#yandere william shakespeare x reader

[decagondice]

༓ Foul & Fair ༓

༓ 'The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.' [Macbeth, William Shakespeare]

༓ Pairing. Trueform!Sukuna x Wife!Reader

༓ Synopsis. In a kingdom ruled by the feared and ruthless King, his reserved queen harbours a deadly secret. Devoted to her husband and his reign, she begins to punish those who defy him in the shadows, her hands stained with blood he never commanded her to spill. As guilt consumes her, she spirals deeper into madness, terrified of what Sukuna will do if he discovers the truth. But Sukuna, the King of Curses, knows far more than she realises. In a chilling confrontation, she must face the dark question: Does Sukuna's love run as deep as her sins, or is there something far more dangerous waiting in the shadows?

༓ Content. Inspired by Shakespeare's 'Macbeth' (Very loosely), sfw, Dark romance, Medieval Era, F!Reader, King/Trueform!Sukuna, Angst w/ comfort, Anxious & spiralling reader, Reader could be classed as a yandere (?), Protective Sukuna (?), Possessive Sukuna (?), Yandere (?) Sukuna, Emotional distress, Slight fear of abandonment, Spiralling, Mentions of death, Talks of violence, Hurt, Conflict of feelings, Mentions of Blood, Not proofread.

༓ Word Count. 3.5k

༓ A.N. I thought I should contribute to the spooky season, though exclude spooky and scary and replace them with anguish and spiralling madness. I had another random thought, drawing inspiration from Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth scene at the sink where here reader is secretly taking down those who reject Sukuna (and his rule) whilst spiralling into chaos but he finds out. [As, you already tell I am horrendous at tagging and disclosing content, let me know if I have missed anything out :)]

[Artwork by Gustave Moreau - 'Study for Lady Macbeth', 1851]

The night was thick with the weight of silence, suffocating and tense, pressing against the castle walls as if burdened by secrets of its own. The grand, cold castle loomed over the kingdom like an ever-watchful beast, its towering spires stretching into the night sky as shadows pooled beneath its battlements. Pale moonlight cast silver streaks across the stone floors, spilling through the halls and filling them with a ghostly light that seemed to intensify the gloom. The oppressive darkness was alive, seething in the corners of vast chambers and dreary corridors, pressing into every crevice like a silent judgement.

At the heart of this silence reigned the feared King of Curses, a sovereign whose iron and stone throne stood as a testament to his ruthless rule. His dominion was absolute—unyielding in cruelty, yet disturbingly effective. The people despised him, their whispers venomous, though none could deny that under his iron fist, the kingdom flourished. The harvests were plentiful, the borders secure, and enemies scattered like ash in the wind. But for all its prosperity, the kingdom lived under a cloak of shadows, a foreboding silence settling over its people and their ruler.

In the dim chambers of your own quarters, the same darkness felt suffocating, wrapping itself around you like a shroud. The air was heavy with the sharp, resinous scent of burning pine, mingling with the faint, metallic tang that clung to your skin as if it knew what lay on your conscience. You move through the pale light, haunted by the shadows of your deeds, the stone floors beneath your feet feeling cold and implacable, much like the guilt gnawing at your insides.

Enveloped in an otherworldly pallor, the room stretched vast and hollow, its walls draped in tapestries that told of battles long past, of victories soaked in blood. The heavy curtains, embroidered with dark emblems of power, hung motionless, like sentinels guarding the space. Their once grand opulence seemed stripped bare, eclipsed by the sins you carried, like spirits bound to your very soul. Every step you took echoed with the voices of those who had spoken against Sukuna—voices you had silenced and condemned in his name, though he had never commanded it. The room spun, your vision blurring as fragmented memories of punishment and blood swirled in your mind, sharp and piercing like shards of broken glass.

Outside, the wind’s mournful wail, weaving through the stone halls like a restless spirit, moaning for the damned as it rattled the iron-framed windows. And beneath that same iron sky, Sukuna—the man both feared and beloved—remained vigilant, a dark watchful presence in a kingdom thriving and suffering under his reign.

Yet, even the most powerful rulers had their shadows.

You were his wife, the queen who moved with silent grace through the corridors of his court, always by his side, always poised, always watching. While others feared his wrath and kept their distance, you remained the only one to whom he showed an unspoken tenderness. It was an odd love, one not built on affection but on something far deeper—an understanding of the cruelty of the world and the weight of power. He never uttered words of devotion, but his eyes lingered on you longer than they did on anyone else. And in that silence, you found a bond that could not be broken.

But bonds can fester, too, like wounds left unattended.

You stood at the ornate sink, water spilling over your trembling hands, though it did nothing to wash away the sins embedded in your skin. The marble basin beneath felt cold, unforgiving—a stark contrast to the marks you bore. The faucet, carved like a serpent’s maw, hissed ferociously, its flow indifferent to how furiously you scrubbed, how raw your hands had become. The blood was gone, dried long ago, but its crimson stain lingered vividly, as though it had seeped into your very soul. Each drop of water that fell seemed as though it should run red—a silent stream of accusation pooling at the bottom of the basin.

The mirror before you reflected a woman you no longer recognised. Your eyes were vacant, dulled by sleepless nights and the weight of your actions. Gaunt, pale, like the ghost of someone you once were. You wanted to scream and tear the image apart, to erase what you had become. Your chest tightened with the growing sense of dread. You could barely meet your own gaze, knowing full well what you had done, fearing that the reflection might whisper your wrongdoings back to you. And the fear—always, always—the gnawing dread of what he might say when he finds out. What would Sukuna, your husband and king, think of you now—his dutiful wife—tainted by the very blood you sought to cleanse? What if he cast you aside, repulsed by your actions, leaving you to languish in the darkness of your own guilt?

The truth was, you weren’t sure if you feared his anger more, or his indifference.

The misdeeds you had carried out—the punishments you had dealt out in the dark corners of the kingdom—had begun to claw at your mind. Those who rejected Sukuna, who cursed his name in the streets, had found themselves at your mercy. You had killed for him, with a coldness that even now frightened you. You did it not for the kingdom, not for the crown, but for the man behind the title. The man who held your heart in his calloused, monstrous hands—hands stained with bloodshed far beyond your own.

The footsteps came as they always did, slow, methodical, echoing through the cold stone halls long before he arrived. You stiffened, your ragged breath catching in your throat. Sukuna’s presence was like the weight of the kingdom itself—a force of nature, dark and indescribable, and you, standing there with blood on your hands—both literal and imagined—felt like a creature awaiting judgement. His judgement.

The door creaked open, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop as his towering frame filled the space. Even without seeing him, you could feel the sheer power he radiated, a terrifying, inescapable darkness that made him the ruler he was. He was feared, hated, worshipped, and he wielded it all with a ruthless hand. You loved him, too, though that love came with its own shadow, twisted and warped in the way only power could corrupt.

He didn’t speak at first, letting his slow and deliberate gaze sweep over you, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. You could feel the weight of his scrutiny, taking in every trembling movement, every faltering breath as you bore the burden of your sins, and it was clear that none of it had escaped his notice. His crimson eyes, sharp and unreadable, lingered on your hands, red from the water and from your desperate attempts to rid yourself of the evidence that existed only in your mind. The faintest twitch of his brow was the only sign of his reaction. 

“Why do you trouble yourself, wife?” His voice, low and gravelly, cut through the silence like a blade, but not without an unexpected softness that hung in words. He stepped forward now looming over you, and you felt the pull of him, the dark magnetism that had drawn you into his orbit long ago. “What is it you hope to wash away?”

You froze, your heart thundering in your chest. He was too close now, his reflection joining yours in the mirror. His gaze was unflinching, cold yet calculated, as if he already knew the answer. Of course, he knew. Sukuna always knew, far more than he ever let on. He was not a man to be easily deceived, and yet you had tried—foolishly, pathetically—to keep your deeds hidden, believing that the blood on your hands would go unnoticed by a man who had waded through rivers of it. You had not yet answered him, but in the oppressive stillness of this chamber, he would draw the truth from your lips as certainly as the sun would rise. 

The question hung between you like a blade suspended in midair. A thousand excuses raced to the tip of your tongue but none seemed sufficient. What could you say to him now? How could you confess the blood you had spilled without admitting the fear that drove you to it? That you thought you could act without his knowledge? That you could shield him, or worse, act in his stead? 

“It’s nothing,” you murmured, the lie burning your throat as it left your lips, trying to force the words out as calmly as you could. “I’ve been restless, that’s all.”

He said nothing at first, his eyes—a deep, glowing crimson that burned through the dim light— narrowing with a terrifying patience, as though waiting for you to trip over your own words. His silence felt more damning than accusation, and you couldn’t help but shift under the weight of his gaze. Still, you dared not meet his eyes in the mirror, fearing what you might see there—disappointment, perhaps, or worse, apathy. 

“Restless?” He repeated, his voice curling around the word like a snake tightening its coils. There, behind you, his presence was solid and immovable, much like the great stone walls of the castle itself. His hand had moved to your shoulder, heavy and possessive, his fingers cold against your skin. Deceptively gentle, his touch held an unmistakable strength, an authority that demanded answers.“You lie to me.” His voice was dark velvet, smoothing over the jagged edges of your panic, but each word sliced through the air, leaving you feeling bare, exposed. 

With a gentle motion, he turned you to face him, his gaze capturing yours with an intensity that stole your breath away. His hand, large and rough from countless battles, brushed against your cheek, pushing aside a strand of your hair dampened with sweat. The gesture was too tender, too human for a man like him—a man who slaughtered thousands without a second thought, whose name was a curse on the lips of his enemies. And yet here he was, gentle with you, the only one in his kingdom to receive such mercy.

You leaned into his touch, a broken sigh escaping your lips as your knees threatened to buckle. Your body, fragile and trembling, was held up only by his presence. His hand, firm yet careful, traced the curve of your jaw, his thumb brushing against your pulse that fluttered like a trapped bird.

“Look at you,” Sukuna’s voice rumbled low, carrying an edge of something you haven’t heard before. Could it be…concern? “You’ve grown so pale.”

Your breath faltered, and you felt the sting of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The lie had been pitiful, and now the truth hovered on the edge of your lips threatening to unravel everything. He knew already, didn’t he? Sukuna was no fool, and here you were tangled in your own web of fear and love, too afraid to admit what you had done. But now, standing in his shadow there was no escape.

“What have you done?”His voice was quieter now, but there was a dangerous sharpness to it, like a blade glinting in the dark..

His gaze shifted to your hands again, and the faintest frown tugged at the corners of his lips. He took your hands in his, lifting them from the water, the cold droplets running down your wrists like tears. He studied them, turning them over, his fingers tracing the raw skin where you had scrubbed at invisible bloodstains. The touch was almost reverent, as though he understood, in some unspoken way, the burden you carried.

"You've stained them for me." It wasn’t a question, but a statement. His voice was rough but slow, as if he were working through something. He could see the turmoil in your eyes, the haunted look that came from guilt and fear—fear of him. 

How could you not fear him? He, who had bathed in the blood of his enemies and found joy in their screams? He had no right to judge you, to be angry or disappointed. He had slaughtered far more than you ever could, his hands forever soaked in the blood of the innocent and the damned alike.

“I…” you started, your voice shaking, “I only wanted to protect you.” The words came out too quickly, too desperate, and the moment you spoke them you regretted them.

His fingers traced a path up your neck, curling under your chin, forcing your face upward with his scarlet eyes boring into yours. “Protect me?” he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr, the barest hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. “You think I need protection?”

“No,” you whispered, trembling now, unable to hold his gaze any longer. “Not you…but those who sought to challenge you.” You swallowed hard, the confession falling from your lips before you could stop it. “The ones who spoke against you. They…they cursed your name. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t let them defy you. Not with their worthless lives and their petty defiance.”

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, low and humourless, vibrating through the air between you. His hand slipped from your chin to your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly, enough to make you feel the control he had over you, the power he held. “And so, you thought it was your place to end them?”

The pain came suddenly, like a hot blade piercing through your skull, leaving you gasping for breath. You pressed a trembling hand to your temple, your vision blurring as the world around you wavered. The familiar, nauseating throb of the headache began to claw at your mind, the weight of your guilt manifesting in sharp, crippling waves. 

And then the memories came—hazy, fractured, like fragments of glass slicing through your consciousness. You saw flashes of faces twisted in agony, the sound of desperate pleas that had fallen on deaf ears. The crack of the whip as it tore through flesh, the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground. Their eyes—wide, terrified, as they realised their fate. The words they had uttered against Sukuna, the defiance that had sealed their doom. You had watched, cold and distant, as their lives bled out before you, justifying it all in the name of loyalty.

Blood. So much blood. It stained your hands, dripping from your fingers, soaking into the earth. You tried to wash it away earlier, scrubbing frantically, but it clung to you, thick and accusing. The cries of the condemned echoed in your ears, haunting and relentless, as if they would never leave you. You saw the moment their eyes dimmed, the light of life snuffed out, and the weight of their deaths settled on your soul like an iron chain.

You blinked, the vision dissolving into the present, the pain still pounding behind your eyes. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, your body trembling as the memories faded, leaving you hollow. The room spun around you, and for a moment, you thought you might collapse under the weight of it all—the guilt, the shame, the horror of what you had done. Even now, even with his touch grounding you, the wrongs you had committed refused to let you go.

As you fought to regain your breath, your back pressed firmly against the cold stone, and your fingers dug into the edge of the sink, your knuckles white. “I thought… I thought you would be pleased,” you admitted, the words brittle and frail. “I did it for you.”

His gaze flickered, and for the briefest moment, something passed through his eyes—something that might have been understanding or amusement. Then it was gone, replaced by that familiar coldness. “You think I would have been pleased with your disobedience?” His voice was calm, yet it dripped with dark promise, a reminder of the power he wielded over you and the consequences that could follow.

“I would have thought,” he continued, “that you would come to me. Yet here you were, washing away the evidence of your transgressions as though I wouldn’t have known.”

You flinched at his words, the accusation clear, your heart hammering against your ribs. He was a king of slaughter, a creature born in blood. How could you have thought to deceive him?

Your lips trembled as you whispered, “I thought I was doing what you would have done.”

Sukuna’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “You misunderstand, wife.” His hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers weaving through your hair with a possessive grip. “I kill because it is necessary. You kill out of fear.”

Your pulse quickened, panic rising in your chest, but his hand tightened just enough to keep you grounded, his voice softening as he spoke. “Do you think I wouldn’t have known what you have done? That I would let it pass unnoticed?” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “I know everything, even when you think you hide from me.”

Tears stung your eyes, and your lips parted, but no words came. He had known all along. He had watched you unravel, had let you dig yourself deeper into this darkness, even expecting you to come to him on your own. But you hadn’t. Instead, you had fallen deeper, spiralling into this madness, desperate to protect him, to prove your loyalty to a man who needed no protector.

He raised his other hand to your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, almost tender in the way they brushed aside the tears that spilled down. “You should not have feared me,” he said quietly, the darkness in his voice replaced by something softer, something that felt almost like affection. “I have bathed in blood far worse than this.”

He understood what you feared, even if you couldn’t say it aloud. You thought he would cast you aside for this—for acting in his name without his consent. But you had no reason to worry. Your actions, though misguided, came from a place he knew all too well—love, twisted and warped by power. And for that, he could not fault you.

His thumb grazed your trembling lips, silencing the sob that threatened to break free. And then, slowly, his hand moved upward, covering your eyes with his fingers pressing lightly against your eyelids, casting you into a sudden, terrifying darkness. You stiffened, but his touch remained gentle, his palm resting delicately against your skin as if to protect you from the weight of your own actions. You felt a moment of peace, of quiet—a reprieve from the torment that had consumed you.

“You worry for nothing,” he whispered against your ear, his voice low and intimate. “It is not judgement you should fear. Not from me.” 

His words settled over you like a balm, easing the weight on your chest. He would not leave you. He had never intended to. Even in your spiral, in your darkest moments, he would not cast you aside. He, the king of slaughter, had already known what it meant to live with blood on his hands.

And then, you felt his lips brush against the corner of your mouth, a touch so soft, so delicate. You shuddered under the weight of that moment, the fear that had consumed you slowly dissipating like mist in the light of dawn. It was not a kiss of anger, nor of passion, but a dark promise, a reminder that you were his, bound to him by blood and love, no matter what you had done. You would always be his.

His hand slipped away from your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were left feeling exposed, raw under his gaze. Yet, there was no signs of disgust in him, no fury. He had known all along, had let you descend into this unravelling, but he had not abandoned you. Sukuna, the King of Curses, the tyrant feared by all, had always been waiting, knowing that no matter how far you strayed, you would always return to him.

“Come,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble, commanding but not unkind. “Leave the water behind. It cannot wash away what we are.”

He took your hand in his, pulling you gently away from the sink, the water long silenced behind you. The shadows whispered, but their hold on you had weakened. Sukuna had pulled you from the darkness you had created, and as he led you from the room, his grip firm but reassuring, you knew that whatever sins lay on your hands, you would not bear them alone.

A.N. I don't know how to feel about this piece, whether I hate it or like it. I also felt like I was descending into madness trying to bring this idea into fruition. Anyways, Happy Halloween :)

[fancyfeathers]

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

Chapter Twenty Two, The Genius That Leads

(A/N- I read Romeo and Juliet before writing this and now I love the idea of William being called the prince of cats like Tybalt because of their similarities and that being the story much of his character is based on)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

Chapter twenty one

“Deal.” The moment you said that a smile came across his face. You glanced back at the book you were asked to retrieve, before he could say something you grabbed it from the table. You looked back over at him, keeping the book curled up in your arm. “Not a word.”

“Only if you keep your end of the deal, doll,” Ayatsuji replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll have a hard time hiding that book at the party, what do you plan on doing?”

“I will be leaving early, I have my own matters to tend to.” You took out your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. “The Society is not the only affair that keeps me busy. There is something I need to get to the bottom of, a mystery if you will.”

“How interesting, but you are not a detective, are you?” He hums, tapping his gloved finger against his cheek. His eyes are fixed on you, scanning over your form, trying to find any sign of what you are thinking.

“Perhaps, it is a family profession after all.” You picked up the skirt of your dress and began making your way towards the door. You spared him a glance as you pushed open the door to the hallway. “Now I suppose I’ll see you soon enough and hopefully we will be on the same side of the playing field. Goodbye, have a lovely evening, detective.”

“We will see…”

You stepped out into the long hallway, slowly making your way to the garage where your driver would be picking you up. You looked down at your phone, dialing up your driver’s number. The ringing mixed with the echoing of your heeled shoes as they clicked against the floor. You were a far enough distance away from the auction hall that you knew Ayatsuji was not following you, but something still felt off. You felt yourself grow more tense as you walked along the hall, as if someone was watching you. The mixture of clicking and ringing did not help calm your nerves, only blocking out another one of your senses…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring-

You heard the line get cut at the sound of your phone getting a call. You pulled your phone away to see who was calling you, you looked down to see the contact name as none other than William Shakespeare. You hit the bright green button on the screen without hesitation, answering the call as you held it up to your ear.

“William, I have the book-“

“(Name), I need you to come to room two-three-six, the plan has changed.” You heard William’s voice speak to you, but he was not worried, not bothered, if anything he was… happy? “Things may be turning in our favor after all.”

Did he find Miss Jane already? Thoughts ran through your mind as you made your way down through the floors of the hotel. The clicking of your heels rang through the halls, everything was silent except the clicking of those heels. Soon enough you came to the door, knocking once and the door was answered not even a moment later. It was answered not a moment later by a familiar face, just not one you were expecting.

“Joan?”

Before you stood the maid who was one of the first people you met at the Society’s headquarters, only she was dressed in an outfit suited for business, a black suit and a blue plaid tie. Her long blond hair was down, not up in her usual bun that also let her blue eyes be on display. She smiled back at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped aside to allow you to come in. “It seems we have quite a bit to explain to you.”

“What do you mean- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you entered the room, turning your head to see sitting at the table of the luxury room the familiar face of William who summoned you along with-

“I apologize for setting you up, (Name).” Those words escaped those lips, soft and gentle as always. You saw sitting at the table with William, the form of Miss Jane. She was not dressed how you expected, she herself wore a black vest over a white button up, a long blue skirt, it was simple but elegant. She rested her head against her hand, a smile coming across her face. “The truth is, I never turned myself into Fitzgerald, I would never dream of it.”

You heard the sound of the person you once thought to be a maid closing the door behind you as she approached the table. William looked over at you with a smile, before a laugh escaped from his lips. “Honestly it surprised me as well, but Jane, Wells, and Leroux fooled us all.”

“Wells?” You turned to look at the woman who opened the door for you, was that Joan’s real name? Who was she really?

“Ah yes, let me properly introduce you,” Jane said, reaching out a hand over to the woman standing beside you. “This is an old friend of mine from my work in England when I was looking for capable individuals to join the Society. May I introduce to you H.G. Wells, she has been the one keeping our Society safe from the shadows this whole time along with the one who has been brewing up those  updates  on where I was for Emma and the others that led to this elaborate planning for this ball that fit into the plan I devised with Wells and Leroux.”

“But Gaston is missing, I found his blood in the room along with-“

“Not missing, he is exactly where he needs to be in this plan.” Wells cut in, coming to sit down on the couch not too far from the table, swinging her arms over the back of the couch and crossing her legs. “Leroux was kidnapped by a well-known European criminal known as Nikolai Gogol. Due to Gaston’s time working with the European Union when tracking down Fyodor Dostoevsky, he found evidence that the two had connections to one another.”

“So this all has to do with Fyodor, doesn’t it?” You asked, glancing around the room at everyone.

“Exactly, Gaston had informed me of what happened when he was asked by the Port Mafia to look into the disappearance of one of their executives who had Fyodor in their custody. We immediately knew Fyodor was planning something.” Jane nodded to your question and answered as it all was obvious. “We knew that the Port Mafia would be wanting any information they could in Fyodor after so even before all this we had all of Gaston’s observations from his work in European Union on Fyodor printed into a book and set up to be sold at an auction, that’s the same book you are holding now. We planned on dangling a carrot for the Port Mafia to desire and for Fyodor to destroy.”

You glanced down at the book you held, this was all a ploy. 

“I apologize for you having to be a pawn in all of this, but you played your role wonderfully.” Jane complemented with a smile, a giggle escaping her voice. “Now Gaston has Fyodor under constant surveillance and that  rat  has no idea, he will practically reveal everything to us and that bastard has no eyes on us because he is so focused on the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia.”

“I see, I have just a few questions…” You found yourself sitting down at the table along with the others, you felt yourself crew at your lower lip in thought. “How did you fake yourself leaving at the mansion all those months ago and how did you know that Nikolai would be here?”

“Ah, well the first answer is with Ms. Wells and her ability. She was disgusted as the driver who brought the two of us there. That envelope I gave her with the instruction to  open when the time was right  was all she needed to know what to do.” You glanced over at the woman on the couch, she was disgusted as a maid for all these months, what was stopping her from being disguised as a driver? “You see Wells’ ability is called Time Machine and allows her to manipulate time itself. So inside the envelope told her the exact time to activate her ability, when you got inside the car. She activated her ability on me, giving me 3300 seconds to go back in time myself and slip away from Fitzgerald, who was also used as a pawn in all of this. After that I returned to Europe for a few months, working with some old friends of mine in the Order of the Clocktower, but I am afraid that is trivial at the current moment.”

“I did not expect for you to be this much of a mastermind, Miss Jane.” You heard William chuckle as he crossed his legs with a closed-eyed smile. “But I suppose I should have expected that from the leader of the Society of Protection.”

“Well, I do pride myself on my understanding of the human mind, so manipulating it with both my plans and my ability is all too easy, no offense my dear (Name).” Jane apologized with a smile which you nodded to.

“None was taken, Miss Jane. After all, I have quite a lot to still learn.” You giggled along with her smile, which was true you did have so much to learn compared to the actual geniuses that hid within the Society. “But what of my second question?”

“Ah, about Nikolai, well that is thanks to your visit to Mr. Tonan with Leroux and Dr. Stevenson such a long time ago. Do you remember his assistant and the strange behavior he had?” You nodded at Jane’s question which caused her to hum. “I did not believe him at first, just a strange assistant and nothing more, at least that is what I thought at first. As you know Gaston is a composer at the Paris Opera House, a theater, he has experience with actors and the art of such so it is easy for him to tell when one is acting. He told me that he forced the attitude of a sane man to have a perfect accent, but not to one who works with actors from that part of the world every day, so detecting a fake accent was child’s play for him.”

“So Mr. Tonan’s assistant is Nikolai in disguise?” You asked, most. to yourself as you pondered the question and then it clicked. “Wait, Mr. Tonan and his assistant were invited to the ball, so Nikolai was among the guests.”

“Just as planned, they fell into our trap like rats.” Wells smiles as she speaks, running her hand through her hair. “And now we will trap them all like rats, all of them running in a maze they don’t even know.”

[white-poppie]

𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋♡𝐕𝐄 — H.Shuji x reader

Synopsis: You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x gn!author!reader Genre: YANDERE!, MAFIA! AU TW: crying, drinking, smoking, reader and Hanma both being twisted in the head, gore, Hanma being the sadist he is, hanma calls reader 'pretty' and 'doe', WC: 1.7K +

NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone’s personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

A/N: Don't worry, its SFW!

Your grip is shaky, and tender as you gulp the bitter liquid down, it burns your throat in an ambrosial haze. It's as if your brain is barren with not a seed of creativity getting planted to fertilize into a bigger idea. You breathe a sob-sigh and sniffle, downing yourself in the liquid confidence.

You bury your face in your palms, and your elbows shake as you lean on the wooden counter. The music is loud and chaotic; it isn't a place for someone like you who spends most of her time, copped up in her mind, creating realms of her own as she writes.

You can't write. You can't write. You can't write. There have been no ideas, no inspirations, no random snippets of intense plotting and character-building...what will you do?

The neon lights dance on the yellowish-coloured tonic in your glass.

You hear the seat beside you being dragged. Your eyes fall towards the source of the sound, eyes meeting slender veiny hands, bejewelled with tattoos on their backs. A thick vein runs down his right hand to his elbow.

Your eyes gently trail upwards. His black long-sleeved turtleneck is rolled up to his elbows, his highlighted hair is neatly combed to one side, and then you look up at his long, chiselled face, sharp nose and dragon eyes...you realise he is already gazing at you with his lips turned into a soft smirk. You feel a sudden heat suffusing your cheeks. You try to avert your gaze, but his eyes have already captured yours and neither of you seem willing to let go. He continues to look into your eyes, and you feel yourself slipping away. You can savour the intensity of the moment, and it's almost electric. He tilts his head and asks, "What's a pretty angel like you doing crying in a place like this ?"

You breathe sharply and look away, averting your gaze from the handsome stranger, "just...going through things." You say.

He looks at you and nods, but he clearly isn't used to taking no for an answer. "Why spend your youth wallowing on the side, when you..." He raises his glass and points at the group of people huddled on the dance floor, "could be enjoying it on the stage instead."

You look at him in wonder...stage. William Shakespeare used it before: "The world is a stage and all men and women are players."

You blink and answer, "Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" You say softly, steering your eyes from the dance floor, back to him.

His eyebrows raised in delight at your words. He was used to people being scared of his appearance, his stature, his voice and tattoos. He just screamed 'danger' wherever he was. People talked to him for only a few reasons: for money, for partnership, for mercy or for him to warm their bed in such a way that he would ruin any other partners for them.

"Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" he says excitedly, "--when you can control the play from the sidelines." He says, adding his own twisted ideology to your personality-introducing a statement to him. It wasn't what you meant, but you didn't correct him. "You are an interesting one, you know?" he says and fetches a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, "you are one of the only people I've met who can keep a conversation dynamic." He grins with a wicked smirk, and you swear your heart hammers for him in a way that it has for no one.

"I didn't catch your name," you say softly.

"Hanma Shuji," he says with a proud smirk, "what's your name, pretty?" He asks.

"Y/N L/N," you say and ask again, curious about the man in front of you. You are never one for small talk, but there is just something so magnetic about him that you have to ask, "What do you do for a living, Hanma-san?"

"Just Hanma is okay," he corrects and sighs, a mischievous grin on his face, "I am a mob boss, have a big gang wrapped around my finger like fools." He studies your expression, "Did I scare ya? It's okay if you wanna leave, not gonna hold it against you or send my 'scary men' after you." He says exaggeratedly.

You blink blankly at him, studying his face. “I had my suspicions…got that vibe from you.” You say and pause, “But for some reason I am not scared.”

Hanma dissects your reply, drawing closer to you as he says quietly, his words heavy and menacing but like a siren's song, “You should be.”

“I should be,” you nod your head softly, “but I am not…"

Hanma studies your face with an unmoving stare. His breath trickles down your face, a gentle blend of cigarettes and mint. He looks at you as if he is remembering the exact proportions of your face.

"You intrigue me," he says and chuckles, "you still haven't told me why you were crying in a bar." He says and softly wipes the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. For some reason, you don't feel revolted by this stranger's touch.

You shake your head and reply, "A writer loses all sense of the world when their mind is barren of inspiration. I was just looking for a push, I guess. But I was only met with a bottle of whiskey and more questions than answers. I can't help but feel like I'm in a never-ending cycle, blindly searching for an answer that I may never find. I'm stuck in my own head, unable to break free. I can't seem to find my way out. "

As Hanma hums, "So you're a writer, huh? Should have known by how eloquent you are." He's silent for a minute and then says, "Never was a book guy, sitting in one place just reading... it's too monotonous for an adrenaline junkie like me. In my teen years, I loved those twisted romances and thriller mangas." He chuckles in a way that makes you shiver.

You raise your eyebrow at him, "Dark romances, huh? Did they inspire you into becoming a mob boss?"

Hanma hisses with a faint smile on his face. "Not so loud, sweetheart." You chuckle and apologize.

"What do mob bosses do?" you ask curiously.

He crosses his arms and leans back. "What don't we do?" he replies. "Money laundering, smuggling, extortion, you know, the usual." He smiles, and you can see a hint of mischief in his eyes.

You can't help but smile at how nonchalant he is about it. You sense a darkish longing from both ends, like two poles of the magnet so close, just waiting for the right distance to be pulled close. It's like a course of warm ideas is injected into your brain. You can't help but feel drawn to him like he's the natural ending to your story.

It is interrupted by Hanma receiving a call. He picks up the phone and his expression immediately darkens. "I'll be there." He says and cuts the call and looks at you with longing and apology. He stands up, takes a deep breath and says, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I'll keep an eye on you." He takes one last look at you before turning to leave.

"I found my muse..." you mutter to yourself as you see him leave.

[1 year later]

And he meant that. He meant when he said 'I'll keep an eye on you.' He was a mob boss, so it was easy for him to find your whereabouts and know everything about you. It almost seemed like he didn't want to hide his presence from you. However, you for some odd reason didn't mind this man spying on your life; it made you excited.

By this time you had completely researched his life, persona, crimes, and remembered them like a textbook. Multiple articles of his gang's works were pasted on your apartment walls along with letters in front of your apartment. These letters had no sender or address, but the cologne smell was him. You pinned the letters to your walls, sighing and reading them multiple times a day, knowing he was watching you all the time.

You smiled softly, signing your book 'Ghastly Love' in the author convention. Having been acclaimed as one of the bestselling dark romances on booktok and bookstagram, you were elated to have met Hanma Shuji that night...the man who inspired you to write a book. You had never met him for a year. However, you felt his presence, his gaze and the imaginary version of him you created in your head.

Another happy fan comes and you sign the book for them. Multiple people praise your writing, but it feels so empty. The convention ends and everyone leaves. Everyone is wrapping up when one last fan comes.

I'm sorry I can't do anything. My train got late." He says, drawing your attention as the security guards push him away and all the other writers stare at him.

"Come on I just want Y/N L/N's sign. I've travelled far for this, I'll leave in 5 minutes." He says and you chuckle.

"Let him in," you say and smile, impressed by this fan's dedication. He walks confidently towards you

You look up and smile at another person, he is taller than the rest, your hands are ready to sign the book when you spot the familiar tattoo on his hand...Hanma.

A shocked gasp escapes your throat as you look up at him, your eyes watering. He lowers his mask and smirks. "Hey doe." He says, calling you the name your ML called your FL in the novel. "You've become quite famous over the past few months, yeah? But let me tell you, the guy you wrote about in your novel is nothing. This right here, in front of you is the real deal." He smirks.

You sob and hug him tightly. You had him now...and you wouldn't let him go. He was your muse, after all. Suddenly, he pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes. He whispers, "So freaking proud of ya'." He says and kisses you.

'Dedicated to the handsome stranger I found in the bar that night. Thank you for being my muse; I highly anticipate meeting you again, and this time I won't let you go."

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[dear-yandere]

event prompt 2 + william shakespeare.

--For @weburythesunlight22--

Please excuse my terrible Shakespearean.

Art belongs to the lovely @alva-radio!

“All the quaint stars shine for thee, mine love.” His voice was sultry and soulful against your hot skin, tone far deeper than anything you’d heard from him before. His breath hit your skin in warm waves, serving as a painful reminder that this wasn’t a dream -- he was real, the thick shackles on your wrists and ankles were real, this was real.

Hot tears fell from your cheek to his, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. He stopped his ministrations, delicate lips twisting from light smile to a deep frown. Warm fingers brushed over the wet trail on your cheek so delicately you realized he thought of you as a doll -- so fragile, so vulnerable.

“Wherefore art thee crying? Doth thee not concur?” His voice was low with concern and hurt.

“P-please take these off.” You fumbled with the thick restraints binding your wrists, but they were no ordinary handcuffs. The wrought iron clung to your skin only barely tight enough to not restrict your blood flow. The length of the cuffs themselves were almost theatrically long in nature, resembling shackles you’d see an actor wear in a play.

The thought of being his unwilling actress made you sick to your stomach. Yet, the fires of love still burned no matter what he’s done to you, what he will do to you.

Perhaps you were just as crazy as him.

“But they art a symbol of mine love for thee.” His bottom lip trembled at the thought of not being bound to you, of not having you always within reach. “Doth thee not like it?”

You fumbled over your words. The way he pleaded you with those mismatched eyes was beyond disconcerting, easily sapping your confidence with a mere look.

“I... I appreciate it, my love, but I’m not g-going anywhere. Please, there is no need for them...”

You hoped he didn’t hear the lie in your words, but he seemed far more enthralled with running his fingers over the metal handcuffs and your hands, the coldness a stark contrast to your blissfully warm skin. He always loved that about you. Whereas he was as cold as the dead he often wrote about in his human life -- a lesser vampire born of unfulfilled desires -- you were still alive, still idyllically warm and meek.

He simply wanted to protect that fragile humanity. It hurt that you couldn’t seem to understand that.

“Marry, thou art wrong. I love thee with so much of mine heart that none is left to protest.” He managed a guileless smile that unknowingly sent your heart into conflict. Bringing one bound hand upward, his curled lips delicately pressed against your skin in an ardent and chaste kiss. “Heareth mine own soul speak: the very instant I saw thee didst mine own heart fly to thy service. I understandeth anon, I exist to protect thee.”

His words made your heart flutter -- never had someone loved you so wholly, so fervently and reverently that it made your soul sing. There was no deceit in his words, the slight sheen of his teary eyes was proof enough.

“But...” you started, protests nearly dying on your lips. “Is this really l-love? Where I’m from, we don’t shackle our lovers.” You turned your hand around, allowing your fingers to tenderly caress his jawline and reddened cheeks. He seemed to relax against your touch, but a tense darkness still lingered in his eyes.

He hummed in thoughtful contentment and needily rubbed his cheek against your warm touch like a frightened rabbit. Your heart pounded against your rib cage with both love and fearfulness.

“But is love truly such a tender thing?” 

He broke the weighty silence, voice bereft and distraught with reflection. “I hadst lived far longer. Love is too rough, too malapert, too boisterous...”, he briefly trailed off. Your stomach did flips as he took each finger between his slightly cold lips, laying gentle, individual kisses upon each one, before continuing. “And it pricks like thorn, I hath learned. But I shall happily bleed for thee.”

He laid a final kiss on your lips, taking a moment to savor your warmth. You wanted to cry and beg him, now knowing that discussing your freedom was fruitless, but the look of sheer adoration in his mismatched eyes gave you pause.

“I shall never alloweth thee leaveth, mine love.”

[ophelian-darling]

hello and welcome back! it’s really nice to hear that you plan on writing again… i’m so excited (°◡°♡) this is not a request per se, i would like to hear your thoughts on our illustrious yan! don giovanna. what sort of characteristic of his darling that caught his interest? perhaps with a short interactions that goes between them?

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yes yes yes 💕 thank you so so much 🥺

TW: Obsession, Isolation.

enjoy ♡

Giorno appreciates all shapes of beauty and considers them to be a blessing: the life of small creatures, the sun and its flowers; and there was the most alluring one: love. he secretly wishes for a taste of these pink tingles and warm feelings of belonging to someone- a tie that he needed the most. 

Love has always been a complicated emotion for him. During his childhood, he wasn't able to understand how someone can dedicate their whole souls and offer their precious hearts on a platter for someone, easily and wholeheartedly. however, the strange sensation would become too familiar later on. He doesn't know how and when- but it happened. The don didn't imagine that he'd be mad about someone else. 

It didn't take less than a smile for him to fall for you. it was the comely curve of your lips, the way you spilled your words regardless of what you said: so gentle and genial, too innocent for him to comprehend. a simple word from you swelled his heart with Warmth and yearning for something he didn't have- it was love. 

The moonlight fell across your features, dazzlingly beautiful as you listened to him; the blood under your skin heating with each soft word the Adonic don lets out.

"Have you ever seen something so beautiful yet you felt like it can't be yours, darling?" he asked, green eyes glinting as he regarded you, waiting for your answer. 

You thought for a moment: surely there were lots of pretty things you couldn't have (tangible things to be exact, an answer he obviously didn't wait for) but you ended up replying with a gentle smile"Plenty of things, but I'm used to the idea that I simply can't have everything to myself. this is life, after all" 

This is life, after all. Would you have mercy on him if you knew that your smile was the thing in question? it may seem selfish: the desire to take you away from everything and everyone, hold you and never let go of you, build your own world on his dreams and wishes… However, leaving you alone wasn't the best option either. 

"The feeling of dread when you can't have it is the worst, tesoro." Strangely enough, you noticed that gray flicker in his eyes…have you hurt him in a way without realizing it?!

"I am beyond blessed to have you understanding me even in my silence, yet at the same time I'm past agonized to not having you see the pain I feel everytime I look at you and can't have you all to myself."

He faintly remembers something his mother had said. It was something about how falling in love was painfully sweet. He was a lonely child, watching his classmates of boys and girls chasing after each other while staying under a shadow. He had always thought that he's not worthy of such close connections and preferred to be alone. 

Even after overthrowing the Boss, taking over Passione and Italy as well as being blessed with the treasury of a king at such a young age, Giorno still aspires to live a maudlin experience of romance: the arrow of a first glance, the fever of a first touch and the sweetness of a kiss. None of whoever knew him -or claimed to know him- would recognize that hue of needing to love and hold onto someone; all of his ardency coffined under stoic countenance. 

Life never seemed to be so munificent and reverent till now. Not a pearl from his jewelry box, or a single diamond ornament on his fingers or hell- even the empery he owns is nothing compared to the blessing of you. It went so fast that he forgot what was exactly the spark that made him smitten: was it the glamour of your eyes? your balsamic voice? or that pure, merit heart of yours? Giorno couldn't tell, all he was able to confess was his undying love for the enchanting human he was only able to behold. 

As much as it is soothing to stare at you from afar, the lingering frustration of not getting your attention nagged at the elegant Don, so was the morbid Jealousy. Would a loving shepherd let their pristine lamb be consumed by the beasts?! no. He couldn't blame you for the eyes you lured; he was himself a bewitched lovelorn, but the way everyone had the freedom to look at you (or worse, interacting with you) was sheerly unacceptable. you had to be owned as soon as possible. 

For someone who's well versed in the art of deception and craftiness, naiveté and sincerity were highly treasured as lost traits- good traits that he wanted to see in someone -particularly a lover- who would bask in their guiltless love and clear affection as a source for warmth. and thankfully, you appeared in his life, both as a soulmate and a reminder of the still goodness in this cruel world. 

Nights were gruellingly long and cold. Even in a secured paradise of all riches and human wishes, the king found himself missing a counterpart. leading the organization was not a problem (and he wouldn't let you know about what's underneath the surface of this luxurious life, fearing that your feelings for him might shatter from the truth of his business's savagery) but the real issue was the realization that he can't bear all the weight alone. a syrupy 'Ciao Giorno!' was sweeter than any fruit or wine he could easily afford, the feeling of your lips on his was warmer than a ray of sunshine, the loving feeling of your hands was fonder than any of the softest feathers on his coats. thinking of you would escalate to writing so many folders of serenades, but there was one word that abridged your existence to him: amore. 

"How much do you love me, Amore mio?"

You grinned, widely opening your arms "this much!". 

"And how much do you love me, Gio?"

He didn't answer verbally. Cupping your cheeks mellowly, he sealed your lips with kisses, each one softer and sweller than the other. He knew your weaknesses well: the kisses and touches of his were a tasty philter you savored. 

"I can kiss you till your lips bleed"

"Please stay my innocent Amore forever"

[yandere-romanticaa]

Similarities and differences of how Kenshin and Shakespeare would treat their darlings (example: kisses, gifts, etc)? Gotta give our resident yanderes some love~ 💕💕💕

I don't really know a lot about Shakespeare, but I still think that he and Kenshin have similarities. They are both willing to chain their s/o up for their own selfish and insecure reasons. Kenshin knows just how cruel the world is, how his darling can dissapear in a heartbeat if he ever turns his back on her. He treats her like glass, too scared to touch the thing that he loves the most in this world.

As a vampire, and a rather old one at that, Shakespeare has witnessed many diffirent things. From the most wounderful joy to the saddest drama, the man has seen it all but never in his eteral life did he ever feel such extreme emotions. He and his s/o are star crossed lovers, they simply are not meant to be, and yet he still presses on. He doesn't let go, he can't let go. He feels as though his heart will be ripped out of his chest if his darling ever strays away from him. It's cruel, he's cruel, but he just cannot allow it...

As for their diffirences, I imagine that Shakespeare likes to tease and lightly torment his s/o at times. His thirst for s/o's blood is uncontrolable, unberable even. That sweet, sweet nectar that flows through his darlings veins is a drug to the writer, a drug that can't leave no matter what.

Kenshin on the other hand is terrified by the idea of hurting his s/o. He's only willing to do that only if he must. Kenshin is a man who is willing to burn the entire world to ashes, and all for his darlings safety. If he lost his s/o, Kenshin is unsure if he would be able to live with himself. The guilt would be far too great, but rest assured Kenshin won't allow anyone to hurt his darling, ever.

[justaaveragereader]

The 8 Evil Thoughts || Masterlist

Summary😈: When everyone dies they assume heaven is automatically where they will go…well this situation was not quite ideal…

Genre😈: Angst, Psychological Thriller, Possible Yandere

Pair😈: ????? x Reader

Status😈: Completed

Warnings😈: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Violence, Mind Games

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Intro: Before It Begins

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” -William Shakespeare, The Tempest.

One: Sadness

“Deep inside where nothing is fine I've lost my mind.”

Two: Greed

“Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.” -Erich Fromm

Three: Envy

“Never underestimate the power of jealousy and the power of envy to destroy. Never underestimate that.” -Oliver Stone

Four: Sloth

“You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren.” -Horace

Five: Wrath

“You must have anger, as rightful wrath is what makes you create your own ethical standards.” -Kamal Haasan

Six: Lust

“You knew who I was when I offered the apple. Yet you still took a bite. Admit it. Sin is delicious.”

Seven: Gluttony

“The gluttons dig their own graves with their teeth.” -James Howell

Eight: Pride

“It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels. -Saint Augustine

Nine: Realization

"The wolf has eyes for prey, the cow has eyes for hay. One of them's a killer, the other his buffet" - Itona Horribe.

Ten: The Fool

"Some people will pretend to care just so they can get a better seat to watch your struggle. Every helping hand isn't always there to help."

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Hello hello,

I wanted to ask for an Mc that is really confident and sarcastic but when they get close to someone they get very flustered and shy. I’d like it for Arthur Comt, Leonardo and Shakespear (if it’s not to much) thank you and I really love your writing!

Aaaaaa it makes me so happy to see that people like what I read 🥺. Like istg you guys are all so wholesome and I appreciate your support sm, between this and simping for hot people that's my only motivation to keep writing LMFAOKSNSJG.

But anyways nonny, I hope you like this!!

~Admin Hurricane

Warnings: some yandere behavior in Shakespeare's so if you're not comfortable with that click away.

Word Count: 400+

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Arthur Conan Doyle x GN!Reader, Comte de Saint Germain x GN!Reader, Leonardo da Vinci x GN!Reader, William Shakespeare x GN!Reader

Arthur Conan Doyle

If you haven’t played arthur’s route, spoiler alert this is basically it, except MC is more of a pussy. No I have no shame in saying that cause goddamn a small mini-rant here but why is every girl mc in every otome game ever a goddamn pussy, like they cant even stand up for themselves????(there are some exceptions but most games are like this smh) ANYWAYS

Arthur finds pleasure in bantering with you on a constant basis to see what buttons he can push to irritate you further. The closer he gets to you, the more he wants to see from you.

He’s pleasantly surprised to find that you get flustered really easily the more you guys interact with each other, he passes it off as the effect he has on people

He teases you for it just to see what your reactions might be and lo and behold, you don’t disappoint

Comte de Saint Germain

He’s unphased by your sarcasm, even finding it amusing through your quick and witty responses.

He hosts some of the most prominent historical figures in his mansion, so it’s only natural that he’d want to get to know his guests. He’s surprised to find you flustered by his actions, even if it’s not much.

Ever the gentleman, he won’t take advantage of your reactions but instead smiling gently as he continues in his advances, laughing softly while he spends time with you

He does find you interesting tho, making it his personal goal to ensure your comfortable stay at the mansion, even if it means that he has to be the one to send you back off through the door in a month’s time.

Leonardo da Vinci

Rotton man, he exploits you in your flustered states, teasing you further to cause you to become even more flustered as a result.

He uses a lot of offhand remarks to throw you off, smirking as he sees you fumble or struggle with what you were previously doing knowing he did that.

He finds himself drifting to the places that you frequent, taking a nap on the floor or someplace else, hoping to inconvenience find you there as well

You may play yourself off as sarcastic and blunt, but he knows that only he’s seen the other side of you.

William Shakespeare

Charming and eloquent but also a bitch(sorry not sorry), Shakespeare is fluent in his words and uses flowery language to get closer to you.

He’s a yandere so anyone who tries to get close to you that isn’t him…well uh let’s just say you won’t be seeing much more of them anymore

He isolates you from the others intrigued by how your behavior shifts around him, going from a bold and confident person to someone who stutters and struggles to form words when he smiles at you

You’ve certainly caught his interest now.

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Pairings: Yandere!William Shakespeare x reader

Words: 1,271

Warning: dark themes, yandere, slight smut.

A/N: it's just a little something that I've been thinking about so much and yeah... I'm by no means a writer or anything and this is also the first fic I've posted online, so please be easy on me. I'm not a native English speaker so notify me if there was any grammar mistakes.

You felt a cold sweat running down your back when you heard his footsteps approaching 'your room', he was humming a familiar melody, but you couldn't quite pin it down. He had a habit of humming and singing nursery rhymes to you, especially right before he tuck you to bed, but sometimes, you would hear him humming them to himself quietly. It was pretty creepy in your opinion.

There was an abrupt silence that lasted for seconds before you heard two knocks on the door followed by a gleeful call of your name. You felt sick upon hearing his voice, the voice that you can still hear even when you're all alone, when you close your eyes, in your dreams, you heard him everywhere all the time. You heard him call your name again. What the hell is he doing? You thought to yourself, your wrists were restrained and handcuffed to the bed's headboard, the door was locked and he has the keys, so what kind of sick game is he trying to play?

You tugged violently at your restrains when the door was unlocked, trying to free yourself from them to no avail. You knew too well what was about to happen and you weren't looking forward to it.

The door made a creaking sound when he opened it slowly, he peeked his head through the slit in the door and smiled when he saw you placed in the bed just like he left you last time. You could feel your heart beating so loudly in your chest, and judging by the sick, manic smile he wore on his face, he also was aware of it, of how nervous you were.

"Good evening, bunny~" he took painfully slow steps towards you, bastard was taking his sweet ass time, he seems to be enjoying how frightened you were. "This glare indeed does not suit thy face." he chuckled, bringing his fist to cover his smile.

"Go to hell!" You wanted to spit out, but you were enable to do so because of the cloth that was around your mouth, shutting you up. You continued to try to break out of your restrains, trashing around and whimpering because of the pain that was spreading through your whole arms due to your movements. He was standing beside 'your bed' now, carefully eyeing you, waiting for what he calls "your childish actions" to cease. After what seemed to be hours of you behaving like a fool, he had enough. He clicked his tongue and climbed on top of you. This is when you completely froze.

"Good girl." His voice was quite, barely audible. He patted your head, the smile he wore could easily be mistaken for a smile filled with love and affection, but no, this freak could never love anyone, he could never show affection in a normal way, his love will always appear in a disturbing fashion. All he does in the name of love is a disgrace to love, everything is the complete opposite of what lovers do.

He freed one of your wrists from the headboard and brought it to his mouth and kissed each scar that he or you caused. His kisses were sweet and careful, as though he was regretting each one, like he was apologizing for every scar there was.

The cloth around your mouth muffled your gasp when he locked one of the handcuffs around his wrist, his smile was best described as chilling, he was observing your now handcuffed wrists with a look of delight, like he was proud of what he just did.

He sat back on the middle of the bed and seated you carefully on his lap. The moment your hips came to contact with his, you jerked rather fiercely.

He was hard!

Disgusting, was the only thing you could think of now, how disgusting and shameless he was.

He yet again seated you on his lap, placing both your legs around his waist and this time securing you there. His grip on your hips was harsh, he dug his nails in your flesh as if he was warning you, one more move and you won't like the outcomes (Y/N). His eyes spoke for him, his mismatched eyes was staring at yours intensely that you cowered and shrunk in fear despite yourself. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled your scent. You felt his fangs grazing your skin and you stiffened, your breath hitching as well. He began bucking his hips into yours slowly, "______-" his voiced sounded strangled, the faintest friction on his hard clothed erection causing him to completely lose his senses.

Soon after, what started as slow and steady 'thrusts' became desperate and unrhymed ones, his grip on your hips tightened, pressing your body even closer to his.

You can feel his harsh, hot breath fanning your neck, you felt utterly disgusted and uncomfortable, and it wasn't because of him, but because you felt the familiar twist in your stomach. You pressed your free palm against his chest and tried to push him away, but you knew that all of this was in vain, you knew that you wouldn't be able to match his strength.

"Hng- ha-ah!"

He slammed into you more erratically now, chasing his release, your heart sank into your stomach at the realization that he was close. You started banging on his chest, you tried to protest, to scream at him to stop, but all that got out was pathetic muffled noises that could easily be mistaken for screams of pleasure, and him being his delusional self, you doubt that he wouldn't think that you were enjoying his little humping game.

You tried to yank on his hair, but he grabbed your wrist and brought it to his lips, you felt his fangs on your neck again and you shuddered, this was what you were afraid of, him feeding off of you like he always does when he visit you. His grip was vice, so strong that you know it was bruising you.

Suddenly, he halted his movements completely, gulping audibly and let go of your wrist. He slumped under you, his breathing was still harsh and ragged. Did he come? You questioned, watching him suspiciously as he was trying to catch his breath.

"Why is it so hard to love me?" His question took you by surprise, gone was his sing-song voice and his nonchalant personality, you blinked at him, sure he wasn't expecting an answer from you? After all you were unable, literally, to answer him. He let out a dry laugh, it sounded so pathetic and pained that you almost felt sorry for him, even though you were the victim here.

He gently unlocked the handcuff that was around his wrist and eased you down to the bed, he locked the handcuff on the headboard so that one arm was free.

"Go to sleep, _____"

He planted a chaste kiss on the crown of your head and rose up from the bed and headed to the door, his head hanging down in shame as he existed your room.

You stared dumbfounded at the door, sure Shakespeare never allowed himself release whenever he had “sex” with you, but he always fed off of you, always, draining you and leaving you exhausted, so why didn't do the same now? Why did he look so hurt and wounded? You stared at your free wrist, studying the past and the forming bruises and scars all over it. all caused by him.

Perhaps I could have loved you if you weren't a monster, Will.

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Writing Requests

Reader Insert ‘Codes’ // Masterlist // My Current Que // NSFW Alphabet Template

Hello tumblr! This is my first post on this writing blog, so you know, probably the most important if you would like me to write something.

I’ve been into anime/manga for around 15 years, and I’ve seen everything. Well, not literally everything, that would be fairly impossible. But, I’ve definitely seen the major stuff and small niche stuff!

I am going to dedicate this blog to ‘x Reader’ posts as that allows for you the most customizability (not a word don’t care, call me Shakespeare) and for me to not fret about doing specific details. I may make a separate post about all the acronyms as well so you know what they mean.

As for genres, I could do everything except for probably horror (I can do yandere though I have never written a character as such) and anything with a heavy action sequence. So basically, if you want a romance? I got that. You want something that will break your heart? I got that too. You want angst? I could deliver. Slice of Life? You betcha. Just wanna see yourself in it? I can do that. My best advice is to always ask and I will let you know! *I may be open to doing NSFW stuff as well. *I also have the right to deny it if I don’t think I can do it/I’m not comfortable with the request

Below is a list of anime/manga I am familiar with and then the characters underneath that I could do. Although for some anime, if there are not too many characters (or too many), I may just not include them at all. But I may forget some so still feel free to ask! This is by no means a comprehensive list, if you don’t see something, ask and I may have!

Most Comfortable With: Ah! My Goddess -Belldandy, Urd, Skuld, Mar, Hild, Peorth, Lind Assassination Classroom -Koro-Sensei, Nagisa, Karma, Karasuma, Gakuho Asano Attack on Titan -Levi, Erwin Black Butler -Sebastian, Ciel, William, Undertaker, Vincent, Mey-Rin, Madame Red, Grell, Finny, Bard, Soma, Lau, Snake, Ronald, Joker, Agni, Claude, Canterbury/Timber/Thompson, Pluto Black Clover -Nozel, Mereoleona, Fuegoleon, Leopold, Julius, Klaus, Yuno, Yami, Vanessa Bleach Blue Exorcist Code Geass -Lelouch, Suzaku Deadman Wonderland Death Note -Light, Mikami, Mello, Matt Death Parade -Decim, Ginti, Nona, Clavis Free! Iwatobi Swim Club -Makoto, Haru, Rin, Rei, Sosuke Fire Force Fruits Basket -Hatori, Shigure, Hatsuharu, Yuki, Kyo, Momiji, Ayame, Kisa, Ritsu Fullmetal Alchemist/Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood -Ed, Al, Scar, Lust Inuyasha -Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, Koga, Naraku, Kanna, Toga, Kagewaki Hitomi, Bankotsu Magi (Labyrinth and Kingdom of Magic) -Sinbad, Aladdin, Alibaba, Hakuryuu, Hinahoho, Kouen, Judar, Badr, Yunan, Cassim Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Mobile Suit Gundam 00 My Hero Academia -Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Eijiro Kirishima, All Might,  Aizawa, Overhaul, Dabi, Shoto Todoroki, Endeavor, (There’s so many I can’t list them all, just ask lol) Naruto -Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Kakashi, Minato, Shikamaru, Tenten, Temari, Neji, Hinata, Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Kiba, (There’s just...so many) Ouran High School Host Club -Kyoya, Mori Pokemon Sailor Moon Shugo Chara Soul Eater Time Stranger Kyoko The Devil is a Part-Timer! The Future Diary The Royal Tutor Yu-Gi-Oh!

Okay With: Classroom of the Elite Cowboy Bebop Devil May Cry Durarara!! Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet Midnight Occult Civil Servants My Roommate is a Cat Noragami Psycho-Pass Silver Spoon Yotsuba!&

Vaguely Familiar With: A Centaur’s Life Barakamon Interview with Monster Girls Izetta: The Last Witch Kill La Kill Maria the Virgin Witch Prince of Stride: Alternative Restaurant to Another World

Maybe...Possibly?: A Sister’s All You Need. Azumanga Daioh Kiss Him, Not Me No Game No Life Rosario + Vampire

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Ultimatum - Part V

Yandere! Taehyung x reader

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

With her life falling apart due to debt, she must lean on the support of a man who will reap much more than he sows.

“I’ve given them your measurements for the dress; there’s not much point in getting it fitted when we can make necessary adjustments on the day. Anyway, I want it to be a nice surprise for you.” Taehyung had (Y/N)’s head in his lap as he explained his wedding plans. She didn’t have a say in anything. It was all crafted to be his fantasy. “Only 10 days until you’re my wife. How does that make you feel?”

When she didn’t respond he let his nails dig into her face as a warning.

“I am going to be so lucky to be your wife.” Her words held no conviction but it was enough for Taehyung to hear those words. To be deluded into thinking that she loved him, that he’d broken her down to be the perfect wife she was meant to be.

“You are. Should I prove that to you right now?” His hands slid down her body, sneaking under her dress to caress her thighs. Like she had learnt four weeks ago, the idea of choice in a relationship with Taehyung was a mere illusion.

✨

Running a hand through his hair, Taehyung was proud of how he looked. It was the most important day of his life and he was almost glowing. The only downside was that he’d been separated from his (Y/N) until the ceremony. Regardless, he was prepared to wait a few more hours to have his wife in his arms.

“How are you feeling? Nervous?” Jimin was by his side. Taehyung wasn’t one to put his friends into a hierarchy of importance, but it was because of Jimin’s intervention that he’d secured his wife, and for that he couldn’t express enough gratitude.

“Why would I be?” Everything was right. This day was designed to fit his every whim, and soon he would have the girl to match.

“Pretty crazy how this all came about.” Jimin sighed, leaning against the counter. “What would you have done if she wasn’t in debt to you?”

“I’d find a way. I have yet to meet an obstacle my power can’t defeat.” His friend replied. “She was always going to be mine. That’s what told everyone when we saw her in library on the first day of school. Remember?”

“Yeah.”

✨

The scent of expensive perfume was nauseating. But (Y/N) didn’t have a say in how she was to smell, or to look for that matter. She had to appease Taehyung. But even with such looming threats over her head, (Y/N) wasn’t ready to give in yet. She still had one trick up her sleeve.

She’d appealed to Taehyung’s softer side when she asked for a new phone to replace the one he’d destroyed to ‘protect her from the loan sharks’, under the guise that she wanted to be able to speak to him at all hours of the day, even if he was in meetings or away from her for whatever reason. He was enamored enough to concede to her demands, buying her the newest model phone on the market. Of course, he knew the password, he was her lock & home screen, his number was the only one listed in her contacts, but it was a small price to pay with the power it gave her.

(Y/N) tapped in the number she’d looked up when he was away, her heart pounding. These people said that they could help someone like her leave the country and that she could start a new life away from her tormentor.

The dial tone rang out for a while. (Y/N)’s eyes were constantly on the door. If anyone entered to ask why she wasn’t in her dress she would be screwed. This was her one chance, to get away or else face prison or a forced marriage. 

Finally, she was connected.“Please, you have to help me. My name is (L/N) (Y/N) and I’m being blackmailed into marrying someone today. Please, I need help to get out of here!”

Silence. Then a chuckle.

“Where did you want to go, love?” (Y/N) froze when she heard that familiar smooth voice on the other end of the line. 

She immediately hung up, only to receive a call from Taehyung a few seconds later. When she didn’t answer, he tried again. And again. Over and over, until the cheesy marimba sound made (Y/N) want to rip her hair out.

She finally answered, her fingers gripping the phone so hard that it could simply shatter if she was provoked enough.

“I don’t appreciate you underestimating me, love. When I bought that phone for you, I made sure it’s only purpose was to call me.”

“I fucking hate you.” (Y/N) growled.

“No, you don’t.” A strangled cry was heard from his side of the call. One that shook the bride to her core when she recognised it to be that of her mother.

 “I think it’s about time that we see that. Prove to me how much you love me.”

“Leave them out of this.” She yelled, feeling her heart drop at the sound.

“I was going to if you’d been obedient.” Taehyung said mockingly. “You’re the one doing this to them. Can you bear to have more blood on your hands?”

“(Y/N)?” Hearing her father’s voice call out to her was the most bittersweet moment. “(Y/N), whatever he’s saying to you, don’t listen, okay? We love you, and you don’t owe him anything!”

“Shut up, pathetic bastard.” (Y/N)’s fiancé growled, a sickening crunch following.

“You’ve got twenty minutes, love.”

✨

“If you start spouting that self-sacrificial bullshit then you’ll suffer worse than your husband.” The hushed murmur of a deep voice sent chills down (Y/N)’s spine. “I’m not gong to stand for anything else disrupting (Y/N)’s submission to me.”

She crept towards the direction of the voice, her hand gripping a makeshift weapon – a pair of hair scissors.

“Is that you (Y/N)? You better come to see me right now or there’s going to be trouble.” A gunshot accompanied by a terrified woman’s scream coaxed (Y/N) into entering the dressing room, where Taehyung was seated, in his tuxedo but embellished with a certain liquid.

Her eyes widened in horror at the sight before her. Her dad had been shot in the head and left on the floor.

Her mother was still alive but a gun was being held to her head.

“I didn’t want him as my father-in-law.” Taehyung’s apathetic voice made her head snap up in a fierce glare. “But I can spare Mrs (L/N) if you’re a good girl.”

Her eyes met his, devoid of empathy.

“Drop the scissors, love.” (Y/N) instantly complied.

“Now, tell your mother about our deal.”

“Why?!” Rationality was out of the window.

“She deserves to know what her wicked daughter did, and how I rescued you.” He pushed the gun against the matriarch’s head again. “Tell her, love. I won’t ask again.”

“Mom, I killed someone. The person who I owed that debt to. Taehyung agreed to cover it up for me if I would love him and so I did. Mom, I’m so sorry…” (Y/N) broke down in tears, and her mother wanted nothing more than to wipe the tears away.

“I still love you.” And with that, a loud ‘BANG’ ended her life

.“Why?!” (Y/N) sobbed in grief. Taehyung took her into his arms, one hand still holding the gun as he pressed her crying face against his bloodied chest. “Why would you do that?”

“There’s only room for one person who loves you in this world.” With that, he let her go and stepped back, checking the barrel of his pistol.

“There’s two bullets left. We can stay here forever, or we can go back to our wedding and none of this happened.” He raised the gun to her temple. “I’ll let this choice be yours.”

It was still on his terms. He was going to have her in hell regardless of what she said.

She closed her eyes, and told him what he wanted to hear.

“I love you.”

“But yet let me lament with tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts that our stars, irreconcilable, should divide our equalness to this.” ― William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

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

Chapter Twenty One, Blood and Cards

(A/N- I apologize for the long wait and the short chapter, life has just rough lately but we’re back)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

You felt your body stiffen up as Ango approached you, your eyes glancing over at the doctor and her face had an “I’m sorry” expression written all over it. You internally rolled your eyes, you suppose it could not be helped. Dr. Stevenson put on her best smile and gestured to you. “Ango Sakaguchi, this is Miss (Name). She is one of my friends here from Yokohama.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Name).” Ango said, his tone dead as he extended his hand to you. You almost shook it but then your memory snapped back to William’s words…

“From what I hear you two have the same if not similar abilities”

If he touched you he could know your plans and previous conversations, so you settled on folding your hands in front of you and bowing your head. “It’s nice to meet you as well.”

You heard a hum from the government agent as he tucked his hand that he held out to you into his pocket, his eyes narrowed at you. You could could feel your palms grow sweaty under the gloves. There was a silent tension between the two of you as you figured out what he was trying to do and him figuring out that you know. This silence was broken by someone calling the doctor’s name and she was dragged off somewhere else to socialize.

“So what do you do?” You asked even though you fully well knew, better to be socialize rather than be suspicious.

“I do work for the government, and you?”

“Oh I work as a florist.”

“Your employment files said that you left that job a number of months ago.”

Your stomach hit the floor, had he been researching you? The government’s knowledge on members of the society should be limited, Dr. Stevenson, Victor, and Jane Austen at most. So the chances of him knowing you were a member of the Society was low, to him you should just be a friend of the doctor’s who was invited to this party like most other people in the room… unless someone told him.

“Well, I do mostly side gigs now, weddings, and what not-“

“I suggest you stop lying before you dig yourself a deeper hole. I know you’re a member of the society.”

You kept up your innocent face and began turning away from the large crowd, taking to the sides of the room. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Ango followed beside you, his eyes doting around the ballroom to make sure no one was watching the two of you. “Dazai told me about you after the Guild incident.”

You stopped in your tracks, if you didn’t feel sick before, you sure feel sick now. This man actually knew Dazai, most likely to the point where he would have no problem sharing details about others in his life, or there was a deal made, hard to tell when it came to the suicidal detective. You glanced around the ballroom as well to make sure no one else was watching you before you grabbed Ango by his suit jacket, and dragged him into the hallway. You glared up at him before doing a double look to make sure no one was there. “What did Dazai tell you about me?”

“That is information I’m not going to give for free. You tell me first, what is the society really up to tonight.”

“Do you actually think I will tell you that?” 

“And do you think I would tell you what I-“

“Ango, I’ve been looking for you.” You couldn’t have been more relieved that when you heard the voice of William Shakespeare, who had just stepped into the hallway after you two. William smiled, looking at the two of you. “I believe a Mr. Taneda is looking for you.” 

Ango sighed and stepped away from the two of you, right before he went back inside, he looked at the two of you, the light reflecting off of his glasses. “I suggest you don’t try anything, we will know.”

You and William stood there as Ango walked back into the ballroom. Then not a moment later, William grabbed you by your sleeve and began leading you away from the ballroom. “Hey what’s going on?”

“I just lied, I needed to get you away from them.” William’s smile and all but fades as he led you to the grand stairwell in the lobby of the hotel, which was mostly empty now, seeing as many of the guests were at events. “The auction was cancelled, they found blood splattered all over the displayed.”

“Who’s was it?”

“I have a hunch because Gaston’s communications went dark about forty minutes ago, right before the blood was found.” You felt like your body went completely numb, and you must have dazed off for a moment because the next thing you know William is snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Stay with me, it’s a shock factor, but knowing Gaston he will be alright.”

“What are we going to do now? What about Miss Jane?”

“I have the room number of where they presumably are staying, I am going to go try and sneak her out. Meanwhile you are going to go investigate the scene of the auction, figure what happened, and get that lot the Port Mafia wanted.”

“Huh? how did you-“

“Know?” William cut you off and chuckled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. “I have been working in the organized crime business for quite awhile, and I’m an actor and you are not the best liar.” 

“Oh fuck you.”

“Hm, I’m married.” William handed you the map and pointed to a room on the twentieth floor of the hotel. “That’s the conference hall where the auction was supposed to be. Emma and the others is going to be distracting our law enforcement friend, but I would say you have about thirty minutes.”

“Thanks, William.” You watch as William gives you a smile before he turns to go down another hallway at the top of the stairs. “Good luck.”

William stops to look down at you and gives you a smile. “Thanks, I’ll see you on the other side of this.”

————————

You made your way up to the auction hall. You slipped in and closed the door behind you, everything was dead silent, it felt almost far to quiet. You stepped down the aisle, between all the chairs, and put to the stage where they had the items on display, but most importantly the blood. It was splatted out over the stage, so you had to tie up your skirt so none would stain the white fabric. You slipped off your glove and kneeled down to investigate it. You ran your index finger through the red substance before bringing it to your nose and taking a smell and the pungent scent of iron hit you, definitely blood. You looked over the stage and then something caught your eye. You stood up and walked over to it, looking it over before bending down and picking it up with your gloved hand. It was a playing card it seemed, though some of the diamonds on it were off.

“You’re quite far from the party.”

You jumped up at the voice behind you, tucking the card into the neckline of your dress. You turned to see the blond man with the orange sunglasses and a long tan coat and a cap covering his head, Yukito Ayatsuji. You remembered him as the detective that William had pointed out that worked with the Special Division. He had followed you.

“You followed me.”

“That I did, good to know you can see the obvious.” He bit back sarcastically, he stepped onto the stage where you were, looking down at the blood at his feet. He hummed as his eyes landed back on you. “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll ignore everything I saw in here, which adds up to very incriminating evidence just so you know, if you do something for me.”

“If I refuse.”

“Well then, I’m sure the Hunting Dogs and the Special Division would love to see all of this.”

He was blackmailing you. You just wanted to punch him to wipe off that smug look on his face, but thinking logically if ignored everything he saw in this room you could get your hands on that book the Port Mafia wanted, but then you would be in his debt…

“So? I don’t have all night.”

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Writing Requests

Hello tumblr! This is my first post on this writing blog, so you know, probably the most important if you would like me to write something.

I’ve been into anime/manga for around 15 years, and I’ve seen everything. Well, not literally everything, that would be fairly impossible. But, I’ve definitely seen the major stuff and small niche stuff!

I am going to dedicate this blog to ‘x Reader’ posts as that allows for you the most customizability (not a word don’t care, call me Shakespeare) and for me to not fret about doing specific details. I may make a separate post about all the acronyms as well so you know what they mean.

As for genres, I could do everything except for probably horror (I can do yandere though I have never written a character as such) and anything with a heavy action sequence. So basically, if you want a romance? I got that. You want something that will break your heart? I got that too. You want angst? I could deliver. Slice of Life? You betcha. Just wanna see yourself in it? I can do that. My best advice is to always ask and I will let you know! *I may be open to doing NSFW stuff as well.  *I also have the right to deny it if I don’t think I can do it/I’m not comfortable with the request

Below is a list of anime/manga I am familiar with and then the characters underneath that I could do. Although for some anime, if there are not too many characters (or too many), I may just not include them at all. But I may forget some so still feel free to ask! This is by no means a comprehensive list, if you don’t see something, ask and I may have!

Most Comfortable With: Ah! My Goddess -Belldandy, Urd, Skuld, Mar, Hild, Peorth, Lind Assassination Classroom -Koro-Sensei, Nagisa, Karma, Karasuma, Gakuho Asano Attack on Titan -Levi, Erwin Black Butler -Sebastian, Ciel, William, Undertaker, Vincent, Mey-Rin, Madame Red, Grell, Finny, Bard, Soma, Lau, Snake, Ronald, Joker, Agni, Claude, Canterbury/Timber/Thompson, Pluto Black Clover -Nozel, Mereoleona, Fuegoleon, Leopold, Julius, Klaus, Yuno, Yami, Vanessa Bleach Blue Exorcist Code Geass -Lelouch, Suzaku Deadman Wonderland Death Note -Light, Mikami, Mello, Matt Death Parade -Decim, Ginti, Nona, Clavis Free! Iwatobi Swim Club -Makoto, Haru, Rin, Rei, Sosuke Fire Force Fruits Basket -Hatori, Shigure, Hatsuharu, Yuki, Kyo, Momiji, Ayame, Kisa, Ritsu Fullmetal Alchemist/Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood  -Ed, Al, Scar, Lust Inuyasha -Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, Koga, Naraku, Kanna, Toga, Kagewaki Hitomi, Bankotsu Magi (Labyrinth and Kingdom of Magic) -Sinbad, Aladdin, Alibaba, Hakuryuu, Hinahoho, Kouen, Judar, Badr, Yunan, Cassim Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Mobile Suit Gundam 00  Naruto -Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Kakashi, Minato, Shikamaru, Tenten, Temari, Neji, Hinata, Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Kiba, (There’s just...so many) Ouran High School Host Club -Kyoya, Mori Pokemon  Sailor Moon Shugo Chara Soul Eater Time Stranger Kyoko The Devil is a Part-Timer! The Future Diary The Royal Tutor Yu-Gi-Oh!

Okay With: Classroom of the Elite Cowboy Bebop Devil May Cry Durarara!! Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet Midnight Occult Civil Servants My Roommate is a Cat Noragami Psycho-Pass Silver Spoon Yotsuba!&

Vaguely Familiar With: A Centaur’s Life Barakamon Interview with Monster Girls Izetta: The Last Witch Kill La Kill Maria the Virgin Witch Prince of Stride: Alternative Restaurant to Another World

Maybe...Possibly?: A Sister’s All You Need. Azumanga Daioh Kiss Him, Not Me No Game No Life Rosario + Vampire 

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

Chapter Seventeen

Priceless Tears

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

The days have passed since your meeting with the Port Mafia and more preparations for the charity ball have been made. You watched as the other society members made their preparations, Emma and Dr. Stevenson making appointments for the three of you for hair and makeup before the ball, many of the society members have called seamstresses and tailors to get fitted for their dresses and suits. You on the other hand haven’t had much time for fittings, you  have been trying to uncover the secrets of your father’s estate and clean up the place a bit. Most of it was unimportant now, old cases and evidence from when he worked here in Yokohama for awhile, but that itself was a question. Why Yokohama?

But now your time in the dusty old house was truly biting you in the ass, the ball was in two days and you still had no dress. So now here you are, scurrying to get your coat and gloves on and get out the door while you’re chauffeur to bring the car out front, the main entrance of the apartment building. Right as you stepped out the door you turned your head to see Gaston talking to another man in a hushed tone. The man he was talking to was handsome to say the least, porcelain like skin with the slightest hint of freckles that may be more prominent in the summertime, blond fluffy hair, neatly cut, bright blue eyes, and dressed in elegant clothes fitting that of royalty with an stunning and most likely expensive blue coat to match his eyes over it all. Was this the man Gaston had told you about the other day, the one who could combat Fyodor’s ability?

To your embarrassment you’re staring at the new man did not go unnoticed. Both Gaston and the man looked up to you, Gaston with a smile and the blond with a look of curiosity, almost child like curiosity. Gaston walked over to you, leaning over and kissing your cheek like he does with his friends, society members, as a greeting. “Ahh mon ange, pardon our seemingly secret conversation, we had just arrived from the airport.” Gaston steps aside so you can get a clear look at the new man infront of you, a gentle smile on his face. “(Name) this is Leo Tolstoy, an old friend of mine. Don’t worry he is a member of the society. He just arrived from Moscow an hour ago.”

The man now known as Leo nodded, almost gracefully, placing a hand over his heart and giving a slight bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I hope we are able to work together well.”

He voice was euphonic, gentle, and almost ethereal, but retained a strong Russian accent, it was like Fyodor but not at the same time, Fyodor’s was scheming and calculating, nothing like Leo’s voice. You nodded and smiled, automatically letting down your guard around him. “I hope we do as well, but I should say my ability isn’t suited for combat like many others here like Dr. Stevenson and William Shakespeare.”

“Not a problem at all my lady, for mine is not either despite what the name of it may say, War and Peace. It much more says to the idea that after war comes peace.” He spoke with a smile, a light laugh coming from his throat, that even sounded elegant. “I am sure with our certain circumstances you will be able to see it in action.”

You two stared at each other for a moment longer, his blue eyes almost trying to read you, seeing what you are about. Gaston’s voice then both cut you out of your thoughts, or lack of there of for you. “Now then, I am sure (Name) has things to attend to and so do we.”

“What are you two going off to?” You questioned, your voice brimming with curiosity. The two men looked at each other with looks you couldn’t quite place, concern perhaps.

“Well that’s just it, we don’t exactly know.” Gaston answered, the composer sounding unsure for once. “The Port Mafia reached out to me last night on one of my walks, by reached out I mean grabbed me and dragged me into an ally with a knife at my neck and told me this. Apparently one of their executives went dark last night, no words, nothing from him at all. This was the same one who had Fyodor caught by that bounty hunter…”

Oh no

“…Due to my history with Fyodor they asked me to look into it, and given Leo’s ability I’m bringing him along, if it’s not already too late.”

Your heart sank at Gaston’s explanation. You knew with whatever this was that it was not good news at all, you could only hope that the Society gets put in more danger from his. Leo saw the worried expression on your face and gave you a smile, setting his hand on your shoulder. “Do not worry самый дорогой, hopefully it is nothing and if it is something we have my ability.”

“We can only hope.” You replied, half whispering. Your mind was off elsewhere, back at Mukurotoride, the way Fyodor touched you, spoke to you, handled you. He may have not done anything inappropriate to you or Gaston, but it was horrifying none the less. You quickly shook that thought away, slipping your gloves on getting ready to leave out into the city streets. “I-I should go, my car is probably waiting for me. I’ll see you all later tonight… stay safe, please.”

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You set out into the city, going to the higher end of the city where you are more likely to come across a dress that would suit the occasion. You went from shop to shop, but finding nothing. You didn’t want to bother Dr. Stevenson or Emma with such a thing due to your ill planning. It felt like you were dragging your feet and going no where. You were walking back to the car after another failed attempt at a shop for looking for a dress when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. You checked it and say it was Dr. Stevenson, you answered and you heard her voice, tired from the day so far, you believed she had a meeting this morning with her official office back in Europe. “(Name)? Are you there?”

“Yes Dr. Stevenson.” You replied as you stopped to talk, leaning against the exterior of a building near the corner that led into an alleyway. “I’m just out looking for a dress for the ball, I have been so busy lately that I haven’t had a chance to go looking for one.”

You could hear a loud sigh from her on the other end of the phone. “You could have asked me or Emma for help, or even looked in Miss Jane’s closet, she would lend you anything without a second thought. Didn’t she tell you what mine is yours? She meant that fully.”

You were taken aback by her sudden comment, borrow something of Miss Jane’s? You couldn’t even ask her, she was god knows where. “W-well I didn’t think about that, what should I do now?”

“Just come back here, we’ll get you sorted out.” She replied, you could hear the clicking of heels in the background, she probably was just getting back to the apartment building now. “Have you even checked your closet first? I’m sure Miss Jane had something made for you when you first joined.”

“…N-no…” 

“(Name), what am I going to do with you?” The doctor spoke with a laugh, clearly not seriously scolding you. “Any way, I’ll have some tea made and we can figure dresses over tea and lunch.”

“Thank you, I’ll be heading back- wha- mmmh!” You were cut off by a hand being slapped over your mouth and an arm wrapping around your neck and dragging you back into the alleyway behind you. You had dropped your phone and you could hear the doctor’s panicked voice distantly over the line. 

You could barely process anything between your heart pounding in your ears and the lack of oxygen in your lungs from the hand on your mouth and the arm on your neck. You kicked and tried to bite the attacker’s hand , trying to get away, but you couldn’t, they were far stronger compared to you. In your struggle you could feel your kidnapper use their hand of their arm that was wrapped around your neck to grab the wrist of one of your flailing arms and you would feel the wrist and and a pop, you wanted to scream.

Your vision was starting to go black from the lack of oxygen, you felt your body being tossed in the back of a truck, human trafficking you could guess, it was fairly common in a port city like this. You laid there, hoping the society members would find you and mentally cursing yourself for not watching your surroundings. The last thing you could process was the light fading as your kidnapper went to close the door of the shipping truck, then the sound of yelling, silence, then light again as the door to the truck opened and a figure dressed in red approached you, and then your vision faded to nothingness.

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You awoke with a pounding in your head, it was awful. You opened your eyes to see white, your vision focused and you saw that you were in a hospital room. Your wrist felt numb and your lungs, heavy. Before your body could adjust to your new surroundings you could hear a voice from next to you. “Oh you’re awake.”

You glanced over to see a man, red military uniform that included a hat, cape, and… sword? Yes a sword. Your eyes drifted up to his face, fair skin, a smile, and white hair with red tips… the same man who saved you from the car crash a few days prior, just dressed differently. “I-It’s you… from the other day.”

Your throat felt terribly dry, you didn’t know how long you were out. You watched as the man stood up and took a water bottle from the side table and helped you drink. “The doctors say your windpipe is damaged and your left wrist was dislocated, you should be released in a few hours on the other hand.” He set the water bottle on the side table again, but not sitting down again. A sigh escaped his lips and a thin smile formed in his lips. “Funny how I ended up saving you again, only now I was on duty.”

“On duty? Who exactly are you?”

“Oh did I not introduce myself last we met?” You shook your head to his question. “Well then my name is Saigiku Jouno, I am a member of the military police unit known as the Hunting Dogs.”

Your mind raced back to the restaurant and your conversation with Emma

“There is one issue, and I wish to say this was a small problem but I’m reality this is the danger of the situation. How familiar are you with the Hunting Dogs? They’re a part of the Military Police.”

“Not much I’m afraid, but I would guess they’re not the people you want to get involved with.”

“That would be correct. They are an official special military division tasked by the government to hunt down and capture ability users with powerful dangerous abilities when they begin abusing them and using them for criminal or terrorist actions, making them one of the most powerful military units available to the government. I’ve been told by a friend of the Society’s in the government, Mr. Tonan, I trust you’re familiar, that the Society hasn’t gone unnoticed by them, especially after recent events. Both myself and Dr. Stevenson think they may show up to such a public event that the Society would be hosting.”

You could feel your heart racing in your chest, this man was a hunting dog, and you for a lack of a better word are apart of an illegal organization. Then it hit you, he could hear your heart beat and your breathing. You quickly snapped yourself out of your thoughts, trying to find something to use an excuse for your fast heartbeat, the shock of everything, yes that’s a good excuse. “Are you alright? Your heart rate and breathing have speed up after I mentioned that.”

“W-what? S-sorry, I-I’m just in shock of everything…” You made yourself pause and stutter on your words. “W-what exactly happened?”

“I see, well you were a victim of an attempted kidnapping by a human trafficking ring. I was sent out to stop them and I encountered them when I heard your muffled screams, struggled breathing, and sped up heart rate. You led me right to them, Miss (Name).” Your eyes widened in horror, you never told him your name. You watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out your phone, the same one you had dropped on the ground. “You know I would be mad at you for lying to me me but it is only a half lie you told, you are in shock of what’s happened but you know that I know that you are a member of the Society of Protection, an illegal organization.”

Your heart sank and you looked away, half expecting for him to tell you that you’re under arrest… but he didn’t. You saw the smile come across his face as he spoke, almost unfitting the situation…

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to ask a few questions…”

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reader status- injured, will not be able to use weapons such as handguns and knives

[fancyfeathers]

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

Announcement, Bonus Arc Introduction Mini Chapter

Bases on my two last polls, looks like there is going to be a bonus arc involving the Hunting Dogs. This will most likely be loosely based on Romeo & Juliet featuring the Society members of William Shakespeare, Emma Orczy, and Gaston Leroux as a very minor character.

so here we go!

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

You walked down the snowy streets of Yokohama, it has been a few months since the Mukurotoride incident. Winter has come to the city and your life has found its new normal, you would help the Society handle new jobs and what not, quite a bit of it seemed very illegal but if you had the money to cover it up what did it matter and it wasn’t like murder, you were called the Society of Protection after all. 

You were bundled up against the cold, both hands full of shopping bags for the holiday season. You were on your way to meet Emma for lunch at a rather high scale restaurant in downtown Yokohama after your shopping, something about an upcoming party she wished to chat with you about over food and wine. You reached your crosswalk and we’re lucky enough that it was your turn to go. You stepped out onto the street and suddenly you heard the screeching of tires and you turn to see a car on the road before you swerving out of control, slipped on ice, coming right at you. Your eyes widened and it felt like your body stiffened and you couldn’t move. 

“Watch out!” 

Someone called out to you and before you knew it you found your body pushed away onto the opposite sidewalk, your bags all scattered about but luckily nothing broken. Above you, the man who has pushed you away was above you, white hair with red tips, he wore a rather simple outfit, white button up, blue jacket and matching slacks. He quickly stood up before reaching down and offering you a hand to help you up. “Are you alright, miss? Judging by your heart beat and breathing that must have given you such a fright.”

You took his hand and pulled yourself up, and you could feel the muscles in his arm as he pulled you up, you must weigh nothing to him. You nodded to his question. “Definitely startled, but alive. Thank you.” You gave him a smile before going to pick up your scattered gift bags. “But how did you know my heart beat and breathing, can you hear that?”

He nodded. “I can, since I lost my vision I can, for lack of a better word, see the unseeable. For example I knew that you wouldn’t be able to move out of the way because I heard your breathing hitch when you saw the car.”

“Well that-“

“Isn’t the answer you were expecting? I figured.” He chuckled before looking back over at the car that had crashed itself into a nearby mailbox. “I should go take care of that, if you want I could escort you home after I’m done.

“No, no, it’s alright.” You smiled and shook your head. “I’m going out to lunch with my friend anyway and we live in the same building, I’ll be alright.”

“Well then, have a good day, Miss.” He turned and took a step towards the car before speaking up once more. “And do be more cautious around intersections, especially with icy roads, it would be a shame if we ended up in this situation again.”

“Well if we do, at least you’re there, guard dog.” You turned away as well and now you couldn’t see the small smile creep onto his face. If only you understood the significance of what you just said.

[fancyfeathers]

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

Society Playlist and OC songs

A/N- I actually do listen to these songs while I write

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Jane Austen Someday by the cast of Hunchback of Notredome

Dr. Stevenson 

Dandelion by Gabbie Hanna

Gaston Leroux

Music of the Night by Andrew Lloyd Webber

Alexandre Dumas

Just A Man by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Victor Hugo

In a place of Miracles by the cast of Hunchback of Notredome 

William Shakespeare 

Underground by Cody Fry

Emma Orczy

Andante, Andante by Abba 

Henrik Ibsen

Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips

Lewis Carroll

Vienna by Billy Joel, cover by Ben Platt