#chase reader

[kakuvibez]

HIIII

I really like your eah x twst works, so I wanted to do a request for Chase Redford!reader x Heartslabyul boys

yandere one shot + hcs; YANDERE HEARTSLABYUL

requested by ; anonymous/ @user / none,,

fandom(s) ; Ever After High, TWST,,

fandom master list(s): master | specific

character(s); chase redford! reader, riddle, Trey, cater, deuce, ace,,

outline; " ... "

warning(s) ; Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, manipulation, possessiveness, stalking (implied), gaslighting (implied),,

Signature Spell: SWORD - [N] possesses flawless swordsmanship and can replicate the technique of any student, but only one at a time.

"Rules are rules..."

Heartslabyul had rules-strict, unwavering, absolute rules. You followed them, not out of fear, but because it was second nature to you.

"Rules are rules," you murmured, twirling your sword between your fingers with practiced ease.

Riddle watched you carefully, crimson eyes glinting with something between admiration and obsession. A swordsman who follows orders without question... someone so precise, so disciplined... He needed you.

The air in the training yard crackled with anticipation. Ace, ever the showman, bounced on the balls of his feet, a cocky grin plastered across his face. "Alright, [N]! Let's see what you've got! Don't hold back, okay?"

Cater, hovering nervously behind him, tugged at his sleeve. "Ace, seriously, maybe you should reconsider. You know [N]'s ability, right? It's... it's kinda terrifying."

"Relax, Cater! It's just a friendly spar," Ace scoffed, dismissing his friend's concerns with a wave of his hand. He drew his sword, the metal glinting in the afternoon sun. "Besides, where's the fun if there's no challenge?"

You stood opposite him, your expression calm and collected. Your hand rested lightly on the hilt of your sword, your posture relaxed yet alert. You'd seen this coming. Ace, with his boundless ego, always had to prove himself.

"As you wish," you said, your voice even.

The match began.

It was over in ten seconds.

Your movements were a blur, a whirlwind of perfectly executed strikes and parries. You moved with a fluidity and precision that belied your usual demeanor, your body a perfect replica of a swordmaster's technique. The change was so drastic and sudden that even Cater, who knew of your unique spell, gasped.

Ace, caught off guard by your sudden ferocity, barely had time to register what was happening. Your blade danced around his, deflecting his attacks with effortless ease, before finding its mark. The cold steel of your sword pressed against his throat, the sharp edge a stark reminder of his defeat.

"Rules are rules," you repeated, your voice devoid of emotion. "You lost. Average at most..."

You sheathed your sword, the metallic click echoing in the stunned silence. Ace stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief. He blinked, trying to process what had just happened.

Then, something strange happened.

A flush crept up his neck, spreading across his cheeks. His heart pounded in his chest, and a strange heat radiated through his body. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a mixture of fear and something else, something he couldn't quite name.

He liked it.

The feeling of the cold steel against his throat, the absolute certainty of his defeat, the way your voice had sounded so detached and clinical - it was exhilarating. He'd never felt anything like it before.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "Wow," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "That was... intense."

Cater, still pale, rushed forward. "Ace! Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Ace blinked, his gaze shifting to Cater. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, his voice a little shaky. He looked back at you, a strange glint in his eyes. "Actually, I'm more than fine."

He grinned, a new, slightly unnerving edge to his smile. "[N], you're... you're really something else. How about we try that again sometime? Maybe... maybe a little slower this time?"

Cater stared at him, his mouth agape. "Ace, are you serious? You just got your butt handed to you!"

"Yeah, but it was... educational," Ace said, his grin widening. He reached up, touching the spot where your blade had been. "Really educational."

You observed him, your expression unreadable. You had noticed the change in his demeanor, the subtle shift in his energy. You didn't understand it, but you recognized the undercurrent of something new, something... different.

"If you wish," you said, turning away. "But next time, I won't be as lenient."

Ace watched you go, his eyes following your every move. He licked his lips, a strange excitement bubbling within him. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy losing to you, again and again.

Riddle Rosehearts: "You are the epitome of discipline. Your swordsmanship is unparalleled. It is only right that you stand beside me, [N] Chase. After all, rules are rules."

Ace Trappola: "I love your cold eyes! Your voice ugh the way you move your sword! I wish you can crush me again!"

Deuce Spade: "I respect your skill, [N/N]... but sometimes I wonder if you ever let yourself relax."

Cater Diamond: "Man, you're like a knight straight out of a fairy tale. If only you'd smile more, y'know?"

Trey Clover: "You follow the rules so well... maybe a little too well. That's why Riddle likes you so much."

Each of them has their own way of showing affection, but they all agree on one thing: You belong in Heartslabyul.

They despise anyone who tries to take you away, and since you wield a sword, they take extra precautions to keep you in check.

Your discipline and swordsmanship impress him. A knight with unwavering precision? You fit perfectly in his vision of a structured, rule-abiding Heartslabyul.

Riddle insists on supervising your training. He memorizes your schedule and ensures you only duel approved opponents.

If you challenge his authority? A swift collar will remind you who's in charge.

"You will follow the rules. No exceptions. I won't allow you to leave-Heartslabyul is where you belong."

At first, Ace is playful about it-teasing you about your swordsmanship, calling you "Heartslabyul's little knight." But deep down, he hates when your attention shifts to anyone else.

He goads you into sparring matches just to keep you focused on him. If he loses? He shrugs it off with a grin, but his eyes darken. He'll make sure no one else gets close enough to see that side of you.

"C'mon, don't be like that~ Why fight someone else when you have me? What, you think those losers are better?"

Deuce respects your skills deeply, almost to the point of worship. He sees you as an untouchable warrior, someone he must protect at all costs.

If anyone tries to challenge you, he steps in, fists clenched. "You don't deserve to fight them," he growls. "I'll handle it."

His devotion becomes suffocating-he'd rather shield you than let you use your sword. If he could, he'd break your weapon to keep you safe.

"You're too important to risk getting hurt. Let me fight for you."

Cater is obsessed with the aesthetic of your swordsmanship. He takes countless pictures, praising your every move like a fanboy.

But behind the smiles, there's paranoia-what if you leave? What if someone else captures your attention?

"Hashtag #MyKnight! You wouldn't dream of leaving your biggest fan, right?"

Trey is subtle in his possessiveness. He acts like the responsible older brother, always watching, always making sure you never stray too far.

If you start questioning things, he's quick to redirect you-gently, but firmly. "You're overthinking it. We just want what's best for you."

He won't force you to stay, but he'll make sure you feel obligated to.

The garden was silent, save for the clashing of steel. The moonlight glinted off your blade as you moved with practiced precision, deflecting Riddle's strikes effortlessly.

"Enough!" Riddle's voice rang sharp, his breath labored. His crimson eyes burned as he pointed his wand at you. "You're getting too reckless."

You scoffed, lowering your sword. "I was just practicing."

"You should only be training within Heartslabyul." Riddle's grip tightened. "What if someone outside challenged you? Tried to take you from us?"

Ace leaned lazily against a tree, grinning. "He's got a point, y'know~ Why waste your talent on others?"

Deuce clenched his fists, stepping forward. "If someone does challenge you, let me handle it. You don't need to fight for yourself."

Cater pouted, snapping a photo. "Yeah, like, what if you get hurt? Not a good look for our knight, don'tcha think?"

Trey smiled, but there was something unreadable in his expression. "We just want you safe. You trust us, don't you?"

To Heartslabyul, you were the perfect follower of their dorm's laws. To Riddle, you were something much more. A knight, a loyal subject, and maybe... just maybe... something he was willing to break the rules for.

Your grip on your sword tightened.

Heartslabyul wasn't letting you go.

Not now.

Not ever.

[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

[vigiluv]

Help, i have a chronic obsession with nerdy and weird mfs

[lanae111]

The only reason I haven’t slept with this man Is because he’s playing hard to get.

(He’s fictional btw)

[aphroditeinthesea]

me when im reading a fic and see my reflection on the screen

[kaprisvn]

Last Names

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"KAPRI YOU CAN'T POST THE AFTER STORY FOR CHASING STARS YOU HAVEN'T EVEN POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTERS YET!!!"

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This comic is kinda shitty but you get the point XD

Bonus clothed CS Moon!

[syoddeye]

thinking of soap going trail running. shirtless, sweating. he's wearing a running belt or maybe a vest loaded with water and snacks. a little clip-on speaker. blasting something fast and loud, with a high bpm and energy. maybe he's whistling along. humming. his pace is a steady and relatively smooth jog despite the terrain. he's trying to beat his pr.

and then there's you, some yards ahead, running for your life and barefoot, after this weirdo chased you out of your camp.

[earthtomia]

fic recs!

(all fics are x reader; specific characters below the cut)

╰┈➤ all time favourites! <3

╰┈➤ smut recs! 18+ ONLY

please respect the writers and do not interact with any content marked 18+ if you are a minor, thank you!

challengers (2024):

➸ art donaldson

➸ patrick zweig

criminal minds:

➸ aaron hotchner

➸ spencer reid

house md:

➸ gregory house

➸ james wilson

➸ robert chase

marauders:

➸ james potter

➸ remus lupin

➸ sirius black

marvel:

➸ bucky barnes

➸ matt murdock

➸ mcu!peter parker

➸ robert “bob” reynolds

➸ tasm!peter parker

star wars:

➸ din djarin

➸ han solo

➸ obi-wan kenobi

stranger things:

➸ eddie munson

➸ jonathan byers

➸ robin buckley

➸ steve harrington

supernatural:

➸ dean winchester

➸ sam winchester

the bear:

➸ carmen berzatto

➸ richie jerimovich

the pitt:

➸ frank langdon

➸ jack abbot

➸ michael “robby” robinavitch

➸ samira mohan

➸ trinity santos

miscellaneous characters:

➸ fox mulder (the x files)

➸ joel miller (the last of us)

retired characters:

(no new fic recs will be added for these characters!)

➸ indiana jones

➸ lip gallagher (shameless)

➸ rafe cameron (outer banks)

➸ thomas shelby (peaky blinders)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

➤Dating Text Messages with the House MD Boys + Thirteen

[hexcii]

Crossover moment… part two!!

Guys go read Chasing Stars by @kaprisvn RIGHT NOW ITS SO GOOD AND AMAZING AND I LOVE IT AND— GAHHH I’m so excited for the future chapters <3333

Pushing our AUs together, they are all friends now <33

Hi Kapri I love you /p

[arrowurboat]

when my favorite writers respond to my asks/reqs

[tiramissyoucake]

Escape attempt gone wrong (not clickbait)(my husband gets pissed?!?!)

Viltrumite Mark x fem reader, forced marriage, the whole shabang, I know nothing about Viltrum♡ word vomitted, lame fade to black scene because idk how to end this

You see a few ships zip by your windows on some days, you know they don't need ships, so a lot of them were dormant in landing zones.

"What're you thinking about?" Your husband's hands snaked onto your shoulders as his voice reached your ear, a small smile on his face.

"... nothing, I'm just wondering why you have ships since Viltrumites can fly." You noted, Mark hummed. "... honestly? I can't tell you either, maybe it's for longer journeys or cargo." He kissed your cheek gently. "Why? Planning to take one on a joy ride?"

The idea was tempting. "Don't be ridiculous," you scoffed. "I can't fly those."

Later that night, a formal meeting between a few powerful Viltrumites you didn't care about busied Mark and a majority of your guards have turned in for the night, you were left to your own devices in a big bedroom stockpiled with gifts from every corner of the galaxy.

You tossed and turned, sleeping early didn't help. You were restless, you've been restless since you've been demanded to remain in one building and one building only. It infuriated you, your supposed husband most likely saw you as a reward for decimating a planet and not a living being with autonomy.

You sat up, glancing aside to the empty space next to you. He had some nerve, locking you up then leaving to play emperor like this, anywhere else in the galaxy would be better now.

... 'anywhere else' wasn't impossible.

. . .

"You need to mind your manners," Nolan scolded as Mark left the room the 'conference' was held in. "I know you're doing a good job in power, but that doesn't mean you can disrespect your seniors."

"I don't respect those who don't respect me." Mark spoke, his tone grated through gritted teeth. "All I want to do is get this stupid cape off me and see my wife."

Nolan restrained an eye roll, the human pet. "You're too attached to that human, what do you see in her anyway?"

"Everything. She's kind, interesting, she sees me beyond my strength, it's like..." he let out a sigh, holding back a shiver from showing, the sigh almost sounded lovesick. "It's like she sees right through me to my core, sees me for who I am, not what I am."

Gag. His father ignored the romance ramble. "You'll learn to see her as a tool for the good of the empire."

Mark rolled his eyes, parting ways at a hallway. "I'm going to bed, I neglected her enough." He didn't wait for a 'goodnight' or any last comments from his father as he left.

The grand doors to the bedroom creaked open, nothing changed. Your body under the sheets, gifts untouched and floors clean, he let out a sigh of relief as he threw aside the cape, loosening the collar of his clothes. "Are you awake?" His voice was soft compared to the usual commanding tone. "I missed you, dear.."

He came to his side of the bed. "I've been waiting to—"

Pillows. Not your peaceful sleeping figure. A stack of pillows. Confusion flooded his head as he got up.

"... oh, oh! Haha! very funny, love." He looked around. "You can come out now!" He waited for a beat, eyes glancing around for any movement.

None, nothing, not even a shuffle. Panic tingled at his fingertips, as he tugged the sheets off the bed, rapidly looking under the bed his eyes darted around the room. His heart raced, looking in any and every compartment that you could possibly squeeze into.

The room grew into a mess but he couldn't care less, sweat coated his forehead from the frenzy of pure panic. "You're not here." He finally admitted to himself, his heart pounding.

Silently cursing the meeting in his head, he sped off to collect whoever he can from guards or staff to form a search party, you couldn't have gone far. Humans were weak, vulnerable, he'll find you. He'll find you. He'll find you.

. . .

You held the cloak you found in the back of the closet close to your chest, you didn't know if Viltrumites recognised you but you wouldn't risk it, but your feet hurt as you ran through the unfamiliar structures.

The hallways were empty, the doors were loose. It was a miracle. You got a chance to leave this nightmare of a marriage, you had no clear idea on where you'd be headed, but you heard stories of galaxy nomads and travellers making ends meet and surviving! You're a smart person, you've got common sense. How hard could it be..?

The landing zone. You just needed to get to the landing zone.

A gasp escaped you, you heard a few barks of commands. "Spread out! She couldn't have gone far!"

You needed to get to that landing zone.

Keep low, keep hidden. You repeated that in your head as you ran, you thought you'd never get there or that you may have gotten lost, then the landing zone came into view, you saw a few ships and suddenly, hope seemed within your reach.

The search party seemed too focused on the buildings and structures, you thanked whatever architect decided to put that place outside of populated areas, the shouting dwindled, turning more distant as you got closer.

You tossed the hood off seeing a few Viltrumites guarding a gate, spotting you as you closed in, they grew confused. "Your imperial majesty? What happ—"

"Open the gates!!" For the first time, you commanded them. "Open them, now!!"

They had no choice but to listen, the gates opened and your heart almost pounded out of your chest. The ships lined up and their states were clear, maintenence, maintenence, offline, maintenence, offline, reserved, offline, reserved.

Finally, 'Ready'.

You could hear the shouting return, but you didn't care, the ship took you in so easily and you could see a new life for yourself outside of this miserable planet, now you just need to learn how to get the controls to listen to you.

It was quiet inside the ship, save for the rapid button clicking and switch flicking from you, everything was coming to life in the ship's mechanics, you held onto the yoke of the ship as you saw the landscape shift, it would levitate off the ground soon.

. . .

He saw it in the distance, hovering high over the empire he saw a ship start to levitate, he knew about every ship, item and living being that entered and left Viltrum.

"No. No. Nononono." His body moved, launching him to the landing zone area with his fists clenched ready to tear through metal.

Mark mumbled to himself as he closed the distance quickly, angered at your audacity to try to escape him.

. . .

Freedom was on the horizon, you were out of here, out of this nightmare. Your hands readjusted repeatedly on the yolk as the ship moved.

A booming sound caused you to whip your head to the back of the ship, your heart dropped seeing an indent in the metal.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" You never heard Mark's voice reach that level of volume, the pounding continued. "COME OUT!"

You stood your ground, even as the fear of what he might do if he gets you caused your hands to tremble and your heart to race quickly, you repeatedly tapped a few buttons, didn't this stupid ship have thrusters or whatever?!

An alarm blared, one meant to let a pilot know the ship wouldn't listen, you had a feeling it had to do with more rumbling from below, curse his monstrous strength, you heard a piercing noise, followed by a grating, screeching noise. He was peeling the metal with his bare hands.

"You'd rather DIE in the cold of the galaxy? You despise me to THAT extent?!" He screeched at the top of his lungs, the ship sparking after he destroyed its engine from the outside and it's structure being torn apart.

Your hands rapidly tried to find any button that could reverse or override the damage. "Please," you mumbled as if the ship could hear you. "Please work, please! I can't stay here..!"

"(NAME)!! TURN THIS SHIP OFF!! NOW!!"

His yelling scared you, you gripped a lever and before you knew it, a flury of sparks flew from the control panel, so powerful it almost knocked you out, but the ship being pummeled back to the ground beat the sparks to it, the tilt of the ship causing you to fall out the pilot's chair and hit your head on the way down to the ship's floor.

Your head hurts, your heart hurts, are you going to die on this ship? You didn't want to succumb to the pounding in your head, you were scared you'd wake up chained or worse. A burning sensation collected at the point of impact on your head.

The ship was useless now, Mark made sure of it, the engine being destroyed in an instant, tugging the metal back until there was enough of an opening for him to slip through, he bent his head down to enter the ship. its lights flickering off, he looked up with a piercing glare, a scowl on his lips and eyebrows furrowed, his knuckles were reddened from the sheer force of his strikes against the metal.

It was quiet for a moment as he watched the consciousness slip away from you, his footsteps that approached you quiet compared to the powerful banging of his fists from seconds ago.

"You've got some nerve." He started, a look of anger, sadness, frustration and heartbreak in his eyes. "You think it's that easy, don't you?"

Black spots formed in your vision, your expression was one he couldn't dissect, it pissed him off more, and he knew he'd still take care of that bump on your head after bringing you back home.

It doesn't matter, he'd indulge in his win for now and seethe about the insolence after. And right when he thought you were becoming more obedient too.

"I'm not letting you go." Mark stated to make the situation clear to your fuzzy state of mind, "Not now. Not ever. I'll make sure of it."

[lovely-foxes-exe]

[nobitchs-world]

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

[lanae111]

When he’s a red flag but you need him