#yandere will solace

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere poly Nico and will from Percy Jackson please 🙏🏼 I love your work 🥰

❝ 💀 — lady l: It's almost 4am and I haven't slept yet, but I needed to write this before I forget lol. I got a little carried away, but I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 🤎🖤

❝tw: toxic relationships, polyamourous, manipulation, obsessive and possessive behavior, forced relationship (?).

❝☀️pairing: yandere!nico di angelo/yandere!will solace x male!reader.

Nico and Will were quite satisfied with their current relationship. They matched, they had common interests and future plans to be realized. That said, they weren't thinking about adding a third demigod to their relationship or being obsessed with you in general. You shared many of the same interests as them and had a personality that complemented the couple's dynamic. It was as if you were made by the gods themselves to complete them.

Nico thoroughly enjoyed your company and he felt comfortable around you, something he felt with few people. You made him laugh, feel happy and understood and di Angelo found himself wanting more and more that feeling you brought in him. A feeling of belonging to something, that he belonged to you.

Will, on the other hand, was a little more skeptical at first. That didn't mean he didn't like you, he was just more cautious. As he got closer to you, mainly because of his boyfriend, Solace understood what Nico saw in you. You had something that attracted people to you, that attracted them to you.

In conversations about different topics, both Nico and Will found themselves mentioning you more and more. You were a constant presence in their lives, and your company was always pleasant and welcome. It was then that they began to consider the possibility of including you in their relationship in a more intimate and meaningful way.

Nico and Will wouldn't force you into a relationship with them. If they can't have you romantically, that's okay, they have other ways of keeping you with them. As long as you were theirs, they would be fine with it.

For Nico and Will, it was important that this new phase of their relationship was based on respect, consent and mutual love. They believed you could bring a new dimension to their relationship, enriching their lives in ways they had never imagined. They were eager to see how this new configuration could further strengthen the bonds between them.

And when you said yes, when you accepted them, it was the happiest moment of both of their lives. You were finally theirs to love, to own, and to adore.

The relationship with them is quite dynamic and comfortable, you suppose. They respected you and respected your limits and choices, although they would always give you their opinions. You have a lot of freedom, you can hang out with your friends and go on missions, although Nico doesn't particularly like it, he knows he can't lock you away. or can he?

Nico is the clingiest of the three of you and it shows when he loves to snuggle next to you or just stay by your side, even if in silence. He likes to steal t-shirts from you, as a mild form of marking you as his, and also because he likes them.

In addition to being clingy, Nico is also quite overprotective and as a result, he can become possessive. He just wants you to be safe, why is this so hard? Nico has already lost someone he loved, he won't lose you too. It doesn't matter if you know how to fight, he won't allow it.

Will is already more subtle in his displays of affection, but that doesn't make him any less clingy. He likes to hold your hand, sing hymns, and appreciate your beauty when no one is watching. You can expect many poems written by him, all of them describing how much he loves you.

Solace is more jealous and possessive than Nico, although he doesn't show it as much. His normally warm and gentle gaze will harden, his mouth will form a thin line, and his grip on you will tighten. He doesn't like to show his jealous moments, but he can't help the hatred that arises within him when someone gets too close to you.

They both make a wonderful duo and they knew how to manipulate you if they so choose. Nico is the most emotional manipulator, he will make you feel guilty when you are being stubborn. Will is already the cruelest manipulator, he knows how to make you feel bad about yourself and he will use that to his advantage to keep you with them.

They adore you, love you, albeit in their twisted way. They will spoil you and adore you from head to toe, all you have to do is be good to them and listen to them. You won't be allowed to go on missions without them by your side, nor will you be allowed to make friends that they don't approve of. Your life should revolve around them.

You don't want to get on their bad side. Nico is the son of Hades, he has his own means of taking whoever he wants from you, whoever he thinks is interfering in your relationship. And Will knows very well how to manipulate people to keep them away from you. And they are not against killing to keep with them.

You are theirs the moment they met you but you officially became theirs when you agreed to enter into their relationship. A relationship you can never end. Nico and Will will take good care of you, however, don't worry.

[aphroditelovesu]

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I don't remember the old version (short memory 😔) BUT I LOVE IT!!! ❤️❤️❤️ honestly, I can't wait for the next part when you're ready! 🥰😘

THE ANGEL OF HADES

Author's note: To begin with, yeah I rewrote the story? Why? Because I hated the initial version, I can publish later the old version if you still like it! I think I will divide it in two parts + an extra! Warnings: This series contain yandere themes, obsessive and unhealthy coping mechanins and behavior, I do not condone with attitudes like this in real life. Main 'Relationship': Yandere!Platonic!Nico di Angelo x Daughter of Hades!Original Female Character; Minor Relationships: Yandere!Platonic!Will Solace x Daughter of Hades!Original Female Character, Yandere!Platonic!Hades x Daughter!Original Female Character, Yandere!Platonic!Persephone x Daughter!Original Female Character. Re-Tagging: @the-broken-truth; @aphroditelovesu Divider by @cafekitsune 🖤 You are currently reading part one of Angel of Hades, part two coming soon...

She didn’t know for how long she was there, but she miserably knew that she had nowhere to go, wherever she would go, they would find her shortly after, in the Underworld she found herself a prisoner inside of the majestic walls of the palace, her very own golden cage, where she was kept like a treasure guarded by a dragon.

A daughter of the dead, the precious angel of Lord Hades and the Ghost King. Beatriz Alves dos Santos, The Underworld’s Princess.

“Beatriz, you are a demigod.” She wished that it was a joke, a very funny one to say the least, but she saw how serious the satyr in front of her was, she knew that deep down he wasn’t really joking at all. After all, if he is a satyr, and he is right there in front of her very own eyes, then it makes sense that demigods also exist.

Beatriz knew she wasn’t ‘normal’, she was the ‘odd’ one by the labels of society, being autistic and diagnosed with ADHD did not help her case, but her life wasn’t really that bad. She had a very affectionate and hardworking single mother, working as a badass lawyer, she also had her maternal grandparents around to help her mother to raise her and had very good friends that she made from kindergarten that even after high school they were still glued together. So in the end, she wasn’t really alone and was loved dearly by her family, even with her father out of picture.

But she knew that something else wasn’t right, her mother said that she was medium cause she could see ghosts quite frequently, as a kid that really scared her but now, being a seventeen year old teenager, it didn’t bother her like it used to before, however if she is a ‘demigod’, that would explain why she can see spirits in the first place.

“A demigod?” She asked, blinking a couple of times when her train of thoughts were interrupted by the satyr’s awkward cough, Beatriz stood in silence in the armchair processing the information before her attention was brought again.

“Yes, a child of a god or goddess, I have a gut feeling that you came from the Greek Pantheon.” The satyr, called Greg, replied thoughtfully, rubbing his hairy chin with his thin fingers. She couldn’t stop looking deeply at him, contemplating his words. This easily was her most awkward conversation that she ever had, she even took a sip of her bitter mate tea then pressed her lips, painted with her favorite bloody red lipstick, against each other.

Her mother was watching them by afar, she was quiet all the time but attentive, like a hawk observing their prey, Beatriz knew how protective her mother can be at times, she was the very definition of a ‘Momma Bear’, Greg briefly looked at Isabel, whom glared him back intensely, and stared at Beatriz once again when she didn’t respond.

“You may find out if you accept to go to Camp Half-Blood, your mother is made aware of that, but it’s up to you to make this decision, it’s in another country and you will stay there for approximately three months. Like a summer camp, but with quests and other activities.” He frankly continued, this drew her attention and she nervously sank on the armchair, holding her cup of tea rather tightly, the idea of going to another country, staying for months away from home and being involved in quests with monsters? Hell nah, this didn’t sound like a good idea.

“Could you tell me more about this Camp?” It didn’t hurt to ask, even if she wasn’t very comfortable with that idea. Greg nodded, feeling pleased for her curiosity to know more.

“Surely, Beatriz. Like I said, it’s a summer camp, but dedicated to half-divine beings, just like you, it’s meant to protect and train them to eventually one day become heroes of their own, go to divine quests in the name of the Gods and patron parent, this one is for demigods offsprings of the Greek pantheon, like━”

“Zeus? Hera? Poseidon? Hades-” She got interrupted by another cough from Greg, then she quickly apologized for interrupting him. Still he smiled at her, seeing that she was rather familiar with that pantheon.

“You got that right. I see that you are a bit familiar with this.” He said scrubbing his chin, she gave an awkward smile that came with an unexpected response.

“… Hm… I watched a few gameplays of God of War a few months ago.” She admitted, surprising the satyr, he didn’t expect that a girl, with such a feminine and delicate look, liked this type of violent game. Her mother gave a sheepy smile, finding Greg’s facial response, eyes widened in surprise, amusing when her daughter admitted enjoying God of War.

“I see, well, do you have a decision in mind? Would you like to go to Camp Half-Blood?” Finally Greg dropped the bomb, he wasn’t sure if she would say yes, Isabel was hesitant but if Beatriz expressed her desire to go she would eventually let this happen, but Beatriz didn’t seem pleased with that question.

“Uh… I am not sure. I have other plans that might not work if I go.” Beatriz replied, Greg tilted his head to the left side, goat eyes staring at her with a curious glean.

“What kind of plans do you refer to, if you don’t mind if I ask?” He asks with genuine interest, he wasn’t surprised with her hesitance, it is a normal feeling after all, however he had a gut feeling that maybe she wouldn’t accept to go, of course she isn’t forced to but it’s a very dangerous decision that might cost her life if monsters find her, which is a miracle that she is still alive after all those years.

“I wanna go to college.” Beatriz replied shortly, playing with her silver rings on her fingers, she tried to make eye contact but was overwhelmed enough to not do so, she felt she was acting rude and there was a intense struggle from her part trying to formulate interactions or understanding social cues, self-awareness sucked at those moments at well.

“I see, education is indeed very important. I believe that here in Brazil, days off in University are completely different from the US. You might talk to Chiron, the Camp’s counselor, and resolve this matter so you may go without any issue. Do you think it’s better now, you want to give it a chance? If you feel that it’s not your place you can come back here anytime.” Greg said, he genuinely wanted her to go, but if she’s firm in her choice to not to, then he was unable to do anything. Beatriz looked at her mother, who glared back with a soft smile.

For a second, she felt safe, this decision weighed a lot and it was scary but she was more than ready to make this decision for herself. She could finally look eyes with the satyr, making a brief eye contact before breaking it along with her response.

“Well… then I accept it!” She said sighing, Greg smiled satisfied, also glad that she accepted, one less demigod to be killed by monsters. Isabel went towards her child and gave a tight hug, Beatriz could even smell the scent of fresh coffee impregnated in her mother’s fancy clothes.

“Tomorrow I will come pick you up in the morning, you have enough time to pack some of your belongings. When you are ready I will take us to Camp Half-Blood. Till tomorrow.” Greg shook Isabel’s hand and shortly left the house. Mother and daughter were now alone, Isabel was worried about her daughter, she had always been like that, in constant vigilance for her child but she knew that Beatriz was old enough to make her own decisions and handle everything as a responsible young adult she is turning into.

“Baby, are you sure? He said that you can always come back home if you feel that this camp isn’t your place!” Isabel asked, she wanted to hear from Beatriz herself if she was sure, her heart was beating in discomfort, she sure will miss her baby girl during the course of three months, they were really close and had a deep bond as expected of a mother and daughter.

Beatriz felt her mother’s insecurity, she approached her and gave an awkward hug, they stood there in a few seconds, hugging each other, and as they parted ways, Beatriz found herself thinking what kind of adventures she will be inserted into at this Camp, will she be able to finally meet people just like her and perhaps make a friend or two?

She was hopeful that everything will be alright.

After that, she spent the rest of the evening packing her stuff, Beatriz tried her hardest to pack only the necessary things like practical clothing, underwear, hygienic products and multifunctional makeup, although she really doubted that she would really need the latter she wanted to be ready for anything, besides makeup never hurt.

“I hope they have a laundry space..” Bia thought when she finally finished folding everything in a gym bag, big enough for traveling, and left some free space for other things. She paused of what she could put, she doubted that she would have free time to do other ‘not-so-fun’ activities like reading, she loved reading books with her mother even if sometimes she would struggle with her attention spans, she had lots of books about witches and pagan religions and was a Wiccan herself.

After a few minutes sitting down on the bed staring blankly at the bag, she decided to just take one book, even if she wasn’t sure if she’s gonna read it, she will take it anyway. She leaves the bed towards her bookshelf, most of her books were from a single publisher, Darkside. After thinking a lot, she decided to bring a classic horror one, Dracula, and it was the most recent book she and her mother brought home.

Now she could feel satisfied, everything was ready and in order, she looked around her own bedroom, everyone says that if Halloween was a bedroom, it would be hers. With black and white walls, bat themed sheets, Halloween decorations everywhere like fake skulls, some bats in the wall, every single furniture was painted in black and of course, her Monster High collection. She could remember how much fun she and her mother had decorating this room, it has been like this ever since she was 14, for three years she never got tired of it. She will miss being in her little comfort zone, that is her bedroom.

“Is everything okay, sweetie?” Then there was a knock on the door followed by Isabel's worried voice, Beatriz stared at the entrance and nodded towards her mother, she knew that deep down her mother was the anxious one in the room.

“Yeah, I just finished packing.” She responded in a quiet tone, her mother seemed relieved but still, she was insecure about letting her daughter in a Camp and worse, being in another country. Beatriz won’t lie but she was also scared, she considered letting go and staying with her mother, however she knew that her mother wouldn’t want that even if she was in distress.

“Sweetie, are you really sure you want to go? I mean, I will support you no matter what you decide but…” Isabel bit her own lip in hesitance, she didn’t want to admit that she was dead worried, Beatriz can’t blame her though, but she wanted her mother reassured that she will manage fine in the camp.

“Mama, it’s okay, I will be alright.” Beatriz said and her mother quickly opened her arms and hugged her precious daughter. She wished that she could be stronger for her baby daughter.

If she only knew that perhaps it would be the last time she would see her mother.

At the silence of the palace, Beatriz found herself wandering the dark and empty halls, she felt like she was the only resident of this immense place, but she knew she wasn’t by herself, her heart anxiously beaten in a way she could feel the lump in her throat as she silently walked barefoot on the cold floor.

She wanted to find a way out, she truly wanted to, however she knew that her father would notice her absence but she had an excuse in her mind, ‘Oh, silly me, I am just exploring my new home, Father!’ she made a funny face imagining herself saying that bullcrap.

Beatriz wondered what would have happened if she refused to go? Maybe she would be safer? That’s something she questioned herself about, oh perhaps if she didn’t meet him she would be perfectly fine.

“Please be careful.” Isabel pleaded with a smile as she saw her daughter leaving with Greg, who was holding two shining pearls in his right hand. Beatriz turned around and gave one more hug to her mother, who gave her a last kiss on her daughter’s freckled cheeks.

“I will Mama, I love you.” She said and they let go, Beatriz turned around to go towards the satyr that was staring at them the whole time with a tiny smile.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, hesitantly she nodded and in her hand there was the tiny pearl that was once in his hand. Greg asks her to close her eyes, hold his hand and follow his instructions, she does as he told, closing her eyes and waiting for his next step.

“Allow me to guide us to Camp Half-Blood, please relax your body, Beatriz.” Greg requested and she did exactly what he asked her to do, relaxing her tense body and her bones. “In the count of three, we will throw these pearls right here to take us to our destination. Are you ready?”

Well, she nodded and held it rather tightly, it was the size of a cherry. Without wasting any time, they made the countdown and the pearls hit the ground at the moment they reached zero.

Beatriz felt like she was on a roller coaster, she didn’t dare to open her eyes even if she was really curious, she held Greg’s hand tightly afraid to let go and get lost somehow. After a few moments that felt like minutes, she suddenly felt they were in a different location, she could feel her body warm and could hear sounds of birds chiming and leaves falling down the floor.

“Beatriz, you can open your eyes now.” The satyr said in a gentle tone, her hazel eyes opened up, blinking for a few seconds to adjust to the brightness of the ambience, it was a bright sunny day and they were right in front of the entrance of the Camp Half-Blood.

“Wow…” She let out a surprised gasp, looking around like a kid in the middle of an amusement park, she finally let go of the satyr’s hand and walked a bit, stepping in the fresh green grass, hearing the sound of it was satisfactory.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Beatriz. Chiron will be here by any moment.” Greg walked towards her with a smile, he was glad that she accepted going to Camp, hoping that she would enjoy her time there.

“Looks like we have another camper, hello Beatriz, welcome.” The sound of horse steps drew her attention, right in front of her eyes there was Chiron, the wise centaur, the counselor of the Camp. He greeted her in a friendly and warm way, the girl just nodded with a tiny awkward smile.

“Thank you…” She replied back, playing with her silver rings, the centaur gestured to her to follow him. As they took a walk, he began to explain to her how the Camp worked, every function, every activities, the quests, everything that she should know as a first time camper and demigod, she observed everything with precaution, her chest a bit heavier with the new responsibilities.

“We come to an end, Beatriz. Do you have any questions?” With this phrase, she was taken back to reality and struggling to make visual contact, she nodded in response. Chiron let out a hum in response, paying attention to whatever question she reserved to ask.

“Actually… I really want to attend college in my home country, but during June and August I will have classes, the only month I can stay here is July. Is it possible that I can only attend Camp for a single month?” This took Chiron by surprise, he thought for a few seconds, it can be dangerous for her to only attend the camp for a month, having little time to prepare herself to fight monsters or go to quests, however he felt how her education meant for her and he couldn’t forbid a demigod to accomplish their studies and academic needs.

“It won’t be easy for you since you will have little time to practice your abilities, but perhaps we can figure this out together, it will depend heavily on your dedication and performance during the activities.” He replied in a comforting tone, his response wasn’t a yes or a no, but it was enough for her, the possibility made her content and she promised herself that she will work extra hard to accomplish it and have time for her future college studies.

However, their tour over the camp wasn’t precisely over, she needed to settle herself in a cabin and obviously she ended up in the most crowded one, the Hermes Cabin. She was briefly introduced to her cabin mates, Beatriz felt terrible and ashamed that she was surrounded with younger kids, who were between ten to fourteen years old. She left her things in the cabin and since she was left alone by Chiron, who needed to attend some divine business.

Walking around the Cabin Area, she felt a bit lost, not knowing where she should go next, they made a complete tour over the Camp area so she knew that she won’t lose herself easily, but she was awkward and timid to approach someone and get acquaintances, until she was spotted by a small crowd, that came towards her.

“Sup, you are a newbie, right?” The muscular girl asked, crossing her arms with a tiny smirk.

“Uh… yeah.” Beatriz replied, still timid. The three guys that were with the muscular girl stared at each other with a big smile.

“Fresh Meat. I’m Chris, son of Hermes, this is my girlfriend, Clarisse, daughter of Hermes and these two Connor and Travis, also sons of Hermes.” The Hispanic guy said, introducing himself as Chris, then the muscular girl and a pair of dudes that looked like twins.

“I’m Beatriz…” She introduced herself awkwardly, the two guys smiled and they stepped closer, they looked almost precisely the same to her.

“It’s been a while that we don’t get pretty girls here, right Connor?” Travis purred jokingly, with his arm around her shoulders, bringing her close to him, her face flushed in embarrassment.

“Perhaps you must be a daughter of Aphrodite then.” Connor replied to his brother, getting on Beatriz’s side and giving a peck on her right cheek. She yelped covering her cheeks as the two laughed with her ‘cute’ reaction. Clarisse buffed, making a negative head shake and Chris looked at the two identical brothers with a slight disapproving look.

“Alright you two, that’s enough, leave the poor girl alone.” Chris asked, the two boys made a sad noise and let her go, they stepped away from her but they still made ‘flirting’ faces like blowing kisses and winking at her as they walked away with no explanations. Clarisse gave a short laugh at the situation.

“You are here only for a day and you already have admirers, if you end up being the daughter of Aphrodite I won’t be surprised. Anyway, you got something to do now?” Clarisse asked, walking towards her, with her boyfriend close behind. Beatriz shook her head, she was basically free of any activities for now. “Good, Chris is going to deliver something to the Infirmary that I don’t remember what and I don’t care to know, wanna go with us?”

“Uh… sure.” Beatriz said and in a blink of an eye the couple started to walk, hurriedly she matched their speed and started to walk right behind them. They took only a few minutes to get to the Infirmary grounds, they entered and she was already familiar with the place, but didn’t know anyone there.

“Solace, get your ass over here, we got your stuff.” Clarice called someone, the Brazilian girl stood in silence as someone walked towards them, it was a blond dude, with piercing blue eyes and tanned skin, it seemed like he was glowing like the sun for some reason.

“Thanks, Chris and Clarisse.” The ‘Solace’ guy replied as Chris handed him something that Beatriz couldn’t tell what it was, but suddenly the pair of blue eyes caught the glimpse of her, far away from them, she was resting against the wall. “Oh, hey there! You are new here, right?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m Beatriz…” She replied, he smiled in response and walked towards her, with a sunny smile on his face. When he stood right in front of her, his smile fell a bit when he looked closely at her, this change made Beatriz anxious. “Hey, have we met before? You look a bit familiar to me.”

His question took her by surprise, she got confused, she pretty sure never met him before, he was a complete stranger to her. Beatriz shook her head, after all she didn’t understand why he was asking her this.

“I don’t think so… what’s your name?” She asked and this must shake the Solace guy for a second, since he was distracted looking at her, something in her made him think she was really familiar but he wasn’t sure why.

“My name is Will Solace, I am the son of Apollo.” Will replied awkwardly scratching his golden blond hair, they stood like that in silence for a few seconds. “So… are you liking the Camp?”

“It’s… good.” She said awkwardly, but they were interrupted by someone coughing. They looked back at Clarisse and Chris, who understood the awkwardness and decided to cut it right away.

“So, new girl, we will have Capture the Flag tonight, you are on my team. You better be good at running.” Clarisse smirked, crossing her arms. She really wanted to see how the new girl would perform, knowing that this little game of Camp wasn’t a tame pacific one for a newbie like her. Beatriz only nodded, she was already in a team but she grew anxious since she wasn’t good enough at sports, she was lower than a decent teammate.

But perhaps, that was her chance to make new… ‘friends’? She wasn’t completely sure about this, she had a weird gut feeling but she had to brush it off, having acquaintances would be enough for her.

‘Traitor.’ Beatriz thought in a bitter rage, that son of Apollo was going to pay dearly for cooperating with her kidnapping. He was just as sick like the people that are keeping her in the Underworld, far away from her mother and her real home. She fought against the tears that were forming in her eyes, she wondered why the person she considered a friend collaborated with the people that are hurting her? Did he hate her?

Obviously in the end, it didn’t matter, but the betrayal still hurt her, being a bruise that still hurt, it felt like a stab in her back. She wondered if someone even suspected anything, what lies her kidnappers were telling to the people from Camp? Did someone even miss her?

Now this time the tears couldn’t be held back anymore, her pale cheeks were now wet with the fresh tears coming out of her eyes, she stared at the void with her lips trembling and trying to contain the sobs.

“Bia?” That voice. Beatriz froze up, her watery hazel eyes looking up to see that person, the reason why she was stuck in the Underworld in the first place.

Nico was tired, he just finished some tasks his father asked him to complete in the Underworld, as he got used to it the tasks became easier every time and with that he got quick on finishing them. Today wasn’t different, but for the fact that he used a lot of shadow traveling he was rightfully tired and wanted to lay down, bonus if Will was cuddling with him.

He wasn’t a big fan of people touching him, but his boyfriend was one of the few people that the son of Hades permitted touching. Nico closed his eyes as he felt the shadows circle him while traveling to the Infirmary, where he knew his boyfriend would be. After a matter of seconds, he recognized the ambience that now he was inserted into, it was Infirmary.

But a short scream made him open his eyes in shock, he looked around, getting used to the brightness as he quickly scanned over the room, when his dark eyes froze up when he stared at a specific someone.

Bianca…? But it couldn’t be. His big sister was dead for years, that girl that was staring at him with minor horror wasn’t his sister, but she looked like her. Had the same features, with pale skin with a freckled face, long dark hair and eyes, they were slightly different but the aura, the sensation, was nearly the same!

“Oh, it’s just Nico. Beatriz, this is Nico di Angelo, he’s my boyfriend and he’s son of━”

“Hades. Son of Hades.” Nico cut Will, finishing his introduction. He looked like he saw a freaking ghost, not ironically, the only thing is that ‘Beatriz’ looked older than him, probably having the same biological age if Bianca was alive.

“Uh… hello. I’m Beatriz Alves dos Santos.” The girl said, introducing herself in an awkward manner, Nico’s intense stare was making her uncomfortable but she kept quiet after that.

“Okay, now you guys know each other. Come on, newbie, we have to test your abilities before Capture the Flag. Later Solace and di Angelo.” Clarisse said as she and Chris decided to leave the Infirmary, sensing the weird ambience and they dragged Beatriz along with them, not giving space for her to either protest.

Will and Nico were the only ones in the room, they stared at each as Nico looked like he saw something worse than a monster.

“Neeks, are you alright?” The blond demigod asked with a bit of worry for his boyfriend, Nico’s eyes turned to stare at him.

“Who the fuck is she? Is that a fucking joke?” This question made Will speechless, for one second he didn’t get what he meant, but then he started to connect the dots and then he realized what Nico meant.

Beatriz looked like Bianca, almost like a Doppelganger if there weren't minor differences that could tell them apart. But still, so similar to the point of even Nico thinking that it was his deceased sister.

“How crazy, she… she is your sister’s lookalike.” The son of Apollo hesitated saying this, fearing that it might trigger his boyfriend, but instead Nico kept frozen, staring right at the spot that Beatriz was standing a few minutes ago.

Nico decided to not talk about it, he was on the edge of having a breakdown but he contained himself, his curiosity wanted to make him follow Beatriz and know anything he could about her. He doesn’t know if he was actually going mad or that it was a fever dream, but he will discover what was her deal.

He spent the entire evening watching her, obviously using the shadows to mask his presence from her and everyone else, he observed her like a hawk watching its prey, maybe it could be a monster in disguise, but during all this time, she didn’t presented herself like a threat to anyone, she maintained small, like she was unable to hurt a single fly.

On one hand, he pitied her to be overwhelmed by lot of information about her new life being a demigod, although it remained a mystery who’s her godly parent, even so, he couldn’t let his guard down, he needs to discover who she truly was and why she was testing his sanity by looking like his deceased sister.

When the time of Capture the Flag began, he didn’t participate in it, but watched Beatriz running towards the forest, she was instructed by Clarisse to search for the flag while the others fought to distract the opposing team. She didn’t really want to search by herself but she had no room to argue, it was either this or be scolded.

She didn’t know that, while walking inside the dark forest, she wasn’t entirely by herself, because the son of Hades quietly followed her, watching every step she made. Beatriz was tired and scared but kept walking nonetheless. Nico had no idea for how long he was following her, he got a bit bored doing so however, they both heard some cheering from afar, Beatriz stared at the direction of the cheers, she was lost and confused, not knowing who won.

As she decided to go back, suddenly she heard a loud noise close to her, her heart pounded painfully in panic, Nico got ready to fight and in a blink of an eye, came from the shadows a huge hellhound. Beatriz fell on the floor, whimpering in fear as the creature approached her, stalking her with a hungry stare.

Nico decided to intervene, he couldn’t risk something happening to Beatriz, before he could question his thought he left the shadows he used as a hiding spot and advanced towards the wild hellhound, he had his Stygian Iron sword in his hand. He made a loud noise to distract the hellhound and give the opportunity for Beatriz to escape, however before Nico could make a blow, the creature nudged the attack and quickly threw the son of Hades away with strength, making the latter release his sword that fell on the floor.

Irritated, the hellhound advanced towards Nico, ready to attack. The son of Hades recovered from the blow he received and using the shadows he teleported a bit away, he had no time to get his sword back, and unfortunately for Nico, the hellhound was quicker than usual, he started to invoke the skeleton soldiers to buy him some time to retrieve his sword, but it got harder and harder as the hellhound advanced towards him every time, but never catching him thanks to the shadow travel.

Seeing this, Beatriz had an idea, considering that the hellhound was busy enough trying to catch Nico, she decided to make the favor to catch his sword, she got up and clumsy ran towards the Stygian Iron weapon, as she touched it, she immediately felt an overwhelming sensation, she glowed with a sinister purple aura, coming from the pure black sword.

Nico was getting drained out and the hellhound was ridiculously fast, he was trying to find a way to get his sword back and end this, however as he decided to use his last resort, the hellhound let out a shriek of pain, shocked the son of Hades looked to the beast’s side and his dark eyes bulged at the vision.

Beatriz used the sword to stab the side of the Hellhound, she was glowing just like his sword with purple mist mixed with her dark aura in one. She was using his sword, a fucking Stygian Iron, she was no random demigod. When she withdrew the blade from the beast’s flesh, Nico could see that while she got dirty with its blood, the Hellhound’s soul got sucked out of its body and went directly towards her body, not to his sword.

She captured its soul and she was carrying the stygian iron sword. Beatriz was like in a trance, her eyes dark like shadows, but at the second she blinked it returned to the usual hazel shade. The first thing she saw was the corpse of the beast she just slayed and then Nico, that was staring at her in pure shock, she regained awareness when she noticed she as holding his sword, then in a second she felt a light over her head, it glowed purple and she couldn’t see what it was but Nico could.

It was bident, one of his father’s symbols and it made him open his lips in disbelief, it couldn’t be, it should be a joke but it was the truth.

Beatriz is the daughter of Hades.

Just like him, which made them half-siblings but nonetheless siblings.

Before Nico could speak, Beatriz blacked out, her limp body falling in the grass and she released the sword, thankfully not getting close to her skin. Nico ran towards her, he retrieved his bloodied sword and with the strength he got he held her body, picking her up in bridal style in his arms and walking away, he was still tired but had energy left to walk towards the Camp.

When he arrived there, he was met with curious and fearful glances from the campers, Chiron approached them with a worried glance.

“Nico, what happened-"

“She’s a daughter of Hades… like me.” Nico briefly explained, there wasn’t much to say, it was actually surprising how quickly their father claimed her, did he notice how similar she was to Bianca?

It was a question worthy of asking him later. And it was after this day Beatriz’s life became Hell.

“What are you doing awake?” Nico asked with a serious expression, Beatriz contained herself from rolling her eyes. It was funny that he took his ‘duty’ as her caretaker seriously, like she needed one to begin with.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She replied nonchalantly, it was partially true, she couldn’t properly rest, she desperately wanted to search for a way that she can leave the Underworld.

“Hm…” She heard him grunt, he is suspicious of nature, so he really doubted her intentions. It wasn’t the first time she tried to run away or even rebel against them, take for example her hair, she cut it short as an act of defiance, it hurt him that she acted like a stubborn child towards him, their father and Persephone, who took a liking to her. “Let me take you back to your room.” He said and held her hand, she knew that she had no room to argue.

After a few minutes, they were back at her room, Nico opened the door and guided her inside. Beatriz got back on her bed with Nico at her side, he watched every single movement and when she accommodated herself, he decided to ask.

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” This question wasn’t surprising, they used to nap together, with Nico snuggling against her body and since he was taller, he would cuddle her in her sleep like she was a big sized teddy bear. Beatriz wanted to deny the request, but she thought a little better, if she started to act like she was accepting her new life, perhaps she could have higher chances to flee!

“….ok.” She said with a nod, she could actually see his eyes shining a bit with acceptance, ever since she got in the Underworld she had been denying him those moments of cuddling, he respected it, thinking she was just struggling to adapt herself in her new home, but he missed it and craved for her love and her affection, why can’t she accept that her little brother just wanted what was the best for her?

Nico tried to hide the smile he made, since it was a queen sized bed, it accommodated them very easily, he laid down on her side, respecting her personal space but was close enough.

“Buona notte, Bia.” He murmured and Beatriz just gave a nod and tried to sleep, she knew he was only waiting for her to sleep, she didn’t really want to but eventually, she felt her eyes getting heavier and she just gave up, finally getting a deep sleep.

Her brother would be there to comfort her if she end up having a nightmare, he just want her to accept him, consider him as his real little brother, deep down he knew she wasn’t Bianca, he knows that his big sister is long gone, but having Beatriz around, he learned to love her for who she is, looking like his deceased sister just perhaps added a bonus to his obsession if not the main center of it.

She is safer in the Underworld and he will prove it to her.

To be continue…

[donutz]

Yandere Sebastian x reader if you okay with it?

Yandere alphabet Sebastian Solace headcanons

When Sebastian gets TOO attached

— Credits to @dear-yandere for the prompt!! I probably won't do this again because I don't enjoy yanderes all that much. But don't feel bad for requesting this, I enjoyed this and had many laughs ^_^

Warnings: There's gonna be a lot, but there's no acting it out I swear; Mentions of abduction, fighting back, lashing out, escaping, punishment(NOT IN A 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 WAY), dying(You don't die), isolation, crying, screaming, exploition, hurting Reader, revere/worship, breaking, manipulation, and drugging Reader!!; Remember they're just mentions, so it doesn't happen; This turns out to be bad at the end, I think, I'm just tired

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

Sebastian would get the urge to just hug you, specifically hugging you really tight just so you can’t leave

He wouldn’t do it himself, because he doesn’t want to get too close to humans

You’d have to act out most of the affection, physical affection especially

He doesn’t mind doing acts of service, and loves quality time

Spending time with you is just so simple for him, and really builds trust between you two

That’s what he thinks

You’d have to be near dead or just really emotional in a moment for him to say he loves you

It’s not like he doesn’t! No way! Who wouldn’t?!

But maybe it’s better that others don’t love you.. Romantically of course

Family is important

It wouldn’t get too intense, just hugging you pretty tight to the point you can’t go anywhere

Or just keeping you in his shop for a long amount of time, he already took care of that radar thing, don’t worry

He really likes to stitch up any injuries or help you with them, even the smallest cuts can make him want to heal you

One time you were hanging around for a large amount of time, taking in all of the time you two spent together

You realized that you needed to go, standing up to go to the vent

He stopped you, holding your whole arm with just one of his hands, yelling for you to wait

You looked back at him shocked and confused

“... Sebastian”?

“Could you.. Just stay a little longer”?

Let’s say in this moment you had a crush on him

“Uhm. Yeah, sure, I don’t mind”.

That interaction was the start of it, of him clinging to you, wanting you to stay here

Here with him

He wondered why he felt this way

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

Not too bloody, he finds human blood disgusting… Well– it depends on the human

Not really, I mean he’ll admit that your blood smells gross, whether he loves you or not

He might even feel a little bit guilty after

Minus the monsters, if anybody else really touches you, he’ll just scowl but leave it alone

He’ll most likely act out on somebody who was making you uncomfortable

Maybe even kill them? But not in his shop, somebody else may smell it and allege that he had done it

He doesn’t want to hurt them… In front of you, he’d just scare them off

If they didn’t get scared off then he’d break their arm

Then you’re just in the back watching it all, looking at the prisoner and then Sebastian

“.... Oh my”.

The prisoner would yell out for help, then they’d pass out

Sebastian would try to explain to you that he was just— Removing a bad.. Prisoner?

“No it’s fine, I— I understand”…

Maybe he loves you even more after that?

Maybe you love him even more now?

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

Uhm.. I’m not sure!

I wouldn’t think Sebastian would abduct Reader, mainly because he wants to focus on getting out of the Hadal Blacksite

But hypothetically, if he were to…

I think he wouldn’t try to smile at you every time he saw you, to show you that he wouldn’t want to be messed with

“Sebastian, you didn’t need to abduct me”.

“Uh— What”...?

He isn’t very good at the abducting thing… Maybe that’s why those ropes are so loose…

While that’s true, it’s mainly because he doesn’t know how to tie a rope

It’s embarrassinggg… Don’t tease him too much about it

He would TRY to tease you, make it SEEM like you miss the outside

Yet in this universe, you don’t mind, at all

But that doesn’t mean you enjoy just being by yourself down here

He would never mock you! Seriously anyways

Minus me not really enjoying yandere things, I actually would think that Sebastian isn’t really good at yandere stuff

Other than just having those feelings for you, breaking your legs is… Crazy

Ugh, don’t even SPEAK about isolating you from the world, that’s somewhat worse

He knows what it’s like, and if you’re not working for Urbanshade, he wouldn’t want to put you through that

Not the person he loves!

Why would someone do that…?

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

No, I mean if turning off that detonation system counts then yeah

Why would he abduct you just for you to die in thirty minutes?

That’s dumb.

He wouldn’t do anything romantic to you without your consent

If he did then that would mean he’d be just like those Urbanshade ‘people’

Eventually he’d just let you go

Disappointed in himself for even thinking of doing this

Sorry if you’re into abduction☹️

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

Since he feels this way already, he might as well spill out his feelings? Right?

He’d let you read his document for free, after knowing and loving each other of course!

Randomly he’d just reveal bits and bits of his past, of Urbanshade, that stupid company…

In those emotional moments, he would talk about what had happened

Possibly even how he feels? Like everyday I mean, not about you

Actually it’s both

“How— How I FEEL ABOUT YOU IT— IT EATS AT ME EVERYDAY”!!!

Yeah

He’d turn his back to you, which is very important for a scared creature

Like a cat, I’m not saying he’s like a cat

He might like cats, or hate them, I’m not sure, just a random headcanon

He’d LOVE to open up to you, he swears!

He trusts you too, a lot

But in order for him to do that, please, don’t joke about his past

Sebastian can be very vulnerable, one time he was resting his head in your lap

Somehow

A huge creature on your lap, his head the size of your torso, it was nice

Fight(How would they feel if their darling fought back)?

There’s no point, he can crush your head with his hand

He would regret not drugging you

He’d slap you so you can pass out, but he doesn't want to hurt you! At all!

Please don’t fight back, you’re making it harder than it needs to be

You’re hanging up by the back of your shirt, with his claw, flailing

“Oh my god!! Sebastian I’m choking”.

“Oh, sorry”.

That wasn’t serious

He just might yell at you to stop fighting

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

No, he’d be very annoyed every time you’d escape, it just shows how sane you are

The more times you try to escape, the more days you stay down here

Because if you escape then you might tell Urbanshade about him, they’re the only ones who know he’s alive so they might believe you

It’s better to just play into it, so you can leave earlier and be mentally okay

He doesn’t enjoy cat and mouse, not with you

I mean if he was hunting somebody down at that dumb company, he would LOVE it, temporarily

It’d get annoying after some time

He doesn’t enjoy watching you struggle and squirm in those barely tight ropes

He’d tell you to just give up, he’s not going to let you go

After many attempts of escaping, he’ll give you a HUGE tip

“If you want to escape so badly, then START loving me”.

If you’re smart enough, you’ll get that pretending that you love him will get you out of here

If you aren’t and keep escaping, it’s not going to go good for you

He may not be good at ropes, but he may be good with certain drugs

To keep you down here of course

He wouldn’t want to manipulate you into loving him

… He might have to though

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

I would guess him giving you your ‘every-other-day’ drugs  so you can stay with him

Being convinced that you’ll stay down here with him forever is a bad one

Uhm… Him yelling at you?

God, he really doesn’t want to make it hard for you! Just LOVE HIM ALREADY!!!

IT ISN’T THAT HARD.

Or maybe it is

Abducting you wasn’t the best option so you can love him

He doesn’t enjoy isolating you from the world, but he can’t just have you getting with anybody else!!

No he—... He could never let you with anybody else

😈😈

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

He’d hope you’d love him back

So he could let you go

He doesn’t want you to stay down here

He doesn’t want to drug you

It hurts

He doesn’t want for you to go through the same thing he did

Minus the experiments

Maybe not marriage, but being together romantically is a dream for him

He imagines being more happier

Happier with you

You’re so important to him :(

Imagining being at the surface, being Solace again

Oh what a dream.

He’d marry you if he was human

He is NOT HAVING KIDS!!!

It’s not just the sex part, it’s having to deal with kids

Don’t tell anybody I said this but… I think Sebastian is asexual...

Shh shhh…

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

He can get really jealous, only if he sees anybody else being friendly with you

Unless it’s the other monsters, he’d be surprised but also proud

Of the monster, but it also depends on the monster

If it was Eyefestation or The p.AI.nter he’d feel very proud

Getting along with a human is… Strange down here

To realize they’re all not bad

Some of them are good

Anyways, if you start to talk about your (possible)friends at the surface then his face expression would change

From a restful expression to slightly stressed and furious

He immediately wipes that expression off his face

Sebastian doesn’t want you to realize he’s jealous

Too bad you already noticed

“What? You jealous or something?” You tease

“No I’m just.. Surprised you have friends”.

“Ouch, oh wow you hurt me”!

He tries to not lash out, but maybe a distraction can work or something

“Heyyy! Y’know I think that I wouldn’t mind ONE person leaving MY shop RIGHT NOW”.

You two look at him with confusion

“AN INDIVIDUAL WHO I DON’T KNOW?” He hints

Your friend flashes him with a flash beacon

“WH—” Sebastian wipes his hands over his face

You look at your friend and get close to them while looking at Sebastian, “Alright I think you should—” 

“GET OUT”!!!

After they leave, you talk with Sebastian, trying to figure out what was going on before he got beamed

Apparently he was, ‘tired of intruders’

Kisses(How do they act around or with their darling)?

He can act kind of bashful when it’s just the two of you

He seems annoyed when you tease him but he doesn’t mind all that much

He jokes or flirts at times

Whenever he’s flustered he looks away, and you can tell by the lean of his head

He doesn’t try to act nonchalant or extremely confident, he’s just himself

He gets more on edge around others, but they get softer and less rigid around you

 You guys would seem like really good friends from a different point of view

Not really with the back-and-forth flirts you two do

If you say something that’ll REALLY get to him, he’ll go silent

And if he could, he would blush

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

I would think you’d confess first

He really doesn’t want to ruin the relationship between you two

But if he ends up confessing first then it would be on accident

He’d be rambling and then all of the sudden,

“And that’s because I love you and—”

Something like that

He didn’t even catch what he said so you’d have to call him out on it

“Wait what did you just say”?

“Huh”?

“Like— What was that last part”?

“Oh you mean ____”?

“No I mean before that”.

Then he’d look all confused until he realized what he said

Silence…

“Don’t worry I love you too I just wouldn’t think you’d say it so suddenly.” You laugh

Maybe if he was corny and back in college or something(If he was even in college) and HUMAN, he’d give you a love letter

I would think Sebastian would be good with poetry

Perchance

Mask(Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else)?

Yeah, but he wouldn’t make it too obvious that he likes you

Unless he was around somebody who’s emotionally intelligent, or intelligent in love

Then they’d definitely get the hint

He sounds more stern and angry around others, but with you he sounds more soft and calm

His voice is more lowered, not in a alpha🐺🐺 way but I mean more comfortable

Maybe even some voice cracks? If that’s possible

Make fun of him afterwards, it’s worth it even after he looks mad

Letting you hang around in the shop is diabolical, he just really hopes somebody doesn’t come across you two

Seeing him with his guard down and chilling with a human is his worst nightmare

Minus Urbanshade

It gets worse if they start to make fun of him for being around a human

He’s just more… Serene.

Around you

Naughty(How would they punish their darling)?

Oh uhm

We’re not getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 but, he would just make the days longer for you and give you MORE drugs

If you insult him he tries to not act out on it, he thinks it makes him weak

Letting insults get to you is weak

In his opinion

So the insults don’t have much consequences minus an annoyed stare

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

Maybe screaming?

I’m sorry I’m not too good with this yandere stuff

It’s uhh… Interesting to me😁

Patience(How patient are they with their darling)?

I mean unless you’re screaming for hours on end he can be pretty patient

But if you scream too much he’ll just have to put duct tape over your mouth

He’ll wait, and wait for you to just accept him

He really doesn’t want to keep you trapped down here

I know I’ve already said it but he REALLY doesn’t want you down here

If you’re obedient then he’ll just let you out early

If you’re obedient AND love him that is

He doesn’t want you to go telling others about what happens

Unless you make a deal

Likeeee

“If you let me go and we can spend more time together then maybe I could fall for you. Instead of drugging me and keeping me down here, I could actually love you”.

He’ll think about it then agree to it

And guess what!

You ended up loving him

Possibly…

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

He’d just give up after some time, expecting this

Expecting for people to leave him again

Humans

Let me split this up

— Dying

Holy MOLY.

He’s grieving forever

Your death would be the last thing he thinks of before crying to sleep

He HATES being reminded of your death every single day

Sometimes he thinks of not even meeting you in the first place

Then he wouldn’t feel this way, about a human

I mean seriously, if you couldn’t come back and I’m talking about realistically, he would be super duper sad!!

— Leaving

He knows it’s better for you, but he wants you with himmm

Unless you can get him out of here

Please get him out of here

He’s going to miss you, a lot

It’s been a year daddy

Sorry☹️

— Escaping

Oh my god!! How did you do that with those ‘tight’ ropes on your wrists!!

He’d be PISSED.

Searching for you, EVERYWHERE

It’s not like you’d go that far, or find those endless rooms

Right?

RIGHT???

Pretty please don’t escape, he just might catch you

Then he’s not letting you go, since it’s OBVIOUS you don’t love him AND you’re not obedient

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

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT

He would regret it everyday that you’re down here!

Sebastian doesn’t want to!! He just needs you!!!

He feels pretty bad for capturing you down here

Constantly worrying about if your head will pop from the pressure

Sometimes he thinks that he abducted the wrong person

He’d let you go if you loved him back, possibly even on the first day!

You’d be really lucky if he did that

Butttt, you’d HAVE to promise you won’t tell anybody about this

That he’s down here, other than the prisoners and monsters

A weight would be carried off his back when he would let you go

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

Loving you?... Or a sprinkle of no good human interaction?

He’s never gotten so close with somebody, except for family or having friends at school

Feeling this way about a human after the experiments hit him pretty hard

So I would think that the reason he feels this way could be because of the experiments

It’s affected him a lot, especially how he feels about the human species

He’s forgot some things, so he can’t really recall a good human action that’s happened to him

Him loving you and negative human interaction mixed together is the factor on why he feels this way

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

I wouldn’t say he’s a sadist, to you

If it were somebody bad dying then he’d smile

Heh… When I smile, RUN😈

I would love for Gianni to say that

Anywho, he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you suffer like that

It reminds him of the experiments he went through

Hearing your scream scares him in a way, to realize that he’s doing that type of stuff to you

To hear you screaming out of fear and pain

It makes him sad

He’s either going to let you go or just keep you forever

Depends on how he feels

Don’t scream, it makes him feel bad :C

Crying makes it worse

Are you really that scared?

Did he really do that to you?

The ‘person’ who loves you?

Is it really love if he’s torturing you?

If you were to isolate yourself then he’d think you broke

Just seeing you this way reminds him of lying on that cold table

Nearly alive and awake being poked and prodded at

Ughh, just shut up already and leave

That’s something he would say

Unique(Would they do anything different from the classic yandere)?

Letting you go and actually feeling bad for you

Not being fully insane

Feeling guilty

Actually being somewhat sane

Just feeling the way a good person would feel

Even after turning into that ‘monster’

He is definitely one in a million when it comes to yanderes

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

His feelings

And his trauma

Definitely his trauma

Not making fun of it, but more like speaking about it emotionally

“Did those experiments turn you this way”?

“The negative human interaction just— Impacting you when you realized that not all humans are bad”?

Yeah, make sure to use that against him

To make it seem like you know what he went through

Make it seem like his feelings are recognized

Manipulation 101

Wit’s end(Would they ever hurt their darling)?

NO!!

I TOLD YOU NO!!!

NOOOOO!!!!

That was a reference by the way

Aren’t I just so funny?

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

His respect for you is just average I would say

Before he met you it would be pretty small, then it would raise if you didn’t flash him with the flash beacon

If you show him genuine respect then he’ll do it back

Even if he loves you

He’s not going to worship you! Ughh, ew that’s… Nasty!!

He thinks it, not me!

Doing acts of service, like healing you, opening a door for you, things like that

He’d compliment you at times but it’s rare

He’d ask The p.AI.nter what are ways humans currently show affection

“HAH. LOSER.” It generates

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

If he gets hints that you love someone else

I’m getting tired it’s 11 pm

Zenith(Would they ever break their darling)?

He would think he did if you acted a certain way

But I don’t think he would on purpose

I apologize if I've annoyed you in anyway from mentioning how I feel about yandere stuff. I just find it kind of insane to even think of those type of actions, especially romanticizing it.

[pressureplus]

Yandere Sebastian Solace Headcannons

Warning: Blood, Light gore, Murder, Stalking, Obsession, Marking/Biting, Actually Delusional, Like he’s actually crazy, It’s a Yandere…they’re not Sunshine and Rainbows

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The moment he saw you, he knew he just had to have you. As if some kind of switch had flipped on in his brain that he didn’t know existed

Suddenly you were the center of his entire world. Every inch of it.

Everything you did became the reason he lived and breathed, following you became the only thing that kept him sane. Attempting to stop was detrimental to his mental health

So he settled for a healthy medium when he could, sneaking pictures of you while your back is turned

Finding that old camera has led to some very…interesting pictures of you being pinned onto a cork board in his room. Sometimes just standing, sometimes your face, sometimes your body.

Not that you know these pictures exist, of course

Sometimes he just stares at them, almost entirely unblinking, and runs his hands over the pictures like he can feel your skin

Sometimes he can’t help but to kiss the pictures of your face like you’re really there. Silly little thing, isn’t he?

In person? He doesn’t treat you any different at first. Though he gets noticeably more aggressive with people that get close to you

One day, trying to avoid Eyefestations gaze, you bumped into a desk really hard and your pants got caught on it. It left a sizable bruise and a tear in your pants

A jar of familiar eyeballs is left with your name on it outside the room you’ve been staying in down here

You never see Eyefestation again.

He insists on helping whenever you’re applying new bandages or using a medkit, the smell of your blood practically getting him drunk

He wants to bite you. He wants to eat you. He wants to kill you. He just wants to be a part of you, or inside you? As close as he can get to being you.

He loves you so much he wants to tear you apart limb by limb, wearing your bones like a crown and your beating heart like a necklace

He wants to be so entirely soaked in the smell of you, your blood, your clothes, that he cannot tell where he ends and you begin

But he could never dream of hurting you, not really, not like that. No, he’s better than the monsters down here, no matter how sweet your blood smells.

The odd version of cuteness aggression he has tells him to do all sorts of terrible things, it’s a good thing he has self-control

Keeps your used bandages. Dont ask what he does with them, you don’t want to know.

Probably steals clothes you’ve worn recently too if they smell like you…

He’s always watching you, and while you didn’t know about his little habits before, you probably catch on the first time he shoots one of your new friends

They hadn’t hurt you, yelled, they’d only tried to touch you. It was so quick too. The loud bang and a ringing in your ears as his gun produced a bit of smoke. He blows on it for a moment before holstering it. A mess of splattered remains on the ground as he smiled at you.

“My apologies, what were we talking about? Oh yes the batteries you wanted. That’s going to be about 50 data.”

“Y-You just killed someone right next to me. What was that even for?”

“Oh that? You’re right. You shouldn’t have had to see that. How about 30 instead?”

He’s started to pick off the people you talk with, the people you hang around. Leaving you in complete isolation from anything that isn’t him.

Don’t flash beacon him. He’ll say that it’s alright. That you’re just confused! He’ll crush it in his hand. The second time, however, he’ll leave the bruise of his hand wrapped around your arm when he tugs you forward and bites you

Some kind of punishment, you suppose, but it does leave a scar

One he’s going to obsess over

If you love him back that’s great! You’ll be treated a little nicer so long as you follow the rules. Nobody can touch you, nobody can be close to you, you’re not to make eye contact with anyone but him- oh and you must always sleep in his bed!

Despite what you may believe, it’s not for sexual purposes, he just wants his bed to smell like you

Still unstable and still an asshole, but on the plus side? You get babied and given gifts and kissed and protected!

You are his little treasure after all! Which means you get special perks

But if you don’t love him back, well…he doesn’t really care. It’ll just take time, soon you��ll see things his way, that’s all.

At least that’s what his delusional ass believes.

If he has to leave you chained up somewhere to keep you from getting hurt then he will. He’d hate to watch the light leave those beautiful eyes of yours.

And when he finally manages to escape he will drag you along whether you like it or not. Alone together out at sea, probably on some remote island.

Never letting you die. Never letting you leave. Never letting you be seen by the world.

His little treasure, forever, until the day you both die

Isn’t that romantic? He sure thinks so.

[missshirophantom]

Yandere Alphabet Sebastian Solace

From the author: hello everyone. I apologize for the abrupt disappearance after the first posts. There was a lot of shit going on in real life. And now especially, especially when I almost had a panic attack. This post... a small attempt to somehow cope with all the emotional problems. Ahem, I apologize for the mistakes, because English is not my native language and I used a translator. Yes, and I just got over it now... Tears, that's it. If I feel better (and a positive reaction will be enough), then I will write a small sketch using this post.

Warning: dr#g use without consent, threat of broken bones, threat of bondage, slight isolation, hint of c#nnib#lism. If you are for the fact that yandere Sebastian is gentle or dark, then you are absolutely not here. The author does not approve of the above written in real life.

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

— Due to so many years of literal torture and DNA implantation, Sebastian has forgotten how to show love and affection. At least, that's what many people imagine.

— Thanks to vague memories of his past, he often gives "gifts". These are usually very rare deceased marine life that he found while exploring the complex. Most often, he drags soft objects such as pillows and blankets to another person.

— It is worth considering that he will often be... Biting his beloved is not strong, of course, but deep enough and in prominent places so that the bite mark remains as long as possible.

— In rare moments, Sebastian can clamp his beloved with his tail and hands, preventing them from moving. Such moments last quite a long time — from several hours to even days. But don't be afraid, he will feed you.

— About feeding... Sometimes Sebastian intentionally brings dead marine life and forces the beloved to eat them raw, saying that he did not find a normal meal for you, and that's all he found, and there is no necessary equipment to cook.

— And I. Don't even think about giving up this "meal", because he can get very angry at you the longer and more persistently you refuse.

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

— This case can be described as follows: rarely, but aptly.

— Sebastian hates people, especially getting dirty in their blood. But when the threat is directed either at him, or at the beloved, or at his refuge, then... Yes. It's better not to see it. In particular, you don't need to know where that poor guy's body goes next.

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

— Despite his hatred of people, which he skillfully hides by contacting them in his store, especially if you are a person yourself, but in moments of his bad mood, Sebastian can mock you. Especially when you are trying to escape or are somehow stubborn, protesting against his actions and the like.

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

— It all depends on how his beloved behaves. If they try to escape more than once, he will give them a "medicine" in order to keep them in a sluggish and weakened state in the shelter.

— Well, he also locks them in a shelter while he goes out to get supplies. For good behavior, they may not even tie you up and tie you to the railing of the stairs.

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

— It's not much... It is difficult, especially when Sebastian vaguely remembers his life before his arrest and experiments.

— But if he is in a good mood, he can talk about his past. Especially about his cat, whom he misses.

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

— Definitely an annoyance. And the stronger and longer the beloved resists, the stronger his irritation, turning into anger.

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

— Sebastian does not consider this a game, even though he finds it funny to watch the escape attempts of the beloved and their plans for this. But still, he is serious that even for the sake of his "fun" he does not allow another to escape.

— So, yes. the DNA of the same white shark, which awakens in him the instincts of pleasure over the attempts of another to escape.

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

— Oh, definitely quite strong and a decent dose of "medicine" if the beloved misbehaves for too long. Sebastian rarely uses physical punishments. Except when he is very, very driven. Then he will definitely break a couple of bones in his legs.

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

— Sebastian just doesn't know. The arrest and experiments forced him to think about the present, not the future. Especially when there is a looming danger over him because of his mutations. And not only that.

— But somewhere in the tender moments with his beloved, he definitely thought about having a family with them. And also a safe place where they both don't need anything and no one bothers them.

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

— As long as the other person does not speak directly and flirt, or God forbid, does not try to touch the other, then Sebastian is ready to be patient. And if any of this happens, he immediately throws this person out of his store and forbids him to come back. Believe me, this is the mildest thing he can do in bouts of jealousy.

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

— Believe it or not, but it's pretty good, let it depend on the mood. Sebastian definitely likes to hold his beloved with his tail and sleep in this position, curled up in the "nest". Bite them, thereby marking them. As it was written above, he gives, albeit sometimes gloomy gifts: dead marine life, someone's bones. But it's definitely nice to get the same pillows and blankets from him. On particularly "lucky" days, he may even bring some simple puzzles, blank paper, and writing supplies. Or even the clean clothes of the employees! And also, as it was written, he definitely likes to watch the beloved eat the food he brought.

— However, do not try to annoy him in any way or, God forbid, make him angry. And even if nothing serious happens for the first time, it's better not to push your luck.

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

— He will definitely compose a little poetry and read it to you. But mostly his love language, if you can call it that, is gifts, not particularly frequent physical contact, as well as... preening when Sebastian's mood is definitely high. He likes to mess with the hair of his beloved, untangling tangles with his claws and cleaning them from dirt. But it's definitely somehow caused by injected DNA and getting some instincts. Well, Sebastian can also be a good gentleman.

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

— Yes. Quite a lot if you continue to test his patience.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

— It varies depending on how much his patience is exhausted. If he speaks from the most harmless to severe punishment, then it goes something like this: stronger and deeper bites that leave a scar; short-term deprivation of food; small doses of "medicine"; medium doses; a large dose; broken bones, usually legs.

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

— Freedom, defined. Sebastian will definitely lock the beloved in the shelter while he goes on business. But even without that, he still has no intention of letting them out of his sight, especially when they are not the first to try to escape or behave badly.

— It will also definitely monitor your meals with extreme care and sleep patterns.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

— Surprisingly, he is quite patient. But even such patience has its limits.

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

— Sebastian will refuse to believe that their beloved has died. By that time, he will have time to get very attached and it will be a blow to him. So be prepared for the fact that he will simply lose the remnants of his humanity and will babysit your body by locking himself in a shelter.

— Well, if it's an escape... It won't be difficult for him to find you. He knows this place like his own... "Five" fingers. Plus, his senses are highly developed, as are his newfound instincts.

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

— Definitely not for both questions. And even if Sebastian hated people and if you are a person yourself, he will not let you go.

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

— After the accusation that he did not commit, years of experimentation on him, torture, as well as the loss of some memories, you evoke in him... Something really different and new, amidst all this hatred and irritation. This feeling made him relax a little, feel the warmth in his chest and just made his barely controlled instincts calm down.

— You can say that he is really curious. Plus... Years of loneliness in this cruel situation are making themselves felt.

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

— Definitely a confusion. Why do you want to come back at all? There, on the surface, you will find a much more cruel world than here, next to it. Yes, the conditions here are not so good, but it is much better than sitting behind bars in a dirty cell or, God forbid, being a test subject of these disgusting people.

— Despite the confusion, Sebastian understands these feelings. But he definitely didn't want to watch the situation worsen. He will definitely give you "medicines" to let you forget, but he will not work hard with it. After all, Sebastian does not want to be like the people who conducted experiments on him.

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

— Not really.

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

— It's definitely that Sebastian has become a monster, without a shred of humanity. Despite everything, he still misses the time when he was human, and these words will infuriate him. Plus, the same flashlight or flash in sensitive eyes. This disorients him for a few seconds.

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

— Mentally? Not much. Physically? Quite a lot, and it depends on how much you've exhausted his patience.

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

— It depends on a lot of things. From the time you are with him, situations have occurred, especially those related to your life. The longer you stay with him and the more situations there are related to your life, the more he will begin to take care of you. But as for the conquest, this is another story and much longer, because Sebastian lost that normal part of himself, acting on the basis of instincts and vague memories.

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

— It depends on the situation.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

— Oh, Sebastian, which is a little surprising, will try to prevent this. He doesn't want a man like you to become even a little bit like him.

[kaitlinz-z0ne]

Hi !!! I’m Kaitlin and I’m new to tumblr ⭐️✨

I do art and stuff and I gotta be honest I only made this account because I recently got super into The Kid At The Back by @fantasia-kitt !

Here’s some of the fanart I made the past month until now ✨

It started as this early birthday gift I made for myself…

🎄 Merry Christmas 🎄

I post a lot more on TikTok which I go by the user Kaitlinz_c0rner !

bonus Crowe doodles hehe

[mortimerc]

𝔄 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫.

𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯

Male - GN Reader x Sebastian Solace

TW : blo0d, t0rture, g0re, obsessive behaviour,

Warning: this is a smut, if you are uncomfortable with it, please don’t read nor interact with the said post. Thank you.

(Readers gender is unspecified but is with specific male organs.)

Note: I am also inexperienced with writing smut so bear with me

* ‧̍ ˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍ * 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍

It was all perfect again.

For the first time in years, you are back with your 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤. Your Sebastian. It’s a moment you both were waiting for. To be together again, never separated from each other once more.

You both were roaming the halls of the abandoned building, the Hadal Blacksite, scavenging for items to sell to prisoners for data and DNA. You both landed on an office building, chairs scattered across the room, indicating the sheer terror of the workers who were trying so desperately to escape while the lockdown was called.

“Hey look what I’ve found” Sebastian broke the silence and showed you a gummy light he had found.

“How many do you even charge people for that? Isn’t it a shit item anyways?” You questioned

“People will buy anything from me, even a wall dweller chuck. Heh.. stupid bitches.”

As you both were scavenging, Sebastian suddenly had the random existential crisis while lost in thoughts and thought of what they will do when the prisoners retrieve the crystal.

“Hey [Name],, I’ve been thinking, what if we would’ve escaped from this hellhole. I mean it’s not even living anymore. It’s just surviving.” Sebastian questions

“You know we can’t, I mean look at us, we look the we’re from hell itself. Once we step out of here, we’ll be gunned down and plus, we’re both declared dead to the people.” You hit him the hard reality.

“I know- but.-“ you suddenly hug Sebastian, him shoving his face in your chest, and you trying to stop him from continuing on with his conversation.

“I know,, i know you want to be out of here, seeing your family again. But it’s simply not possible.”

You felt warm tears staining your clothes, Sebastian lifts his head. It’s the first time you’ve seen Sebastian cry. It’s heartbreaking to see the man you always seen trying to act tough for your own sake. It angers you how you weren’t fast enough to save him from all the pain from the experiments. Nothing about this place is comforting.

You lift Sebastian’s face, making him look at you with a tear stained face. “I’m tired [Name]…”

“Im sorry,,”

As you both looked into each other’s eyes, you both soon closed the gap. As time went on, the kiss was getting heated and soon Sebastian finds himself laying on one of the office tables, papers thrown of it.

You both found yourself half naked and stripped of your clothes, your hands trailed down to a part of Sebastian’s tail and soon came across his urogenital opening and slowly rubbing your fingers against it. (ᴵ ᵃᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ)

Sebastian mewls in reaction of the action, and starts to pant.

“F-fuck-“

You forcefully grabbed his chin

“You with your filthy mouth.” You said, kissing him

You starts to insert you finger in his hole, adding more digits in the meantime.

“Go-god! Fuck!”

Sebastian lets himself to indulge in the pleasure that he is receiving, no more thinking of the past thoughts.

You put your other hand in front of Sebastian’s mouth and said “spit on it.” And he complies. You start to lube yourself.

You lined up to his hole and slowly started to push in.

“A-ah f-fuc-k! I’ve n-never felt t-this before!”

“Good to be your first”

You thrust yourself in and out of Sebastian, feeling closer to your high. You kiss Sebastian as you both finish together

“Fuck,, that was.. something.” You said while panting

Sebastian who was also panting “yeah,, no shit,,”

You soon brought him to his shop, cleaned him up and dressed him in freshly washed clothes, and you both cuddled into the night until you both fall asleep., tails curling around each other’s body.

If you need to spend your whole life here just to be with him then so be it.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒.

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦

The end. (Thank fucking god)

Note:

Had to keep it short because I can feel myself cringing and fuckin dying inside. Imma do an exorcism real quick-

[sammylkcho]

Please.. Forgive me.

Warnings/Notes: vague descriptions of dismemberment, descriptions of gory scenes, angst, deaths, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, mentions of suicide, more questions than answers

"I'm sure we’ll be able to get out of this, especially with Painter’s help.. distracting those disposables Urbanshade brings so we can grab the crystal" you said in a cheerful voice, swinging your legs back and forth from the box you were sitting on.

Sebastian let out an uncomfortable hum, his attention glued to the files marked "CLASSIFIED" in bold letters. He was pouring over the documents without even a glance away, barely even pausing to breathe. You’d seen him work himself to exhaustion like this before, sometimes even passing out from the strain. Secretly, you were starting to worry he’d begin hallucinating from the lack of sleep.

Your face unconsciously tightened into a frown, and your lips pressed into a thin line as you noticed his anxious habit—running a hand through his hair and trying to tuck it behind his fins. It reminded you of when he’d always push the hair falling down each side of his face behind his ears back when he was (well, still is) human.

Quickly replacing your frown, you kept chatting away about all the things you could do once you were back on the surface. You mentioned how living by a nice beach could be a fresh, relaxing start for both of you after everything. Painter could even capture the beauty of the sunsets there.

There was no sign he was listening, but you knew his mind was elsewhere. Still, you kept talking—it was a surefire way to help calm your own nerves.

Listening to Painter ramble on about whatever he liked—a new drawing or sketch he’d made, or even just complaining about the disposables—was one of the only things that could ground you, helping keep you tethered when your thoughts began to consume you. Somehow, it both soothed you and brought back all the anxieties you were left with at the end of each day.

Sometimes Painter noticed the shifts in your mood and asked about them. Usually, you didn’t tell him anything to avoid worrying him, letting him continue his usual ramblings, but today was one of those rare moments when you let a thought slip.

“.. Are you alright? I started complaining about Sebastian, and you didn’t even jump in to defend him or argue about it” he noted, trying to keep the worry in his tone hidden. Being soft or consoling wasn’t something his programming was used to after all his time in a place like this.

You looked down, trying to find the right words to explain to the AI the emotional mess you were in now (and, honestly, always) and to make him understand, even just a little.

“It’s just... Is it wrong that I’m becoming numb to someone dying? I used to feel sick, to gag whenever I saw a disposable’s corpse, and now it doesn’t faze me—their deaths or the brutal injuries. It’s like it doesn’t gross me out at all. I think picking through bodies with Sebastian is getting to me...” You chuckled softly, though it was more out of hollow irony than anything.

“And besides, it’s hard trying to help Sebastian when he only lets me tend to the disposables that end up here. Other than that, he doesn’t let me help him physically or mentally.”

You ran a hand through your hair, trying in vain to calm yourself or slow down the racing of your thoughts. You felt your breathing grow ragged, your hands shaking beyond your control as if they were reacting all on their own.

“It’s exhausting... I want to help him a little because I know the hell he’s dealing with, but I also have no idea what goes through his head, especially when he won’t tell me the full story.”

Your voice wavered, your teeth chattering as a tremor started to take over your body.

“He tells me I can’t help him when I can’t even help myself. I can handle my mess and his at the same time; I know I can.”

You could hear Painter’s voice saying something, but it didn’t register.

“I know I can do it, I’m fine. I wouldn’t get tired of hearing his complaints or thoughts.”

There was Painter’s voice again. What was he saying?

“I can handle it, I’M FINE—”

“You’re bleeding!”

Painter’s voice came through the old computer speakers so loudly you swore it sounded distorted.

You tasted something metallic on your lower lip, and your tongue quickly recognized the taste of blood when you licked it, realizing what it was.

You looked down at your hands, now stained red, with the indents of your nails pressing into your palms.

When you blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings, you noticed your eyelashes were wet, and your cheeks felt uncomfortably damp. You had been crying too.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Sorry.” You didn’t even know why you were apologizing or what for. You just felt the need to after putting poor Painter through this, letting him see you unraveling over your anxieties, showing him this sorry state.

“It’s okay... Just.. do you want to talk it over more calmly?” he asked, his words sounding a bit awkward as he wasn’t sure what to say or do.

You quickly shook your head, wiping your tears away with your sleeve. You braced your hands against the floor to stand, relying on it to steady you because your legs were still trembling. You didn’t trust yourself to get up without some support, given how shaky you still felt.

Before Painter could say anything else, you left as quickly as you could, trying to drown out the voices in your head blaming you for burdening him, for voicing your problems aloud. You didn’t deserve even his pity.

You were pathetic—worse than pitiful.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to show up at Sebastian’s shop, the place you called home.

You sprinted quickly into one of the rooms down the long hallway you’d been running through. Instinct drove you under the desk in the wide room, both hands clamped over your mouth and nose to stifle the sound of your heavy, panicked breathing. You needed to hide from this monster.

Scenes of the person you were escaping from replayed in your head like a film.

It was just another disposable who’d somehow made it this far while you’d been with Painter. You’d spotted him at a distance in a dark room before the voices over the speakers cut through the silence, alerting you and the disposable who was now only inches away from you.

“There’s another person inside the facility. They violated company regulations and are complicit with Z-13. Their elimination will yield twice the initial reward.” The HQ voice blared through the speakers, making you gasp when it mentioned your name.

You’d forgotten that some of the cameras still worked throughout the facility, likely monitoring the disposables and reporting on what was taking them down along the way.

The moment you took a step forward and your footfall echoed across the room, you felt a burning gaze on the back of your neck. Without daring to look back at the person behind you, you took off running, a prey fleeing from its hunter.

The sound of a missed gunshot made your blood run cold in an instant. You didn’t even want to ask how he got a weapon, but he had one—and you were completely defenseless.

That’s what brought you here, crouched under the desk, silently praying to God that, just this once, he would listen and spare you from this person.

You prayed to God, to Eyesfastion, hoping they’d appear out of pure chance and force him to look them in the eyes. Or for an Angler to come roaring through the rooms, Chainsmoker to slow his steps. Any miracle.

Of all the times you’d wanted to be six feet under, wished for death to just take you already, this time you didn’t want to go. No matter how often you’d begged for death to come, this time, you wanted to live.

You held your breath, clamping down on it entirely when the sound of firm footsteps filled the room where you hid.

Closer and closer.

The desk creaked as something leaned against it. He was mere inches away. You could hear his breathing and the clank of the gun as he set it on top of the desk.

Your shaking eyes drifted to the glass in front of you, showing a view of the vast, deep ocean no other human besides Urbanshade could ever witness at such depths. Due to your crouched, hidden position under the desk, you couldn’t see your own reflection in the glass, but you could see his. A sharp gasp escaped you when you saw the appearance of your hunter.

His gaze immediately dropped downward as your gasp echoed through the room. His hand swiftly gripped the gun before he moved around to the back of the desk.

Sebastian was tucking away documents and small DNA samples he found into the neoprene suit of the now-deceased expendable, also grabbing the unused batteries. He stored everything in the small pouches strapped along his tail.

When he finished organizing everything and made sure it was all in place, he started heading back to his tent, the quick thought of seeing you there to talk non-stop just to fill the ever-present silence. A humorous smile crossed his face; this time, he’d make sure to join the conversation.

The door indicator’s number flashed, crackling quickly, before the face of Painter appeared on the screen.

"SEBASTIAN."

The AI’s shout disoriented him for a couple of seconds, leaving him confused by its sudden appearance. Painter usually waited until Sebastian visited him in his usual location to relay any messages, so seeing him appear here and shout was odd.

"What’s going on? I’m doing inventory on the expendables, so you can tell me whatever you need later, you stupid—"

"Shut up, you filthy fish, and get to room 65. They’re in danger."

The mention of your name and that you were in danger ignited something inside him.

You had already mastered the dangers of this place, even if you still trembled with fear after an Angler encounter. What had stopped you now?

He didn’t take the time to respond to the AI, instead moving as fast as his instincts could carry him to the room number. He knew the place like the back of his hand and was only six rooms away—just a little more, and he’d be there.

He was greeted by a wide hallway and the stench of blood, sharply invading his senses and nostrils. The smell was sickening, but he could bear it for a few minutes—though this time, it felt disturbingly familiar.

The stench led him to a room where he immediately noticed blood-stained glass, crimson trails streaking downwards. The sight disgusted him more than anything else, for no clear reason.

His third hand moved to his three-barreled shotgun. Although he heard nothing, something told him that wasn’t a good sign.

His breath caught entirely when two bodies came into view, and he recognized yours immediately, even though he tried not to.

You were covered in blood, both your own and your attacker’s. Dried blood streamed from your nose, bruises becoming clear against the pallor of your skin. You had two gunshot wounds: one in your stomach and another in your leg.

Then he looked at your attacker.

The blood on the attacker’s face made it hard to see him clearly, but gray hair and a graying beard showed through wrinkles and lines that marked his features.

He had also been shot, but his wound was on the forehead, and there were a series of scratches on his neck, arms, and face—made with fierce aggression.

Sebastian could almost picture the possible scenario that led to all this.

A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if your pulse might still be beating, but it vanished as quickly as it came.

He heard no breath, no desperate gasping for air. Nothing.

The silence terrified him; you were supposed to fill that silence with words, turn that "nothing" into "something."

Had your attacker enjoyed your suffering? Had he even regretted, at any moment, the shots he’d fired at you? Had he seen you lifeless and felt fear at his mistake? Would he have slept soundly knowing he’d killed you?

No.

No, he didn’t believe it.

He would have made him regret being alive. He would have killed him in a worse way than he killed you.

He would have made him swallow his own teeth, fingers, and scraps of skin while he was still alive. Being alive would have been its own torture.

More than anything, he wanted to avenge you, to have done something so that this repulsive creature hadn’t killed or tortured you, even if in some "stupid" way.

…

He needed you.

[shadowtoons]

My dumbass back into yandere

[aphroditelovesu]

yandere will solace x reader letter please thanks

My beloved,

On the soft wings of the morning breeze, my words fly in search of your heart, where my purest essence of love and gratitude resides. I write these words with a heart filled with a love that consumes my soul, a love so ardent that it finds no limits. With you, my life found a greater purpose, a purpose that comes down solely to protecting and loving you.

I feel like a faithful guardian, willing to face any challenge, to overcome all barriers just to be by your side. It's a visceral attraction, an undeniable love that consumes me, but also fills me with indescribable happiness. Every time I see you, I feel a spark of joy that illuminates my being. Your smiles are like rays of sunlight piercing the darkness, illuminating my world and filling it with warmth and hope.

In your eyes I find a reflection of the most beautiful sunset, a spectacle that captivates me and leaves me breathless. Your spirit shines like the golden rays of the sun, flooding my life with warmth and vitality.

My love for you is like the sunshine, intense and undeniable, and my devotion to you is deeper than the roots of an ancient tree. I promise to watch over you, protect you from any threat, even if it means facing the darkest shadows that may try to separate us.

Ah, my beloved, you are the ray of light that illuminates my dark world, you are the song that calms my restless soul. I will not allow anything or anyone to come between us, because our love is stronger than any obstacle.

Allow me to be your shield against the shadows, your support in moments of uncertainty and your eternal source of love and joy.I promise to honor you with the light of my being, warming every moment we share.

With eternal love,

Will Solace.

[re-termination]

Don't really like to step into yandere tropes a lot but just a thought

Yandere Human! Sebastian who actually did commit the crimes he was accused of. No urbanshade involved just him running loose in society.

He's your dearest friend, but lately he's been acting strange. He's smart enough to not get caught by authorities, but he can't keep up his nonchalant facade around you. He gets rid of any suitors and anyone who dares to bother you, so certainly he's not in the wrong right?

[writersp3n]

Yandere Sebastian dealing with a darling who’s goal is to escape and she will stop at nothing until she’s free she even hides in lockers so he can’t touch her

···➯ 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧' 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐗 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Masterlist and other things regarding my blog are on my site. Finally finished this!! Request are welcomed!! AO3

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; Kidnapping, drug use, reader being drug, mentions of surgery, cursing, harassment, non-consenal groping, Dead dove do not eat (?).

𝟏𝟏/𝟏𝟑/𝟐𝟒 | 𝟏.𝟏𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Hurriedly stepping into a nearby locker, you turned off your flashlight and calmed your breathing. You know he’s following you, it had gotten dead quiet a few doors back. You looked behind you and saw the tip of his tail going into a vent above you. “I know you're still here.” His tone sent down your spine. You could hear his fin thump against the ground, as he shoved desks around. “I don't know why you hide from me, darling. I’m only trying to protect you.” You heard a door close, before watching Sebastian’s figure move past the locker you hid yourself in. You could hear the lockers around you crack and knock against the walls and each other. “It’s dangerous down here, especially for a girl like you.” Another locker hit the ground clanging, “I was able to persuade them to give me a copy of your file.” That’s when everything went quiet, just Sebastian's heavy breathing could be heard. The lights flickered, you saw it, you know he did too. That's when you heard one of the lockers be lifted back up as he grunted before you heard it open and close. Besides the growing noise of Angler getting closer, it had gotten quiet after that. Your locker was quickly opened and closed as Sebastian shoved his way in there with you. ─────────────────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆──────────────────── Before you could do anything, he wrapped himself around you and covered your mouth. Angler came crashing down the hallway, and light bulbs busted through its wake. You were shaking in fear, reality dawned on you, Sebastian has you. You're never leaving this hellhole, “This game of hide n’ seek you’ve been playing with me, was quite enjoyable darling.” He whispered in your ear, as he massaged and groped your flesh. “But funs over. I have a business I need to run, collect whatever the last expandables had when they died.” And with that, he pushed open the locker door with you being held in his other arm. You kicked and tried to rip yourself from his agonizing grip to no avail. As Sebastian made his way through doors, your restless attacks slowed until they came to a stop. You heaved, tired from trying to break free. “Fighting is no use, obviously” laughing as he re-adjusted his grip on you. “But it was quite enjoyable to see.” ────────────────────⋆⋅♰⋅⋆────────────────────

“Surgical room 13.” He spoke with a deadpan voice, as he opened a metal door with a keycard. “It’s quite funny don’t ya think sweets?” He questioned, “I remember this room and the events that played out like yesterday. The first surgery I ever had in my life, they took A Great White Shark’s DNA and put it in my bloodstream. And took swapped our livers with each other.” He was talking to you, He didn’t care if you said anything back to him or not, he was focused on something else. Rumming through drawers. You were somewhat paying attention to his words, more focused on your surroundings. Glancing up, you saw a surgical light, at least that's what you think it’s called. You saw one like it one time “Ah, here it is. This will make it a lot easier for me to get things done with you with me.” You heard something like glass clatter against the metal drawer that caught your attention quickly. You glanced up at Sebastian, he had a syringe in his hand, with a small glass container with clear fluid on the drawer. Panic settled within you, and you started to pull away kicking, screaming, scratching, anything to get out of his grip. Sebastian set the syringe down for a moment, placing you on the cold metal table. “Se—Sebastian!” you called out in panic. You didn’t know what that container was, but you didn’t want to find out either. “L-look, Sebastian, we can work something—anything out! Please,” you sputtered, trying to get out of this mess. Sebastian ignored you completely. Not even a grunt of acknowledgment came from him. He used 2 of his arms to hold you down as he grabbed the restraints on the side of the table and secured your legs, arms, and wrist.“I wouldn’t have to do this if you would just be still and relax,” he sneered. “Relax? You want me to relax after this,?!” You nearly yelled at him. He chuckled, “You should watch who you're yelling at. What position are you in to yell at me?” He questioned. You sighed in defeat Sebastian was right. Firstly, you're strapped down to a table as Sebastian prepares to shoot whatever is in that container in your veins. Secondly, Even if you weren’t strapped to a table, you had no idea where you were. This was not a path you had taken before, hell you didn’t if it was one.Last but not least, you are human and Sebastian was some type of fish beast. What the fuck were you going to do against him. “Just stay still doll, it’s not going to hurt.” He spoke as he pulled your arm straight, preparing to give you the shot. You inhaled sharply and breathed out. You felt a small pinch in your arm, as Sebastian injected the clear liquid into your body.

“See? All done love.” He spoke placing the syringe on the metal tray next to him. “All that fighting, just for you to give up in the end.” He paused, “But I see how you lasted this long, always fighting til you can’t.” He continued. “And me of course,” He chuckled. As he unbuckled the restraints, that chained you. Your brows furrowed in response. “Aw, how cute.” He teased, voice laced with amusement as he watched your muscles shift. “You really think you lasted this long on your own?” Before Sebastian could continue his little speech, the room shook. Metal clattering against the tables, some falling off completely. Sebastian scooped your limp body in between his arms, before leaning himself against the wall of the room. Waiting for the angler to pass, you tried to raise your arm to no avail. “C’mon, let me take you back to the shop.” He spoke pushing himself off the wall and opening the door into the bleak hallway. “It’s safe there, and trying to leave will get you nowhere, by the time we get there, the dosage would’ve knocked you out.” ────────────────────⋆⋅♰⋅⋆──────────────────── He was right, in the end. Running got you now, fighting got you now where. That was the reason you got into Urbanshade in the first place, fighting. You knew the fighting ring would get busted sooner or later, you just hated you were there when it happened.

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[letmeremindyouvn]

I've been...busy with some stuff, here's a comic explaining what happened. ;w; Gianni Matragrano's voice has my entire soul. Sorry Zecharias.

I'm still working on the games and other art on the side, and will answer the asks soon. ^^ Thank you for your patience.

((Zecharias is the main yandere love interest from a series of visual novels I'm making. They are romantic horror VNs about art, nostalgia, and liminal spaces.))

[missshirophantom]

From the author : hello everyone! A few days later, but I'm done with this part. It took me a while... And I wrote twice as much as I originally planned. But since the part itself was thought out in terms of what was going to happen, I did not dare to divide it into two parts. This work was written based on my yandere Seb post. Have a nice read.

English is not my native language, I apologize for the mistakes.

Warnings : g/n reader, description of violence, description of injury, hint of harassment (but that's in the past), mention of strangulation, possessive behavior, paranoia, kidnapping.

Number of words : 6 593

There you are

So much has happened in the last months of your life that you're almost sure you're in some kind of B-movie of whatever genre.

Being accused of a violent crime that you didn't commit, disappointing your family and loved ones, being sent to prison, and then strange people coming promising release for a "small favor." All you have to do is get a certain crystal for them, avoiding unknown threats and return back with an undamaged object.

It sounds pretty easy and the reward is pretty tempting, right?

Even though you knew that your family was disappointed in you and rejected you right in the courtroom, you still wanted to return to them. To prove to them that this crime was committed not by you, but by someone else. Although it did not occur to you that there is no evidence of your innocence anymore, and your family has been inspired with blatant lies about you. So much so that it is impossible to convince them, despite all the warm relations in the past.

But you are young. Naive and just enrolled in a prestigious college, how do you know how bad and terrible things can be in the world? Only from those romanticized series.

But now... This is your reality. Your life, which you absolutely did not want. You would be glad to forget this beginning horror, but you can't. Every time you opened your eyes and saw the wall of your cell, reality crashed down on you like cold water in the middle of a dream.

So... Yes, you had good reasons to accept a strange offer from the same strange people.

All in order to get back to the family. Or at least to your usual, normal life.

You exhaled softly and shifted a little on the hard, spring-loaded mattress before closing your eyes and taking a little nap before going on a mission with the other prisoners.

* * *

You are very sorry that you agreed to this.

Your thoughts were spinning wildly in your head as you struggled to breathe, cowering in the closet and holding the doors tightly so that the creature could not open them and pull you out.

You squeezed your eyes shut when the ugly and distorted face of the fish continued to scream at you when it sees you through the small cracks in the door.

Time seemed to freeze under this terrible scream in your ears, and your hands began to hurt when you used all your strength to hold the doors in place. But after a while, that scream died down, as did the attack on the closet where you hid on pure instincts.

You didn't immediately understand when it was finally over, and even if you did, you would have sat there for some time, trembling all over and gasping for air. Tears of fear threatened to spill from your eyes, but you held them back, biting your lip and suppressing a quiet sob.

You weren't exactly sure which room you were in, which door you went through, hell, even how much time had passed when you got out of that damn submarine. About the threats, you thought that these were ordinary security systems in the face of the same turrets... Although they were controlled by some kind of reasonable AI.

But damn it, these people weren't talking about real monsters!

At first, some people are statues pretending to be walls and sneaking after a person to eat them later. Then there are a bunch of strange creatures making loud noises, breaking the lamps in the room, which are rushing like crazy. And one of them is actually trying to get you out of the locker. Or a creature with tentacles that hides in the closet itself, waiting for an inattentive prisoner.

Although the worst monsters you met were: a creature behind a fake door, a giant fish with a bunch of eyes and a creature trying to get you out of the closet.

If it weren't for the "kind" prisoners you met along the way and not trying to kill you, steal your collected research and food, or do something much worse, then you wouldn't know anything about these monsters at all.

However, you still had to give away some of the precious food, even if it was granola bars. And the collected research, although you didn't fully understand why they were needed. But the information was more valuable than the food and the data that can be found before you die unknowingly.

The statue people were Wall Drawers and would sneak up on the man from behind to then eat him. All I had to do was turn around and listen often.

And the bunch of creatures that fly like mad across the room were Angler, Blitz. There were also three, but you did not encounter them. The creature that's trying to get you out of the locker is Pandemonium. Good People is that monster from the fake door. Eyefestation is that giant fish with a bunch of eyes.

One of the prisoners who was in a small group kindly told you about them and how to deal with them. It was quite useful, even if you mourned a little for the loss of food and some research, even if they were useless.

However, it was a pity about the latter after you learned from the words of other prisoners that you were not here for the first time (which is surprising for you) and that somewhere here there is a small store where you can buy a first-aid kit with batteries and other things, and the payment is just for these studies.

You didn't even have to sacrifice anything, because there was a newcomer among those prisoners and they told him about a certain intelligent being who runs this store and calls himself Sebastian. Of course, you didn't really understand anything, but you took note of this useful information.

Although you are still worried about the further words of the prisoners about how scary and rude this seller is. The saboteur, as they also call him. There was also a rumor that he was the one who organized the pogrom on this huge base under water.

Although you thought more that this was just a typical way of bullying the elders over the younger ones, exaggerating or inventing what is not there. Although... Considering the whole situation, perhaps the prisoners were not exaggerating.

After that, quite a lot of events happened, so you forgot about a certain store and a mysterious seller in time.

Especially when you have just experienced the 5th meeting with Pandemonium.

After that, you still wonder how you miraculously survived. Especially when Pandemonium was quite persistent, chasing you through every room.

You carefully opened the closet door, finally getting out of it when you started to feel a little claustrophobic. Your legs could barely hold you up, so you just sat on the floor, catching your breath and trying to somehow regain your strength.

You couldn't help but look around for a threat every couple of minutes and hold your breath, listening. It was pretty quiet, which should have been relaxing somehow, but it's completely wrong. It feels like there will be an even stronger storm after such a strong lull.

You are not exactly sure that there will be something much scarier than Pandemonium and a fish with a bunch of eyes.

I have no other way out. You exhaled softly, took off your helmet for a short time to quickly eat a small granola bar that you found next to the gnawed body of one of the prisoners when you avoided meeting with Wall Drawers the day before. You refused to admit the idea that you might end up in this prisoner's place if you weren't vigilant enough.

A skeleton in a uniform and diving equipment lying in the middle of the room.

You barely swallowed a piece of a hard and dry bar, ignoring the nausea caused by hunger and the horror of memories, and struggled to stand on trembling legs. You held on to the locker, feeling a little dizzy, and after standing there for a while, you started walking again. Even if it's not as fast as at the beginning, but with the maximum vigilance that you have, despite the lack of at least some sleep over these days (and maybe weeks... Your sense of time is blunted, and the clock is almost not there), hunger and a generally exhausted state.

You looked through every desk and staff lockers in search of data and useful items, by type of flashlight and flash. Maybe you will be lucky and there will be something to eat, except for granola bars, which are not so healthy. Or a bottle of water that didn't have time to spoil.

However, you have been very unlucky lately. Either because other prisoners who took everything managed to walk here before you, or there is simply nothing here... Or here it is in a slightly different case. Who knows.

In any case, it upset you, especially when your condition worsened every day, that at any moment you simply would not be able to walk. Or worse, but you preferred not to think about it.

You were almost absently examining tables, cabinets and shelves, passing through each door, trying to save energy for running.

It must have all played a role that you almost missed another couple of steps behind you. If it weren't for your instincts flaring up, you wouldn't have noticed Wall Drawers literally a meter away from you. You instantly turned around, looking at the creature with barely concealed alarm and hurriedly walking backwards, groping for the door to the next room.

However, the day could have been even worse, because you got on a fake door, too focused on Wall Drawers to hear breathing outside the door.

In the next second, a scream was heard and you fell to the floor, clutching your injured hand, while Good People mistakenly grabbed Wall Drawers instead of you. Although before that, I managed to cripple your leading hand. Not much, but being in the current situation, it causes great inconvenience.

You didn't fully realize what happened in just a second, but Wall Drawers must have managed to grab your hand and take a bite before you jumped back and Good People managed to accidentally grab them instead of you.

What a stroke of luck.

You couldn't hold back a quiet sob and whimper, clutching the wound on your arm. You saw a dark red, almost viscous liquid flowing out between your fingers, staining your uniform and dripping onto the floor. Pursing your lips and holding your breath, you carefully removed your palm and restrained yourself from crying out how terrible the wound was.

You hastily returned the gaze, trying not to look at the wound a second time and rummaged in your bag, trying to find at least something that will help you to bandage the wound for the first time.

There was nothing useful, because you couldn't find a first-aid kit the whole way, so you had to tear off the rest of the sleeve and bandage the wound. It turned out to be a very clumsy bandage made with one hand. In theory, you should have made another small bandage over your head so that the arm would remain motionless and not get in the way too much, but there just wasn't enough fabric for that.

You barely ignored the terrible pain in your arm, which seemed to pierce to the very bones (which is not entirely far from the truth), and barely got up from the floor, trying to come up with a plan of action.

You definitely really need a first aid kit. And to have a needle and thread in it, because the wound looked like something that needed to be sewn up. And even if you didn't go to the doctor and didn't touch on such medical topics in any way, but something had to be done. Even if you end up relying on the movie. What can't be done, but there is no other choice.

Hissing softly through your teeth, you continued walking, holding your hand and trying to be more attentive when you were injured and bleeding. You weren't exactly sure, but you had an idea that the smell of blood might attract someone from these many creatures. You prayed very much that if you were noticed, you would have had a first-aid kit by that time. I don't care about a safe place, the main thing is to take care of the wound, through which some infection can get.

After about a few doors behind, you suddenly heard a voice from which you yourself stopped for no reason. You hurriedly looked around, pressing your back against the nearest closet, thinking that either this was a hallucination, or a group of prisoners whom you needed to avoid more than anything, because not all of them are kind. Especially when you are injured and clearly in a pretty deplorable state.

There was a short silence in which you listened intently, then the voice sounded again. You may not have been able to make out the words completely, but judging by the tone of the threat, there was no threat.

Involuntarily, I flashed memories of those prisoners who talked among themselves about the store here, where you could buy from simple batteries for a flashlight to a first-aid kit. This involuntarily filled your heart with a little hope, although your instincts literally screamed over and over again that it was better not to go anywhere, because danger was possible.

But you didn't pay much attention to it, especially when everything hurt and the blood continued to flow. You needed this first-aid kit, if you have to go through danger for it, then it was worth it. At least you won't die so soon because of this.

Despite the fact that due to blood loss, you barely understood the words, but walked towards the voice, which led you to a small vent. Frowning weakly, you sat on your knees and tried to figure out how to crawl through it carefully so as to disturb your hand as little as possible. After sitting there for a few seconds, you were startled when the lamps blinked several times, which foreshadowed the appearance of one of the fish creatures flying across the room. This caused your sluggish body to move and you hurriedly crawled into the ventilation. The voice trailed off, which scared you a little, but you're sure you heard it here.

You were breathing heavily when you crawled through the vent and stopped briefly when you got out of it.

— Welcome! Welcome, newcomer, — the voice sounded literally above you. It was a little unexpected for you, which made you start and raise your head.

It was... The creature is humanoid. More precisely, you somehow don't want to name another being, especially when he spoke. Despite what he was about... More than 10 meters? It is quite difficult to determine when his long sea snake tail curled up a little in this almost small room, which made it seem smaller than it was.

His skin (or is it already scales?) She was light blue, had short black hair that was tousled. The facial features were sharp, with fins instead of ears... A fish mouth? Although, considering that he has an anglerfish esque, a third arm and a third eye, this is a much less strange sight, especially in a place like this.

The man was wearing a dark brown jacket, a white shirt with a frill. Your gaze involuntarily caught on the holster with a shotgun on his belt and a small bag. You also noticed that there was some kind of strange bulky device on his back, but don't know what it is. Your gaze turns away again and gets stuck on the medicine cabinet in one of the many bags on his long tail.

Ah.

This must be the same store with a certain saboteur.

You flinched when the other intentionally coughed loudly into your hand, and then you were embarrassed by his words:

— Have you enjoyed the view enough?

— Uh, excuse me... Hello, — you squirm a little, involuntarily squeezing your injured hand harder, remembering politeness.

Although what kind of simple politeness is worth talking about in a place like this? But you're a good person.

— Well... Ahem, welcome to my store. You may have already heard about me, but don't believe these stupid rumors, my friend. You can call me Sebastian. You can buy items here for the research that you managed to collect before coming here. They are useless to you, but they will be much more useful to me, — the salesman says matter—of-factly and even a little sarcastically, putting two hands together, clearly not caring that you were literally dying of blood loss in front of his eyes.

Strangely, you don't feel anything from this realization. Indifference is somehow better than those who take advantage of such a position in the terrible sense of the word. You shuddered a little from the memories and gathering your thoughts in a bunch, you asked:

— How much do you have a first aid kit for?..

— 200 studies, — the other immediately replied, somehow cunningly twisting the edges of his mouth.

You look down, groping for your bag and open it to get the right amount. In your opinion, the price was not very high, but within reasonable limits. It's better than buying a first aid kit from other prisoners for their heavenly prices. After transferring the required amount of research into Sebastian's clawed hand, you waited a little while for him to nod, count, and silently take the first-aid kit from his bag.

You carefully opened it, checking the contents and relax a little, seeing what you needed. After closing the first-aid kit and putting away her bag, you nod to the other, muttering softly "thank you" and go back to the ventilation.

— If it makes you feel better, there is a small office space nearby where you can close. The lock is intact there, so you'll know right away.

You were startled by the suddenness and involuntarily looked back at the seller, whose voice sounded... Strange. It was also mocking and indifferent, but something was wrong that made your instincts alert. But the fish-man looked quite normal, mockingly narrowing his inhuman blue eyes and grinning from the corners of his mouth.

— How much?..

— What? — you can see how he obviously feigned incomprehension tilted his head to the side, blinking slowly.

— For the information.

— Ah. Consider it free, — he almost growled the last word through razor—sharp teeth, frowning.

You look at him doubtfully for a few seconds and reopened the bag, taking out 100 studies and putting them on the nearest iron box and this time hurriedly leaving through the ventilation, muttering "thank you" out of habit. There was only stunned silence in response, but you didn't care. You didn't want to get into trouble, especially with a newfound acquaintance for a "free" thing.

Sebastian wasn't lying, and literally across the hall was the very office space that you recognized due to the whole lock, thanks to which you could close the door.

It was... It's such a relief that you could finally just close the door behind you and relax a little. As long as you don't make any noise, no one will try to break in.

Maybe after you took care of the wound, you could get some sleep.

Under the office desk in the corner and in the shade, so that in case of anything you would not be noticed.

* * *

You barely opened your eyes and did not immediately realize where you were, but then the memories reached you, from which you exhaled and squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back.

You successfully sewed up the wound, even though it was terribly hard and you lost consciousness several times due to the hellish pain and blood loss. But fortunately you coped in the end and hardly remembered how you bandaged your arm.

Although...

When you open your eyes and turn your head to the side, you see how your helmet was lying next to you on the floor. Even with a small crack in the glass, which definitely wasn't there. But you must have missed it when you were attacked by Good People.

You can't remember when you managed to take off your helmet before you fell asleep under the table. But you were too tired, so you didn't think much about it. Moreover, things were more important now.

With such a wound, you definitely couldn't keep moving. At least until the pain is less and signs of healing are visible. So you will definitely have to stay in this area for a few days.

Which leads to another task.

You frown weakly, carefully sitting down and pulling your bag towards you, rummaging through numerous secret pockets, pulling out all the food and water supplies to calculate how much is left and how much more is needed.

It is quite poor, without taking into account the fact that there used to be more and you gave this part to the prisoners for information about this place.

A few dry and hard granola bars, a liter bottle of water, and by some miracle a canned food with sprats was found. Which you hate. And you also don't have a can opener.

There will be no problem with water. There was a half-filled cooler in this office room, which is enough for these days and you won't die of dehydration, but here's the food... Considering your current condition, you definitely needed something better than muesli and canned sprats. Moreover, this will be enough for two days at most.

So you definitely need to go out and explore this part of the territory in search of food.

You frown a little at this thought, upset, because the risk of bumping into someone is high. And especially when there was a store nearby, the risk of meeting prisoners is higher than usual.

— Damn, what a disgusting day, — you involuntarily swear under your breath, putting things back into the hidden pockets of the bag and clumsily get up.

Which you immediately regretted, because you almost fell back to the floor, barely managing to grab an office chair.

Okay, you definitely need to just sit for one day to start at least thinking about going somewhere.

You swore under your breath, sitting down in an office chair with irritation and leaning back, staring at the ceiling.

You sat there for an unknown amount of time before falling asleep, which was not very good for your back. Although when you woke up, you felt better and could finally stand. After quickly eating a granola bar and drinking water, you put your helmet back on and carefully opened the door, listening.

It was quiet, which disturbed you, but you couldn't do anything about it and quietly left the room, closing the door behind you. Looking around and listening all the time, you came across a door, behind which there was something like a dining room and a kitchen.

This cheered you up a little and you began to inspect the room, collecting research on the machine. When you reached the kitchen and examined the drawers, you found a slightly bent can opener and another tin can. But thank God not with sprats, but with corn. Pretty good, if a little unhealthy.

In addition, you found already moldy bread and already rotten fruits on the table, the smell of which made your stomach shrink a little and you hurriedly moved away from them.

In general, you were able to find some food in the face of canned corn and some miraculously preserved sausage in the refrigerator. You considered this a victory.

You hummed softly to yourself when you put the food in your bag, deciding to eat the sausage first, which spoiled faster, and also so as not to get soaked in its smell and not run into trouble with people with excellent nose. You definitely don't intend to fight giant prisoners over sausage in your current state.

* * *

You are not sure exactly how many hours have passed since you stopped in the office room. It was a bit of a blur for you, because all you had time to do was explore the nearest rooms, come to eat and fall asleep. And you also looked into the store again to buy a Flash Beacon from Sebastian, a couple of batteries and again a first-aid kit. You spent all your accumulated research, but you didn't regret it.

After all, you still managed to get an infection.

And instead of staying and getting cured like a normal person, you decided that this was the perfect time to continue on your way. And you had your reasons. First, here, next to Sebastian's store, there is a high risk of running into a crazy prisoner or even a group. Which is very bad in your position. Secondly, there is a risk that you will not be able to cure the infection and eventually you will die. Third, you had some kind of unpleasant feeling in the back of your head that you were being watched and something in you said that you should leave as soon as possible.

It was a little sad, because the store clerk was a bit of an interesting conversationalist. When he's not trying to humiliate you at every opportunity, of course. And when this dialogue lasted at least a minute during your next two visits. One because of the strange sound of a gunshot, and the other because of shopping. But for you, it was a little breath of fresh air, after a long conversation with criminals in prison, as well as small skirmishes with them here. And monsters...

You involuntarily recalled your conversation with Sebastian when you bought a first-aid kit and other items. And it ended up being pretty... An unpleasant note.

— Ah, do you intend to go further? With such a wound? — He asked casually, bowing his head and propping it up with one of his hands, looking at you.

You shrugged a little, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, almost studying. Mentally, you reminded yourself that you were wearing a helmet, so he could not know about your appearance, which was well preserved under all the disgusting conditions. To your confusion.

— Yes... Uh, I feel much better. So I won't dare linger here, — you lied a little, grateful in secret that your face was not visible, and your voice was indifferent enough to betray the truth.

You looked up, catching the man's skeptical look before he rolled his eyes.

— Then don't you dare let Wall Drawers bite your hand off again, — he almost growled softly, strangely squeezing his hands tighter.

— What? — you blinked, thinking you misheard.

— I say, come into my store again, you idiot, — he said with a grin and louder, narrowing his eyes maliciously, — or are you deaf?

You pressed your lips together in silence, looking away from Sebastian, saying nothing.

It was at this moment that you heard a noise in the ventilation that made you freeze. The next second, a prisoner who was clearly passing by got out of the ventilation.

You pressed yourself imperceptibly against the wall, silently praying that you would not be noticed immediately and that you would have time to leave before you ran into trouble. And before anyone thought you were a coward, you had strong justifications for behaving that way, especially with other people.

You barely noticed the faint curiosity in Sebastian's gaze before he spoke in his usual sarcastic voice:

— Welcome, friend.

You heard a contemptuous snort from the prisoner before he came over to get the batteries, casually throwing the research. Before you had time to realize that you need to leave unnoticed through the ventilation, you suddenly recognized this person.

Oh shit, the universe really "loves" you, right?

— Who do I see? Is that really our rat, huh?

You flinched when you stopped near the vent.

— Are you completely deaf? You weren't taught to greet your friends, were you? — There was a little anger in the gruff voice.

You curled your lips, but remained silent, turning your head towards the other person. The tall man looked down at you with disgusting amusement.

— What do you want, Chris? — You answered with difficulty in an indifferent voice.

— Why such coldness, huh? Did you really forget your cellmate, huh? — the criminal giggled, smiling broadly and showing his crooked teeth.

— We weren't cellmates, — you corrected coldly.

The other person's face twisted at your tone, clearly not expecting this.

— What, the eggs of the industry during your stay here? Decided to show your teeth, rat?! Have you forgotten who's in charge here? — The prisoner growled through his teeth, clearly restraining himself from running into you with his fists.

You frowned a little, but it was not visible because of the helmet.

How did he even recognize you with the helmet and uniform? Maybe he saw you putting on a helmet at the beginning of the journey? Or how was it given to you along with the uniform?

Although it doesn't really have to do with when to leave. You didn't really want to piss Sebastian off because of that arrogant jerk, even if it wasn't your fault.

It is strange that now you did not feel fear of this prisoner, who spoiled your life, as you were put in prison. So much so that the prison authorities had to put you and him in different cells after his attempt to strangle you in the dining room.

Although it is strange that you two were resettled and you received a solitary cell, because other prisoners, despite all the conflicts, were not resettled... But somehow you didn't think much about it.

You probably didn't think he was particularly scary right now after encountering monsters here. Or you were just tired under the influence of a found painkiller and an increasing infection, despite the fact that the wound was intact and there were no signs of rotting.

Whatever it was, you knew for sure that you had to leave.

— If you want to start a fight, it's not right in the store, — you said indifferently.

Well, you didn't want to inconvenience Sebastian yet, even if he didn't care about what was going on in front of him. But you knew Chris, and you knew what he could do when he was angry. If he accidentally destroyed something here, you didn't know how the seller would react.

But with the condition that during the last meeting you heard a shot here...

It's better not to think about it.

— Ha! Do you still dare to tell me what to do? Have you already made friends with this monster? — the prisoner replied with a laugh, putting his hand on the handle of the Flash Beacon, — you haven't changed at all, you always take care of others. That's why they put you in jail, you stupid rat.

The unpleasant feeling in the back of your head has intensified, which is why your hair has lifted a little there. The developed sense of self-preservation during his stay in prison confirmed that something very unpleasant was about to happen.

And let nothing happen to you, thanks to the dark glass on the helmet that protects you from bright light, but here is Sebastian with his unusual anatomy...

And even if you don't know him, but as a good person, you didn't want him to be hurt and others too. Just like that, even if you didn't feel anything special about him.

You just opened your mouth to stop him, but you didn't have time because at the same second he pulled out a Flash Beacon and pulled the trigger.

In those few seconds, several things happened and a loud sound sounded.

When the lights went out, you saw that the Flash Beacon was lying on the floor, literally broken into splinters, and the prisoner was coughing, clutching at his throat.

— Don't do that again.

You flinched at the absolute fury in Sebastian's voice and raised your head. His mouth was folded as if he was growling and ready to bite at any second, and his eyes were heavily squinted, betraying the degree of rage and slight blindness due to the bright flash.

You swallowed nervously and hurriedly crawled into the ventilation, muttering quiet apologies.

After that, you spent another day locked in the office room, as you waited for your "good friend" to leave either forward or backward. And you didn't know yet how Sebastian would react if he saw or heard you. You may not have cared about it, but you didn't want a bad relationship with the seller of important items.

Stupid people who make him angry. It's going to go sideways for them.

You squirm a little in place and then get up when you put everything in a bag and hung the weapon on your belt to grab it faster. Although Flash Beacon is not really a weapon, but it can blind anyone for a few seconds.

You stood in place for a while to let the dizziness go away and finally left the room with a quiet but fast step. It was a little hard, because there were no pills in the medicine cabinet, and a slight fever had been holding for the second day. But it was bearable enough to continue on the way.

Although you had some very unpleasant feeling in your heart.

* * *

You've. Made. A. Mistake.

Not only did you start to feel much worse, barely thinking because of the rising temperature, but you also stumbled upon Chris.

And even if there was no direct meeting, because you quickly hid so that you would not be noticed, it was still dangerous.

You could hardly restrain yourself from cursing as you crawled behind the tables to get to the open but broken door, hearing curses from that prisoner and those people who were with him. You tried to ignore his words, because they were very unpleasant, especially when they referred specifically to you. More accurately... They are vulgar and in a rather unpleasant way that makes you frankly sick, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You stopped for a moment when your head started spinning again, and black dots appeared in front of your eyes for a moment.

It was at this moment that the universe decided that your situation was quite deplorable, so everything went fine.

You were able to crawl out that door and get up as quietly as possible and also quietly hurried away. As you passed through each door and room, you quickened your pace. At the same time, your breathing accelerated, and your lungs ached quite a bit. However, you tried not to pay attention to it, continuing to walk and hastily looking through tables, drawers and cabinets, almost casually stuffing what you found into a bag.

You went through the next door at number 89 and got stuck a little bit, because you had to find the key card. You did not intend to use a code cracker, believing that it would be useful in a critical situation.

You were weakly looking through tables and drawers, wondering how many more doors and rooms you have to go through before you finally get to the crystal. The optimistic part said there wasn't much left, while the realistic part said there wasn't yet. It's not enough to get the crystal, you still need to go back... In such a weak state.

You made a little face thinking about it when you got up from your knees to look through the cabinets. At the same moment, you felt the floor move away from under your feet, and a gust of wind hit your face.

You blinked dazedly, not immediately realizing with your sick brain what had happened before a damp cloth was pressed to your nose and mouth. This caused your body to twitch instantly, which is why whoever grabbed you and held you at a height had to make efforts so that you would not slip out of their grasp.

You barely heard the grumbling above your head, too panicked to understand the words.

The sweet smell of the liquid on the cloth penetrated your airways as you twitched, writhing in the hands of the invader. It didn't do much and you weren't sure what kind of liquid it was, but you weren't intending to let it have any effect on you. You gripped the invader's hand tightly, which pressed a rag to your mouth, and with the other clumsily hit the obviously large body behind you until your hand weakened and fell on the object on your belt. You immediately grabbed and pulled it out, pointing it back and pulled the trigger.

At the same moment, there was a scream and you fell to the floor. You didn't have time to look around and rushed forward, coughing and gasping for air, clutching the handle of the Flash Beacon tightly.

— You little shit!!..

The voice was very loud and full of anger, but you didn't dare stop, even when it seemed familiar to your brain.

You heard a crash behind you as you ran across the room, skirting tables and deliberately knocking over chairs to slow down the attacker, which was a bit effective, judging by the wave of curses and curses, as well as the subsequent cracking sound. Your heart was pounding wildly, which hardly made you hear anything while you were running in a panic.

When the door, the exit, literally appeared in front of you and almost instantly took out a code cracker, pressing it against the panel with a trembling hand. You were breathing hoarsely, barely holding back a startled sob due to the noise and growling from behind, while the panel was making beeping sounds.

A second later, a small squeak was heard, indicating a hacking error.

From this sound, everything inside you froze, as well as all the noise around.

As if in a fog, you raised your head uncomprehendingly, almost desperately looking at the screen with the number of the next room. But instead of numbers, you saw a sad smiley face, as if sympathizing with your situation.

The last thing you saw after that was how a big shadow covered you, a sweet smell mixed with a strong smell of tobacco penetrated your nose before you lost consciousness.

[mortimerc]

𝔄 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 3

Male - GN Reader x Sebastian Solace

TW : blo0d, t0rture, g0re, obsessive behaviour,

* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ * 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

It’s been weeks after Sebastian’s experiment and since Sebastian’s ‘execution’. As you watch after Sebastian so he can have a fast recovery.

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦

𝔖𝔢𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔫’𝔰 𝔓𝔒𝔙

Everything hurts. My body aches. Nothing feels like it belongs here. What have I’ve done to deserve this? I didn’t even murder anyone. At least I have [Name] to look after me.

Sometimes with [Name], I feel a bit better- wait what am I saying? [Name] is a murderer. But [Name] did what they did for me, my good? I never asked for this. This is too complicated. I still love them. After all of those years, I can’t just throw them away.

At least they’re treating me better than anyone here.

One day, when reading a book, suddenly scientists were looking for [Name] carrying some type of paperwork clipped to their clipboard. And of course, [Name] complies and meets with them. Talking at the cell door.

I was trying to hear what they were talking about but ever since my experimental surgery, my ears haven’t worked that well. I tried to move closer but the scientists gave me a look to back away.

So I did, not wanting to be in trouble.

I saw [Name] being handed the clipboard alongside a pen, and them writing or signing the paper. What could it even be?

As they were done, the cell door closes and [Name] walks towards me and sits next to me.

“Hey, what was that all about?”

“Nothing. You’ll find out soon.”

“But-“

“I said nothing. Now drop it.”

I quickly dropped the conversation and returned to reading my book, [Name] looking over me, also reading the book.

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦

[𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢]’𝔰 𝔓𝔒𝔙

As the scientists called me over, I make my way over to them.

They had plans to make another time to experiment on Sebastian again. But due to the circumstances, they concluded that Sebastian wouldn’t be able to survive.

So they made a new plan.

“We had decided that you will take his place. You can sign your signature here and you will give us your permission” they said pointing at the bottom of the paper that is clipped on the clipboard.

“You are willing to take his place, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes. Anything.”

“Good. Now sign here and we’ll schedule a date for your time.”

Before you even think, you already signed the paperwork. What did you do? What happens if you don’t survive? Who will take care of Sebastian?

You will survive. Anything for him.

As you were done, you handed the clipboard back to the scientists and they left. You went back to Sebastian who was sitting on the floor, leaning on the bed frame while reading a book.

“Hey, what was that all about?”

“Nothing. You’ll find out soon.”

“But-“

“I said nothing. Now drop it.”

You felt a little bad for snapping at him but it’s for his own good. God, how would he react when he finds out? Well you don’t care about that anymore. All that matters is him. He is your everything

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒.

꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦

To be continued..

[hime-bee]

"I hold your photograph from last year... The one I took against your will. I burned the rest, I have you."

(Edwin belongs to @darkflames29 ❤️)