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[thevanillerose]

BEAR | YANDERE!BERTHOLDT x READER | ATTACK ON TITAN

Cuddly. Fluffy.

He never got grouchy. He was your big friendly teddy bear, and you were his darling. “Ah! [Y/N], you're not cold are you?” Another chilly night atop the wall, though you could bear it. But when Bertholdt came over with the offer of a warm blanket to wrap around yourself, you couldn't resist. Taking his offer gratefully, you smiled up at him with a blush. Bertholdt wrapped you in the soft material like you were a croissant, and stood behind you so you'd get some warmth from his own body too. He was still shy about these things even though you had been dating for two months now, but his arms boldly wrapped around you and pulled you back against his long torso snugly. You wouldn't necessarily call yourself short, but Bertholdt easily towered over just about anyone with his impressive 6'4” frame. Funny, it was a wonder the Colossal Titan didn't consider him competition. “...I'm so glad we can be together like this, even when times are so tough.” you smiled all the more, resting back in his gentle hold. When you were with him like this you always felt so safe and protected, like nothing could touch you. Bertholdt held you a little tighter and nodded. “Me too...I...I love you so much...” Vermilion danced on your skin and you closed your eyes serenely. The night watch wasn't so bad when you had one another like this. Bertholdt had never felt happier than he did right now. There was a time in his life when he had felt so lost. Like he would never change, like he would never get over what happened to Marcel. Like he would never be able to surpass that side of himself that he hated so much. Forever destined to pretend. Yet your genuine love for him had changed things. It had made that tender facade of his a reality. Now all he wanted to do was care for you, hold you softly in his clutch and stroke you, speak sweet words that would bring that familiar blush upon your pretty face. Truly.

…

“Y'know Bert, you're one lucky guy.” The giant shot Reiner a sheepish glance, rubbing the side of his neck. “Oh?” “You know what I'm talking about.” Reiner winked and nudged his side as they walked together down into the cellar, checking on supplies for the night. Always good to make sure nobody had snuck in and stolen anything...it could make the difference between life or death when it came time for a mission. “Or should I say, who I'm talking about-” “Alright Reiner, I get it.” Bertholdt shrugged away from him, but his best friend could tell he was crimson. Reiner let out a hearty laugh when he noticed. “Hahaha! Ah, you'll never change. That's okay though, it's not like I want you to.” He scanned the canisters and spare blades on the racks, noting that nothing was out of place in the torchlight. “You really are blessed though. I mean it's not like Krista and I don't get along well, it's just that sometimes I feel like she has better chemistry with Ymir...” Bertholdt had been busy looking through his corner of the room but he tensed up and looked around when Reiner mentioned it. “What...made you bring that up?” Reiner shrugged and turned to him in the amber glow. “I dunno, I guess what I'm saying is that you're lucky to have someone so faithful to you. That's all.” There it was. A tiny twitch, not noticeable even to someone who knew him so well, thanks to the dim light in the room. “That's...ahaha-” Bertholdt laughed stiffly and closed his eyes, sweating a tad and touching his neck again, “-O-of course she is! [Y/N] would never cheat on me or anything like that...” “Yeah I know, that's why I'm saying it. Relax Bert-” Reiner pet his shoulder on the way past as he headed for the stairs again. “Come on, it all looks good. Let's get to bed, I'm exhausted...” Yet while Reiner had so easily moved the topic onwards, Bertholdt was still lingering in ten seconds ago. Maybe it was silly of him but...he kept thinking about it. Borderline...obsessing about it. Even when they went to bed he stayed awake, laying on his side with his nails in his mouth, thinking of all the boys you knew and the relationships you had with each of them. There was him, your boyfriend, of course. Then there was Reiner, who had become your friend because of that. You were close with Eren and Connie but it was clear to see they were purely pals and nothing more. There were so many others though...and not everyone was so easy to read. Hell, could he rule out the girls? Maybe you were secretly crushing on Ymir like Krista was... A little bile rose in his throat at the thought of you ever cheating on him, ever abandoning him for someone else. It happened with other couples all the time, but surely not with you two, right? Right. He had to believe that. Otherwise he'd never get a wink of sleep again...

…

Bertholdt did his best to convince himself. To believe it, to buy into it. She will never cheat on me. See? Simple. “Hey Bertholdt, you're out of it today.” Jean's hand slapped down on his shoulder (though he had to stretch and pretend it wasn't a strain), and Bertholdt spun around to face him with a jolt. “O-oh! Jean...” “Uh, yeah.” Jean scoffed before sighing and scanning the other corps members who were so busily setting up for more pre-mission training. He'd been tasked with putting together a mock Titan cut-out but it was heavy work. “Mind helping me with this?” Bertholdt didn't of course, never one to really refuse. He helped Jean prop it up, hoisting all the pieces into place. It was simple work, and didn't require too much focus. Maybe that was why his mind started to drift dangerously again. There were a lot of people helping out here, including you. He could see you across the way with Armin and Sasha. Two more he didn't suspect...and yet...maybe he did? You seemed so close with everyone...so if something like that ever happened, it really could be anyone. You may have just seemed to be friends, but hadn't your own relationship with him bloomed out of a close friendship in the first place? That was when he noticed something, while letting Jean up onto his shoulders and allowing him to put something in place. He smelled like sandalwood. It was distinctive. Okay, then it was even simpler. He wouldn't have to worry. If you were ever intimate with someone then surely he'd smell them on you? ...Dammit. Who did he think he was, Mike? No...this was going way too far. He needed to clear his head, take his mind off it all. He needed to ignore Reiner's words from before, they hadn't meant anything. He just needed to trust you. So he did. He trusted you.

...

He trusted you...maybe for a week longer. Then it came back again. This time around, with a vengeance. This time...carrying the scent of sandalwood. Everything had been going so swimmingly up until that point. You had been waiting there atop the wall for him, watching the sunset and preparing for the next lot of hours during which you'd have to stand to attention and pretend not to be too bored. “[Y/N]-” Yet it was Jean who approached you before Bertholdt could arrive, looking haughty as ever and carrying a small book in his hand. When he raised it high with a smirk your eyes widened, realizing it was your personal journal. “What!? Jean how did you get that!?” “You dropped it in the hallway this morning.” “And you didn't tell me until now because...?” “Heh-” Jean drew closer, and as he leaned over you he did something shocking. He leafed to the most recent pages and started reading in a mock feminine tone: “'Dear diary, today Bertl gave me the biggest hug in the world and I felt sooo special when he did-'” “Give it back! Jerk!” you swiped for it and he quickly spun around to block you, laughing as he carried on reading: “'Dear diary, had another nightshift today but luckily my big sweet teddy bear'- teddy bear? - 'was there with me-'” Quickly you latched onto his back and tried to pull the journal away from him, arms reaching around his front frantically as he just kept moving around to stop you. “You're such a bully!” “I'm not a bully! You can't blame me for being curious, can you?” he chuckled, but then finally stopped shifting around and turned with it. “Fine fine, here you go-” You reached out to take it, but he suddenly raised it in the air again, higher than you could reach. You jumped for it. “Jean!!” He cracked a mischievous smile. “What? You've got long legs, can't you get any higher?” Jean and you got along well enough, and you knew he was just messing around with you, but your patience was wearing thin now and you really didn't appreciate him reading your private thoughts. Stopping your futile efforts, you almost said something to scold him, when suddenly another person intervened. Bertholdt came up like a massive shadow behind him and snatched the journal with ease from his grip. Jean quickly spun around with fright, gasping a little and stumbling back beside you. “Oh shit, Bertho--!!” He was cut off. Now you were the one who gasped with shock and horror, as Bertholdt held your journal in one hand, and Jean's tender throat in the other. Easy to grab, and so easy to crush. Just a little squeeze and it would snap right in two, wasn't that funny? “BERTHOLDT!” He ignored your loud cry and how it echoed into the night, dropping the journal as he pivoted his stance and swung Jean's limp body over the open drop beyond the edge. He watched callously how he writhed and clawed at his arm so desperately, choking with a petrified expression: “A-CK-!!” “DON'T!!” you cried again, this time seizing his other arm and jerking on it. At first he didn't budge, but then he slowly turned his gaze down towards you. The moonlight reflected in those eyes, but they might as well have been solid black. There was no life in them. They were hollow. Like pits. He was angry. “L-listen to your gir--” Jean started talking but wheezed when Bertholdt compressed his windpipe further. You desperately tugged on his arm again, tears filling your frantic gaze and glittering in the pallid glow. “Please let him go! Please, I'm begging you!” He stared at you for a good moment longer before finally obeying. Jean was switched back to solid ground again and allowed to drop. As soon as he met the stone he was on his hands and knees, scrambling away until he could reach his feet and sprint. Who knew what he would tell the others...yet Bertholdt let him scurry off into the darkness anyway, feeling that it was no matter to him. Everyone could be dealt with somehow when you had strength and size on your side. Including you. Speak of the devil, you only looked at him with disgust. Your journal now lay there ready for the taking, but you didn't care about it anymore. It was mostly filled with fawning over your 'teddy bear' Bertholdt anyway, as Jean had proven. Now though...now you wondered if any of those words held water anymore. “Why would you do that!? He didn't deserve that! You could have killed him!!” Bertholdt raised his hand to his face and rubbed his temples. Yes...he could have. Maybe he should have. Maybe he should just kill everyone who ever looked at you? Everyone who ever so much as breathed the same air as you? Then he really wouldn't have any reason to worry at all. Just you and him. Forever. No risks. “You're not going to tell me!? Huh!? Just going to pretend like it didn't happen!?” you were growing more and more enraged with every passing minute. You stormed past him to pick up your journal, but something stopped you. Much like his hand had seized Jean's neck, it now snatched your arm. You yelped at his abrupt iron grip upon you and stumbled a little, trying to pull free with a few desperate jerks of your body in the other direction. “B-Bertholdt stop it!” “Are you going somewhere?” His voice was cold, his actions colder. He jerked you closer and seized the 3DMG straps crossed on your chest before you could get away, hauling you to the precipice. “S-Somebody help! HELP!” you yelled, but the tall boy only let out a cruel chuckle as he dragged you, heels digging in and all, to your doom. “It's 2 in the morning and we're on the quietest side of the wall. Do you really think anyone is going to hear you?” Before he could fully push your helpless feet off the edge, Bertholdt leaned in closely and inhaled your scent. You shuddered and whimpered as he pressed his nose and lips to your neck, going limper in his hold. “Mm...there it is. I knew it...” He suddenly pushed you over that last inch and you squealed as he held you out by the front of your shirt, the straps tugged up taut against your skin as they struggled to support your dangling weight. “N-NO!” “He's all over you...” Bertholdt uttered darkly, staring at you without a single scrap of mercy in his typically calming eyes. It would be all too easy to guarantee right here and now that nobody would ever associate with you again. Your final moments would be with him and him alone...and he'd prefer that to a lifetime of wondering what you were up to when he wasn't around. Yes...just like Marcel, he'd toss you away and rid himself of the burden. Granted, in Marcel's case he'd fed him to a Titan but still. Just like Marcel, he loved you too deeply to let you live. For if you stayed alive you'd only be tainted by others. He had to do this. “D-Don't! Please, please don't do this!!” you pleaded tearfully, hot salty water streaming down your cheeks in copious rivulets. Bertholdt tilted his head in that cute manner he often did, though now it was only creepy. “What? Would you rather I killed you differently? Maybe crush you to death in my arms? Choke you out right on top of this wall? Or perhaps I could just transform and eat you, then I'd have the chance to take my rage out on some other deserving people...” he pondered his options. “I-I don't deserve this!” you whimpered, and he frowned a little. “Don't you?” Was this it? Was he really going to do this!? “L-Let me go!” you begged, but soon realized your mistake as his grip loosened. “No problem.” “NO! W-WAIT!!” You were stuttering. You were scared. You were shaking. Yet you at least managed to clutch his arm and gave one last look into those eyes, desperately. He was a psychopath...a psychopath, but you'd appeal to him. You'd find some way of keeping him happy for now...because at least then you'd be safe. At least then you'd survive. “I-I mean it! I love you Bertholdt, I t-truly do!! I promise, I promise I'll never even look at another guy again!” Bertholdt paused, and narrowed his gaze, gripping you tightly again. “And what about girls?” “No girls!” you quickly insisted. “Nobody! Only you! I'll only have eyes for you!” Those startled orbs of yours did flicker to the journal lying there, and back to him again. “Y-you're my teddy bear...a-and I'm all yours, okay?” It took a moment. Bertholdt mulled over your words like tasting a fine wine, but eventually he took the merciful route and pulled you back onto the ground again. He always had his leverage. He could always do what was necessary if it came to it, for he'd done it once before. So he believed you. Thankfully he couldn't smell a lie. “Th-thank you...thank you...thank you...” you repeated it a few times, legs buckling as you almost fell to your knees. Yet Bertholdt was quick to pull your sobbing self against him. He held you just as he had done so many times before. His once secure yet now malevolent hold took your back flush with his chest, his arms wrapped around your front. As he kissed your ear in silence it almost felt like you were both pretending that it all had been a dream. A horrific, torturous dream. That was certainly where Bertholdt's mind was right now. He'd forgotten all about Jean and Marcel and any suggestion of betrayal. His frightening rage became a tight little ball that he could swallow down again and just pretend didn't exist at all. Until the next time someone forced it out of him of course. He was hopeful that would never happen though. In fact, he was convinced. Yes...everything would be so sunny and perfect now. He truly had nothing to worry about. Yet as you stood there, basically trapped in the hug of the boyfriend you had once loved, you knew you were never going to see him the same way again no matter what he did from now on. You'd thought once upon a time that he was this cute, sweet, gentle thing...someone who would never even dare to hurt you or make you tremble despite his domineering presence. In the end though, he wasn't like that at all. Deep down, he was feral. Deep down he was angry. Deep down he was a killer. And there was nothing cuddly about that.

♡ ~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

[thevanillerose]

DELICACY | YANDERE!IGNIS x READER | FFXV

You ran a hand past your slightly sweaty brow, and brushed back the [H/C] hair that had fallen across it. This was just proof of your hard work, really. Boy, it really had been tough, and you had Gladio to thank for that. He pushed you and pushed you, but you were flattered by it at least. It seemed he only did so because he saw the potential for greatness in you.

Whether you were going to end up looking like a protein addict by the end of his training was...debatable, but perhaps best avoided. After all, Ignis was the one you were really seeking to impress, and you in turn felt like it wouldn't be wise to become muscle-bound.

Ignis...you didn't know why but there was something so frankly appealing about him. Well actually, you did know why. He was tall, suave and handsome. He pulled off glasses and shades like they were second nature to him, and the gloves were an added bonus. Even just his posture screamed 'gentleman'. All that being said though, his strongest appeal no doubt lay in his cooking abilities. The man could whip up a gourmet dish over nothing but a campfire. He was a talent in the kitchen.

Perhaps a talent in other ways too, but your flustered self would never discover the truth to that notion unless you actually managed to...well...seduce him, so to speak. That didn't mean you were always flouncing around in Cindy-esque garb, but you did figure that strengthening yourself for him would hold some good appeal.

You wanted to be a valuable party member. Someone they could all count on, all four of them, whenever demonic creatures sprang up during the night and threatened to trash the Regalia. The Regalia, which as an added bonus, could now fly? Who'd have thought?

Nonetheless, you spent that particular day absolutely beasting yourself in the Cleigne countryside. The monsters you chose as targets were turned to tatters in mere seconds, and it felt all too easy. You really were getting more and more powerful, but you also landed yourself further and further away from Noctis, Prompto and Gladio, to the point where you might as well have set out alone.

The forest didn't scare you, but the dark did somewhat when you were isolated, and when you couldn't find them easily again you resolved to just trek your way back to the glowing amber light of the camping site.

Ignis had smartly set it up on top of a large rock, somewhere that monsters would be even further deterred from despite the wilderness surrounding you. As you trekked back and ascended up the uneven side of it, you eventually reached the top and were greeted by a delectable smell.

“Mm...what is that?” you had to ask, as you rounded the top and came trudging over towards where Ignis was stirring the pot, practically drooling. Your weary body flopped down into one of the canvas camp chairs and he looked up at you. His hand pushed his glasses a little further up his nose, just by the center of them, and he smiled charmingly as ever.

“It's a new recipe I'm trying. Something that I concocted myself.” You giggled slightly, not hiding how smitten you were right there and then. “'Concocted'...sounds like you're making a witch's brew.”

Perhaps that wasn't too far off... Ignis only kept smiling and stirring, before eventually spooning up some of the meat-filled soup. These kinds of stews rarely looked so delicious, but he had a knack for making even the plainest toast look irresistible. Swallowing as he handed you over a bowl and took a seat of his own, you felt like you could already taste the salt.

“Careful now, it's hot.” Ignis warned you gently, getting comfortable before picking up his own bowl and blowing gently onto the liquid. Eyeing him sheepishly, you figured you'd try something. “Ah-!” the soup was as scalding as you might have expected. Boldly, you tried sipping some early, and almost made your lip blister. Ignis' eyes instantly shot over to you, and he tutted.

“I told you, did I not? You need to be careful...” Your hands around the bowl were replaced with his, and he picked up the spoon instead, hauling his chair closer just so he could easily raise a portion up to your slightly stinging mouth. He blew on it first, then held it out to you.

This was what you had, admittedly, been aiming for. It was kind of romantic, right? To be taken care of like this, especially after such a long and grueling day of monster battles. You gazed at him shyly for another moment, before just parting your lips and trying the food.

Instantly, your eyes lit up. Forget the context, the taste alone was just phenomenal! Why, this was like the best home cooking you could possibly imagine!

“Gods that's...that's amazing Ignis!” you gasped and touched your lips in awe. Some might have called it an overreaction on your part, but they clearly weren't familiar with just how good this dish was. Ignis had really stunned you with it, it was probably the best you'd ever had from him, or even just period.

“I'm glad you approve.” he smirked, and handed the meal back to you so you could continue eating yourself. You dug in quickly, in a hurry because you just couldn't resist. Oblivious, you just kept up, only breaking the silence so you could ask: “What kind of meat is this? If this is a local monster then I need to make sure I kill some tomorrow, stat!”

“Haha...you really are eager, aren't you?” Ignis was amused by your almost childish reactions. He clasped his hands in his lap and leaned back smugly, having finished his own. “There won't be any need to hunt, there's plenty more in the cold boxes.”

Your eyes cast over to where they were sitting, just by the edge of the campfire. True enough, they'd all been filled up with something, and sealed. “Right, but I still wanna know what this actually is. I don't think you've cooked with this before.” you didn't know how to describe it, but the meat was just perfection.

Ignis took off his glasses for a moment, just so he could huff onto the lenses and wipe them with the cloth from his pocket. “It's not meat from any monster, I can tell you that.”

Pausing, you lowered your spoon down to your near empty bowl and hummed. “But it's not some kind of fish, is it? Doesn't seem like it.” “No, you're right.” “Is it from one of the local animals?” you tried to think about which one it could be. Yet you were surprised to see Ignis simply shaking his head again, returning his glasses to their rightful place while he did so.

“That's...weird.” you completely set the spoon down. Then you looked over at the three empty chairs, and into the woods beyond. “...Where are the other guys anyway? Shouldn't they be here by now...?” “They should be.” Ignis cryptically spoke, and your gaze swiveled back to him. Somehow, all the pleasure had vanished. Now you had a pit forming in your stomach.

“...Did they already come back earlier?” “Ah.” Ignis finally set his empty bowl aside and met your eyes. “...Now you're catching on.”

Your grip loosened, and you were pretty sure you dropped your spoon in the process, but you weren't even paying attention to that. No, your focus was solely fixed on the boxes arranged at the edge of the campsite, stacked up there were so many of them. Each was maybe big enough to hold a few big fish. Or something else in great volume...

Could three cut up corpses fit neatly into those cold boxes?

“You see I'd grown quite sick of them myself.” Ignis stood up, speaking in a relaxed tone while he watched you drop the rest of your dinner too. The soup scattered, as did the red meat inside, and he eyed the remains of his comrades with disdain. “They were a constant irritation, so when I had them alone back here and you were still gone, I couldn't help myself. Getting rid of them was necessary, after all.”

His eyes cast up to your pale and frightened face. “It means that I can finally get you all to myself.”

“F...FUCK!” A series of expletives and cries left you as you sprang up from your chair, knocking it back, staggering away from him. Your skin had broken out in a sweat, your heart pounding relentlessly as Ignis started pacing calmly in your direction. You turned quickly to where your sword was resting at the side, and tried to lunge for it.

Ignis was quicker, one hand seizing your arm and pulling it behind your back. As you hit his chest, his other snaked up to your chin, leather gripping your jaw from one side to the other and squeezing. His voice was like a snake in your ear: “Over time you'll learn not to miss them, [Y/N].” His tongue flicked against your ear, and you let out a pent up and desperate whimper. “I'll make you forget they ever existed...”

Your eyes shut tight, forehead furrowing as you cringed and tried to cope with this. Trembling in his hold, you had never felt weaker, as if all your training had been for naught. Your knees buckled, legs turning to gelatin. Ignis' twisted confession had pushed you to the breaking point, and your vision was already blurring.

You might have fainted entirely had you not heard a startlingly chirpy voice suddenly speak up: “Woah! Looks like somebody made a mess!”

His cruel hands had already slipped away, leaving you standing there like a shaking idiot as your eyes flashed open and set upon the shocking sight before you.

Prompto came jogging up towards the camp, tutting as he saw the spillage you'd unwillingly made. Ignis was already busy clearing it up, acting as if nothing had happened while he chatted with the freckled boy and his two companions. Yes...Gladiolus and Noctis were there too. They came strolling up with dirt and the odd cut or bruise embellished upon them, but otherwise unharmed.

“Hard day's work, sorry we took so long!” Prompto apologized while he took a seat and grabbed some soup for himself. “Yummy, looks great!” “...Huh...?” “[Y/N]?” Gladio's presence beside you startled you, and you quickly looked at him with widened eyes. He just frowned, then laughed. “Hah! What's the matter, did you see a ghost when you wandered off alone? I told you it's better to stick together when it's getting dark.”

“I'm bushed...” Noctis moaned, yawning as he sat down too, and soon enough Gladiolus was encouraging you over like you were some sort of black sheep among them. Everything in this situation had taken such a drastic 180 that you were genuinely shell-shocked.

“We've already eaten, but you all enjoy. [Y/N] seemed to approve, and I think we all know we can trust her sense of taste.” Ignis spoke in an almost jovial manner. It was disgusting. After what he had just done...you could only stare at him in bewilderment. The other guys just remained none the wiser.

“So what kind of meat is this?” When Noctis asked that, Ignis took a pause, before smiling simply again. “Human.”

For a stretch, there was silence. Then, it was broken by Gladio's sudden and hearty laughter, followed by Prompto's too. Noctis didn't exactly laugh, but he at least smiled a little. “Hahaha, well it's damn good if that's true!” Gladio joked, “Maybe we should be the bad guys!” “Hehehe!...For real though, where'd you get this?” Prompto asked once he'd calmed down from his giggles.

Ignis answered straight away: “Altissia. A special shipment came in from there to one of the local stores. It was more expensive than I'd like to say, but I figured it might be alright to treat ourselves for once.”

Nobody objected to that. Nobody batted any eyes about eating it. Nobody knew what had really happened.

When they all went to their beds inside the tent, you remained lingering outside where Ignis was cleaning up. You weren't there to help him. Just to stare at him pointedly, to try and get inside his head somehow. Try and figure out exactly why the hell he'd tried to trick you like that.

“...If you don't believe me, you can check inside those ice boxes over there.” Ignis uttered, not looking at you while he finished packing up. “...I believe you. I just don't know why you did it...and why you...”

“...” Ignis suddenly stood up straight, and approached you then. From the tent you could hear distant snores, but besides that the night was eerily silent. He walked right up to you, urging you to take a step back out of instinct. The way the moon was positioned, it sometimes reflected against his glasses and hid his unfeeling eyes from sight. “You are not just strong, [Y/N]. You are also intelligent, and perfect in many other ways.” In other circumstances, you would have been falling on your knees from those words, “-But to assume that I would ever kill the very person I've been tasked to protect, and my fellows, is foolish. I won't deny that it's a dream of mine, but it will have to stay that way if I don't want to become a fugitive for the rest of my days.”

His words shook you to your core. How could he so easily admit that he wanted them dead?

Ignis seemed to read your mind: “I've a desire for you, [Y/N]. That's why. For so long I've wanted nothing more than to have you all to myself, but alas that can't be for now. I have my duties to fulfil, after all. It's as I said...and so I simply decided to play a little game. It was for my own amusement...”

Amusement!?

“And you believed me, possibly because you love me in return. You'd rather assume I was really a murderer than call me a liar. I'd call you naïve...but perhaps it truly is better to be cautious...” His gloved hand reached out again, cold touch gracing against your jaw and tilting your chin up. His steely eyes gazed back at you heartlessly...his lips pulling into a wry, victorious smirk, upon seeing how you looked at him so petrified, feeling how you quivered.

The lips that met yours were like poison, and his heated tongue pushing through and exploring your mouth even more so. But even if his hand hadn't curled around the back of your head, you were rigid regardless, unable to move as Ignis forced that kiss upon you by the flickering flames. He only pulled away once he'd had his fill, and his hand moved to cup your cheek, his own breath short.

Still, he managed to speak, as much as you wished otherwise. “...Indeed it is, [Y/N]...” Leaning in, he let his lips hover right beside your ear, delivering that penultimate line he'd just been dying to say.

“Because one day, it might be a reality...”

♡

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

[thevanillerose]

QUEEN | YANDERE!NOCTIS x READER | FFXV

Nobody really knew how much pressure he was under.

They just took one look from the outside and figured that it was easy. Figured that it was a piece of cake, being royalty. A prince. Revered, even as his kingdom was crumbling.

To add to it though, there was you. Noctis always felt like he was at boiling point trying to pull everything together, because all he truly desired was to make you his queen, and rebuild everything from stage 1. He didn't care how much he had to abandon. He simply wanted to sit on the Insomnian throne with you right there by his side.

It wasn't exactly a normal infatuation he had. He realized that much. It was hard to ignore his own actions, the way his nails were digging into his knees and his teeth were gritting and grinding behind his lips as you sat up-front in the car and chatted so happily with Ignis.

He should have seen this coming. He shouldn't have let you take the front seat, he should have simply made you sit sandwiched in between him and Gladio. Prompto could chat away like his life depended on it. If he had done that, if he had simply done that, then he wouldn't be on the verge of reaching forward and strangling Ignis while he drove, without a care for where that would send the car careening when he let go of the wheel. Dying in a flaming wreck almost seemed preferable to enduring this.

Watching and listening bitterly while the two of you chatted, that was all he could do. It was innocent stuff, but Noctis saw right through the glasses wearing fellow, who pretended he was so suave and gentlemanly and yet seemed to be so clearly trying to steal you away from him.

Well...he could try. But in the end...in the end...Noctis would get what he desired.

As the sun set below the horizon, Ignis pulled over at one of the Cleigne pit-stops and encouraged you to get out with a gentle hand upon yours. As you took his glove against your palm, you were blissfully unaware of the furious staring that Noctis was directing towards the two of you. He did always have a slightly disgruntled look to him though, so maybe it wasn't so obvious. Either way, he was pissed.

“...” His eyes scanned creepily, in contrast with his stiffened posture, as he watched you going towards the cafe with the others in tow. They were all following you like dogs, all trying to act cool and chatty. Noctis was fifth wheeling and it hurt like hell.

He ended up going into the bathroom and as soon as he was facing a mirror he couldn't help himself. One glimpse of shaggy midnight hair and his fist shot out, slamming against the slightly dirty reflection and immediately smashing it in a spider's pattern. His lowered head only breathed out calmly, eyes glaring right ahead at the bloodied crack he'd formed.

Noctis didn't feel a thing. He'd noticed that recently too. In battles, be it with damn roadside Daemons, or the damn Magitek soldiers, he didn't seem to notice any pain that was inflicted upon him. Perhaps that was something to be grateful for, but it was frightening. The world outside of you felt numb. You were the only thing he truly felt for...

That was why the others couldn't compare in the slightest. What did they envision for you, hm? Prompto, probably figured you'd both go off and run some backwards Chocobo ranch in the middle of literally nowhere. Ignis, he'd be as boring as ever, only cook and hold more doors open for you. Gladio? He was such a brute that it was hard to imagine him being romantic, even if he fancied himself as hot stuff with that open leather he wore.

No...what Noctis was offering was unbeatable. He knew that to be true, as he emerged from the bathroom, clutching his bloodied knuckle with his other hand. He knew it still as he approached the four of you at the counter, ominously so.

What were you all talking about? What did it matter? Hah...yes it really didn't count for anything. None of it did. Prompto's stupid jokes and irritating little jingles. Ignis and his relentless insistence on being a smartass who could 'teach you anything'. Gladio and his ceaseless flexing.

None of it would be of any consequence to Noctis in the long run. He ate his chips and forced a smile, blaming a fluke for his fresh injury and drowning himself in ketchup and health potions. All the while he was planning it out inside his head, and admiring your figure as you sat there in the stool.

Soon enough, you'd have no need to sit on such a tatty, dirty thing. Instead, you'd be living lavishly. A throne, not a stool. Only one man beside you.

His fingers pinched and crushed the last chip he was holding before he'd even had the chance to eat it. None of you saw it, so busy with your meaningless conversation, but he was smiling. Widely, insanely, his teeth showed and his eyes glimmered like he were a living cartoon.

He'd destroy them all, kill them in brutally fitting ways, his revenge for all this suffering they had so obliviously inflicted upon him. He'd make sure they paid a dear price for screwing him around, and he'd also ensure that you never so much as spoke of them ever again...

Then, when all was said and done, you'd return to Insomnia together. Just the two of you...

…

Strange...it was such a distant memory... Had it really happened? You weren't sure.

You could recall faint glimpses of a past that seemed to have happened. Fried foods at heartwarming pit-stops, the chatter and laughter of friends around you. Flashes of blonde and freckles, the glint of perfectly positioned glasses and the touch of a warm, large hand on your shoulder. Long drives through the rain, arches of stone stretching overhead...

Was any of that for real, or not? Again, there was no answer that could be given to you. All you had were these vague jigsaw pieces that didn't seem to fit anywhere in the puzzle that Noctis had constructed for you. All you were truly aware of was the abandoned, forever darkened cityscape around you, and him of course.

Your prince...no...your king.

He circled around behind your throne, his pale hand deftly snaking down from ornate carvings to your shoulder blade, and finally up to your jaw. He tilted your head up, and once again you were greeted with the sight he showed you every day. Noctis made sure to remind you of this, so you never attempted to ruin what he had worked so hard to build for the two of you.

Bodies. Dangling, hanging like marionettes. They were limp and their clothes were torn, but Noctis had ensured their faces were not ruined. He wanted to make it clear to that part of you, that part that was still so desperately clinging to a past you could never live in again, that these people were gone.

“...And they're never coming back, [Y/N]...” he breathed out in a low and sultry tone, lips meeting your ear before a chaste kiss was placed upon your cheek. Noctis stepped around again, letting go of you just so he could grip the arms of his own chair and slide down into it. Right there next to you, in the confines of this grand hall that may as well have been a gilded cage.

He was your king, and you were his queen. Just how it was always meant to be...

♡ ~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

[thevanillerose]

NOTED | YANDERE!LIGHT YAGAMI x READER | DEATH NOTE

Humans make mistakes.

They do it all the time. That's why forgiveness exists. Otherwise we'd all be holding grudges.

You couldn't understand why Light didn't see that. Where was the forgiveness when it came to him? Did he just not know how to empathize, to sympathize, with anyone?

Once upon a time, you'd been free enough in your own life to at least feel like you could make your decisions and not worry too much about them. That was before Light came along and turned you into some sort of ballerina, tiptoeing around eggshells on a daily basis.

At first things were fine. Isn't that always the case? He treated you kindly, acted like a genuine boyfriend, if a little bit distant at times. Back then, when things were still starting out, you'd felt no intensity from him when you chose to go out to the arcade with your friends, or to spend some extra time in clubs after class. Light had his own commitments, and so did you. Not everything could cross over, could it?

Then he started taking notes. Initially it wasn't so obvious to you. He was always busy writing things down and studying and such, it seemed natural that he would often have a pen in his hand. Eventually though...it started to seem a little bit odd. Light began carrying his notebook everywhere when you were out together, and it seemed that after any action you took he'd flip it open like some sort of detective, jotting something down before slipping it back into his pocket again.

In a way...you were too scared to say anything. Not because you feared him, not then anyway. Because you didn't want to turn him away from you. Every day you dated him you felt so undeniably lucky. Most people could only dream of having Light for a boyfriend, he was a very desirable guy.

You didn't want to sabotage this precious thing you had.

Yet one day, you did take a risk... “I'm just going to go downstairs to get some chips. Do you want anything? Some tea?” Light offered, getting up out of his desk chair. You looked up from the one you had pulled over to sit beside him, but shook your head. “I'm fine thanks.”

“Alright.” Light smiled, and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before walking out of the bedroom door. His bedroom door, specifically. You liked coming to his room, because he was always more relaxed about showing his affections here. In many ways... Out in public he seemed more stiff, maintaining his pristine image.

Oh well, one step at a time, right? You hummed to yourself, tapping your foot and placing your arms behind your head as you leaned back. Looking around his room, you noticed it was pretty simply decorated. No posters were up, not even blu-tack residue. Some may have considered him boring, but he was far from it. The guy was intriguing.

As if instinctively, your eyes flickered over to his desk drawer, which seemed to beckon you. You remembered that annoying notebook he carried, some kind of simple diary sort of thing...which was probably turning into the next War and Peace at this stage with how often he wrote in it.

“...” You couldn't help yourself. He was busy downstairs in the kitchen, so it was your best shot at finally seeing the truth. Some truths couldn't be unseen, granted, but how bad would it really be?

Grabbing the handle, you pulled the drawer open and leaned over it, peering inside curiously. Textbooks were neatly stacked next to spare pens, and there was only one CD in there- The Very Best of Bach. How surprising.

It just looked like 'Light's bedroom drawer', nothing more. You were about to close it, but as the drawer shifted inwards, you heard a rattle. Looking closer and frowning, you then noticed that the base of the drawer seemed strangely loose...

You swore you'd seen something like this before. Getting out of the chair and onto your knees, you peeked up at the bottom of the drawer, then grabbed one of the pens from inside it and pushed up against it. Frowning when it didn't work, you then noticed a small hole, and decided instead to take just the ink reservoir from the pen, pushing it up into the gap.

Something shifted. Shooting up straight again, you gasped as the false bottom was revealed to be just that, and beneath the layer of wood that you'd lifted up was that dumb little notebook.

Eagerly you grabbed it, quickly replacing the bottom and tossing the pen back inside after putting it together again, stuffing the evidence into your sweater pocket and sitting yourself down just in time for Light coming back. You made sure to shut the drawer too of course.

“Hope you don't mind sharing, there are too many in here for one person-” Light carried a bag of salted chips over, blissfully unaware. He sat down beside you, gazing over with handsome brown eyes, and you could only smile nervously in response. “Shall we carry on? I'll explain this equation better to you.” Light flipped through the textbook already on the desk, and you secretly tried to calm your heartbeat.

You needed to read this in private. You needed to return it before he noticed the rectangular thing currently threatening to jut out of your pocket. For a few minutes you pretended to be engaged in his mathematics lesson, but eventually you had to excuse yourself: “I just need the bathroom, I'll only be a minute-”

Once you were in there you let out all the pent up breath you had been holding, trembling a little bit. Light was still working away as far as you were aware, and it also seemed that he hadn't realized anything was amiss. Relieved about that at least, you pulled out the notebook and finally got a proper look at it.

It was covered by a plain tan sleeve, reading 'Diary' on the front. Probably mostly for scheduling more than personal accounts, given how he always had it with him.

You opened it at the very first page, and stared as you were greeted with a list of rules written in creepy white font. Not what you expected. 'The human whose name is written in this note shall die.' Well...was this supposed to be some sort of 'edgy' diary? It looked so plain though...

You read through the other rules, which were just as ominously morbid, but struggled to see them as anything more than pointless jargon. That was, until you started leafing through the rest of the notebook itself.

The first page you landed on was very telling.

'Onaga Takiji' ...That name. You knew it from somewhere. Ah! It was the barista who served you and Light on your first date together. He made some comment about Light being a 'lucky guy'... But...why would Light bother to write his name in this note--

'...whose name...shall die...'

Did he really believe that this would work that way? It was just a collection of paper, a flimsy thing someone could easily rip apart or burn, right? Beneath Onaga's name, a time was specified. '7:00PM, 15th of September'

That was...tonight?

You read more, and in turn discovered even more names as well. Names which you also recognized. Amari Keiji. Classmate who you were somewhat close with. Nishinoya Tooru. One of your team members in volleyball. Inai Masafumi. You two...used to date.

This was weird. This was really weird. Any guy you'd had any contact with, he'd be written down in here. Some of these people, in fact many of them, you were sure that Light had never even met, so how... How did he...?

You kept thinking back to that first page, those creepy rules, and noticed that all the names had the same time written underneath. ‘7:00PM, 15th of September'. A sick feeling rose within yourself, as you pulled away the tan colored book sleeve, and saw the words 'Death Note' written on the pitch black cover.

What if it was real?

Suddenly you wanted to get far away from all of this. Far away from this awful notebook, far away from the Yagami household, far away from Light himself. This all felt far too dangerous.

So upon exiting the bathroom, you hurried back through into Light's bedroom. Opening the door again, you intended to give him an excuse to go downstairs, maybe take him up on that tea offer. You'd put the book back, then make up some sort of reason to leave early. Hopefully that would all work.

Yet as you stepped into his room, you were startled to see that he wasn't at his desk anymore. Approaching slowly, you were in the process of wondering if he had gone downstairs already, if this was your chance, when suddenly the door shut and you squealed. Whipping around, your eyes went wide as you noticed Light stepping in front of it, reaching out with one hand and turning the lock around.

Click!

A chill. That was all you could feel.

“Forgive me [Y/N], for thinking you were the type who wouldn't go snooping through my personal things.” Light tilted his head, while you swallowed and tried to play innocent, “Wh-what do you mean?” “Hand it over.”

He reached out simply with his hand. You almost tried to keep lying, but it was obvious he knew. Shaking, you produced the Death Note from your pocket and just held it out. Not wanting to step any closer to him, you let him walk towards you instead. Taking the book calmly, Light flicked through it a few times, then looked up at you from the pages.

“You spent long enough in the bathroom that I'm guessing you saw most of those names. And what did you think, [Y/N]? What was the first thing running through your mind when you realized?” Psycho. Shuddering, you backed up by a step, bumping the desk chair and quickly looking down at the drawer again. Light laughed.

“Haha! Ahh...what are you thinking now? Plan on stabbing me with one of those pens? Or torturing me with a 500 hour loop of Bach music? You probably take me for some sort of criminal, but it's the opposite [Y/N]...”

Light reached into his pocket and you tensed. Could he possibly be hiding something worse in there?

“Those others are the real criminals. Scum of society who think they're entitled to anything. Well, they're not entitled to you, that's for certain...” Light pulled something out, “I'm the only one who is. Can't you see why?” He looked at you straight, corners of his lips curled up. He was loving every second of this, “You're lucky to have me. I was even merciful enough to let them die of heart attacks. I could have written far worse...”

Light took a step. “I picked the perfect moment for it to happen. The perfect time.” Another step. “You and I have both been waiting for this, haven't we? So I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone...” He drew closer still. “Propose to you, at the very moment the ones who thought they could have you instead take their last breaths. Isn't that just pure perfection?”

The hand hit 7:00. He popped open the ring box. Your knees buckled and you dropped.

On the floor, you could only grasp your mouth and let out a choked sob. Light looked down at you with faux sympathy. “Aww, [Y/N]. Don't cry for them. It's relatively painless, they won't even know what happened. So they say at least...” Light lowered himself to a crouching position before you, holding out the box with one hand and stroking your hair with the other. You flinched. “Take the ring now [Y/N], and let's make this official.”

You lashed out with a cry, slapping the box from his hand and sending it careening across the floor. “NO!”

“...” Light remained calm, standing up again and towering over you. “...Is that really your answer? 'No'?” You nodded vigorously. You didn't know if you had ever felt so sorrowfully angry before in your life. “I'll give you one more chance to change your mind.” “NO! NO NO NO!!” you screeched at him, gripping both your temples like you wanted to tear all of your hair out. “...I see.”

He brushed back some brunette locks and then approached his desk again, picking up the Death Note. His drawer was opened, and from it he pulled out one of his pens, flicking the lid off and opening up to a new page. “Let's see then...[F/N] [L/N]...effective immediately of course...anaphylactic shock? No...too simple...maybe a seizure? Or how about...mugged and stabbed as soon as you leave my house? So many options...”

You looked up at him in a panic, and he just chuckled at your terrified expression. “Oh don't worry [Y/N]-” he waggled the pen in the air, “-I haven't written anything yet. Still trying to decide how I want to kill you.”

Lips trembling, you could barely part them to speak: “L...Light...” “What?” he tilted his head again. “Changed your mind? I'm not interested in begging with no reward for my efforts, [Y/N]. Waste of time if I killed those people for nothing.” “...Th...they'll find me...” you whimpered. “Who?” Light grinned, “Oh, my family, or yours? Well my family left here at 6:30PM, they're going out to have dinner together. Gives me enough time to get rid of your body. As for your own, well...we both know you're not on speaking terms. Don't be silly, sweetheart.”

More tears welled, and you sniffed, quivering more and more as he lowered the pen point to the page and started pressing down upon it. “I've certainly got your image in my mind. I'll always remember the way you're looking at me right now. It's wonderful...” Light exhaled as if he was getting some kind of pleasure from this, knowing he held your life in the balance, literally.

He knew Ryuk was watching too. This was maybe even too wonderfully fucked up for that demon.

“WAIT!!” Your sudden cry made him stop before he could even neatly write a letter. Light glanced at you again, and watched as you crawled over to where he stood, grasping onto his leg and tugging at the ironed fabric, “P-please...the answer is yes...”

“...Really?” Light raised a brow, but didn't stop writing. “Then hurry up and put the ring on before I finish your name.” Hiccuping, you panicked, and quickly scrambled across the floor to go get it. Silently cursing yourself for batting it away as far as you did, you prayed that it would be intact in the box. Thankfully it was alright, and you shoved it onto your finger before holding up your hand and crying: “Okay! Okay I did it!”

Light looked up again, then smirked and shook his head, still penning, “Wrong finger, honey.”

Gasping, you looked down at your hand. Shit! You put it on the middle one by mistake. You practically tore the jewelry off your digit, thankful he had picked a perfect fit, and then hurriedly placed it on the right one. Alerting Light again, he finally pulled back the pen and gestured for you to get up and come over. Struggling to your feet, you stumbled over to where he stood.

“Lucky save. I was almost finished writing your surname. Anyway...there's only one other thing we need to do now, to make this official.”

Light took your hands in his own after finally setting down that accursed notebook, and drew you close to his chest. “...Tell me you'll marry me.” “I-I'll marry you!” “Tell me you love me.” “I love you...!” “Now kiss me.”

Gulping, you really didn't want to. Not now. Not now that this handsome guy you'd once trusted had shown who he really was. Not now that you knew he'd been writing down names this whole time, dooming the lives of innocent people who only ever shared a word with you. Yet you forced yourself to do it.

As he kissed you, you shut your eyes, swearing you could feel eyes watching from the corner of the room. Your fate was sealed, and tears rolled down your cheeks as he ran his hands through your hair, swirling his tongue feverishly in your mouth. He got exactly what he wanted.

You. His prisoner forever.

Dropping dead might have been easier.

♡ ~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

[thevanillerose]

TRANSMUTE | YANDERE!EDWARD ELRIC x READER | FMA

Alchemy makes a lot of things possible. Want to repair what's broken? Turn water into wine? Craft a grand structure straight from the earth itself? Alchemy is the answer. Edward Elric was very skilled in this craft. People recognized him for that. Respected him for that. He wanted you to feel the same way about him. To look at him in awe, admire him. Yet...your eyes were focused on someone else. Someone he would have been happier for you to ignore. It would have been far easier that way. Alphonse. His little brother Al... Yes, they were brothers, sure. But everyone had their limits... If only alchemy could have easily solved that problem too... Then again. Perhaps it could.

…

“I can't believe you turned me down...and all so you could be with this walking hunk of garbage!” “B-brother!?” “Ed...” you breathed out in shock. The short blonde had called you both down to his alchemy lab in the middle of the night, and you'd foolishly assumed he was up to something noble in this candlelit place. Yet the dimness only gave way to furious golden eyes when you both arrived, piercing through you like finely crafted spears. The 'Full Metal Alchemist' as he was dubbed had his gloved hands clenched tight by his sides, teeth grit and grinding. It wasn't that unusual to see him get angry (especially when people made note of his height) but for him to be turning so cruelly on Al was...unheard of. You'd only ever seen them as loving brothers, conflict rarely happened between them. For Edward to call him a name like that, knowing the pain it caused him to be trapped as a suit of talking armor...that was only a clear sign that something wasn't right. “A-are you tired Ed? I think you should get some rest, you're agitated.” you tried to reason with him, not wanting him to go any further with the vitriol and end up regretting it once his head cleared. Yet somehow you got the feeling he wouldn't be changing his mind... “Brother, why did you-?” “Call you that? Heh...” Ed cut him off easily and let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head and closing his eyes with a furrowed brow. His tense expression twitched. “What, do you think you don't deserve it after all you've done?” “What did I do!?” Al stepped forth with a heavy clank, half-shielding you with his large body, and Ed's eyes only flashed open again as he snapped: “What did you do!? You took [Y/N] from me, that's what you did!!!” Before either of you could protest he suddenly slammed his palms together, filling the room with blue light as he then let them plummet against the ground. “[Y/N] look out!” Al gasped and quickly stepped in-front of you completely, yet the surge hadn't taken either of you for a target. Rather it shot behind you both and hit the wall with a boom. Once there was a door there, the only door in and out of this basement room. Yet it suddenly vanished and simply became brick. When you saw this you panicked and quickly ran up to the now solid surface, slapping your palms against it in confusion. “What!?” “Brother what are you-- AHH!” Al's scream made you turn quickly again and you gasped with shock when you saw what was happening. Ed was...attacking him. His own brother. He made vicious swipes with his sharpened metal arm and Al clumsily tried to dodge. All the while Ed yelled and screamed at him in anger: “Thought you could take her away from me!? Butter her up nicely by spending all that time with her!?” “Brother no!! Stop this!!!” Ed ignored him, murderous. “How could she fall in love with someone who doesn't even have a body!?” “B-Brother-” The air turned so thick you could have choked. Hearing Ed say those things...it was sickening. Like he wasn't even the same person anymore. “I'LL TURN YOU INTO SCRAP METAL!” Ed really intended to. He lunged for Al, not caring how thick that armor was. He'd beat him down until there was nothing left. That was his plan at least, until you stepped in at the last second, the shock finally passing enough to let you rush forth and step between them. “STOP! ED!!!” He did. Just in time before that sharp blade met your neck. Ed's eyes went even wider, pupils somehow getting even smaller still. “...What are you...doing?” “Stopping you! He's your brother, how could you treat him this way!?” Slowly, Ed's posture began to relax, and pain bled into his expression. He lowered his metal arm until it hung limply by his side, reverting back to its usual state. His eyes stared ahead at you, but they didn't look so menacing now. Just hurt. “I...I don't know what came over me...” he slowly started sinking until he was on his haunches, eyes drifting to the ground. “I was so...angry...” Behind you Al finally managed to steady himself using the wall, clearly startled. Even if Ed might not have succeeded in hurting him, it had still been horribly painful. For you too. You looked down at the boy sorrowfully and slowly lowered yourself to his level. Something odd was going on here, you had to understand it. “Ed...what happened? Why are you so angry with Al?” you asked him in a soft tone, as if he were some frightened animal you didn't want to scare off. He certainly looked traumatized. “I...I don't know...” his eyes remained fixated on the ground, “I wanted us to spend more time together...you and me, but...seemed like you always wanted to be with him instead...” You swallowed thickly and glanced aside. It wasn't entirely untrue. Despite his current state, you were able to see past it. Al was so gentle and kind in his ways, not nearly as temperamental as his elder brother. It was something that drew you to him given that you had a similar nature. That wasn't to say you didn't like Ed...it was just that...your feelings for Al were different. “...Ed...I'm really sorry. I never intended to hurt you or push you this far, I didn't even realize you felt this way.” you told him, bowing your head a little. Yet he only shook his: “No-” he looked up at you again, “-I'm the one who should be apologizing. It's because of me, my own jealousy, it's all my fault! Please-” his hands clasped together firmly in a praying gesture, “-forgive me! [Y/N], Al!” “I-I forgive you brother...just please don't...don't attack me again.” Al spoke weakly in the background, stepping a little closer now that the coast seemed clear. You nodded too. “Of course. We can just move on from this. It's alright Ed.” “Great.” He grinned at you both, and he really looked like his old self again. Cheerful, chipper little Ed. Yet suddenly that grin became a little too wide, and those eyes stopped squinting to reveal that the gold had practically vanished into the white. Eyes that looked up at you both and never blinked. A furious gaze again. Followed by a furious gesture, as Ed's palms came apart and slammed on the ground before him. The whole room shook and cracked. You recoiled as the blue blinded you, and you only heard one thing as you were sent tumbling backwards. “AAHHHHH!!!” It was Al. Screaming.

…

“Hmm hmm hmm~ Oh! This'll be useful...” “Mmn...?” “I could probably grind this piece up and mix it into something...yeah...” Your head was throbbing a bit, but not to the extent that you couldn't force your eyes open. The real world greeted you again after what felt like a slumber far too long. Blinking a few times, you attempted to focus your vision, while simultaneously trying hard to recall what had happened. Ed... Al... A fight... Surely that had been a dream, right? After all, why would Ed ever hurt his brother? He cared about him more than anything else in the world, didn't he? Slowly you sat up, pressing your hands to the bench beneath you and looking over. The first thing that surprised you was your surroundings. The flickering candles on the stone walls, tables piled high with books and supplies, every surface painted in crimson, white and black transmutation circles. Wait...so you actually were in the basement? Had that not all been a dream? “...two of these...three...” “...Ed?” you could hear his voice, and when you looked over you could see him busying himself with something at one of the tables. Hunched over in his red cloak, gloved hands fidgeting and working away. Tentatively you got up off the bench you'd been left lying on and approached him with still shaky and weakened legs. Surely the rest of it had been something you'd only imagined, right? If only that were the case. You soon realized it wasn't when you reached the table. At first it seemed like Ed was working away on something normal. Just a few pieces of metal and such, nothing strange about that, right? ...If only indeed. A hollow helmet stared back at you. The one part of Al's body that Ed hadn't set to work deconstructing yet, though his torso was coming along nicely. The seal of crusted blood inside was long buffed away. Lacking the energy to scream, you could only clamp your hands to your mouth and let out a horrified squeal. That was enough to alert him though, and Ed suddenly spun halfway in his chair to look around at you. “Oh! [Y/N], I didn't realize you were awake. Sorry...” There it was again. That heinous grin. “Guess I got distracted.” Stumbling backwards, you only shook your head repeatedly, hardly able to comprehend what you were seeing, what was actually happening here. All you truly knew was that you had to get out before you ended up dismantled on that table too...or worse. You looked frantically for the door. There wasn't one. Then...it had really all happened after all. “[Y/N], you're not thinking of leaving are you?” Ed gradually rose from his chair and started coming towards you, reaching out with one hand. It was covered in oil but it might as well have been blood. “Don't be silly. Come here.” “No, GET AWAY FROM ME!” you suddenly screeched and shoved him back hard in the chest before he could get too close. He stumbled, and you took your chance to try and run, somewhere, try and grab, anything, try and do, something. Agony made you stop. Your neck suddenly seized and broke out in a burning flush of searing pain, making you scream and stumble until you dropped straight upon the ground. Falling over your own feet, your knees were grazed by the stone as you smacked down against it, lying limply and twitching. “...I guess I should have mentioned it's not possible...” Ed's voice spoke calmly, and you picked up on his footsteps echoing across the floor towards you. “Even if I brought the door back you still wouldn't get very far with that collar on your neck.” Eyes widening, you at least managed to lift a trembling hand and touch it. Sure enough, you found metal there in place of skin, just below your chin. Tears welled. “It was pretty handy having so much metal to work with. Didn't take me long to make that for you.” ...Al... “Of course I added my own little alchemist's touch to make sure it had a kick to it.” ...I can't... “Don't worry! It won't kill you. Just a little shock, that's not so bad is it?” I have to get out of here! Everything seemed so futile now but you still tried to pull yourself along the floor, reaching out with weakened hands and digging your nails into the dirty cracks between the stone slabs. You didn't get far before something suddenly slammed down on your spine though, making you wheeze and freeze up. Ed stepped on you firmly and eyed you like a bug. “Now come on [Y/N]. Play fair or I'll get mad.” “...Y...You killed him! Your own brother!” you finally spoke up through a sob, and Ed let out a heavy sigh. The sole of his boot forced you over on your back, and you lay there weakly beneath it, looking up into his cold yellow eyes. “You say that like it's a bad thing...” Ed smirked twistedly and tilted his head a little too far towards his shoulder. “Come on [Y/N], think about it! He was a sentient suit of armor, he wasn't even human anymore. Sure, he could talk and think like one, but let's be real here. Falling in love with someone like that is pointless...” While you were still stunned he slowly started to lower himself, still seeming bigger than you even when he came to a stop. You whimpered and turned your head when he slipped off his dirtied glove and reached down for you with his mechanical hand. His metallic fingers only pinched your cheeks tightly and forced your eyes upon him again. “Can't you feel this, [Y/N]?” he questioned and felt you shudder beneath his touch as his cold metal thumb ran over your warm lower lip. “It's not comfortable, is it? It doesn't feel loving, does it?” None of this feels loving! “That's all you'd ever get with him...” Ed spoke in an almost melancholy manner, and his eyes became hooded as his other hand approached. You whimpered softly as his bare, soft palm caressed your other cheek, and his human-skinned digit graced your mouth instead. “But with me it's different. With me you'll get exactly what you need. That's why you should have chosen me all along.” Both hands grasped your cheeks tightly now, and his lips came down and met your own, plusher than anything Al could have ever provided. You squirmed and moaned into his mouth as he forced that kiss upon you, and it only made him do it deeper, spurring him on. Ed's knee came slipping between your legs and you squeaked in a muffled tone, writhing harder. He pressed his chest flush enough with yours that you could have choked, his red cloak falling over the both of you like some kind of tent, shielding you from the world. Only trapping you further together. His breath came out shaky when he pulled away, sickening expression rising into the lamplight again as he licked his lips. His hands slipped from your cheeks to your arms and pinned you by them, not that you could get up anyway. Thanks to that collar, you wouldn't be doing anything he didn't approve of. Ed looked down at you in delirium. Your tears. Your perfect, pretty face. The way you whimpered and trembled when he touched you and spoke to you in such a low, callous tone. The knowledge that your complete and utter obedience to him and his undying love would come soon enough. Not even alchemy could create something so perfect.

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[thevanillerose]

EDGE | YANDERE!YURI x READER | YURI ON ICE

“See...this is what I was so afraid of...”

Was this it? Dying. A grim reality you were now beginning to dance with.

You'd always imagined that on the verge of the end you'd have your life flashing before your eyes, a true cinematic experience, no doubt making you feel worse for how little you'd done yet.

Truth was, you didn't see anything except that glimmering blade, hovering inches from your gullet and attached firmly to the sole of his skating shoe.

The metal felt thin as a paper's edge, frigid, vibrating from your trembled breaths and quivering heartbeat. It graced your skin like a chaste kiss, and reminded you that with only a little pressure, you'd split open like a seam.

Everything just felt numb...though perhaps that was in part due to the solid ice currently burning your back. The empty late night rink ended up being the perfect place for him to take you.

Just so he could do this.

“If only you'd listened to me...” He shifted his foot slightly away, revealing his face again. Those chocolate eyes you once thought you could trust, his twitching countenance framed by that soft, slicked back hair you used to ruffle endearingly. Compared to his typically mousy garb, he'd spruced himself up specially for this occasion, wearing his competition look.

You had fond memories of both forms. Be it jogging together in the early morning, wiping his glasses for him after they fogged up from his own breath, or sitting with eager eyes in the audience, watching in awe as he tamed the ice beneath his own feet.

Where did those days go?

Why was your boyfriend, Yuri, now pressing his skate against your neck, close enough to murder you in freezing cold blood? Why did he lure you to this solo practice session just so he could threaten to take your life? What did you do to ever deserve this?

He saw the need to elaborate.

“It's a shame, really. Because I love you so much...I thought you loved me too-” “I do Yu--” “Don't interrupt me.”

He meant it. That blade was quickly back on your neck and digging in again. He hadn't wounded you yet, but it would only be a matter of time.

“...I...just can't believe that of all people, you'd leave me for Victor. My own coach...my idol...” You so desperately wanted to shake your head wildly. That wasn't true, that wasn't true at all! Of course you weren't after Victor, you never had been! The man was admirable, yes, but of no more value to you than simply a friend...

Though...you perhaps knew where this paranoia came from. Yuri was a sensitive guy (much like the other Yuri, in a more tender way), and Victor was a constant flirt. He'd take you by the cheeks and call you his 'muse for the ice', his little inspiration whenever you watched him from the audience. Yet it was never anything more than that. Just Victor being Victor.

Yuri obviously couldn't see it that way. He'd planted the idea in his head that you were leaving him for the snow-haired champion, and the mere thought of it only made him consider a single option.

“...If I can't have you...” His skate dug in deeper, and you felt something warm ooze out beneath it, whimpering as it did so. A trickle of scarlet blood traversed from the front of your gullet to the base of your ear. Your heart was like a jackhammer, almost drowning out his callous words...

“...Then...I'll just have to kill you.”

Your own eyes widened with terror, while Yuri's smile quirked up in a distorted manner. Now did you understand? The mistake you had made?

He loved it. He loved that expression of yours...

Funny though. It was starting to look a little blurry...

...Despite his crazy grin, his eyes were filling with tears. They fell from his tall figure and plummeted against the smooth ice, your own pallid cheeks, dripping with sorrow.

“Why...why did you have to force me to this!?” he suddenly demanded, and let out a choked up sob he'd been trying to hold back ever since first throwing you against the surface. Your spine was still aching from that.

Though your own heart ached a little too. Seeing Yuri cry reminded you of the nights where he used to worry too much, where he threatened to quit it all and you'd pull him into your arms just to tell him not to. Holding him like that brought easy comfort, but what about now?

What could you possibly say when he was so far gone? You had to try something though, anything. You didn't want to die here. Especially not because of him.

Bleeding out on the ice wasn't the ending you desired.

“...Y...uri...please...” Your last ditch effort was coupled with a desperate look, your trembling hand even coming up to touch his ankle softly.

He gazed back at you with a quivering lip, hesitating. “I love you...only you...I promise...” you squeezed his limb while you spoke, “I've never loved Victor, it was a misunderstanding...I'm begging you, believe me...”

That was all you could think to say.

In response, at first, he was stiff. He didn't do much except stare back at you. Then, slowly, that resourceful weapon of his moved away and settled itself against the ice. Gradually, he lowered himself over you, and reached with both hands to clutch your cheeks.

His touch was warm. His tears were the same, as they continued to fall upon you.

“...I...I love you too...” His relief came in the form of a tender kiss, his knees settling either side of your stiffened body. Despite your panic, you kissed back as best as you could. You'd narrowly escaped his wrath...you didn't want to meet it again.

Yuri parted from you and bit his lip, before smiling ever so chastely. A fragile thing that could easily be lost. His genuine happiness.

“I love you too...”

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[thevanillerose]

ROULETTE | YANDERE!PROMPTO x READER | FFXV

Prompto spun the cylinder of his revolver round and round lazily. Round...round and round...round and round and round....

Monotony. Boring. Fucking boring.

But at least it stopped him from scratching incessantly at that barcode under his wristband. And at least it kept him from putting a bullet through the brains of any one of his companions.

That was the thing. Back on the road he'd been able to take his quivering rage out on the local wildlife, monsters that by all means deserved to die for terrorizing the local settlements. He could shoot away as much as he wanted, even at the humanoid Magitek Soldiers that frequently dropped in to say hello on the roads, and he'd be valued as a hero by all.

Ever since you'd all come to Altissia though, his trigger finger had been itching relentlessly. He'd started to realize through all these nights of waiting for Lunafreya, wasting time in fancy restaurants, mingling among the local festivities, drinking copious amounts of alcohol in the evenings, that the only reason he had managed to keep it together so far was because he'd been able to take it out on someone. Something, rather.

For every dead monster or worthless piece of scrap metal, he managed to contain his anger a little longer. Where that fury stemmed from was not unknown to him. You were responsible for this manner in which he had just...lost his mind. He managed to disguise it well enough around all of you, but he was like a ticking time bomb.

Tick tock, tick tock. Only a matter of time until he blew up and took you all down with him.

The core reason? Ironically...it was love. Something so pure and beautiful had driven him into madness, and all because he knew deep down that he would never be able to have you. You, this flawless, skilful companion who protected Prince Noctis at all costs. You were fit for royalty, not some bumbling, freckled dork with a blonde mop like the backside of a Chocobo.

Why would you ever be interested in him? No...he'd got his hopes up at the start, but he'd come to see it himself. The way you looked at Noct, or even Ignis and Gladio, was always so different from the way you looked at him. There seemed to be hints of romance in your eyes when you were around those guys, but around him you were always just goofing around and treating him like a...well...a friend.

It was sickening. People talked about being 'friendzoned' like it was the apocalypse, but actually being in it really felt that way. You'd locked him aside in some cage that could never be touched. He was officially off the menu, that was what he assumed from your behavior.

So no wonder then, he felt, no wonder he bred such a horrible attitude behind that faux jokester persona he put on. He had to keep all these torturous feelings bottle up inside of himself...never admitting anything because if he did, he felt like he would just be mocked and chastised. What was the point when he didn't stand a chance?

Prompto had tried for so long to keep it hidden, but now that facade was being threatened, threatened by the most peaceful place in all of Eos. There was nothing to kill here, nothing to face, not yet anyway. You were all just 'taking a break for a while', as Gladio had so lovingly put it, and that 'while' had started to drag on a bit too long.

If Prompto had to spend one more minute around you and these schmoozy jerks, he really would go ballistic. So he still tried to keep his distance, and on this particular night he took his leave from the festival bar early so he could go down among the archways by the water. He felt like he was alone there...at least for some time.

However, that peace didn't last. It couldn't last, not when he was surely being tortured like this. Soon enough he heard footsteps echoing in the darker archways behind him, recognizable voices accompanying them. “Iggy are you sure we should be doing this? Heh...I mean it's not like I don't want to...” You. “If you're worried about Noct, I assure you that Gladio will have it under control.” Ignis, obviously.

Prompto shied back behind one of the pillars, pressing his spine snug to the stone, and listening. There wasn't much to hear though... “I've been waiting all night for this...” you breathed out needily, and he could hear Ignis pushing you up gently against the wall. “I know you have.”

Following that, just the sounds of a happy, feverish couple, kissing away without knowing they were being observed. Prompto dug his nails so hard into the hard surface behind him that they almost cracked. His teeth bared, and the gun on his hip had never felt so red hot and ready.

So easy. It would be so easy to spin around and fire into the shadows. He had a good aim, he knew he would hit dear 'Iggy' and not you. If he shot Ignis down here and subdued you in time then maybe nobody would notice. With some luck and quick thinking, he'd easily force you to play along and tell a lie to the other two. Lure Gladiolus and the precious Prince into someplace just as secluded, and take them out as well.

Three bullets. Three bullets was all it would take. Yet as Prompto pulled his gun up and popped open the cylinder, honestly ready to do it at this manic stage, he was greeted by a sight that made his heart sink right down to his freshly polished boots.

One bullet. Just one, glinting in fake gold, ready to be plunged into someone's cranium. He was good, but he wasn't good enough to curve a bullet through one guy, up several flights of stairs, and then swing it around 180 to the bar. He knew he had ammo back at the hotel, but that would be too tricky. His plans were punctured in an instant. If only he had some on him...pity he'd become lax given there was nothing to shoot here except the fish.

“Shit...” Maybe he was better off turning it on himself. He didn't know if he could endure the mental anguish of watching you be wed to that pretentious, glasses wearing...

...But hold on a second. Prompto suddenly got an idea, and a monstrous grin spread between his lips. The malevolent glimmer in his eye was even more noticeable in the moonlight.

He glanced down at the cylinder again. Just a single bullet, yes, but a single bullet could do so much. And it might not even have to be fired...

…

“Oh come on [Y/N]. You've been playing games all day. Don't you want to play one with me?” Prompto pouted, sticking out his lower lip like a petulant child. “Stop crying.”

How could you help it? He'd lured you into the hotel room, away from the bar and your fellow friends, promising to show you something 'cool' that he'd won at one of the festival stalls. Figuring you'd see some sort of cute Moogle plushie, you'd instead been greeted with a sharp whack to the head, and woken up tied to an ornate chair in the centre of the scarlet-themed bedroom. Your hands were bound in black zip-ties behind your back, a similar trapping around your ankles. Prompto hadn't bothered shutting you up because these rooms were soundproofed anyway, and he wanted to talk...

He also wanted to keep that gun trained on you. He kept clicking the safety on and off, taunting you with it. Not once did he waver, but you did. You were sobbing all over the place.

“L-let me go! Please! Let me go...” you hiccuped and wailed, red-cheeked and streaming with saltwater. You didn't know what in the hell had convinced Prompto to turn on you like this, but you were petrified.

Prompto almost felt sorry for you. Yet he was also supremely irritated by how you wouldn't shut up when he told you to, and so he was sure to come storming over and press the cold metal to your browbone. “Haa-!” He jerked back your head just by thrusting the gun against it, and heard you gasp. That seemed to calm him somewhat, if only because the shock had made you go quiet.

“Feel that [Y/N]? Can you tell if there's a bullet in there? Do you think if I fired right now, it would kill you? Or would you be okay?” You didn't know how to answer that. You were too busy literally watching your life replay.

That faded away though, as Prompto pulled back and stood straight again. He looked down at you smugly, still holding the gun out, and still very much making sure that you were a target.

His fingertips came out, and brushed softly against your cheek. They traced down your skin, right to your jaw, and then up across your quivering, blush pink lips. Prompto gazed at them dreamily for a moment, pressing his thumb between them and forcing your maw to part a little. He could hear you panting, see how nervous you were. So cute.

“...I can definitely see why he wanted to kiss you. I bet they all want to, huh? And I bet you'd let them...” His eyes hooded darkly, hand slipping away slowly, while you looked at him in terrorized confusion. “...Not me though. I always knew it would never happen...”

Prompto paused again, before simply smiling. His free hand soon returned, this time making its way fully from your neck to your waist, and every curve in-between. You squirmed of course, feeling a sense of shyness in his approach, but knowing that it was totally overshadowed by the menace.

“That's fine though...” he finally pulled away properly. “In no time I'll have you all to myself, one way or another. Whatever the outcome is...you're finally going to be mine...”

His head tilted eerily then, his near delirious tone not leaving anytime soon. “Do you know the game 'Russian Roulette', [Y/N]? It's a very special game I've been really wanting to play with you...” You knew it, but he was going to explain it to you anyway.

“It's all about chance, get it? You hold the gun up to your temple, and pull the trigger. The cylinder rotates...and maybe there's a bullet headed for you, or maybe not. Either way, you won't know until you fire.” Prompto smirked wider, almost ear to ear. “You can win a big prize if you play, and that's no exception here either. We'll play things a little differently of course...”

He turned the safety off, for good this time. “Since you're all tied up, I'll do the shooting. You're in extra luck, because there are three chambers in this one. That means there's only a 1 in 3 chance that you'll die when I pull the trigger...” Prompto stepped a little closer, running his tongue over his teeth when he saw the pure, unadulterated fear in your eyes. Oh how the tables had turned. No more happy little kisses by the docks... “It's worth a shot, don't you think?”

You shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself already, while Prompto continued talking cockily: “I guess you just wanna get right to it, huh? Get it over with? Well in that case, I'll let you find out what your reward is later. Provided you're still alive, of course...”

The gun lifted. You could hear the blood rushing to your ears, your stomach like a weight in your center, your heart beating at a thousand miles a minute. Any second now, and you were sure you'd die. Did you have any regrets? Any last wishes? Any last words?

No time.

CLICK!

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[thevanillerose]

SEDUCER | YANDERE!VICTOR x READER | YURI ON ICE

You seduced him.

Every stroke of your blade against the ice. Every swing and slip of your leg. Every breathless expression on your beautiful face.

Picturesque.

Yet that seduction was not intentional. Far from it. All you cared about was skating as well as you possibly could. Impressing the judges, winning whatever competition you were in, and ultimately that was all your life revolved around right now. While you were still in your peak you intended to shine, but not for anyone in particular.

Not even for Victor.

That was just what he saw. Somehow, in that silver-haired head of his, he'd planted and tended to the idea that you must be the one for him. Nobody else, and it distorted and twisted all his sensibility. He became obsessed with the idea of you, and only wished to possess you like you possessed the ice beneath your graceful feet.

After every program he only fell deeper and deeper into that cold and twisted insanity. When he saw you so much as congratulate another contestant he'd bite down hard on the tip of his thumb and gnaw ceaselessly at his pallid skin, sharp blue eyes staring dead at all whom he saw as opponents.

They were. They were just competition to be eliminated.

He saw fit that it happened. 'Drop outs' started to occur, natural at first but it reached an alarming rate soon enough, and rumors began to spread in the skating world of a frigid killer, a shadowed figure who would sneak up on those practicing late at any rink alone, slicing their necks to ribbons and leaving the ice stained in crimson.

You tried not to worry about that. With the Grand Prix Final coming up, all that mattered was making it to the end and standing in between whoever else was lucky enough. As long as you were in the middle, that was all you cared about.

So you too, would take to the ice during the night, and skate gracefully upon it, gliding weightlessly in the silence and appreciating the peace of being alone. At least, you thought you were.

After finishing your evening routine, you slowed to a dramatic stop, arms raised high and head tilted back. When you closed your eyes you could imagine it. The sound of clapping and cheering, a victorious din of support. Yet piercing through that fanciful thought, you heard something distinctly real, and quickly looked around in time to see his first step onto the ice.

“Victor!?”

As swan-like as ever, he skated over to your side with a gorgeous gait, reaching you smoothly. His jacket was settled loosely around his shoulders, but his slender body still showed itself finely enough. Those azure eyes of his were certainly captivating, that much you couldn't deny.

“I'm sorry if I frightened you, [Y/N]. I just saw you here and couldn't resist. You've come so far, improved so much...” Without warning, his hand slipped up to your cheek and held itself there. Startlingly, his palm felt colder than the ice itself. “I'm so proud of you.”

When he said that, you couldn't help but feel a little flutter in your heart. It was easy to push down though, when you were so fixated on claiming victory. Just a case of remembering what mattered most here. Romance could wait. Love could stand aside until you saw this through.

Victor though...he was not so deterred. In his near delirious state, his cheeks started to flush, and the gap between you shrank when his hand pinched your chin instead. “V-Victor, what are you-!?” His lips stole yours before you could finish.

Vanilla. That was the taste of it. Pleasant. Soft.

But wrong! You didn't need this right now!

Quickly, before he could deepen it, you shoved him back. Or at least, you tried to. What you swiftly realized was how firm his hand was against your back, and how his other came to snag your wrist and squeeze it, preventing you from going anywhere or pushing him again.

“...Mmm...” “Mmf--!!”

Your experiences differed wildly. For him it was the ultimate expression of his love, a finale moment he had been waiting to show you. For you, it was far too much, far too soon, and all at the wrong time.

Anger welled within you, and before you knew it, it had taken over. With a sharp jerk of your hand you managed to free yourself, jerk your head back, and quickly send your palm shooting for his cheek before he could try and kiss you again.

CRACK!

It resonated momentously through the skating rink. Such a dead place allowed even the tiniest sound to carry widely. Your attack was like an atom bomb.

His head was thrown entirely to the side, hair disheveled across his eyeline. Seeing him like this was momentarily frightening, but you shook off that feeling. Just because you couldn't see his eyes, that was all. You were sure he was probably welling up and feeling guilty right now, no?

No.

As it turned out, you were very wrong about that. For when Victor finally looked at you again, his frozen gaze was so hollow that you couldn't breathe for a moment. Not once had you ever seen this kind of fury, barely contained.

“...” Wordlessly, his hand reached up to his own face and touched the still stinging patch you had left in your furious wake. With a slight tilt of his head, he took one sharp step towards you, causing you to stagger back a little. Then another. “...After all I've done for you. After all my sacrifices. All the blood I've shed to keep you away from them. But there's still someone else, isn't there?”

His hands snatched your arms before you could turn heel, and you yelped: “V-Victor what are you talking about, what are you doing!? Let me go!!” In response he only dug his nails deeper, making you wince.

“Or...perhaps it's something else. You care more about winning gold than you care about me, isn't that right?”

That calmly posed question made your heart plummet. That nauseous feeling only came so strongly because you knew, deep down, he was right. It was true.

You did.

“...I...I just want to fulfil my dream, Victor. Please...you of all people must understand that!” He leaned in closer. “Oh? Then why did you tease me so much? Why did you dance for me like that when you were never going to give me anything more?” “I-I don't know what you're talking about!”

“You do.”

Suddenly, he made you gasp. His hands worked their way down your back and around your thighs, caressing your body from top to toe. Every inch of you turned flustered, and your lip trembled slightly as his face hovered over yours, his hooded eyes giving you a sultry look.

“How could you expect me to look at this body, this form, and not feel that way? You're a little siren who made me fall in love with you...”

He bit his lip and tugged it, before suddenly forcing his mouth onto yours again. Trying to pull away only netted you two hands in your hair, pulling on it whenever you resisted. If he wanted more he just had to tug a strand, and your gasping maw would give way to his tongue.

When he finally pulled back again he was panting just as much as you were, but out of lust rather than fear. That wavering smile cracked open.

“Now...take responsibility.”

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