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under the moon

yandere hannibal x reader

word count: 876

The lucid moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet city streets. But deep in the shadows where the darkness weeps, conceals a man of true vigor and intellect. A man of passion that no one truly understands, no one will. He stalks through the very shadows he creates ignoring all but one. You.

Hannibal's love has grown reaching new depths he's sure no one else has before. Only he can love you as much as the sun loves the moon, as much as the stars must conjoin with the night sky. It was insatiable like a carnivorous hunger that consumed both his thoughts and actions. He knew it was dangerous and he had tried to suppress what he called his natural instincts, but his appetite only increased. Tonight was the night that will bookmark the ages. Tonight was when he would finally take matters into his own itching desires.

His gloved hand delicately traced the outline of your apartment door lock, his fingers dancing over the cold metal with a perverse intimacy yet unknown to you, yet. Slowly a sinister smirk made its way across his dimly lit face as he thought of your naive sense of safety. A fickle thing such as a door lock keeping all the evil seemingly at bay, how innocent.

With a deft flick, the lock yielded to his touch, and he slipped inside, the darkness of the room enveloping him with a sense of familiarity. Immediately his nose clung to the scent of your natural aroma that engulfed him, a fragrance that sent a chilling shiver down his spine. Hannibal moved with a predator's grace, his steps silent against the floor. The faint radiance of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, blessing him with an uncanny shadow that he could move across.

As he made his way through your apartment, Hannibal's gaze fell upon the multitude of photographs that adorned the walls. Images of you in various stages of your life prior to him. He stood still, frozen, looking at your life that stared back at him, your eyes seemingly following his every move. He reached out, his fingers brushing up against the cool glass of the frame as if trying to desperatly bridge the gap between himself and you.

A sinful smile curved his lips as he continued his exploration, his eyes drawn to a doorway that led to your devout bedroom. With each step, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and anticipation. He knew he was crossing a line, but the thrill of his own audacity fueled his every move.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Hannibal's breath caught in his throat. There you lay in a peaceful slumber, your chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern appearing to sink up with his own. The moonlight watered through the window casting an ethereal glow over your features. Hannibal's pulse quickened, his fingers yearning to touch, to possess.

He approached the bed with a quiet reverence, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline, the contours of your lips. His touch was a paradox, gentle yet possessive, humane yet sadistic as if he could claim your very essence through his caress. As Hannibal's fingers danced over your exposed skin, he reveled in the sensation, a heady rush of desire and obsession.

But he wasn't content with a simple touch, he deserves more. Slowly, he withdrew a small, gleaming blade from his pocket, the metal glinting in the moonlight blessing you. He held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest, as he brought the blade closer to your skin.

With meticulous precision, he made a shallow incision along the curve of your collarbone, a delicate line that blossomed with a trickle of your holy blood. You stirred slightly in your sleep, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Hannibal watched and lay witness to your presence, eyes wide with a twisted fascination as the blood welled up and flowed along the path he, God, has carved.

A sickening mixture of horror and delight coursed through Hannibal's veins. He leaned closer, instinctually, his lips hovering just above the wound, his breath mingling with the metallic scent of blood, your sacred blood. It was almost too much, the temptation to taste, to possess you even more intimately was irresistible. If you were just another person he would've killed and eaten you by now, but you were no animal for slaughter. You deserve life. You deserve his guidance, you needed it. You needed his eternal love.

He drew his lips to your mark, his mark, and painted his tongue red, cherishing in the feeling of obsession. Hesitant he withdrew his mouth from your wound, leaving behind nothing but a faint red mark. He had to step back before he decided something impulsive, something that wasn't planned until later in your destiny. His heart continued to race with a mix of triumph and euphoria. He had left his mark on you, a testament to his love and devotion.

With one final lingering look at your sound asleep figure, Hannibal slipped back into the shadows, leaving behind the darkness of his desire and the undeniable truth that he would do anything to keep you within his grasp.

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fading beat

yandere vampire choi beomgyu

[inspired by bite me - enyphen] & the vampire diaries

word count:808

"I'm telling you Bonnie, I'm being haunted."

"You know there's no such thing as ghosts. You've said it yourself just a week ago. Why the sudden change?" She laughed knowing you sounded crazy and a little bit hypocritical.

"I-"

"Don't tell me you've actually been seeing something."

You closed your mouth embarrassed to actually say it out loud for once. How could you? You were being haunted... or maybe just paranoid. But it still didn't change the fact that every time you slept the same man appeared out of nowhere. You've never seen him before so why now? Why does he now just show up causing your heart to race?

"Look I'm going to be late to class. I'll see you later." Bonnie left with no other words leaving you to contemplate even telling her in the first place.

You know you sounded crazy but it's the truth. Every dream he was there. Soundless, distant, threatening. And every time it was the same thing. You'd wake up looking around your room in confusion and there he was. He was always standing by your opened window staring at you with no expression.

It scared you. He scared you. And now you saw him all the time. In the car, in the reflection behind you etched with a smile. You've had enough and you were about ready to explode.

Exasperated you turned around heading to your next until you saw him... In the distance hidden by the crowd of people there he stood beckoning you to follow him. Your eyes widened as you witnessed this thing motioning for you to follow him. Of course, you rushed past pushing and shoving without care.

You continued in his path as you saw him push open the back exit.

Your moms going to kill you.

You left the school and saw a glimpse of him looking back at you smiling before walking past trees and heading deeper into the forest. Dropping your stupid bags you ran after him trying to catch him before he decided to disappear but it was too late. You ran deeper into the forest looking left and right without him in sight anymore. Panicked you continued searching not caring about school anymore.

But he wasn't here. He just vanished without a trace. Discouraged and a little lost you leaned against a tree wondering what the hell was happening. First your dreams and now this. What was going on?

"You seem a little lost."

Immediately you looked to see him just standing there calm and collected with a grin.

"Who are you?"

"I think you know who I am, Y/n."

He took a step closer but you rushed past the tree putting as much distance as you could between you and him.

"Who are you and why do you know who I am?"

"Well, I'm not a ghost if that's what you're thinking." He smiled his eyes showing hidden knowledge you didn't know.

"Why-"

"Your dreams must be so interesting for you to willingly come with me."

"Answer my goddamn question."

The man just laughed before moving behind a tree vanishing instantly. You looked around before feeling his breath across your neck.

"You know I can hear your heart beating. Do I make you that nervous?" He laughed as you scrambled away from him as he took pride in your fear.

"What are you?"

"I"ll show you." He whispered as he vanished again appearing not even a second later behind you holding your arms by your side.

"Don't scream too loud," The mystery man smugly stated before piercing the side of your delicate neck with his spiked fangs. You tried to scream but you could only gasp in horror as you felt every ounce of blood being sucked out of you. You could only let out pitiful sounds as your hands sadly tried to pry his jaw off your neck.

Eventually, he let off allowing your weak drained body to fall to the ground. You tried to hold onto your consciousness but the world was spinning so fast that your head couldn't keep up. Everything was moving too fast for you to comprehend.

The man watched as you struggled to stay awake proud of his work. He made his way slowly into your view crouching so you had the pleasure to see his satisfied smile.

"You tasted delicious," He whispered as he listened to your labored breathing.

"We'll have to do this again sometime Y/n." And as he vanished away from your sight you thought you could still feel his presence like a parasite living off your misery. But you knew deep down through your slowly fading consciousness that he was telling the truth for that very moment you'll see him again. Whether in your dreams or a trap made for you, the predator always catches its prey.

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your fantasy

yandere faerie lee taeyong

word count: 2129

Was this a dream? Your hazy mind had no clue. You were standing in the middle of the forest full of shades of the deepest of greens as the moon lit the area around you. It was so overwhelming the beauty of it all. It seemed so ethereal almost fake the way the branches swayed and the overall calmness it evoked from within.

Blue flowers were scattered around where you stood delicate and beautiful under the night sky. You bent down to get a closer look kneeling down to come face-to-face with the abnormal orchid. Never have you seen a flower of such color, the usual being a yellow or pink shade, but this was different. It was unusual in a pleasant intriguing way. In a way where all questions poking your mind vanquished within the gaze of the enchanting flower.

You didn't know where you were or even if you were on the same planet, yet you weren't afraid not the slightest. Maybe this was a dream of sorts one of mystery and temptation.

Standing up you looked around noticing a path. Those flowers again but this time they seemed to lead somewhere distant and far away. One by one they appeared further than your eye could see.

"Weird," You whispered deciding to absently follow their careful guidance. It didn't seem to matter where they were leading you all you wanted to do was to follow them.

Step by step you continued as they lead you away oblivious to the dense fog that arose from the ground encapturing your physique and hiding you from the rest of the world.

"Pretty flowers," You bent down and plucked one from the grass giving it a delicious sniff. Immediately a warm smile graced your face as your eyes closed shut. You really liked this dream…

Giggling you started to prance around chasing the flowers to their seemingly endless point. The wind breathed and laughed with you as the trees swayed and danced in your presence. Little lights of colors flew up beckoning you to follow them their with their auras breathing in union with your own.

Reds, pinks, greens, and purples all swarmed around you making your head spin and your feet dance thoughtlessly around as you chased them.

"Come…" They knowingly whispered making you giggle out loud in a state of oblivious bliss. Dancing around you bent up and down picking up more and more of the sensuous flowers that gathered up in your warm hands not forgetting to smell them and bask in the exhilaration.

But all of a sudden the flowers stopped in their tracks causing you to falter and trip over presumably nothing. With worried eyes, you tightly clutched your bouquet scared to even let a few of them go.

"Aren't the flowers so pretty?" A voice of velvet rang out in a purr. Your smile resumed on your face as you sat up inhaling the beautiful scent again delighted in the returning warm feeling gathering in your insides.

"Yes," You murmured too preoccupied with your task at hand. The stranger kneeled down in front of you admiring your smile and unknowing innocence.

"You know I've never met a human before." He whispered lightly leaning in closer to you. Looking up confused at his absurd statement you finally noticed the great big blue wings that shimmered against the moonlight.

"You're a-"

"A faerie." A knowing smile sneaked its way on his lips and deep down in the back of your mind, behind the fog, you knew this was dangerous. You had to-

"Why don't you smell some more flowers," He spoke out quickly plucking one from beside you, " the blue ones are my favorite." His eyes met yours as he shoved the flower against your face demanding you smell it. His eyes lit up flashing a shade of blue as you breathed in the flower and once again the fog took its place inside your mind ceasing all of your worries.

"Dance with me." You took his hand, his soft delicate cold hand that pulled you up with ease as he dragged you along willing to dance among the flowers and trees. A smile appeared on your face as you both moved back and forth not minding the silence nor the increasing presence of others arriving.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't want to but something was telling you to run away, but why? You giggled at the thought and continued in your magical waltz with the faerie as he twirled you around and round. Not once did his hands leave your body either taking seize of your hand or laying hold on your waist, but you didn't mind.

"Stay with me…" He whispered as he slowed the dancing to a halt while keeping you facing toward him. The faerie's wings fluttered in anticipation at your answer hoping it'll be the right one but you couldn't. Everything was a muddled mess the flowers, the forest, the faerie looming over you awaiting an answer.

But there it was again, that voice that whispered a warning. This time you would listen.

"I don't even know your name." The words tumbled out of your mouth while your face frowned into anxiety.

"Taeyong. My name is Taeyong." You looked up tracing his details with your eyes. He is so beautiful.

"My name is-,"

"Y/N." He whispered as his admiration grew alongside his expression. "I know," Taeyong smirked as the flash of blue moved across his eyes again.

"I think I should go home now, Taeyong." His wings jittered aggressively at your comment while his eyebrows furrowed together. Was it anger, confusion, or annoyance? Part of you wanted to know but the other half advised against it. The faerie may be enchanting but something was off about him. He wasn't like the faeries you read in story books.

A hand touched your face and you were reminded of your situation. Taeyong asked again for you to stay with him this time with a little more force to his words as his hand hooked onto your neck.

"I really think I should go home now…" Nervously you watched as he smiled wider than before.

"You are in my forest." He spoke louder as his other hand joined your neck. "You smelled my flowers. I know you'll like it here. So why don't you just say yes?" With a tilt of his head, he continued reminding you that you were most definitely in his land in his territory.

"We could live happily together. Dancing, talking… being in love. All of this until the end of time." A gut-wrenching wave of realization hit you as Taeyong spoke of his future intentions with you. You tried to move back but he just moved with you following your timid steps.

"I know what you want. I know your deepest desires, Y/N." He whispered moving his hands down along your arms down to your hands gripping them tightly as he intertwined them within his own.

"Don't you want to live in pure bliss forever? Don't you want to know what it's like to have everything you've ever wanted?"

"I want to go home Taeyong! I have a family and a life that doesn't include whatever crazy delusion this is!" Exasperated you breathed in calming yourself first, "Wake up, Y/N. Wake. Up." You closed your eyes tightly trying to wake up from whatever dream this was. It was fun at first but now it was getting frightening.

Taeyong's once calm demeanor suddenly flipped as he sneered at your comment. "You won't be able to escape me that easily," Emiting a low growl he quickly moved your hands closer to him as you struggled against him.

"Hear my words!" The sudden shout frightened you as you looked up finally noticing the others who have gathered around as they encircled you and Taeyong together. "I chose Y/N L/N as my mate, my only soulmate." The words shocked you as your efforts slowed in disbelief. You tried to grab his attention begging him with pleas of no's but he paid no mind to your pathetic cries.

"I promise to love, to hold, and to cherish my only chosen," With angry eyes, he moved your left hand to his chest as he pressed his own to yours. "May death fear our carnation. May time fear our uniting." With a slight jolt of energy, his hand began to emit a blinding light against your cheast that pricked your entire body. You tried to pull away fearfully but hissed in pain at the sad attempt. "Even the gods of the land will hear of our procreation and rejoice in absolution." A stinging pain filled your bones as your own hand started to light up too.

"You are going to stay with me, forever." Taeyong lowered his gaze to your own as you cried at the pain. The prickling sensation seemed to increase by the second as the light grew brighter and brighter.

"I told you," He heaved as his eyes became glossy, " you won't escape me that easily." Simaltaniusoly you both fell at the increase in pain that seemed to even affect Taeyong this time. Groans filled the forest as you writhed against Taeyong unable to move away from him. He too seemed to twist in agony too making him pull you closer flush against his chest and hand still pressed onto you.

Little by little you could hear the sounds of chanting growing louder as the force of nature swayed in symphony, in ultimate divine aggreance. You tried to make out the words using what little consciousness you had but failed leaving only a guttural of annoyance. Taeyong only seemed to grow more and more unsteady as his hand tangled itself in your hair letting out an erotic moan that sparked something inside you.

"No, no no no-" You mumbled as you grew hot at the feeling of his silken lips against your burning neck.

"I need you," He groaned as he lavished your neck causing you to moan the same erotic sound he made not too long ago. Taeyong continued to leach off your neck nipping, licking, and sucking every inch of it. Unwilling you fell into the trap of arousal influenced by his damned stimulation. Both of you were twitching in invigoration excited by the lust that filled the air all around.

Taeyong erratically moved to the side of your neck making sure to kiss it all around. "I'll love you forever," A deep inhale between the two of you arose as he devoured your aroma. A broken moan left your lips as he grazed his lips delicately this time, "Taeyong-", within an instant, his delicate touch was erased. A scream of pain erupted as you felt his teeth sink in harder as he clamped down on your neck not letting go. Tears fled your eyes faster before as blood trickled down your neck and around his fevered mouth.

You tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge. After a few seconds, he released you as you both came down from the high fervor, panting and completely out of breath. The chanting stopped and the force of nature calmed down together with you, it had to be over. Please be over.

"I'll find you Y/N." The faerie panted looking psychotic as blood dripped from his lips onto his neck and chest. "You'll always be mine." He whispered as he petted your head calming your frizzy hair and pulling you closer to his body.

Your eyesight began to blur as you started to drift off into sleep, "I'll love you Y/N," Taeyong whispered as he laid your head onto his shoulder hugging you tightly before everything faded to an empty abyss. "Until the end of time…"

-

You gasped and jerked awake feeling dizzy and sweaty as your mind started to wake back up. What kind of dream was that? Groaning you grasped your head feeling the worst headache coming on but as you did so you felt a sting all along the side of your neck. You stopped what you were doing immediately and slowed your breathing.

"No, no no…" You held your breath as you brought your hand slowly to your neck scared of what you might find. You touched it and almost let out a sob at the feeling. Dried blood with an open wound the size of a bite mark.

Looking around terrified at finding the faerie in the room your eyes caught sight of something else… a bouquet of blue flowers that were placed gently on your window seal.

A dreaded cry sounded as your hand flew to your mouth. It was real…

"It wasn't a dream…"

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100 ways

yandere spirit emperor nakamoto yuta

[inspired by 100 ways - jackson wang]

word count: 1578

They say there was a battle. Nearly all have heard of it, spoken it, and understood it.

Approximately a hundred years ago, there was an emperor. Someone of great power, someone of magic and sorcery. Some tried to deny his power, hoping to water down the fear that he still truly invokes inside us all. Because even in death, he still haunts the minds of the people, his reign never truly ending.

They say he drove kings to madness, women into widows, and children into orphans. They say he turned his enemies into trees. The Warriors of the Forest are what he called them. As an act of revenge, he tortured and commanded the spirits to serve him even after their death, showing no peace nor mercy. A slave to his name, his Forest of the Damned.

But the people rose up. Tired of his dynasty, tired of his legacy. So they came together and overcame the emperor, slitting his throat in the very forest he created. His reign was over. The pain, the loss, and the bloodshed were finally over. But the people never recovered.

Rumors spread among others hearing his name being spoken through the leaves of his trees in the Forest of the Damned. Or his deceitful laugh being heard amongst the gust of the wind as it picked up. Some believed these "ghost stories", others did not. You couldn't wrap your head around something as peculiar as the supernatural. It seemed impossible for a spirit to haunt a forest.

Yes, the stories are true, and it as real as the scars it left behind, but rumors are simply just rumors. There's no such thing as ghosts or spirits, and that's what you were going to prove.

The sun was setting, creating a hue of warm colors as night braced itself for return. Orange, red, and yellow painted the sky as you headed in the direction of the sacred forest. You wanted to prove these sightings wrong, that there was no such thing as spirits.

The forest was dead silent as the whispers of the leaves swayed in the seemingly peaceful atmosphere. You felt calm, almost. As if there was nothing to truly fear.

Everything seemed so normal.

But the deeper you traveled the darker things seemed to get. The once bright sky was replaced with the haunting moon's shadow. The trees that were once peaceful and full of life now seemed to diminish in numbers. Now they've turned rotten, dead, and eerie. With the addition of fog, everything became sinister. Everything seemed... alive.

The trees groaned as if begging for the light to return. And the crows cawed, warning you not to travel any further. But most importantly the wind picked up, bringing goosebumps all along your arms. You shivered at the feeling of the cold picking at your skin and cursed yourself for deciding to prove these rumors false.

A little time went by of the occasional fright and by the time you knew it the scenery had all changed.

Instead of the dead gruesome type of branches, there were now beautiful orange leaves that graced them. No longer did they feel sinister they felt peaceful at last. This forest had changed, and it had left you feeling safe among the bright colors.

"Wow..." You had whispered and the same gust of wind picked up echoing something unexpected. A laugh. An empty vile chuckle that left you stopping dead in your tracks.

Frozen in place you scanned the area, looking for something, anyone that could have made that sound. But all you saw were trees. Endless in sight, no one was there.

Carefully you started to lightly step, but there it was again. That laugh. It was breathy and full of something that seemed to unwillingly call to you. The leaves began to shake violently in sight as the wind increased, pushing you forward in its chosen path.

But you could see something, in the distance shrouded in light, was a figure. It seemed like it was waiting for you.

"Come to me..." The wind called as his hand reached out the leaves above fluttering around his aura. This time you didn't fight it. willing you walked faster, curious as to who he was. Everything about him, it, was a mystery. The halo that surrounded him, the leaves that whirled in a circle growing wider as you came nearer, and him... He seemed godly.

You shouldn't have, but your curiosity overcame your logic.

"Who are you?" You murmured as you stepped into his rushing circle of leaves, watching as his body of light took form. Face to face he seemed to watch your confused expression in satisfied glee.

"An emperor..." He sang drawing you closer as his hands rose from his sides forming a sequence of movements that you seemed controlled to copy at his will, your will.

"A god..." He whispered against your face as he became clearer and clearer. His movements stopped and so did yours as he became what he once was... alive. Full of flesh and bones, no longer just a shadow or a form of light put together by dead leaves, but a man capable of doing what he set out to do.

Your eyes widened as his appearance struck a chord in your heart and mind. The stories, the legends, the history...

"Y-your,"

"Call me Yuta." He spoke as his voice was no longer a rasp but something that oozed life. His eyes sparkled, gleamingly at your shaking appearance. He knew his effect on you, and he certainly enjoyed it.

"How could I ever repay you?" His mouth slithered into a knowing smirk, his tone condescending.

"Oh Y/N..." His warm hand danced across your face, painting it with his fingertips.

"Thank you..." His hands traveled down to your neck...

"You saved me from this eternal prison."

"Please... Don't hurt my people." You managed to say against his scrutinizing gaze.

"Oh baby..." His smile turned downward.

"I have spent years trapped, caged to a place of my making. Year after year, day after day I lay waiting for a mere soul like yours to come to aid me. And here you are, asking for me to spare your friends." A mischievous grin shined across his features.

"Maybe if you beg... I'll consider it. So beg. Beg for me, Y/N. Beg for your friend's lives."

"Pl-"

"On your knees." With fearful eyes, you watched as his grin doubled in size, his shining teeth appearing before you. Slowly you assumed the position, landing on your knees before him. The devil from the stories countless have told you, enjoying the sight of a pretty soul like yours kneeling at his very command.

"Please, Yuta," You said as your gaze traveled downward, tears sliding down your face. "I-"

"Look at me, Y/N." Slim fingers gripped your downcasted face, moving it harshly towards him. The same breathy laugh escaped his lips.

"Look at me when you beg."

"I beg of you, Yuta..." His finger whipped your tear, taking the essence into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

"Don't kill my friends..." Eyes of lust looked down upon you, admiring your fearful face.

"It's almost as of you're purposefully tempting me," His hand crawled onto the back of your scalp grasping your hair tightly.

", with your innocent gaze, the tears that feed my years of hunger, and of course..." His other hand moved toward your lips, shoving two fingers unwilling into your mouth, "... who could resist a pretty (boy/girl) like you."

More tears cascaded down as his laugh echoed throughout the forest, removing his hands from both your hair and mouth.

"Here's what," He kneeled down at eye level with you, "how about we make a trade?" You nodded scared to say no.

"What would you give to save those you love?"

"Anything." You gasped desperately.

"Give me your life." He whispered erotically in your face, daring you to say no to him. Looking into his eyes you searched for a way around this. For the sake of your village, for your people, you knew this was the only way...

"Okay..." You whispered as more and more tears poured from your eyes. You were frightened. The only feeling was pure unfiltered fear as you thought of what this meant for you. If he was even going to keep his end of the deal. It was too late... you were his...

"Oh my poor pretty soul, don't cry." He uttered taking you into his arms of iron.

"I promise," He declared into your ear, "they will have quick death, a painless one thanks to you."

"No no no no-" You blubbered on and on into his shoulder as your pathetic wails fell upon his deaf ears.

And there again goes his laugh louder and bolder as you keened and begged for him to save them.

"Please, please, please, Yuta, please-"

"Shhh- My conquest has only just begun."

Yuta rose up taking you in his arms as he made his way deeper into the ever growing forest as the trees formed into the land that was once at his command.

But the only thing you could think of was the lives you had just taken with your foolish choice. This is because of you. If not for your curiosity he would still be trapped.

You were wrong. The supernatural exist. And now you have to pay the consequences of your foolish ambition.

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waves of desire

[requested]

yandere pirate kim hongjoong

word count: 1101

The sounds of waves crashing made your heart slow to a steady beat. The sun warmed the cold feeling that had numbed your thinking. Isn't this what you loved? This was the future you had wanted. You've always dreamed of life out on the sea, no land to hold you back, and no one to tell you what to do.

Isn't this what you wanted...

That fateful day he saved you. He took you from the ashes of your home and village and he rescued you. He promised that you would be safe from harm, from trouble, and safe from all things that threatened your existence. No matter how big or small he had promised to be there.

You wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him. Your rescuer, your captain, your lover. Kim Hongjoong.

He was a brave man that fought against the evil of the mainland. He was the sea encaptured within the body of a mere mortal man. Fierce and raging against all who threatened to end his rule of the vast ocean. But to those who truly knew him, he was a man of honor, of beauty, of sanctity. Hongjoong was powerful and with his crew by his never-ending side, his name was known and feared throughout the land and sea.

You love him. All of him.

His eyes. Fiery and determined. Unwilling to let go of the one thing he desires.

His laugh. Enlightening and entrancing as if the myths of sirens were real.

That's why you loved him. That's why you married him.

On the deck of a ship that rocked from side to side as the waves crashed and cheered at your union. It was all so perfect. The very life you dreamt of as a child now finally a reality.

It was all so perfect...

But your heart was racing. The sun was too bright. The waves were too loud. It all clouded your judgment, your thinking, your mind. And he... He hindered it all.

From the beginning, he said he loved you. That he would do anything for you.

"See, Y/n. Even the high seas rejoice in our bond..."

You didn't think he meant it literally. You felt sick. Your stomach turned in on itself as it threw up the food that was once there.

"Did you have to burn Y/n's village down, Captain?"

"Of course I did. I would have burned hundreds of villages for them. I would have killed thousands for them to be in my arms for all of eternity."

His words rang in your ears like a bell as they repeated over and over and over again. That pain was his fault. He burned your home down. He burned your people down. Children, wives, and husbands were all slain under his strict orders.

You had thought it was the other known bandits who targeted your home. But it was him. All this time he held you, whispering sweet things in your ears as his hands traveled further and further down. All this time his hands had the blood of your people stained on them. The blood of your parents.

And you had loved him. You had kissed him, held him, cherished him all while he had that smirk of knowing.

"Y/n you don't look so good," Seonghwa replied as his hands carefully reached to your back, but you could barely hear him. The first mate's words sounded so distant and far away that even your breathing seemed louder.

Should you jump?

But Seonghwa knew all too well before you could act on your thoughts. His once gentle hands turned rough as they bounded your hands behind your back as you thrashed in a hopeless resistance.

"Let me go, Seonghwa!" He didn't answer as he dragged your body away from the edge and toward the all too familiar Captain's Corner. You started sobbing as you continued to struggle against his firm hold, thrashing and throwing your entire body weight in desperate hopes of escaping.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the mahogany door chiseled in gold that screamed power and pure sophistication.

"Come in." His voice echoed as Seonghwa threw you into the room, locking the door as he made his way out.

"Oh baby," He whispered, getting up slowly as he made his way towards you.

"Why," His footsteps stopped as they reached in front of you.

"Why did you burn my village?" You cried out softly, pressing your face down into the floor. Maybe the smaller you shrunk the more he won't be able to see you. As ridiculous as it seems you hoped it worked, but he knew. Hongjoong knew you all too well. And he knew your hints of submission all too familiarly.

"Oh my poor baby," Hongjoong muttered in sweet sympathy. You heard his sword unsheath and you immediately grasped onto his boots deathly tight.

"Please... don't kill me..." You pleaded without looking into his eyes. His lying eyes.

"My sweet Y/n. You know I won't kill you." The metal of his sword wound up under your chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze.

"I did it for you." Your eyes gleamed as they filled to the brim with tears.

"You are my treasure, my desire...And I just couldn't have anyone else sharing you." You tried to look away but the threat of the blade was enough to keep you still.

"Now," Hongjoong whispered as he leaned forward, "be a good (boy/girl) and stay here." He stood up straight as he made his way back to his desk grabbing a few things. You stayed still afraid of what he might do if you tried to make your way out of there. Even if you did you'd be stranded in the sea, lost and at prey to the waves,

Hongjoong made his way back to your trembling body with a beautifully made porcelain teacup in hand. With utter delicacy he kneeled down, moving your head towards the mysterious drink.

"Drink up." He whispered and forced the tea down your throat. As the warmth spread threw your throat and down around your body, you began to feel different. Almost as if you were a cloud as you let the tea do its work. Your vision was next as it wanned from blurry to somewhat normal.

"Everything will be better, baby. I promise." With a gleam in his eye and a sly smile making its way across his face, you let your senses go, falling into his warm embrace.

"I will never let you go, my sweet desire."

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the sun and the moon

yandere emperor park seonghwa

word count: 4025

sex scene does occur

amab afab are both included so just continue to scroll down once you get to the mark

Park Seonghwa never wanted a life of the material. Wealth, silks, and jewels were all meaningless in his eyes. It didn't matter that he was an emperor. A ruler who many seemed to adore and drool at the sight of. And it certainly didn't matter if he was constantly paraded and praised either. Gold coins and hand-picked flowers thrown as his horse carried him through the crowd. The people raising their hands in fever calling out his name with passion and adoration.

Park Seonghwa was not a man of leisure or luxury either. He found meaning in the beauty that surrounded him. The everlasting sun and its warm gaze. The moon and its calm blanket that wrapped both him and the night in.

He treasured real things. Love, romance, life. And he's dreamed of it all. The happily ever after, the warmth, the passion. Seonghwa has read countless books and tales of everlasting love. Love that could make the grounds shake beneath them and even make the tides change. Love that is unconditional. Love that exceeds the demands of time and death itself. Park Seonghwa has always wanted that. Not wealth nor power. Not praise nor glory. Just the hand of his lover encased in his own under the gaze of the world.

Since his coming-of-age celebration, his council of seven pressed for a marriage. Whether arranged or not, a bond was needed to make him appear stronger in the eyes of other nations. As pointless as it sounded to him, a spark of hope awoken deep inside him. All the stories engraved in his head were coming forward in his mind. Maybe this was finally the chance for love. True love. Not like the other times when prostitutes or other lowly whores would try to through themselves at him, dreaming of a night with the emperor.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find the person he was made to love.

From this point on he, along with his council, began searching for a person worthy of wedding. But it was only in the interest of the kingdom. It wasn't his love or his heart that were prioritized. They never were. And they never will be.

His dreams of love were destroyed. Day after day he met new candidates bashing their stupid eyelashes or trying to flirt obnoxiously at him in hopes of seducing him. The whole experience was dull, lifeless, and annoying.

How would he ever survive life at this rate? Without the promise of another… his heart couldn't bear that weight. The weight of a thousand gods with the agony of the raging seas abroad.

Seonghwa felt his life slip further and further away. Date after date, piece after piece. Emptier and emptier. Not even the sun brought its warmth. Nor the moon its comfort.

"Love-" He sniffled, "-is a l-lie…" The pure light of the moon lit his path as he walked further and further down into the green meadow. As he braced the harsh cold breeze he felt nothing compared to his aching heart and pounding head.

Tears fell across his red brazen cheeks. Seonghwa looked up, stopping in his tracks, as he gloomed at the seemingly once-perfect moon.

"All I've wanted," His knees buckled harshly into the ground painfully, "was love…" Seonghwa preached as if the moon itself could change that. As if the moon was capable of granting his every wish. It wouldn't hurt if he tried.

Seonghwa closed his wet teary eyes, and put every feeling and every fiber of want need into his wish.

…I wish for true love…

But nothing happened. He reopened his eyes and immediately felt worse than before as he gazed up upon the moon.

"Please…" He whispered desperately, hoping for some response, any response.

His once-full-of-life eyes closed again as the pain of his heart became almost too unbearable to withstand. His hands reached for the ground as he loomed over, curling in a position that made him seem smaller. Like a child, he cried holding himself as if he was made of glass. As if his whole consciousness was shattering. As if his very reality was breaking.

Seonghwa's loud sobs seemed neverending as they dulled out his surroundings. But unknowing to him, a figure slowly approached slowly. Curious, concerned, and ever so worried at the man whimpering before them. A mere stranger whose empathy washed over like a calm crusade of waves against the sand.

"It'll be okay…" Seonghwa didn't even bother to look up. He didn't have the strength to even try.

"How? Wh-when I have no-" Mid-sentence a soothing, and enlightening warm, hand was placed upon his mid-back. Seonghwa's spine tingled and seemed to light up on fire at the simple gesture.

He shifted his lump of a body around towards the affectionate voice of his rescuer, you…

Seonghwa's glistening glazed eyes refocused onto your own. And you were beautiful. Face full of affection. Of love? Of love… You were his wish come true. His gift from the moon. His little moon that came to rescue him from his despair.

But your expression changed all too soon for his liking.

"My Emperor-," You removed your hand and scooted away from him in shock, "Forgive me, my Emperor." You gathered yourself and bowed as low as you possibly could, forehead touching the ground in a sign of deep respect.

It took a while for Seonghwa to register what had happened with his thoughts still caught on your beauty.

"Please- don't be sorry." He whispered so softly that even you had trouble hearing him in the dead silence of the night.

"What's your name?" He murmured.

"Y/n, my Emperor."

Seonghwa hesitated, unsure of the words threatening to break loose from the tip of his tongue.

"Just hold me, Y/n" He whispered as he slowly climbed your way on all fours. A child crawling towards his mother. A lover crawling towards their lover.

You watch as time moved slowly as he made his way toward you. Who were you to deny the Emperor? Even though he appears vulnerable at a time like this, his powerful aura outweighs any words of resistance coming from your mouth.

His head lay on your shoulder as he positioned himself snuggly in between your legs clinging to your warm body.

You were frozen. Especially at the feeling of someone like him right up against you. The Emperor's actions would be deemed more than unorthodox in the eyes of the kingdom and his council. But here he lay in between your legs as if you've known him for centuries.

The fact is you were scared. In this situation, he held all the power no matter his state of mind. A person like yourself, with zero status, could be beaten for touching him like this. If you refused him what would happen to you? What would happen to your family?

All you had wanted this night was a still walk in the moonlight. Instead, you lay on the fresh grass with a powerful man capable of destroying your entire life, cuddling you.

But your consciousness felt somewhat responsible for him now. I mean how can you deny a person, no matter of status, the comfort that they needed?

Slowly you moved your arms around his obviously delicate body, encasing him in your presence. As you did so he moved further into your embrace, molding himself against your skin.

Arms wrapped around each other. Legs entangled upon the moon. And bodies intertwined within each other.

It confused you. An Emperor both great, kind, and strong, now laying here wounded, alone, and desperate. Never in your life would you have expected such a sight before you.

After a few moments of hushing and affirmations falling from your lips to his ears, he had finally calmed down. Your soothing whispers lulling him into a dream-like state.

"My Y/n. My moon." Seonghwa's voice rasped against the stillness of the meadow, breaking the long silence. He shifted his head now looking into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. With a drag of his hand, he reached to your face cupping it… like a lover would…

The Emperor's eyes sparkled in a way you've never witnessed quite before with anyone else. It was deep and as grand as the mysteries of the night. His lips held a soft smile, pink and plush.

"My beautiful moon." He whispered again, but this time close enough for you to feel his warm breath against the cool of your skin.

"Why do you call me that my Emperor?" You spoke softly under his entrancing gaze afraid to speak any louder. You felt nervous, for the many stories of his appearance do not serve justice to the ungodly sight before you here. Here in the night under the watchful stars and the loving moon itself.

"I've been waiting for my chance of love. All my life dreaming of someone to share my every breath with. Someone to love, hold, and truly cherish unlike any other treasure known to man. The stories I've read cannot describe the feeling of what meeting your soulmate might feel like. But I understand now. Now I've found you. You are my moon as I am your sun. And my love for you will be neverending as so the stars in the sky. My moon, my rescuer, my soulmate."

And with that, he leaned ever so tenderly as he placed his lips to your own. Gentle, warm, and enticing were just a few of the words that came to mind. With the sway of his words and the shift of his lips, you were left unable to think for yourself.

The fears and worries you held close to your source of logic simply faded away as the seconds passed. His hands softly touched your waist and applied light pressure as his passion increased. The Emperor ravished your lips without fear of any consequence which in turn caused you to let go with him.

Unwilling Seonghwa pulled away with a light breathy chuckle that fanned across your blushing face.

"You look so beautiful." He said moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Come with me…" Seonghwa stood up pulling you along with a slight force that went unnoticed by you. Willing you followed though, not missing the twinge of fire sparkling deep within his seemingly kind eyes.

“My Emperor-“

“Call me Seonghwa.”

“Yes, Seonghwa.” Your heart fluttered at calling him his true name instead of a title. It made everything more exciting, thrilling, and sincere.

The both of you kept walking together, hand in hand unwilling to let go for even a second. The comfortable silence and the occasional glances at each other made you giggle as Seonghwa led you ways away from where you two once lay.

The place he kept on walking towards was a mystery to you but it didn't matter. Questions, reason, and logic were all thrown out the window the moment his lips touched yours. For some reason, your mind could not think of any red flags, and it wasn't like you wanted to see them anyway.

The way, he spoke about love, true love, had you questioning everything you’ve ever known to be true about it. Of course, you’ve had past relationships before, but none of them measured up to this interaction. Seonghwa had dethroned them all within a single night, within a single kiss.

You too had dreamed of a whirlwind romance. Something out of fairytales laced with eternal love that lasts longer than life itself. Was this it? Was this the romance you’d dreamt of? Was Seonghwa your meant to be? But it felt all too good to be true…

The castle was within a few minutes of walking and you finally seemed to snap back awake from your trance. What was happening? Confusion formed on your face as your grip on Seonghwa's hand loosened.

But he felt it. His grip tightened harshly as you hissed in slight pain at the new pressure applied. All he did though was turn his head towards you in an innocent smile that reached all the way up to his eyes.

"Seonghwa-"

"Yes, my love."

"Can we please stop?" You whispered clearly, but all he did was chuckle in response as he tugged you alongside him.

"Seonghwa-"

"Just wait, we're almost home." He cheered happily, tightening his hold on you even more so, as he deliberately ignored your plea.

"Seonghwa I said can we stop, please? I don't think this-"

With a one-eighty turn, he faced you with a craze in his eyes that shut you up immediately. You tried to pull back to get him to lose his hold on you, but he just stared you down.

"Seonghwa I have a family. A home. I- I don't even know you that well. We just met. I-."

"You think I care? You are my love. My gift from the moon." He said with a fire burning his tongue and eyes that began to water again.

"I had wanted love since the moment I was born " He whispered as a crazed smile formed under the moonlight. "You are for me to love. And we are going to live together and love each other and be together until this world burns." Seonghwa chuckled as he took light steps towards you searching your eyes for any reciprocation.

"I love you, Y/n. I love you so, so, so much."

Your breathing increased as you tried to walk back from him as he took the same steps toward you. Seonghwa's deathly grip on your hand remained as he continued his I love you's-

"You are my soulmate, Y/n. You can't just leave me. You can't just leave me after the moon gave you to me. Can't you see we are meant to be? Even the sun and moon say so. Even the gods have to agree." Your eyes widened as he kept on talking about your fate together. But all you could think of was your family, your home, your life.

"Seonghwa please, just let go and we can talk about this-"

"No!" He yelled with a new fever as he animalisticly lunged for your other arm to entrap, but you had moved out of the way causing him to plunge to the ground, letting your hand go in the process. With a new sense of urgency, you fucking booked it trying to get as far away as possible from him.

"Don't leave me!" Seonghwa roared as he got up quicker than expected. Your heartbeat increased as you tried to quicken your feet to go faster.

"You can't leave me, Y/n!" Seonghwa yelled as his speed dramatically increased. Not even two seconds had passed as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you. You tried to speed up but it was too late.

With the speed of light, Seonghwa leaped forward catching your body as he took you down with him. As you both tumbled to the ground, Seonghwa slithered upright pulling your ankles back to him as he got on top of you and straddled your body, caging you with his weight.

"You are not fucking leaving me." He whispered aggressively, panting as he grabbed the sides of your head, making sure you were looking at him.

You struggled underneath him for a few moments before deciding to give up. He was obviously stronger than you and it was pointless to try. With a loss of hope, you began to cry as you tried to pathetically remove his dirty hands from your face.

"Sh sh sh shhh-" He whispered lovingly, forcefully as he pressed his face against your own like a cat marking its territory.

"My moon. My moon. My moon. My moon." Seonghwa repeated as he nuzzled your face moving to your neck breathing your sweaty musk in.

"I am going to love you." A kiss.

"And adore you." A kiss.

"And please you." A kiss.

"Until the gods have to rip me away from you," Seonghea whispered against your neck as he sucked making sure to nip at your skin leaving a purple-red mark in its place.

"Seonghwa… Please…" You begged with tears falling from your eyes. But he never stopped. His hands skid across yours pushing them into the ground above your head. You felt so helpless, so pathetic as he laced every inch of your face and neck with kisses and hickies.

"My. Precious. Moon." He looked down at you admiring you, his work of art, his gift.

With adoration and love, Seonghwa started to undress slowly under the loving moon, never taking his eyes off yours. And once that was completed he undressed you too, slowly pealing every layer off your body. He was so proud you didn't even fight him on it. You must love him too then.

"You look so beautiful, Y/n." He whispered as he trailed new kisses against your body. This time was different though. Instead of your neck he trailed them down to your chest leaving more marks on your body.

Seonghwa moved to your nippled playfully suckling it as his hand gave attention to the other one. You hated it. You hated yourself even more so for enjoying it.

His delicate tongue danced across your skin in a way that no one else even came close to. And as his mouth traveled further and further down south, you couldn't help but anticipate with lust the things that were about to take place, under the stars.

amab

Seonghwa gripped your waist with such feeling as his mouth reached closer and closer to your half-hardened dick. But all he did was stare. Not at your face, not into your eyes, but at it. And his eyes had a hunger like no other brewing in him that you knew was bound to explode any second.

With love-crazed eyes, his mouth opened slightly blowing gently in order to elicit a response from you. As you shivered at the action, Seonghwa started to place light butterfly kisses all around, not missing a single inch. And within a few seconds, your cock was hard, leaking pre-cum, and waiting with eagerness at the thought of his pretty mouth touching the very thing that was now painfully aching.

"Your dick is so pretty, baby." He whispered, warm breath fanning across it as it twitched in return.

"Seonghwa…" You manage to breathe out, unable to focus on anything other than the man in between your legs, and the throbbing sensation now overwhelming all your other senses.

"It hurts doesn't it, baby," Seonghwa whispers moving up back to your mouth, passionately kissing and exploring it. You moan into the kiss wanting everything he can offer and more.

With light fingers, Seonghwa traces the tip causing a gasp to escape your mouth with ease.

"Let me help you, Y/n." His light traces are replaced with a slow tantalizing grip moving up and down too slowly.

"Make me feel good, Seonghwa." You manage to moan breathlessly out for him.

"Anything for you, my moon." And with that, he returns to your hard problem, trading his hands for his pretty mouth making you release a guttural sound at the feeling.

His tongue, his mouth, and his movement felt all too good. And with every passing second his pace fastens causing you to grip the grass as the pleasure increases overwhelmingly so.

Seonghwa's tongue swirls and licks your dick as his mouth fastens around your throbbing cock and at this point, you can't hold anything back anymore.

Groans, moans, and other gutturals escape without caution from your mouth and you can tell that he's enjoying it too. Your hips start to move at the pace he sets and you can't help but buck into his mouth, fucking it in the process. The tightening coil in your stomach feels as if it's going to rupture into Seonghwa's beautiful mouth.

Faster and faster Seonghwa goes, placing his hands on your hips to keep both you and him steady. More and more moans spill from your mouth as you're about to come undone. With one last thrust and one last lustful suck, you spill your seed into his hungry mouth going dizzy as the stars blur together.

Breathless and light-headed you stare up at the moon eyes closed and a shaking mess as Seonghwa continues to suck your dick, making sure to milk you dry, taking every last drop for himself.

As he finishes his feast, he comes back up and kisses you passionately again as he lays to rest on top of you.

"We are going to live happily ever after, my Y/n," Seonghwa whispers. And at this point, you can't even think about the consequences of your actions. Nothing is in your mind other than the pleasure that occurred and the sleepiness that takes a toll.

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Seonghwa gripped your waist with such feeling as his mouth reached closer and closer to your core. But all he did was stare. Not at your face, not into your eyes, but at it. And his eyes had a hunger like no other brewing in him that you knew was bound to explode any second.

With love-crazed eyes, his mouth opened slightly blowing gently on your wet cunt in order to elicit a response from you. As you shivered at the action, Seonghwa dipped his face further in between your legs breathing in your aroma, breathing in your lust. It was becoming unbearable as his nose brushed upon your clit every few seconds. You were aching at the simplest of touches.

"Your pussy is so pretty, baby." He whispered, warm breath fanning across it as it groaned in return.

"Seonghwa…" You manage to breathe out, unable to focus on anything other than the man in between your legs, and the throbbing sensation now overwhelming all your other senses.

"It hurts doesn't it, baby," Seonghwa whispers moving up back to your mouth, passionately kissing and exploring it. You moan into the kiss wanting everything he can offer and more.

With light fingers, Seonghwa traces your slit, moving up and down, causing a gasp to escape your mouth with ease.

"Let me help you, Y/n." His light traces are soon replaced with his starved mouth making sure to lick up all the essence that you produce.

"Make me feel good, Seonghwa." You manage to moan breathlessly out for him.

"Anything for you, my moon." And with that, he returns to your aching problem, trading his slower movements for more sharp and precise ones using his talented tongue to make guttural sounds escape your mouth.

His tongue, his mouth, and his movement felt all too good. And with every passing second his pace fastens causing you to grip the grass as the pleasure increases overwhelmingly so.

Seonghwa's tongue swirls and licks your needy cunt as he continues to ravish you.

Groans, moans, and other gutturals escape without caution from your mouth and you can tell that he's enjoying it too. Your hips start to move at the pace he sets and you can't help but buck into his mouth, fucking it in the process. The tightening coil in your stomach feels as if it's going to rupture into Seonghwa's beautiful mouth any time soon.

Faster and faster Seonghwa goes, placing his hands on your hips to keep both you and him steady. More and more moans spill from your mouth as you're about to come undone. With one last lick and one last lustful suck, you orgasm seeing the stars blur together in a dizzy whirlwind.

Breathless and light-headed you stare up at the moon eyes closed and a panting mess as Seonghwa continues to lap up your essence, making sure to drink it all, taking every last drop for himself.

As he finishes his feast he comes back up and kisses you passionately again as he lays to rest on top of you.

"We are going to live happily ever after, my Y/n," Seonghwa whispers. And at this point, you can't even think about the consequences of your actions. Nothing is in your mind other than the pleasure that occurred and the sleepiness that takes a toll.

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number one fan

yandere fanboy jung wooyoung

word count: 1695

It was Saturday night, and Wooyoung was mindlessly scrolling through twitter when all of a sudden, you. It was a mindless tweet concerning your newest comeback.

"OMG Y/n (or nickname) looks so good in this comeback please step on me!!!" Usually, when things like that popped up on his feed he would just scroll past it without a single thought. But attached to the tweet was a video. A fancam… of you. And to say the least, the dance was a little… provocative. Sensual.

Wooyoung doesn't recall how many times he watched that exact fancam, but he knows that after that things weren't ever the same. That night he searched and scoured every source of media he had downloaded. Youtube, twitter, google, etc. If you had a favorite show, he found out about. Books, clothes, height, weight, and even more was all discovered by Wooyoung. It felt right. Your group, the concept, and even more so you.

Jung Wooyoung was your biggest fan. Almost everyone knew it. He posted every clip he could find of you, bought every album, every product you had used or mentioned, and he even got into dancing too. He wasn't very good at first but he practiced day and night in the hopes of one day impressing you. His one and only idol. For you, he'd do anything. He'd go anywhere. And he did.

This was your first world concert, and you bet your ass he pulled out multiple devices trying to get front-row seats.

So there he was, standing next to the barricade cheering and screaming your name as loud as he could.

He dressed in his sexiest clothing, did his makeup, his hair, all for you. And it was all worth it when he finally saw you. Your beauty was blinding, and he was frozen. Stuck to floor as his eyes looked at every strand of hair and every flawless flaw he could find adorned on you. You were perfect.

Wooyoung screamed your name as loud as he could muster and you noticed! You looked at him! Your eyes showed him that affection that he knew know one else deserved. You loved him just as he loved you!

Throughout the night he continued to scream various "i love you!"" and "Y/n!" until his voice grew horse. Even then he stilled admired your figure and still whispered how much he loved you to himself.

After the concert unfortunatly ended, it was now time for the meet and greet. In all honesty, he could care less about the other members. It was you he wanted. You, you, you.

And so there he was standing in a god awful, but worthwhile, line filled with stupid squealing girls all excited to meet their idol. But Wooyoung was different. First of all, he was the only guy there. And second, he knew that you and him… were destined. I mean the way you looked at him as he chanted your name he knew from that moment and even before then you loved him too.

These people around him could not compare to what he is. To what he can provide for you. He's seen all the interviews where the host tries to tug out who your ideal person was but you never said a thing. Maybe you were waiting for the perfect someone. The perfect man to love you, hold you, worship you.

And that was him.

You've been waiting for him. Just as he with you.

Lost in thought he pictured a very clear image. A house. You dressed in silk pj's asleep in your bed. Your shared bed. The sun shining on your face. Wooyoung could see it. Pictured it. All. So. Cleary. He would lean in and kiss you. A smile would bless your face subconsciously as you felt your soulmate near. Wooyoung would climb in and cuddle your form. He would feel and touch you all over. Grabbing and petting your body flushed against him.

He could be your everything. He would worship, please, and praise you to the highest extent possible. Wooyoung would obey your every command. Walk through fire if you so desired.

At night he pictured you commanding him. Obscene positions. Erotic sounds. His tongue on your body. Your hand around his neck as you called him pretty names. Wooyoung grew hot. His insides seemed to grow tingly as the images flash through his mind, as well as a sudden twitch down in his pants.

He felt dirty for thinking of these things. But how could he not? You were so seductive and desirable, especially with your new comeback. He knew this one was going to be more of a sexy and mature concept but he wasn't prepared for the downright dirty and alluring moves featured throughout the songs. It left him wanting things. Dirty things.

It was all he could think about at times. At work, in public, and especially at night. Thank god for fanfic writers and pornhu-

"Next!"

Wooyoung's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the security guard. He's next! This was it! He's going to meet you! He's going to confess everything… his love… his dreams…!

His heart was pounding harder and harder in his chest. It felt as if he was going to explode. Were you feeling the same? You had to be…

Wooyoung walked up to the first member of your group and did some casual talking. But it was you he was waiting for. The closer he got the harder he found it to breathe.

He was aching. His heart, his chest, his insides…

Two more members…

This is the moment he was going to tell everyone. The moment he met the love of his life…

One more damn member.

His mind was elsewhere. On you. Wooyoung could feel your presence. Your aura. It was suffocating. Intoxicating.

Time was up. Wooyoung got up and time seemed to move slowly. He sat down in front of you and everything went haywire.

Your smile, your eyes, your face…

"I love your outfit!" You said with a smile and a glimmer in your eyes. Wooyoung was rendered speechless just staring at you. He was going over every single detail he could find. And your hands… he was struggling to even breathe. Your hands looked so dainty, so vulgar…

"Are you okay?" You discreetly asked with a concerned expression on your face.

"Yes, sorry-"

"Don't be! What's your name?" You giggled as you took his hands within your own. The tingles in his stomach returned stronger and more intensly than before.

"W-Wooyoung…" He managed to whisper without moaning or sounding lewd. You smiled even wider as you looked him directly in his eyes. Wooyoung smiled and felt his face blush.

"That's a very pretty name, Wooyoung-"

"I love you."

"Thank you, Wo-"

"You’re my every thought. My every dream. My every fantasy. All I want is to hear your breath as I fall asleep. As I hold you and love you. I want to feel your warmth next to me, forever. Even as I die I want to die entrapped in your arms. I’d give you everything I have, anything I could have, any possibility for more, for something other than you. I’d give it all up. Please love me! I NEED YOU. I need you beside me, talking to me, smiling at me, keeping me sane… I can't imagine a world without you! I love you! I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH Y/N!"

By this point, Wooyoung was practically on top of the table with a deathly grip on your hands. His eyes were wide and his face contorted. Love? Desire? It was scaring you. Not just you but everyone else in the room. It was all silent except for the endless rambling of his "love".

You started to feel scared as he moved closer and closer. His hands slithered up to your shoulders, feeling your pulsating heartbeat that seemed to be inclining more and more with every word he dared preached.

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love I-" He spewed out as his hands reached up further gripping your face.

"Y/n Y/n Y/n Y/n…" He whispered as he leaned in closer to your lips, his eyes shining in a dangerous light.

You tried to braced yourself but he was ripped away from you.

"NO NO NO NO-"

"GET HIM OFF!" The guard shouted as the other tried to pry him off of you like a leech. But Wooyoung was still holding on, tears spilling from his face, nails rooted and digging into your now red bleeding forearm.

"Y/N I LOVE YOU!" He screamed as his nails dragged against your skin as the guard pulled him off you. With the force, you fell back crying and hyperventilating. But the shouting never stopped His screeches of "Don't let them take me" and "I love you" only grew angrier and desperate. He sounded insane.

You closed your eyes and felt a pair of arms around you, holding you tightly…

"I won't let them take you from me-" Wooyoung whispered into your messy hair.

"GET HIM OFF OF ME!" And within half a second he was again yanked away from you thrashing, kicking, yelling.

"Y/N I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!"

Those were the last words from him as multiple guards held onto his legs and arms deciding to carry him out and away from the premise. Away from you.

You watched as he was taken away, his eyes never leaving yours once. Even after a few minutes you still heard his cries and wails of your name. It was haunting. Scary. Frightening. You half expected the fanboy to come running back somehow escaping the five guards.

Your other members gathered around you on the floor embracing you and hushing your silent cries, while your manager calmed the fans down explaining that the fan meeting was now most definitely over.

You wanted to throw up. You can still hear him. Whether it was real or not it terrified you.

Wooyoung. The sick fanboy. The obsessed fan.

But it was all over. It was over now.

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3. "I wanted you, I wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you."

[requested]

mike wheeler

word count: 602

Breathe, just breathe. This was your first date, ever. And with Mike Wheeler! Oh, you were in love, maybe not love but he was just so perfect. His hair, his smile, and his sarcasm that always made you laugh no matter how stupid. You still remember him asking you out the other day. The way his feet seemed to keep moving out of nervousness and the way your cheeks seemed to e on fire.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and admired yourself. Today you felt truly beautiful because the boy you liked, liked you back. A true miracle in your book of failed confessions and a multitude of rejections. None of that seemed to matter today though. All you could think about was Mike.

He said to meet by the woods near the skating rink which you thought was weird but maybe he had something romantic in mind. A picnic under the trees with stupid snacks to eat and a smile adorned on both of your faces. You could picture it, all of it. Call it weird, but maybe this is fate. Destined soulmates!

You walked out of your house, locking the door, and headed to your long-awaited destination. A few minutes of walking passed as you took in the scenery. And there he was, standing awkwardly fiddling with his hands as his eyes moved back and forth in search of you.

"Mike!" You yelled grabbing his attention as he looked your way with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't come." He joked half-heartedly.

"I had to walk, my parents would never let me go to the skating rink on a school night." Mike's eyes lit up as you rolled your eyes.

"So... your parents don't know about this?"

"Nope. Now enough about my parents. What'd you have in mind for our date?" Mike took your hand with a smile creeping along his face, "follow me," he whispered.

With your wrist in his hand, he started dragging you through the trees, deeper and deeper into the forest.

"Mike, slow down!" He never replied until he stopped in his tracks. Both of you were breathing hard, but he had this aura around him that was both frightening and intriguing.

"Mike, where are we?" His eyes seemed lifeless as he grabbed your other hand, this time interlacing them with his own cold fingers.

"Mike-"

"I wanted you, I wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you."

"I like you too Mike... But you can't just drag me out into the middle of nowhere."

"You don't get it." He paused taking a breath leaving you confused. "I love you."

"We don't even know each other. How could you-"

"Shhh-" He whispered, his hands drifting across your arms onto your shoulders. Now you were terrified. Mike may be skinny but he was definitely stronger than you. He could overpower you and he was right now. Mike stepped forward, moving you backward until your back hit the bark of a tree.

"Mike I think I need to go home now."

"Shhh-" He bent down and picked something up and your eyes grew ten times wider.

"Mike... what are you doing?" You whispered as your breathing grew erratic. His eyes returned to yours and his left hand went to your face, wiping the tear you didn't know had trickled down.

"It'll be alright, Y/N." And with that he lifted his right arm revealing a rock striking you on top of your skull, rendering you unconscious.

"I love you," Mike said with you in his arms finally as he lovingly petted your hair rhythmically.

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9. "I've always fantasized about this moment, let me enjoy your presence, darling..."

[requested] 001

word count: 801

He was appearing more often and in more places. In crowds and behind flashes of cars. But never for no longer than mere seconds did he stand there, staring. You didn't understand though. Viktor, the love of your life, stuck in the past reoccurring in your daily life, why? Why now of all times? Were you going crazy? You might as well be because seeing a dead person in broad daylight is more than concerning. People have been sent to the ward for littler things than this.

But you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach. This was something of greater importance. You just knew that all of this was happening for a reason. What if... what if Viktor was contacting you from the beyond?

I guess you were a believer in those sort of things, spiritual things if you must. But never in your lived life so far did you think the occult would make meets with you. For them, for Viktor, to dip his hand into this world must mean something, right?

With these thoughts spinning webs in your head you lay awake and unable to catch the sleep you had wanted most nights. Was he really trying to get your attention? The love of your life was dead. He had died. You had mourned his ever so presence in your life, and now that he's somewhat here again... Well, you couldn't pass this opportunity up. No one would.

The next morning you reluctantly made the purchase of an ouija board. It made you anxious and hesitant to even touch it, but this was what you saw in the movies. It was a way to contact the dead, whether you liked it or not.

You set everything up with shaky hands, labored breath, and worry lacing your beautiful face. And every so often you would question all that you were doing. Was this the right choice? Because talking about it and actually doing it are completely two different things in this circumstance. You bit your nails thinking, but you knew what your answer was. Deep down you just wanted to talk to him one more time. One last time.

The lights were off and the candles flared and lit up your living room, lighting the board and your face. This was it.

"In the name of the dead, I wish to speak to my Viktor. My husband. Show me a sign if you're here." You waited with absolute dreadful silence trying to sense if the triangle was going to move or not.

But not even three counts had passed until you felt something. Shivers went up from the bottom to the top of your spine slowly, erotically, as it trailed upward to the very base of your adorned neck. Goosebumps spread onto your skin and the hairs on both your arms and neck stood straight. You gulped and gasped at this exotic feeling that was quite new for a person like you.

"Viktor..." You panted as the feeling returned yet again. It burned into your skin as it crawled up making you itch with a new uncomfortableness across your back. Your face turned upward as a groan slipped out from between your soft lips at the experience.

With your eyes shut tight you felt the triangle move. You looked down and immediately saw it slowly sliding across the board to... 'NO'. Th-this wasn't Viktor...

Eyes widened and thoughts no longer being able to process anything the triangle flew away from your fingers, smashing violently into the wall with a loud bang.

"No no no no no..." You repeated shooting straight up from your seat as your mind raced a hundred miles per hour. You feared the worse upon your fate. Was how you were going to die? By the claws of a demon.

A chuckle echoed throughout the room filling it with a new ounce of terror and horror. And one by one, each candle burst into high flames proceeding to go out leaving you in the darkness alone with the stench of your fear and panicked breathing.

Only then did you feel it again. But it wasn't the searing pain all along your back. It was the placement of a cold unmoving hand gripping at your waist unwavering from its newfound spot on your skin. You stayed still, frozen as another hand joined it holding your body in place.

"I am no Viktor..." He whispered as he slowly turned your body to face him in his embrace. He wanted you to know of his beauty, of his presence, hence the sights of your dead husband. Even if you didn't know it was actually him it was all worth it in this underlining moment.

"But I've always fantasized about this moment, let me enjoy your presence, darling..."

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7."Your family? I am your family!"

[requested]

joyce byers

word count: 737

You had left her. Joyce. You didn't want to of course but what other choice did you have? She was just too much for you to keep. All of her worrying and nagging made you feel like a child. It's funny but she reminded you of your mom. Caring and firm. Sweet yet controlling.

You still remembered how she looked though. Heartbroken, sad, damaged. Her sobbing echoing across the room continuously and never-ending as you told her it was over.

"It's over Joyce." You spoke clearly. You didn't want any misinterpretations again. You were done, for real this time.

"Y/n what did I do wrong..." She pleaded tearing your hands away from your sides as she pleaded desperately into them. "Please Y/n, I'll do better. I can do better." She muttered looking up, her eyes small and filled to the brim with tears.

And your face scrunched up with this uncomfortable feeling. You wanted to tell her it will be alright but it wasn't. You weren't going to come running back into her arms this time.

"I have to go..." You whispered but she only wept harder, her tears tainting your hands. You tried to pull your hands out of her grasp but it was half-hearted. A part of you didn't want to let go, but you had to. This was for the best.

So with a hard enough yank of your arm, her grip was torn off of you. Joyce tried to reach for you again but you backed away from her quickly taking your bags and leaving her to rot in her sorrows. Alone.

So here you are. Back in your parent's house contemplating everything. All your decisions leading up to this exact moment. Was it even the right choice?

And you tried to ignore and remove those thoughts. But those were a lot easier to get rid of than the image of her face. You could still feel her tears on your skin. You could still hear her painful wallows screaming in your ear.

"You did this for a reason Y/n." You whispered to yourself as you reached to turn off your lamp. And with that little reassurance and reasoning, you slept. You slept more than you've ever had.

This was a moment to remember forever. Your first night when her suffocating arms weren't entrapping you around her body. Your first night being independent and finally free.

The next day was a breath of fresh air. Your mom made you pancakes, still confused about why exactly you were here, and you felt... relieved. You could ultimately do what you wanted. You can go out anytime you wanted. You could do anything you want without asking for anyone's approval.

Everything felt great. That is until someone pounded on the door. Your face deadpanned and you slowly looked in its direction. Joyce. Your mind immediately went to the woman you had just broken up with the night before.

"Hey Y/n, can you get that? I'm still cleaning up the kitchen." Your mom shouted.

You nodded in a daze of some sorts as you absent-mindedly got up, walking slowly towards the door.

You shouldn't be doing this. Go back, sit down, and ignore it. Don't do it.

You grabbed the doorknob and turned it. It was Joyce. The woman that loved and cared for you. As soon as you saw her face you felt your mind go back to the fundamentals that she had ingrained in you.

"You are coming back home. I've had enough of your tantrum." Joyce said her voice stern and demanding. You cast your eyes downward, too scared to look her in the eyes.

"Y/n." She repeated. You looked up finally facing her. Breathe in. Breathe out.

"I'm not leaving, Joyce." You clenched your jaw as you stood up to her. "We broke up for a reason, and I'm not coming back. I'm staying with my family."

"Your family? I am your family!" Joyce practically screamed at you, gaining the attention of your mom.

"Is everything okay sweety?"

"Yes, mom! Just talking to a friend." You said confidently staring at Joyce. And she was beyond pissed at this point.

"Fine." She whispered. "But don't expect me to be so kind when you come running back into my arms." And with that she left, leaving you alone to digest your interaction.

You just hoped she stayed away. For good.

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you're mine

yandere reader x will byers

word count: 505

[reposted]

You knew you wanted Will from the moment you saw him. He was perfect for you, so innocent, so kind, and so incredibly naive. He was a broken person and you were there to help him. You see you were Vecna's little sidekick, and as soon as you heard of Will Byers you knew, he was the one. He was yours the moment you saw him, his fate was sealed, even if he didn't know it yet.

Soon you became the voice in his head. You replied to every one of his insecurities, comforting him in his darkest times. But most importantly, you fought off his demons.

'don't cry, darling...'

'you deserve better...'

'i can kill him for you...'

And you did. That Mike Wheeler was in the way of Will's senses. He occupied Will's mind whether you liked it or not. So he had to go. You got rid of Mike once and for all and took Will into your loving grasp.

"I can help you, my dear..." Your voice whispered and spread like fog into Will's mind, seeping into his deteriorating common senses.

"I don't even know who you are." He cried tears spilling from his face. Your lover was in pain over his so-called friend's death. But you knew better than Will. Mike was not his friend.

'I can show you...'

"You can?" He urgently asked sitting up, looking at the ceiling as if you were a god. You were much more than that.

"Close your eyes, my love..." You whispered as you crept into his mind and body, lulling him to sleep.

"Why do you call me that? My love..." He whispered unable to talk any louder as his mind started to shut down.

"Shhh... trust in me, my love..." He nodded letting his head fall back onto the mattress, submitting to your powers, like always. You reached into his mind and went into the dream that you made for him.

"Are you the voice?" He asked hesitantly, scared almost.

"Yes, my love." Will looked at you up and down admiring your figure subconsciously.

"You never told me why you call me that."

"Because..." you moved closer, " you are mine."

"What, I don't understand." He whispered eyes widened and body tense under your stare. Your smile grew slyly as you looked at his facial expression of fear.

"It's okay my love. I know everything is so confusing for your mind, but I won't hurt you. And I'll make sure Vecna won't either."

Will breathed in sharply as he tried to take a step away from you, but he couldn't. He looked down to find tentacles wrapped up to his thighs holding him in place.

"Let me go..." He pleaded as he tried to unwrap the tentacles off of his thighs, but they only tightened and slithered higher up, now holding his waist and upper body in place for you.

"I will never do that," you whispered.

"Because you, my love..." you whispered lifting your hand to caress his face, " are mine."

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yandere stranger things types

yandere stranger things

WILL BYERS

-CLINGY- They are rarely found away from the object of their affection. They are usually more childish and relaxed than other yanderes as they have trust in their darling. This trust usually derives from a close platonic or romantic relationship. However, they do not have trust in others and this can lead to intense jealousy; especially if they feel as if someone is attempting to replace them. It is usually jealousy and insecurity that leads these yanderes to break.

TYPES: kanchigai gata - sutookaa gata - ison gata - sokubaku gata - mousou gata - suuhai gata

wrong idea - stalker - dependent - restraining - delusional - worship

勘違い型 kanchigai gata wrong idea type

“Don’t be embarrassed, I can take a hint.”

The wrong idea type of yandere tends to take even the most innocent of actions and romanticize or sexualize them. They misinterpret their love interests' actions to match their expectations of them. If they are told that the object of their affection doesn’t reciprocate their feelings then they will begin rationalizing the situation. This could be determining their love interest is worried about harming them or perhaps doesn’t believe themselves to be worthy. They tend to straddle the line of delusion but aren’t nearly as forceful or prone to violence as those types.

ストーカー型 sutookaa gata stalker type

“You’ll never be alone. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The stalker type will follow their love interest, often without their knowledge, to make sure that they are safe and well behaved. They are constantly aware of what the object of their affection is up to and will often go as far as to tap into any technology or planner they may have. At times they may feel the need to further their observation by following them from sunrise to sunset or placing cameras within their darlings home. They tend to hyper-fixate on their love interest and can sometimes lose the grip on their emotions when it comes to being disconnected from them in any way, shape, or amount.

依存型 ison gata dependence type

“I couldn’t live without you. Promise you won’t leave me.”

The dependence type cannot function without their love interest. They are unable to live without the motivation of their darling and will beg them not to leave or throw them away. It isn’t unusual for them to succumb to fits of jealousy or anxiety when they feel as if they are losing the interest of their darling. They prefer to keep the object of their affection tucked away from the outside world. As long as they promise to stay with them forever there won’t be anything to worry about.

束縛型 sokubaku gata restraint type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

妄想型 mousou gata dulsion type

“Why are you struggling? You've already admitted that you’re in love with me.”

The delusion type are unable to be deterred from the object of their affection. Not only do they rationalize every negative response from their darling, but their love distorts how they perceive reality. If their love is unrequited then they believe it is due to those around them and they will lash out at the ones they find responsible. These yanderes are very protective and do not take threats to themselves or their love interest lightly. Delusion types are known to go to the extremes if they believe it will gain them even the smallest favor with their darling.

崇拝型 suuhai gata worship type

“Would you love me more if I killed someone for you?”

The worship type will do anything for their love interest, whether they request it of them or not. They don’t mind if their love is unrequited nor do they concern themselves with their well-being, all that matters is the object of their affection. There is no end to their loyalty as they are willing to cheat, lie, kill, and die for their darling. Worship yanderes are the least-harmful to their darling, but that does not extend to themselves or others. If the worship type is experiencing any form of jealousy they may end up lashing out at others and begging for their darlings' forgiveness as they believe they are unworthy of them.

JONATHAN BYERS

-POSSESSIVE- These yanderes are usually close with the object of their affection before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. It’s not unusual for them to not realize their actions as yandere behavior because they believe they are being protective. They prefer their love interest to depend on them and could refuse to allow them to leave their side under the guise of the yandere keeping them safe. If they feel like their love interest will be harmed in any way they will cross the line and become more than just overprotective.

TYPES: kanchigai gata - shuuchaku gata - sutookaa gata - sokubaku gata - suuhai gata - kyouki gata

wrong idea - obsessive - stalker - restraining - worship - bizarre seeking

勘違い型 kanchigai gata wrong idea type

“Don’t be embarrassed, I can take a hint.”

The wrong idea type of yandere tends to take even the most innocent of actions and romanticize or sexualize them. They misinterpret their love interests' actions to match their expectations of them. If they are told that the object of their affection doesn’t reciprocate their feelings then they will begin rationalizing the situation. This could be determining their love interest is worried about harming them or perhaps doesn’t believe themselves to be worthy. They tend to straddle the line of delusion but aren’t nearly as forceful or prone to violence as those types.

執着型 shuuchaku gata obsession type

“Where were you? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

The obsession type will try to absorb everything about their love interest, whether that is personal information, hobbies, routines, or beliefs. They are constantly thirsting for more of their darling and need to consistently know what their love interest is doing. They will regularly check in on the object of their affection and prefers to be at their side at all times (if it’s possible to do so without scaring their darling away). They don’t necessarily want to monopolize their love interest, but they want to know everything they do.

ストーカー型 sutookaa gata stalker type

“You’ll never be alone. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The stalker type will follow their love interest, often without their knowledge, to make sure that they are safe and well behaved. They are constantly aware of what the object of their affection is up to and will often go as far as to tap into any technology or planner they may have. At times they may feel the need to further their observation by following them from sunrise to sunset or placing cameras within their darlings home. They tend to hyper-fixate on their love interest and can sometimes lose the grip on their emotions when it comes to being disconnected from them in any way, shape, or amount.

束縛型 sokubaku gata restraint type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

崇拝型 suuhai gata worship type

“Would you love me more if I killed someone for you?”

The worship type will do anything for their love interest, whether they request it of them or not. They don’t mind if their love is unrequited nor do they concern themselves with their well-being, all that matters is the object of their affection. There is no end to their loyalty as they are willing to cheat, lie, kill, and die for their darling. Worship yanderes are the least-harmful to their darling, but that does not extend to themselves or others. If the worship type is experiencing any form of jealousy they may end up lashing out at others and begging for their darlings' forgiveness as they believe they are unworthy of them.

崇拝型 suuhai gata worship type

"I love you, so... can you give me your fingernails? I want them so I can always have a part of you with me.”

Undeniably the worst type of yandere, they will murder you, and not by accident, not by jealousy, not by revenge but because they love you. And then they'll keep your rotting corpse on the bed or preserved inside a glass because there's no way they'd throw you away.

JOYCE BYERS

-OVERPROTECTIVE- These yanderes are usually close with the object of their affection before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. It’s not unusual for them to not realize their actions as yandere behavior because they believe they are being protective. They prefer their love interest to depend on them and could refuse to allow them to leave their side under the guise of the yandere keeping them safe. If they feel like their love interest will be harmed in any way they will cross the line and become more than just overprotective.

TYPES: dokusen gata - sokubaku gata - choukyou gata

monopoly - restraining - training

独占型 dokusen gata monopoly type

“Who was that you were just talking to?”

The monopoly type wants to completely dictate who their love interest interacts with and how they can interact with them. They are constantly asking questions and refuse to relent unless they are completely up to date on their darling. It is not unusual for them to bribe the object of the affection by appealing to their logical or emotional standpoints— whatever it takes to keep their darling from going astray. At the height of their monopoly, the love interest will be kept in a specific location with their days completely planned for them whether they are willing or not.

依存型 ison gata dependence type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

調教型 choukyou gata training type

“Tell me you love me— go on, say it. Now. That’s my good little darling, come here.”

The training type are keen on punishment and reward as well as cost and benefit. They are often the yanderes who result to kidnapping, brainwashing, blackmail, and torture; however, they will make more subtle attempts before resulting to those extremes. In most cases, they are will to put in countless hours and endless effort to be sure their love interest meets their expectations. They take pride in breaking their darlings into loving them and often have them seeking their approval by the time the yandere is satisfied with them.

MIKE WHEELER

-MANIPULATIVE- Yanderes with manipulative behavior desire control over the person of their affection. Their love interest may already love them, or that is what they make them believe, before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. These are the type to place their love interest in dangerous or unethical situations to play savior and push them closer to dependency. It is important to note the push and pull method where they will test the object of their affections interest by making them jealous or concerned. They are not satisfied until they believe their love interest is equally infatuated with them.

TYPES: shuuchaku gata - dokusen gata

obsessive - monopoly

執着型 shuuchaku gata obsession type

“Where were you? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

The obsession type will try to absorb everything about their love interest, whether that is personal information, hobbies, routines, or beliefs. They are constantly thirsting for more of their darling and need to consistently know what their love interest is doing. They will regularly check in on the object of their affection and prefers to be at their side at all times (if it’s possible to do so without scaring their darling away). They don’t necessarily want to monopolize their love interest, but they want to know everything they do.

独占型 dokusen gata monopoly type

“Who was that you were just talking to?”

The monopoly type wants to completely dictate who their love interest interacts with and how they can interact with them. They are constantly asking questions and refuse to relent unless they are completely up to date on their darling. It is not unusual for them to bribe the object of the affection by appealing to their logical or emotional standpoints— whatever it takes to keep their darling from going astray. At the height of their monopoly, the love interest will be kept in a specific location with their days completely planned for them whether they are willing or not.

NANCY WHEELER

-OVERPROTECTIVE- These yanderes are usually close with the object of their affection before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. It’s not unusual for them to not realize their actions as yandere behavior because they believe they are being protective. They prefer their love interest to depend on them and could refuse to allow them to leave their side under the guise of the yandere keeping them safe. If they feel like their love interest will be harmed in any way they will cross the line and become more than just overprotective.

TYPES: dokusen gata - sokubaku gata - suuhai gata - choukyou gata

monopoly - restraining - worship - training

独占型 dokusen gata monopoly type

“Who was that you were just talking to?”

The monopoly type wants to completely dictate who their love interest interacts with and how they can interact with them. They are constantly asking questions and refuse to relent unless they are completely up to date on their darling. It is not unusual for them to bribe the object of the affection by appealing to their logical or emotional standpoints— whatever it takes to keep their darling from going astray. At the height of their monopoly, the love interest will be kept in a specific location with their days completely planned for them whether they are willing or not.

束縛型 sokubaku gata restraint type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

崇拝型 suuhai gata worship type

“Would you love me more if I killed someone for you?”

The worship type will do anything for their love interest, whether they request it of them or not. They don’t mind if their love is unrequited nor do they concern themselves with their well-being, all that matters is the object of their affection. There is no end to their loyalty as they are willing to cheat, lie, kill, and die for their darling. Worship yanderes are the least-harmful to their darling, but that does not extend to themselves or others. If the worship type is experiencing any form of jealousy they may end up lashing out at others and begging for their darlings' forgiveness as they believe they are unworthy of them.

調教型 choukyou gata training type

“Tell me you love me— go on, say it. Now. That’s my good little darling, come here.”

The training type are keen on punishment and reward as well as cost and benefit. They are often the yanderes who result to kidnapping, brainwashing, blackmail, and torture; however, they will make more subtle attempts before resulting to those extremes. In most cases, they are will to put in countless hours and endless effort to be sure their love interest meets their expectations. They take pride in breaking their darlings into loving them and often have them seeking their approval by the time the yandere is satisfied with them.

ELEVEN

-OVERPROTECTIVE- These yanderes are usually close with the object of their affection before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. It’s not unusual for them to not realize their actions as yandere behavior because they believe they are being protective. They prefer their love interest to depend on them and could refuse to allow them to leave their side under the guise of the yandere keeping them safe. If they feel like their love interest will be harmed in any way they will cross the line and become more than just overprotective.

TYPES: sutookaa gata - ison gata - mousou gata - haijo gata

stalker - dependent - delusional - removal

ストーカー型 sutookaa gata stalker type

“You’ll never be alone. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The stalker type will follow their love interest, often without their knowledge, to make sure that they are safe and well behaved. They are constantly aware of what the object of their affection is up to and will often go as far as to tap into any technology or planner they may have. At times they may feel the need to further their observation by following them from sunrise to sunset or placing cameras within their darlings home. They tend to hyper-fixate on their love interest and can sometimes lose the grip on their emotions when it comes to being disconnected from them in any way, shape, or amount.

依存型 ison gata dependence type

“I couldn’t live without you. Promise you won’t leave me.”

The dependence type cannot function without their love interest. They are unable to live without the motivation of their darling and will beg them not to leave or throw them away. It isn’t unusual for them to succumb to fits of jealousy or anxiety when they feel as if they are losing the interest of their darling. They prefer to keep the object of their affection tucked away from the outside world. As long as they promise to stay with them forever there won’t be anything to worry about.

妄想型 mousou gata dulsion type

“Why are you struggling? You've already admitted that you’re in love with me.”

The delusion type are unable to be deterred from the object of their affection. Not only do they rationalize every negative response from their darling, but their love distorts how they perceive reality. If their love is unrequited then they believe it is due to those around them and they will lash out at the ones they find responsible. These yanderes are very protective and do not take threats to themselves or their love interest lightly. Delusion types are known to go to the extremes if they believe it will gain them even the smallest favor with their darling.

排除型 haijo gata removal type

“No one will love you more than I do.”

The removal type will remove everyone they believe their love interest doesn’t need in their life. While the severity of the removal can vary in range there is no limit as to what they will do to achieve their goal. In most cases, there are two sub-types of removal yanderes. Those who remove people secretly in an attempt to keep their darling blissfully unaware of their true intentions are known to gaslight their love interest into seeing the best out of others' disappearances. The others remove people openly, sometimes as a punishment to keep their darling from misbehaving. They face little to no qualms about going to extremes to get their way— and keeping the object of their affection safe, of course.

DUSTIN HENDERSON

-CLINGY- They are rarely found away from the object of their affection. They are usually more childish and relaxed than other yanderes as they have trust in their darling. This trust usually derives from a close platonic or romantic relationship. However, they do not have trust in others and this can lead to intense jealousy; especially if they feel as if someone is attempting to replace them. It is usually jealousy and insecurity that leads these yanderes to break.

TYPES: mugai gata

harmless

無害型 mugai gata harmless type

“As long as they’re happy, I’m happy.”

The harmless type of yandere are the ones who have fallen in love in an unhealthy, obsessive way, but they do not act on their impulses. They will try desperately to gain the favor of their love interest, but will not harm them or others in the process. If you get into a relationship with someone, this type of yandere won't attack you two, they'll be happy you found happiness, but perhaps they may still hope that you'll choose them instead one day.

LUCUS SINCLAIR

-OVERPROTECTIVE- These yanderes are usually close with the object of their affection before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. It’s not unusual for them to not realize their actions as yandere behavior because they believe they are being protective. They prefer their love interest to depend on them and could refuse to allow them to leave their side under the guise of the yandere keeping them safe. If they feel like their love interest will be harmed in any way they will cross the line and become more than just overprotective.

TYPES: dokusen gata

monopoly

独占型 dokusen gata monopoly type

“Who was that you were just talking to?”

The monopoly type wants to completely dictate who their love interest interacts with and how they can interact with them. They are constantly asking questions and refuse to relent unless they are completely up to date on their darling. It is not unusual for them to bribe the object of the affection by appealing to their logical or emotional standpoints— whatever it takes to keep their darling from going astray. At the height of their monopoly, the love interest will be kept in a specific location with their days completely planned for them whether they are willing or not.

MAX MAYFIELD

-POSSESSIVE- These yanderes are usually close with the object of their affection before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. It’s not unusual for them to not realize their actions as yandere behavior because they believe they are being protective. They prefer their love interest to depend on them and could refuse to allow them to leave their side under the guise of the yandere keeping them safe. If they feel like their love interest will be harmed in any way they will cross the line and become more than just overprotective.

TYPES: dokusen gata - ison gata

monopoly - dependent

独占型 dokusen gata monopoly type

“Who was that you were just talking to?”

The monopoly type wants to completely dictate who their love interest interacts with and how they can interact with them. They are constantly asking questions and refuse to relent unless they are completely up to date on their darling. It is not unusual for them to bribe the object of the affection by appealing to their logical or emotional standpoints— whatever it takes to keep their darling from going astray. At the height of their monopoly, the love interest will be kept in a specific location with their days completely planned for them whether they are willing or not.

依存型 ison gata dependence type

“I couldn’t live without you. Promise you won’t leave me.”

The dependence type cannot function without their love interest. They are unable to live without the motivation of their darling and will beg them not to leave or throw them away. It isn’t unusual for them to succumb to fits of jealousy or anxiety when they feel as if they are losing the interest of their darling. They prefer to keep the object of their affection tucked away from the outside world. As long as they promise to stay with them forever there won’t be anything to worry about.

BILLY HARGROVE

-SADISTIC- These are the yanderes that desire complete control over the object of their affection. Sadistic yanderes have a deep-rooted need to break their love interest and tend to have a fixation on corrupting or damaging them. The lines between pain and pleasure often get blurred with these yanderes as their affection begins to overwhelm them— effectively causing them to lose their grip on their sanity.

TYPES: shuuchaku gata -sutookaa gata - dokusen gata - bouryoku gata - sokubaku gata - haijo gata - choukyou gata - koritsu yuudou gata

obsessive - stalker - monopoly - domestic violence - restraining - removal - training - loneliness induction

執着型 shuuchaku gata obsession type

“Where were you? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

The obsession type will try to absorb everything about their love interest, whether that is personal information, hobbies, routines, or beliefs. They are constantly thirsting for more of their darling and need to consistently know what their love interest is doing. They will regularly check in on the object of their affection and prefers to be at their side at all times (if it’s possible to do so without scaring their darling away). They don’t necessarily want to monopolize their love interest, but they want to know everything they do.

ストーカー型 sutookaa gata stalker type

“You’ll never be alone. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The stalker type will follow their love interest, often without their knowledge, to make sure that they are safe and well behaved. They are constantly aware of what the object of their affection is up to and will often go as far as to tap into any technology or planner they may have. At times they may feel the need to further their observation by following them from sunrise to sunset or placing cameras within their darlings home. They tend to hyper-fixate on their love interest and can sometimes lose the grip on their emotions when it comes to being disconnected from them in any way, shape, or amount.

独占型 dokusen gata monopoly type

“Who was that you were just talking to?”

The monopoly type wants to completely dictate who their love interest interacts with and how they can interact with them. They are constantly asking questions and refuse to relent unless they are completely up to date on their darling. It is not unusual for them to bribe the object of the affection by appealing to their logical or emotional standpoints— whatever it takes to keep their darling from going astray. At the height of their monopoly, the love interest will be kept in a specific location with their days completely planned for them whether they are willing or not.

暴力型 bouryoku gata domestic violence type

"It hurts? That's your fault! Next time learn your lesson and stop looking at other people!"

When jealous, feeling ignored, etc. uses violence against their beloved. They'll beat them and claim it's their own fault. This can be either discharging pent-up rage through violence and they just happen to be their favorite punching bag, or deliberately punishing them for doing something they didn't like.

束縛型 sokubaku gata restraint type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

排除型 haijo gata removal type

“No one will love you more than I do.”

The removal type will remove everyone they believe their love interest doesn’t need in their life. While the severity of the removal can vary in range there is no limit as to what they will do to achieve their goal. In most cases, there are two sub-types of removal yanderes. Those who remove people secretly in an attempt to keep their darling blissfully unaware of their true intentions are known to gaslight their love interest into seeing the best out of others' disappearances. The others remove people openly, sometimes as a punishment to keep their darling from misbehaving. They face little to no qualms about going to extremes to get their way— and keeping the object of their affection safe, of course.

調教型 choukyou gata training type

“Tell me you love me— go on, say it. Now. That’s my good little darling, come here.”

The training type are keen on punishment and reward as well as cost and benefit. They are often the yanderes who result to kidnapping, brainwashing, blackmail, and torture; however, they will make more subtle attempts before resulting to those extremes. In most cases, they are will to put in countless hours and endless effort to be sure their love interest meets their expectations. They take pride in breaking their darlings into loving them and often have them seeking their approval by the time the yandere is satisfied with them.

孤立誘導型 koritsu yuudou gata loneliness induction type

“Shh, I’m here. You don’t need anyone else, you have me.”

The loneliness induction type will go to great lengths to make sure their love interest feels alone. They may go about this by spreading malicious rumors about them to urge others to alienate them or severing their other connections through blackmail, murder, and other extreme actions. The moment it seems their darling is at the wits end they will pounce on their fragile mentality and become their lifeline. Inducing things that don't make their darling feel lonely but gives some sort of mental damage, trauma is not out of character for these yanderes.

STEVE HARRINGTON

-CLINGY- They are rarely found away from the object of their affection. They are usually more childish and relaxed than other yanderes as they have trust in their darling. This trust usually derives from a close platonic or romantic relationship. However, they do not have trust in others and this can lead to intense jealousy; especially if they feel as if someone is attempting to replace them. It is usually jealousy and insecurity that leads these yanderes to break.

TYPES: kanchigai gata - dokusen gata

wrong idea - monopoly

勘違い型 kanchigai gata wrong idea type

“Don’t be embarrassed, I can take a hint.”

The wrong idea type of yandere tends to take even the most innocent of actions and romanticize or sexualize them. They misinterpret their love interests' actions to match their expectations of them. If they are told that the object of their affection doesn’t reciprocate their feelings then they will begin rationalizing the situation. This could be determining their love interest is worried about harming them or perhaps doesn’t believe themselves to be worthy. They tend to straddle the line of delusion but aren’t nearly as forceful or prone to violence as those types.

独占型 dokusen gata monopoly type

“Who was that you were just talking to?”

The monopoly type wants to completely dictate who their love interest interacts with and how they can interact with them. They are constantly asking questions and refuse to relent unless they are completely up to date on their darling. It is not unusual for them to bribe the object of the affection by appealing to their logical or emotional standpoints— whatever it takes to keep their darling from going astray. At the height of their monopoly, the love interest will be kept in a specific location with their days completely planned for them whether they are willing or not.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

-MANIPULATIVE- Yanderes with manipulative behavior desire control over the person of their affection. Their love interest may already love them, or that is what they make them believe, before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. These are the type to place their love interest in dangerous or unethical situations to play savior and push them closer to dependency. It is important to note the push and pull method where they will test the object of their affections interest by making them jealous or concerned. They are not satisfied until they believe their love interest is equally infatuated with them.

TYPES: ison gata - sokubaku gata - mousou gata

dependent - restraining - delusional

依存型 ison gata dependence type

“I couldn’t live without you. Promise you won’t leave me.”

The dependence type cannot function without their love interest. They are unable to live without the motivation of their darling and will beg them not to leave or throw them away. It isn’t unusual for them to succumb to fits of jealousy or anxiety when they feel as if they are losing the interest of their darling. They prefer to keep the object of their affection tucked away from the outside world. As long as they promise to stay with them forever there won’t be anything to worry about.

束縛型 sokubaku gata restraint type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

妄想型 mousou gata dulsion type

“Why are you struggling? You've already admitted that you’re in love with me.”

The delusion type are unable to be deterred from the object of their affection. Not only do they rationalize every negative response from their darling, but their love distorts how they perceive reality. If their love is unrequited then they believe it is due to those around them and they will lash out at the ones they find responsible. These yanderes are very protective and do not take threats to themselves or their love interest lightly. Delusion types are known to go to the extremes if they believe it will gain them even the smallest favor with their darling.

EDDIE MUNSON

-POSSESSIVE- These yanderes are usually close with the object of their affection before the revelation of their dangerous tendencies. It’s not unusual for them to not realize their actions as yandere behavior because they believe they are being protective. They prefer their love interest to depend on them and could refuse to allow them to leave their side under the guise of the yandere keeping them safe. If they feel like their love interest will be harmed in any way they will cross the line and become more than just overprotective.

TYPES: shuuchaku gata - sutookaa gata - ison gata - sokubaku gata - mousou gata - haijo gata - suuhai gata - choukyou gata

obsessive - stalker - dependent - restraining - delusional -removal - worship - training

執着型 shuuchaku gata obsession type

“Where were you? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

The obsession type will try to absorb everything about their love interest, whether that is personal information, hobbies, routines, or beliefs. They are constantly thirsting for more of their darling and need to consistently know what their love interest is doing. They will regularly check in on the object of their affection and prefers to be at their side at all times (if it’s possible to do so without scaring their darling away). They don’t necessarily want to monopolize their love interest, but they want to know everything they do.

ストーカー型 sutookaa gata stalker type

“You’ll never be alone. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The stalker type will follow their love interest, often without their knowledge, to make sure that they are safe and well behaved. They are constantly aware of what the object of their affection is up to and will often go as far as to tap into any technology or planner they may have. At times they may feel the need to further their observation by following them from sunrise to sunset or placing cameras within their darlings home. They tend to hyper-fixate on their love interest and can sometimes lose the grip on their emotions when it comes to being disconnected from them in any way, shape, or amount.

依存型 ison gata dependence type

“I couldn’t live without you. Promise you won’t leave me.”

The dependence type cannot function without their love interest. They are unable to live without the motivation of their darling and will beg them not to leave or throw them away. It isn’t unusual for them to succumb to fits of jealousy or anxiety when they feel as if they are losing the interest of their darling. They prefer to keep the object of their affection tucked away from the outside world. As long as they promise to stay with them forever there won’t be anything to worry about.

束縛型 sokubaku gata restraint type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

妄想型 mousou gata dulsion type

“Why are you struggling? You've already admitted that you’re in love with me.”

The delusion type are unable to be deterred from the object of their affection. Not only do they rationalize every negative response from their darling, but their love distorts how they perceive reality. If their love is unrequited then they believe it is due to those around them and they will lash out at the ones they find responsible. These yanderes are very protective and do not take threats to themselves or their love interest lightly. Delusion types are known to go to the extremes if they believe it will gain them even the smallest favor with their darling.

排除型 haijo gata removal type

“No one will love you more than I do.”

The removal type will remove everyone they believe their love interest doesn’t need in their life. While the severity of the removal can vary in range there is no limit as to what they will do to achieve their goal. In most cases, there are two sub-types of removal yanderes. Those who remove people secretly in an attempt to keep their darling blissfully unaware of their true intentions are known to gaslight their love interest into seeing the best out of others' disappearances. The others remove people openly, sometimes as a punishment to keep their darling from misbehaving. They face little to no qualms about going to extremes to get their way— and keeping the object of their affection safe, of course.

崇拝型 suuhai gata worship type

“Would you love me more if I killed someone for you?”

The worship type will do anything for their love interest, whether they request it of them or not. They don’t mind if their love is unrequited nor do they concern themselves with their well-being, all that matters is the object of their affection. There is no end to their loyalty as they are willing to cheat, lie, kill, and die for their darling. Worship yanderes are the least-harmful to their darling, but that does not extend to themselves or others. If the worship type is experiencing any form of jealousy they may end up lashing out at others and begging for their darlings' forgiveness as they believe they are unworthy of them.

調教型 choukyou gata training type

“Tell me you love me— go on, say it. Now. That’s my good little darling, come here.”

The training type are keen on punishment and reward as well as cost and benefit. They are often the yanderes who result to kidnapping, brainwashing, blackmail, and torture; however, they will make more subtle attempts before resulting to those extremes. In most cases, they are will to put in countless hours and endless effort to be sure their love interest meets their expectations. They take pride in breaking their darlings into loving them and often have them seeking their approval by the time the yandere is satisfied with them.

VECNA

-SADISTIC- These are the yanderes that desire complete control over the object of their affection. Sadistic yanderes have a deep-rooted need to break their love interest and tend to have a fixation on corrupting or damaging them. The lines between pain and pleasure often get blurred with these yanderes as their affection begins to overwhelm them— effectively causing them to lose their grip on their sanity.

TYPES: shuuchaku gata - sokubaku gata - haijo gata - choukyou gata - koritsu yuudou gata

obsessive - restraining - removal - training - loneliness induction

執着型 shuuchaku gata obsession type

“Where were you? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

The obsession type will try to absorb everything about their love interest, whether that is personal information, hobbies, routines, or beliefs. They are constantly thirsting for more of their darling and need to consistently know what their love interest is doing. They will regularly check in on the object of their affection and prefers to be at their side at all times (if it’s possible to do so without scaring their darling away). They don’t necessarily want to monopolize their love interest, but they want to know everything they do.

束縛型 sokubaku gata restraint type

“Why would you wish to leave? You have everything you need here.”

The restraints type will stop at nothing to make sure that their love interest is by their side. If the two of them are not inseparable then the yandere is unable to feel satisfied. They crave for the object of their affection to desire them and they are willing to put as much time and effort as possible to obtain that. It isn’t unusual for them to resort to gaslighting and kidnapping their darling to make sure they rely on them for everything.

排除型 haijo gata removal type

“No one will love you more than I do.”

The removal type will remove everyone they believe their love interest doesn’t need in their life. While the severity of the removal can vary in range there is no limit as to what they will do to achieve their goal. In most cases, there are two sub-types of removal yanderes. Those who remove people secretly in an attempt to keep their darling blissfully unaware of their true intentions are known to gaslight their love interest into seeing the best out of others' disappearances. The others remove people openly, sometimes as a punishment to keep their darling from misbehaving. They face little to no qualms about going to extremes to get their way— and keeping the object of their affection safe, of course.

調教型 choukyou gata training type

“Tell me you love me— go on, say it. Now. That’s my good little darling, come here.”

The training type are keen on punishment and reward as well as cost and benefit. They are often the yanderes who result to kidnapping, brainwashing, blackmail, and torture; however, they will make more subtle attempts before resulting to those extremes. In most cases, they are will to put in countless hours and endless effort to be sure their love interest meets their expectations. They take pride in breaking their darlings into loving them and often have them seeking their approval by the time the yandere is satisfied with them.

孤立誘導型 koritsu yuudou gata loneliness induction type

“Shh, I’m here. You don’t need anyone else, you have me.”

The loneliness induction type will go to great lengths to make sure their love interest feels alone. They may go about this by spreading malicious rumors about them to urge others to alienate them or severing their other connections through blackmail, murder, and other extreme actions. The moment it seems their darling is at the wits end they will pounce on their fragile mentality and become their lifeline. Inducing things that don't make their darling feel lonely but gives some sort of mental damage, trauma is not out of character for these yanderes.

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[requested]

-[A]ffection-

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

will is a very shy person

so be prepared for long yearning looks from across the room

light touches here and there

love letters are a big thing too

and it does get intense

such as little notes left for you in your backpack with a detailed description of how much he loves you

-[B]lood-

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

i could see will being a little delusional

but i dont think he would be able to get too messy

even though he does love you a lot i dont think he's physically or mentally able to kill a whole person

maybe hurt them though

but he would absolutely kidnap and or knock you out for sure

-[C]ruelty-

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

he would care for you just like a loving boyfriend would

he would feed you make sure you're clean and make sure you get enough cuddle time

physical touch is a must for both you and him

will would also make sure you're well-fed

breakfast, lunch, and dinner

and if you struggle with eating he will be there with you every step of the way

-[D]arling-

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

touching you

will is very big on physical touch so get ready for holding hands, cuddling, etc.

-[E]xposed-

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

will bears his whole heart to you

and there is nothing will doesn't hide or share with you

he knows everything about you and you know everything about him

he is a very vulnerable person in general but with you he's extra vulnerable

-[F]ight-

How would they feel if their darling fought back?

will would feel heartbroken

and confused

why do you want to leave him

is he not good enough for you

does he need to do better

do you hate him

if you leave or escape he will wholeheartedly believe that it is his fault

and he is completely delusional to the fact that he might be too obsessive making you want to leave

-[G]ame-

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

will definitely doesn't think its a game

he truly loves you and would die if you died

his heart beats for you and his eyes worship your face

so there is no way he would ever want you to leave

-[H]ell-

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

his delusions

in his mind he thinks you're his soulmate

his true love

but in reality

you've only had like two actual conversations

will is convinced that his fantasies and dreams are the real-life

-[I]deals-

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

marriage

what he wants more than anything is a happy family with two cats

and a house in the woods

with a flower garden

and you two have matching pj sets

and nice long walks together in the woods

will thinks about this a lot

-[J]ealousy-

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

extremely jealous

since he's just naturally so insecure

he could get overly jealous and is prone to thinking that your friends are trying to steal you away

you'd have to constantly reassure him that you are the one he loves

that you are his one true love until the day you both die

-[K]isses-

How do they act around or with their darling?

very shy

he'll steal glances at you every godamn minute

he's also very nervous around

stutters and mumbes his words a lot

sometimes he'll practice in front of a mirror of what he's going to say to you

but he still manages to mess up a little

will would also be attached to your hip

everywhere you go he goes

sometimes if you use the restroom he'll wait for you outside the door

-[L]ove letters-

How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

love letters

since he can't get a single word out when you're around he prefers to write what he feels

it seems to be the only thing that can put his mind at ease when thinking about you

-[M]ask-

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

i would say yes

he would still be that shy nervous kid

but he would be kind of delusional in a way

it would be his delusional sick feelings that he has kept from you

which is drastically different from the sweet innocent boy will byers

-[N]aughty-

How would they punish their darling?

he would threaten your family and friends

it wouldn't be an actually scary threat where he would actually do it though

but you would prefer not to find out if he would actually do it

-[O]ppression-

How many rights would they take away from their darling?

not a lot tbh

he still loves and respects your option of free will

maybe not the freedom part though

but he would still let you do certain things

like talk to your friends [supervised of course]

-[P]atience-

How patient are they with their darling?

he is super patient with you

he is willing to spend the rest of his life waiting for you to finally love him back

will sees no problem with waiting

-[Q]uit-

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

hell no

have you met this man

if you manage to escape he might just go insane

or a complete mental breakdown

either that or he'll threaten his own life to get you running back to him

-[R]egret-

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

no

like i mentioned before

his ideas and love type is a delusional thing

-[S]tigma-

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

the fear of abandonment

he never wants to feel like the way he did when he was in the upside down

-[T]ears-

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

he would rather be beaten up and killed himself rather than you

he would gladly take a bullet for you any day

-[U]nique-

Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

just being overly sickly sweet

and don't forget those overbearing and delusional letters stuffed in your locker

-[V]ice-

What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

his delusions definitely

just pretend to be in love and immediately embraces it and forgets how he literally just kidnapped you

-[W]it’s end-

Would they ever hurt their darling?

absolutely not

-[X]oanon-

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

i could see him as the type to worship you

he would most likely have a shrine of your things

chapstick, old popsicle sticks, clothing, etc...

but when it comes to winning you over

well he has no clue how to do that

will would probably watch hundreds of romcoms on how to make someone fall in love with them

but even then he would still have no idea where to even start

especially if your male or gender nonconforming identifying

-[Y]earn-

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

he could wait for years and centuries when it comes to you

he has all the patients in the world

the only time he would snap is if you left him

then he would just completely breakdown begging and crying for you to come back

-[Z]enith-

Would they ever break their darling?

no

you'd most likely develop stockholm syndrome from how sweet and caring he is though

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the haunting

vecna

word count: 848

It all started when you were 19 years old. Your boyfriend had just ended the relationship and you were a complete mess as you contemplated what you did wrong and if this was all your fault.

Tears flowed out of your heartbroken eyes as you covered your face into the pillow, trying to quiet down your sobs of distress and anguish. You knew he treated you bad and that you deserved much better, yet you still wanted him back. You wanted nothing but the safety of his arms right then and there.

You sobbed for hours and hours it seemed but it was no longer than ten minutes of your cries. After that, you seemed to have knocked yourself out. Too tired to cry anymore and too tired to deal with your overflowing emotions that seemed to pour out of your eyes.

An hour had passed and you shifted positions, but when you moved you felt something crawling up your bed. Not wanting to wake up, or face reality, you disregarded it as your cat. But your gut was telling you it was something entirely different.

Reluctantly you opened your eyes, looking in the direction of your feet, but you wished you hadn't. Your room was covered in this vine-like thing. Slimy and distorted as more came out from under your bed, slithering up to your body. They reached and pulled as you screamed in terror, the sound piercing even your own ears as you tried to jump out of your bed in hopes of waking up from this haunting nightmare. But the vines hooked onto you before you could even do so.

Once one of them got you the rest latched onto anything they could capture. Your arms, legs, and waist were all bound to the bed by the disgusting wet vines as they slithered across your body like snakes.

Letting out a cry you squirmed trying to wiggle out but they only got tighter. Trapped you looked around for anything to help you but instead, you noticed everything was different. It was dark and hazy and there seemed to be snow-like particles that moved through the space.

Where the fuck were you?

You felt uneasy, your breathing increasing, as you heard something coming from your closet. In your mind, you kept chanting...

This is a dream. This is all just a stupid dream.

...As you shut your eyes tightly hoping it would bring you back to the comfort of your home.

The closet door creaked and groaned as it opened and your eyes flew back open wide, scared of what was about to crawl out of it. You watched carefully as the door opened more and more, while you felt the vines grow tighter across you, making it difficult to breathe in and out.

Wet footsteps sounded from the closet as the monster walked out ducking down to fit through the doorway. You gasped in fear as he made his presence so visibly known in your bedroom. Your breathing almost stopped as you took a full detailed look at him. He was tall and disfigured. Slimy and burnt-looking. Haunting and terrifying. A true monster of adults' dreams.

"Y/n..." He groaned out in a deep-toned voice as he stared deeply into your eyes. At this exact moment, the vines seemed to pulse, radiating this warm gooey feeling as the seconds wasted away. You kept his eye contact, unable to move or even look away from him, as he walked to your side, slowly. And his white misty eyes never disconnected their gaze from you.

"You look so much better in my realm Y/n..." He looked down at you as he admired the look on your face. Pure frozen fear carved into your face and burnt into your perfect body. He could feel it, all of it, and he loved it.

'Was this your end? Were you going to die at the hands of a monster?'

Almost simultaneously as your thought occurred he lifted his hand and brushed it against your daunted face, moving your hair away from your face. He wanted nothing covering you. He wants to see all of you.

Time seemed to move slow, too slow, as he just traced every feature on your face with his hand, his nails scraping against your sweaty skin.

"Please..." you mumbled scared of what he was capable of. His finger trailed to your lips and felt the plushness of them, going back and forth from the top to bottom. "Please don't hurt me..." You managed to mumble out without turning it into full-on sobbing.

"I want nothing but you, my Y/n." He whispers dearly as he moved his hand to cup your face as new tears adorned it, slithering on down meeting his fingertips. He tilted his head to the side and the vines seemed to move and wrap around you completely holding you up ever so lightly around your waist. But even then you were still held down as they secured you in your place below.

"You are mine to keep, now and forever."

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10. "It is unnatural what I feel towards you..."

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steve harrington

word count: 321

This wasn't the plan. You were supposed to love him. You were supposed to open your arms wide for him. Lovingly. Caringly. You weren't supposed to reject him. You weren't supposed to betray him like you did. And your words… they still stung. It hurt, too much for him to bear.

"Steve please…," You whispered, your eyes pleading to let you go. "I won't tell anyone. I promise." Steve looked into your eyes focusing on the person right in front of him. He tried to find the love in your eyes, but all he could see was your fear. This is so wrong. He knows that. But this, you, are worth so much more than his moral compass.

"Y/n," He reached out his hand to caress your cheek. "I love you. So no. I can't let you go." He took a minute to think. This was the right thing to do. "You'll love me too. All in good time. I promise. Because what I have for you it-it is unnatural what I feel towards you…"

He watched your body tense. Was it from his words? Were you actually scared of him?

"It's okay." His face turned into one of worry. He never wanted you to be scared of him. And his eyes softened as a few new tears fell down your face.

"We'll love each other. And I'll take care of you. Because you are the love of my life, Y/n."

"Please…" You whispered shutting your eyes. You wanted to go home. You wanted to get out of his grasp, away from his hands away from his eyes. Away from his words. But those eyes you knew would follow you. His words would forever be etched into your mind.

Steve moved closer, embracing you into his warm arms as your tears flowed harder.

"Don't be scared, Y/n. I'll take good care of you. Just like I always wanted."

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blue eyes [III]

henry creel

[I] [II] [full]

word count: 1780

Exactly six hours had passed since your utmost wonderful "encounter", with your once beloved, Vecna. Time seemed to move too slowly, and every two minutes you would find yourself checking your watch, watching the seconds go by.

You were tired, alone, and scared. And of course, Steve offered to stay, as well as the kids, as a form of comfort and support but you politely declined. You were terrified of what Vecna, Henry, would do.

Would he hurt them? Kill them? You wanted your friends safe, more than anything in the entire world. But how could they be when Vecna was against them?

Besides worrying about your friends, you also had to think about yourself, and the fact that there was a literal monster coming for you. You tried thinking of different ways to protect yourself, to arm yourself. But when imagining it on a larger realistic scale, a gun would not win a fight against a six-foot-tall monster with tentacles, mind powers, and complex feelings.

And that was the other problem occupying your mind late into the night. Him. And you hated yourself for even thinking about it for the slightest second again, but your mind kept wandering back to him. It was hard to put into words for your friends, and even harder to put it into words in your own mind.

But the fact still remains that he is not a good person. You kept telling yourself that. Over and over and over again and again, until you thought it stuck, it never lasted long though.

In all honesty, you just wanted a nice long rest. Just to sleep through all of this. The pain, the worrying, the sense of betrayal. You wanted the one thing you can't have. Because if you do fall asleep you know he'd be there, waiting for you in your dreams. He's there in your mind.

And you could already tell that he was somewhat mad that you were avoiding him. You would never admit it but, you knew him. You know him like you know yourself.

You were in deep thought but all of it paused for a split second. You turned your head to your window and you felt compelled to look out into the woods. You got up from the dent in your bed and slowly stepped towards the moonlight, letting it shine on your face, lighting your way towards the glass.

You peered out into the dark abyss, searching for something, but you didn't know what. You felt like there was something there, but you didn't understand what it exactly was.

Returning your thoughts to your bed, you made your way, but you saw something. You walked back and looked harder and there he stood, adorned in white against the dark of the night. He was standing there, looking back up at you with his blue enticing eyes. And you felt him pierce your mind and body altogether.

"Henry..." You muttered under your breath in disbelief, your eyes widening with horror and confusion. It was Henry in his human form, blessed in all white like an angel sent from heaven.

You pressed closer to the window forcing your hands and face into the glass, decorating it with your heavy breath and fingertips. 'This isn't real... How is he here?' You thought to yourself. There was no way he could be here in this world, he can't be here. Because if he could travel between worlds that means there were new possibilities to consider, and none of them were good.

Henry lifted his arm, gracefully, and motioned for you to follow him into the abyss with him. It immediately reminded you of Alice and the white rabbit. But he wasn't the rabbit. He was the devil reincarnated. You were faced with temptation, but you had to resist. You had to be strong.

After all, you did promise yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of his tricks. But then as Henry started to walk away you started to panic. Breathing started to get harder and the walls seemed to close in, making your head feel dizzy and light.

'Follow me...' He whispered into your ear and you knew it was Henry lurking in your mind. You knew that, but you continued to listen to his words.

In record time you fled your house, not even bothering to put on shoes or a coat. The sense of hurrying was more important as it pumped through your body, filling your veins. You swung open the door and caught sight of Henry's white clothing like a moth to a flame. Like a beacon reaching for you, pulling you forward.

Henry glanced back at you, seeing you follow him like a lost sheep, and he smiled at you. It was kind and innocent, which to your regret, made your stomach churn, either from dread or butterflies. But you continued to follow him anyway.

"I've missed you, Y/n," Henry said in a quiet, soft voice, as you caught up to him. You two were walking side by side with Henry taking the slightly ahead lead, of course.

"Why did you ignore me, Y/n." He continued in that soft tone as if he were an innocent person with no history of being a murderer or a monster. As if he hadn't lied to you for years about who he was. As if he wasn't Vecna.

"I..." You hesitated with your answer.

"Shhh, my love. Save your voice. Just listen to me." You nodded your head and looked down, ashamed. You wanted to be good, and no matter what the other part of your brain was saying you would always listen to him.

"Your friends are lying when they say I'm evil, Y/n. I'm doing this for the world, for us, my love." Henry halted. And there you stood in front of Henry as he peered into your eyes from his height, admiring how tall he feels and how small you seem.

Henry grabbed both of your hands and took them into his own. His hands were warm and big covering yours fully. You peered up to him and watched his focus being solely on his and your hands being conjoined.

"My Y/n," He whispered as he lifted one of your hands up to his lips, gently pressing it to them in a soft kiss. And for every two seconds, he adorned more, making sure to burn the feeling into your skin as he littered more and more.

Everything was so unclear to you. Your thoughts were unfinished like a bottle cap was placed on them before they could bloom into coherent human thoughts. All you could think of, feel, was his lips as he moved high and higher...

"You're my Y/n," He whispered into your arm. You couldn't think to say no or squirm in discomfort as you groaned nodding your head in acceptance, and defeat. Henry noticed this instantly and smiled into your skin, glad that he had stopped your thinking. He just loved when you were so hopelessly in love with him.

Henry stopped and lifted his head, looking at your fuzzy state.

"You look so beautiful." He said taking a full moment to admire you, still dressed in your pajamas. Because to him, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And you looked even prettier dressed in the moonlight.

The shadows of the braches made shaps across your body, and he couldn't help but stare at you, all of you.

"Come on Y/n, it's time to go home." His hands cupped your face as your eyelids opened up a bit wider.

"Home?" You mumbled, trying your best to think, but you couldn't.

"Yes, your new home," And that's when a part of you started to panic. "our home, my love." Your mind started to think just above what was being forced down, and the only thought was, 'Bad...'

You tried to push yourself off of him, but your limbs were no use. They felt heavy and dense like weights have been placed upon them keeping you from using them.

"Henry..." You said as you kept on trying to push away from him.

"Are you going to be difficult?" He said oddly sweetly, addressing your lose attempt at 'leaving'. But you continued on with your pathetic movements.

"We," Henry said as his eyebrows knitted together while he lifted his hand "are going home." He attached his hand to your temple at a frightening speed and you immediately toppled down into his arms as your limbs became limp.

Henry lifted you up carefully, carrying you in both of his arms. As he walked forward further into the woods your head lolled towards your house. And the only feeling you could process was regret. You regretted not trying harder to resist him and you regreted saying no to Steve's-

"Y/N!"

Steve? Henry stopped completely growling in an annoyed groan as he slowly turned around. It was Steve.

"Y/N where are you?"

You tried to call out to him, to scream something to get his attention. But you couldn't. In your useless attempt, the only sound that made it past your lips was a small mumble of a groan.

Henry turned back around and continued striding confidently onward with you pressed close against him, resuming into his calm aura.

"There they are!" Will called out pointing his flashlight in your direction.

"Vecna has them!" Nancy shouted in a frightened shrill.

They were all here! Every single one of them was here to save you! You cheered in your head as you imagined the idea of being saved by them, by your friends. This was your time. You were going home. You were going to be safe...

But then the wind started to pick up faster and faster. The trees started to crackle and snap with animosity and force. Their wood bent into unnatural shapes encaging you and Henry in, away from the rest. And its branches grew dangerously sharp as it protruded against what Henry deemed as intruders. It sounded like snarling animals. Aggressive, loud, and scary as hundreds of trees obeyed a force stronger than mother nature herself.

And still, with all the sounds and shifting behind him, Henry continued his slow pace. His face showed nothing but pride as he just bent nature to his ultimate will.

Without a single doubt with his actions, he moved his face down and brought his mouth to your ear,

"You are the love of my life." He whispered as he looked back up at your curled unresponsive form, a soft smile blessing his face.

"Forever and always..."

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henry creel

word count: 3460

-I-

Every night you always had a dream. Ever since you were 15 years old there wasn't a day when you didn't dream of him. A man in all white calling out to you. At first, you thought nothing of it, but when he was continuously there night after night in your mind, you decided this was something more, that he was something more.

He was tall and had perfect blue eyes. He was beautiful and the way he talked made your heart flutter. He always knew how to sway your mind. And he was always there, comforting you after all your troubles and problems you went through.

So every night you slipped into a sleep-like coma, expecting him, expecting Henry. And he was there. He was always there no matter what. He whispered sweet things into your ear while you sobbed into his all-white clothing. Tucking your hair behind your ear so as to not get into your eyes. He always said he loved your eyes the most.

"It's okay, my love... It will all be better soon. Plus, I will always be here, in your mind. No matter what."

He whispered caressing your face which soothed your broken state. Henry was right. He will always be here for you, no matter what because he has been already. Each night he has been here more than any of your friends. So you believed him. You looked up into his blue eyes and touched his face.

"Thank you..." You smiled as you leaned into him pressing your lips against his.

You pulled back away from him and took a closer at his facial features, trying to commit them to your memory. God you hoped he was real and not a figment of your imagination.

"You're real right?" You asked as Henry tried not to burst out laughing.

"Of course I'm real. And I promise we'll meet very soon."

"What does that mean?"

"Shh... Our time is up, my love."

______

You were frozen.

"Henry Creel is Vecna."

Those words... just four words were something that made you freeze completely. Your mind going into overdrive and your body starts to panic. Henry Creel was Vecna. The man that was in your dreams every single night. The man that was always there for you in every way. That man was Vecna.

"I know him..." you whispered to the group. You knew more than what you wanted to admit or tell them, but you had to say something, but not everything. You would never admit to loving him... that Vecna was someone that you called "my love".

You tried to look up at them, at someone, but you couldn't even manage to do that. You kept your head down and braced for the reaction of what you were about to confess to. And all their eyes were on you, waiting for what was about to be said.

"He... He was in my dreams. For a very long time... and we talked."

"You talked to him!" Steve practically yelled causing you to flinch just a bit.

"All he said was his name was Henry, he never said anything more about who he was. That he was... Vecna."

"Y/n did he ever talk about anything that's worth mentioning?" Nancy whispered trying to calm you down.

"Like if he had an evil plan to take over the world or something?"

"I don't think he ever said anything about his "evil plan". You told Dustin.

"Henry... I mean Vecna, never told me anything that hinted at him being a murderer. We never talked about that sort of stuff while we were together." You paused gaining some strength in your posture and voice. You just hoped that they wouldn't question you more on what you and Vecna actually talked about.

"All we ever talked about was me, and other things, but that's beside the point. He never told me about anything that he did outside my dreams." You breathed in and out of your nose, your senses finally calming down. But all of a sudden you got goosebumps along your neck. You turned around only to see a different landscape, a different world. You weren't in Will's house anymore, you were somewhere else entirely.

"Y/n..." You heard his voice behind you. Henry...

"I told you... you would see me very soon..."

-II-

You turned around sharply, expecting the image of Henry, but you were greeted with the tentacles of Vecna.

"You lied to me..." You whispered your face growing angry and heartbroken over this vile creature. You tried to look into his eyes, his once perfect blue eyes, but they were gone. The Henry that you knew was never real.

"Don't say that, my love. I was always real. We were real." Vecna whispered sickly sweetly as he read your mind completely.

"Don't say that! Don't you dare say that what we had was real!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, your heart screaming at the pain he had caused you and others.

"You..." you threatened, but to your dismay, it was more of a whisper of a whimper, "you are a monster..." Tears spilled down your face as you looked at him head-on, almost as if you were challenging the all-powerful Vecna himself.

"I had always believed what we had was real." He said as he picked up his claw-like arm to caress your face,

"Did you lose your faith in me?" And as his nails touched your face you realized one thing, you had to run. Right now.

You sharply moved your head out of the reach of his hand and tried to get your legs to move too, but you simply couldn't. You looked down to see vine-like tentacles crawling up your thigh, higher and higher, keeping you stuck and chained down in front of Vecna.

"There's no escape, Y/n." You tried to yank your legs free but it was no use. The harder you struggled the tighter they got, until you felt as if your legs were going numb.

You kept on struggling until it was too tiring to do so any longer. Your breathing had increased all the while Vecna was watching you, staring at you with his white eyes, as you struggled to hopelessly get away from him. He was enjoying this, and you knew it.

"Don't cry, my love." He whispered as he moved closer to your already close bodies. But it was too late, you were bawling your eyes out.

"Shh, my dear. Everything will work out for us in the end." He grabbed your body gently, for a monster, and pulled you into his slimy chest, holding you closer than you possibly can. And you couldn't help but fall for his tactics. You loved him.

You hated yourself for it and you hated that you didn't even fight as the tentacle-like vines got a hold of your wrists and kept them in their place, tightly.

So you cried and cried for what seemed like hours and hours.

"I'm sorry, my love... But our time is up..."

"No no no--" you repeated through your unsteady gasps as you tried to beg him to not let go of you.

"Don't leave me, Henry, please..." He stepped back and took a look at your broken state, just like he always did, and he just stared at you. And at that moment all you wanted was his perfect blue eyes. You wanted your Henry back.

"You lied to me..." You whispered-sobbed as Henry picked up your downcasted face, and he made you look at him, into his white glassy eyes. And that's when you realized that he had gotten you, that you had fallen for his tricks.

"Tell your friends..." he moved his face to your ears as you squirmed against the chaining tentacles against your wrists and legs, "I always get what I want."

And that's when you blacked out. Within seconds you were back at Will's house with everyone surrounding you, screaming at you to "wake up".

"We thought you were dead!"

"Tell us what happened!"

"Are you okay!"

You couldn't even think straight. You couldn't even hear anything at the moment. All you could hear could feel, was him. His slimy hands, and his breath against your ear. You couldn't think of anything else, and you hated yourself for it.

"Y/n, just talk, please." Steve grabbed your arm trying to get you to at least look at him.

"He's coming Steve..." You whispered latching onto his arm as if it would ground you. But you couldn't help tearing up and letting them fall. You were doomed and there was no escape.

"I can't run from him..." And that's when you broke down, sliding to the floor holding onto someone's leg for comfort or just something to hold on to. You wanted the feeling of that monster gone, but you knew it was no use. And they knew that too.

"Y/n..." Nancy whispered, ", were you and Vecna... something more?"

"He was everything..." You cried out,

"He helped me through tough times, and he made me laugh. We told stories and danced, and talked. He... we..." you paused for a second, gasping for at least some air, " He told me he loved me."

"Oh shit," Eddie mumbled beneath his breath.

"Every night I would fall asleep, and he would be there. For years he was there! And now I can't escape him!"

"Y/n we're going to find a way through this, we are going to protect you."

"It's no use, Steve. Henry- I mean Vecna said it himself,

"Everything will work out for us in the end"

"Then we'll just have to find a way to kill him then." You looked up at Robin with your teared-up eyes. This wasn't going to end well. For you, for your friends... Your fate was sealed the moment Henry revealed and embedded himself into your subconscious. And that's when you felt his words in your ear again,

"I always get what I want."

There truly was no escape.

-III-

Exactly six hours have passed since your utmost wonderful "encounter", with your once beloved, Vecna. Time seemed to move too slowly, and every two minutes you would find yourself checking your watch, watching the seconds go by.

You were tired, alone, and scared. And of course, Steve offered to stay, as well as the kids, as a form of comfort and support but you politely declined. You were terrified of what Vecna, Henry, would do.

Would he hurt them? Kill them? You wanted your friends safe, more than anything in the entire world. But how could they be when Vecna was against them?

Besides worrying about your friends, you also had to think about yourself, and the fact that there was a literal monster coming for you. You tried thinking of different ways to protect yourself, to arm yourself. But when imagining it on a larger scale, a gun would not win a fight against a six-foot-tall monster with tentacles, mind powers, and strong feelings.

And that was the other problem occupying your mind late into the night. Him. And you hated yourself for even thinking about it for the slightest second again, but your mind kept wandering back to him. It was hard to put into words for your friends, and even harder to put it into words in your own mind.

But the fact still remains that he is not a good person. You kept telling yourself that. Over and over and over again and again, until you thought it stuck, it never lasted long though.

In all honesty, you just wanted a nice long rest. Just to sleep through all of this. The pain, the worrying, the sense of betrayal. You wanted the one thing you can't have. Because if you do fall asleep you know he'd be there, waiting for you.

And you could already tell that he was somewhat mad that you were avoiding him. You would never admit it but, you knew him, you know him, like the back of your hand.

You were in deep thought but all of it paused for a split second. You turned your head to your window you felt compelled to look out into the woods. You got up from the dent in your bed and slowly stepped towards the moonlight, letting it shine on your face, lighting your way towards the glass.

You peered out into the dark abyss, searching for something, but you didn't know what. You felt like there was something there, but you didn't understand what it exactly was.

Returning your thoughts to your bed, you made your way, but you saw something. You walked back and looked harder and there he stood, adorned in white against the dark of the night. He was standing there, looking back up at you with his blue eyes. And you felt him pierce your mind and body altogether.

"Henry..." You muttered under your breath in disbelief, your eyes widening with horror and confusion. It was Henry in his human form, blessed in all white like an angel sent from heaven.

You pressed closer to the window forcing your hands and face into the glass, decorating it with your heavy breath and fingertips. 'This isn't real... How is he here?' You thought to yourself. There was no way he could be here in this world, he can't be here. Because if he could travel between worlds that means there were new possibilities to consider, and none of them were good.

Henry lifted his arm, gracefully, and motioned for you to follow him into the abyss with him. It immediately reminded you of Alice and the white rabbit. But he wasn't the rabbit. He was the devil reincarnated. You were faced with temptation, but you had to resist. You had to be strong.

After all, you did promise yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of his tricks. But then as Henry started to walk away you started to panic. Breathing started to get harder and the walls seemed to close in, making your head feel dizzy and light.

'Follow me...' He whispered into your ear and you knew it was Henry lurking in your mind. You knew that, but you continued to listen to his words.

In record time you fled your house, not even bothering to put on shoes or a coat. The sense of hurrying was more important as it pumped through your body, filling your veins. You swung open the door and caught sight of Henry's white clothing like a moth to a flame. Like a beacon reaching for you, pulling you forward.

Henry glanced back at you, seeing you follow him like a lost sheep, and he smiled at you. It was kind and innocent, which to your regret, made your stomach churn, either from dread or butterflies. But you continued to follow him anyway.

"I've missed you, Y/n," Henry said in a quiet, soft voice, as you caught up to him. You two were walking side by side with Henry taking the lead of course.

"Why did you ignore me, Y/n." He continued in that soft tone as if he were an innocent person with no history of being a murderer. As if he hadn't lied to you for years about who he was. As if he wasn't Vecna.

"I..." You hesitated with your answer.

"Shhh, my love. Save your voice. Just listen to me." You nodded your head and looked down, ashamed. You wanted to be good, and no matter what the other part of your brain was saying you would always listen to him.

"Your friends are lying when they say I'm evil, Y/n. I'm doing this for the world, for us, my love." Henry stopped and let you catch up to him. And there you stood in front of Henry as he peered into your eyes from his height, admiring how tall he feels and how small you seem.

Henry grabbed both your hands and took them into his own. His hands were warm and big covering yours fully. You peered up to him and watched his focus being solely on his and your hands being conjoined.

"My Y/n," He whispered as he lifted one of your hands up to his lips, gently pressing it to them in a soft kiss. And for every two seconds, he adorned more, making sure to burn the feeling into your skin as he littered more and more.

Everything was so unclear to you. Your thoughts were unfinished like a bottle cap was placed on them before they could bloom into coherent human thoughts. All you could think of, feel, was his lips as he moved high and higher...

"You're my Y/n," He whispered into your arm. You couldn't think to say no or squirm in discomfort as you groaned nodding your head in acceptance, and defeat. Henry noticed this instantly and smiled into your skin, glad that he had stopped your thinking. He just loved when you were so hopelessly in love with him.

Henry stopped and lifted his head, looking at your fuzzy state.

"You look so beautiful." He said taking a full moment to admire you, still dressed in your pajamas. Because to him, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And you looked even prettier dressed in the moonlight.

The shadows of the braches made shaps across your body, and he couldn't help but stare at you, all of you.

"Come on Y/n, it's time to go home." His hands cupped your face as your eyelids opened up a bit wider.

"Home?" You mumbled, trying your best to think, but you couldn't.

"Yes, your new home," And that's when a part of you started to panic. "our home, my love." Your mind started to think just above what was being forced down, and the only thought was, 'Bad...'

You tried to push yourself off of him, but your limbs were no use. They felt heavy and dense like weights have been placed upon them keeping you from using them.

"Henry..." You said as you kept on trying to push away from him.

"Are you going to be difficult?" He said oddly sweetly, addressing your lose attempt at 'leaving'. But you continued on with your pathetic movements.

"We," Henry said as his eyebrows knitted together while he lifted his hand "are going home." He attached his hand to your temple at a frightening speed and you immediately toppled down into his arms as your limbs became limp.

Henry lifted you up carefully, carrying you in both of his arms. As he walked forward further into the woods your head lolled towards your house. And the only feeling you could process was regret. You regretted not trying harder to resist him and you regreted saying no to Steve's-

"Y/N!"

Steve? Henry stopped completely growling in an annoyed groan as he slowly turned around. It was Steve.

"Y/N where are you?"

You tried to call out to him, to scream something to get his attention. But you couldn't. In your useless attempt, the only sound that made it past your lips was a small mumble of a groan.

Henry turned back around and continued striding confidently onward with you pressed close against him, resuming into his calm aura.

"There they are!" Will called out pointing his flashlight in your direction.

"Vecna has them!" Nancy shouted in a frightened shrill.

They were all here! Every single one of them was here to save you! You cheered in your head as you imagined the idea of being saved by them, by your friends. This was your time. You were going home. You were going to be safe...

But then the wind started to pick up faster and faster. The trees started to crackle and snap with animosity and force. Their wood bent into unnatural shapes engaging you and Henry in, away from the rest. And its branches grew dangerously sharp as it protruded against what Henry deemed as intruders. And it all sounded like a snarling animal. Aggressive, loud, and scary as hundreds of trees obeyed a force stronger than mother nature herself.

And still, with all the sounds and shifting behind him, Henry continued his slow pace. His face showed nothing but pride as he just bent nature to his ultimate will.

Without a single doubt with his actions, he moved his face down and brought his mouth to your ear,

"You are the love of my life." He whispered as he looked back up at your curled unresponsive form, a soft smile blessing his face.

"Forever and always..."