#Yandere Simulator x gender neutral reader

[heytherelysia]

hello, i really enjoyed your work so far & i saw that your reqs are open! i was wondering if you could do ayato aishi x gn reader who is anxious and dependent? reader is almost like a sheep, following the crowd and attaching themself to their friends. thank you and i hope you have a lovely day/night 🤍

ayato aishi x anxious + dependent reader

you guys don't know how happy i get when i see requests 😭 good crumbs anon! as much as i like an independent reader who knows how to stand up for themselves, there's a special spark in a reader who is very reliant on others and in any way fragile. you guys have a lovely day too!

gn reader, not proofread, alludes to kidnapping, pretty tame for the most part.

you never shared a glanced at each other, not even once, but he was hooked on you when you accidentally spilled your drink on one of the delinquents.

"oh no... i'm sorry i'm sorry! i- ...please forgive me."

it was distressing. you didn't mean to be such a klutz, especially in front of a crowd of people, and now you got into such a mess with one of the delinquents.

the way he looks at you with annoyance, not even bothering to say a word. you know he's mad, rightfully so.

"i'm sorry... i'll buy you another uniform if you want..."

"don't bother. how do i know you won't dirty the uniform when you can't even hold your drink correctly and look where ya going? now move outta the way."

your friends help you stand up as the delinquents pass you by. by the time you look up, you no longer see the crowd of eyes that was practically shooting daggers at you. they continue their mindless conversations before your accident. although embarrassing yourself made a stain in your reputation, it's refreshing that an ocean of eyes is no longer staring right through you. you'll worry about the gossips regarding your clumsiness later.

much to your dismay, gray eyes were observing you the entire time. there was no spark in their eyes since the moment of their birth, they had no soul, they had no purpose, but to be a functioning citizen, when they are just flesh and meat without a sense of mind.

but you helped them. you helped them gain the spark in their eyes, you helped them become their own person, and you helped them find their purpose in life. you've done it all without ever acknowledging them.

ayato snaps out of it when your friends start to escort you away from the scene, rubbing your back and shoulders.

the apologies emitted from your mouth, your hands you were playing with in pure anxiety, your shivering body. he wants it all, he wants all that you can ever give him.

your sheepish personality does not benefit you, but it gives all the pros to ayato. he loved it when your breathing went stiff when he went up to you to say hi.

you've always needed company. wherever there is a crowd, you'll squeeze yourself in, just as long as they don't look at you like you have murdered a family of seven.

but ayato was an unusual company.

at first, it seems like he was just walking past the hall until his feet stops by the bench you're sitting on.

ayato aishi, he is commonly praised for his mother's victory in court when she was accused of murder and the disappearance of five girls. even so, he is still an average student, he hasn't done anything extravagant himself, unless we're talking about his effort to learn everything about you.

"hi."

he's... straight to the point. you try to at least look at him, but you are quick to look away when you see that his face is barely an inch away from you.

"...oh! uh... hi!" you're looking at everything but his face, he just won't stop staring.

he loves it when you're anxious, trembling, jittery and all. but he wishes that you could look at him again more thoroughly, like he is an art piece at a museum.

the next thing you know, he is walking away as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. oddly enough, you maintain eye contact with him until he eventually disappears down the hall.

he never talked to you again after the interaction but something always feels like it's watching you.

one thing that he does not like about you is that you surround yourself with familiar faces and rely on your closest companions. it makes it difficult for him to stalk you without alarming anyone. and with the other, it's rather a jealousy thing of his. one day, when he gets you all to himself, you will depend your very existence to him. rest assured, he'll take care of you, cook you delicious food, and shower you with praise. none of your friends are able to give you what he can, he is special, as he likes to think.

(bonus!) "ayato's darling shrine"

portrait — a photo of my darling watching the sunset. they look a thousand times more beautiful.

broken earphones — my darling threw this away on their way home. i wish we can listen to music together with these headphones.

gel pen — darling's favorite pen. they were upset when they lost it, i almost wanted to give it back to them.

crumpled paper — scrapped essay for their research. they forgot to throw it in the trash out of stress. their handwriting is cute, should i write them letters one day?

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[okchijt]

Can I request some Kashiko Murasaki dating headcanons?

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! This is gonna be a tough one for sure but I think I'll manage! I'm surprised there is more than one sentence in her character Wiki so that definitely helped a lot lmao. And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy!❤

General Kashiko Murasaki Romantic Headcanons

📱 Kashiko would be the type of girlfriend to pretend to her friends and everyone else's faces that you don't exist to her, but in private she's all over you. It would be one of does relationships where her image and popularity matter more to her than your relationship.

📱 As if to make up for the cold treatment she gives you at school, Kashiko brags nonstop to her friends about her supposed partner and how amazing they are to her. She'll make sure to always praise you to them whenever she sees you around, loudly exclaiming how much you mean to her and how perfect you are. Bragging about all of the dates you two go to and how much effort you make for her and how much of a better partner you are to her than the partners her friends have. Kashiko makes sure to show her friends and everyone around her how proud she is of her supposed relationship without involving you, and of course, everyone believes her! They've never seen or heard her supposed partner's name but it's Kashiko's word against theirs, so who cares!? Kashiko just hopes it pleases you just as much as it pleases her to praise you so openly to the whole school without exposing anything that she doesn't want to say.

📱 When in your presence, be that on dates or by just being next to you, Kashiko makes an effort to be nicer to the people around her who aren't just you. She may put on an act about not even knowing who you are in her friends' faces, but she always suitably tries to be nice about it if she can. Whenever she says something that she shouldn't have because it's rude and you nudge or criticize her for it she reluctantly but immediately tries to fix her mistake. It does take time and patience though, and as much as Kashiko pretends like she doesn't appreciate you trying to help her be better, she secretly does cause she can't believe you actually believe or love her enough to even try. The results are slowly showing though, she didn't scream at the lady in the store for taking too long to scan her items, so that's something at least!

📱 You are probably the only person to know the truth about Kashiko's secret. This shows that despite the way she treats you differently in public or private she trusts you a lot and that you matter to her immensely. She'd admit to you that she's actually mixed race as if it's something to be ashamed of and that she hopes you won't think less of her for it. Imagine Kashiko's surprise to you not even caring at all about this information, you'd brush it off as it's not a big deal at all and begin to ask her various questions about it and say how that explains a lot and how cool it is to know. Depending on how you word it or you react Kashiko may just start crying over hearing/seeing such overwhelming acceptance from you, something she's never received from anyone. She'll cling to you as if her life depends on it as she cries all of her years of pain away, just grateful to have someone who continues to love her despite this.

📱 Has a full album of pictures of just you on her phone, some with her, some without her, the point is she has a whole section dedicated to you on her phone. It ranges from the most aesthetic/model-like pictures to the most boring/uneventful pictures out there. Kashiko will basically grab any opportunity she can get to snap a picture of you no matter how you look or what you are doing, she just adores you so much that she can't help it! She gushes over each and every one of them, whining about how she can't show them off to her friends or even the world to see, she just wants to show you off but you both know she can't. But in a way that makes her love the pictures even more because they are only for her to see and enjoy, every time she's having a bad day, one look at one of those pictures instantly makes her whole week and she's smiling uncontrollably for the rest of the day.

📱 Kashiko's love language includes words of affirmation and physical touch! This is something most if not all of the bullies have in common. During school hours Kashiko pretends as if you don't exist, she will treat you coldly and act as if your very existence bothers her, but if you squint hard enough you can tell this treatment she gives you hurts her deep inside. That's why she's all over you as soon as you two are alone with no one around to discover your secret relationship. She'll nuzzle against you as she begs for forgiveness in the most childish way possible, making you question if she even means what she's saying. Despite this Kashiko does feel bad that she values her popularity more than you so she makes sure to shower you with as much love in private as she can. She'll be all over you, kissing you all over as she makes sure that she's always holding you in some way. She'll praise you for being such a good and patient partner with her and how she's so lucky to have someone as amazing and understanding as you. Just expect to never have time for yourself when you two are together, cause this girl is not letting you go till she makes sure all is forgiven and you're reminded of her love.

📱 As I've touched on slightly above, Kashiko's other love language is words of affirmation! And that means that you will be dropped into a world full of praise! And coming from someone as proud as her that means a lot! at least in her opinion, Kashiko will make sure to praise you any chance she gets, whether it's to your face or in conversation with her friends she's always saying how great you are and that you are the only person worthy of her love. She's also a natural flirt who can come up with a pick-up line on the fly without trying, that's how good she is. Surprisingly Kashiko knows what it's like to be insecure about something, so when she knows you're feeling down over something you may not like about yourself, she's quick to remind you that she only settles for the best, so whatever you're worried about is already perfect enough in her eyes so there is nothing to feel anxious about. But if you need a more tender reassuring then Kashiko will try to give it to you, it will be very awkward cause being vulnerable is something she's not used to, but she'll try to gently tell you how she will love you regardless as she kisses you all over your face for added reassurance.

📱 Although Kashiko is a big lover of PDA, she'll only ever partake in it in specific areas where she knows none of her friends hang out. Kashiko doesn't care if a random person from school catches you two, they are just a nobody, and no one will believe them, unlike if her friends catch her with someone not so popular. If she knows she's in a space where she constantly doesn't feel the need to check if anyone is watching then she's clinging to you like never before. Holding your hand tightly in hers, nuzzling her face against your arm, or just flat-out hugging you out of nowhere, not caring who watches. That said, PDA is only reserved during times when Kashiko is absolutely sure none of her friends will catch her, if you two are somewhere where her clique would usually be then she'll detach herself from you immediately, creating distance with you as she pretends she doesn't know you exist. But as soon as you two are in the clear she clings to you all over again as if nothing happened.

📱 Since your relationship is a secret, Kashiko makes sure to shower you with kisses every chance she gets. Sometimes during school hours if she's feeling desperate she'll pull you aside somewhere where no one will see and without a chance for you to react she'll already have her lips on yours. Kashiko's kisses are always passionate, desperate, and hungry, showing you how much she misses being in your presence, making sure to show you through the kiss how much she hates not being able to be public with you and how sorry she is for it. Kashiko's favorite spot to kiss you is your lips, it's no surprise really when you consider how little she gets to show you her love during school hours so she makes sure to make up for it on her favorite spot to kiss you. It's the most intimate place and it always gets the right message out to you about her feelings for you, therefore it's her favorite.

📱 Anything involving physical affection Kashiko lives for, so why would cuddles be any different!? Out of everything that I've mentioned, cuddles are Kashiko's guilty pleasure because it's the only time she can be the most intimate with you without worrying that anyone will catch you two in the act. I like to think Kashiko is a switch with a heavy preference for being the little spoon, she'll press herself tightly against you, wanting to be entangled in your arms as you shield her from the world. This is also her most vulnerable state and the only time you'll ever see her like that, it's when all of her fears and insecurities come to life. She will cry if you decide to reciprocate and whisper words of encouragement and reassurance into her ear, how everything she worries about you absolutely love and won't have it any other way, let me tell you she'll cling to you and will never want to let you go after that, she appreciates the gesture immensely, more then you'll ever know in fact. Kashiko is always warm, so cuddling during the summer is always a pain, especially because she can't go a single day without multiple cuddles. But during winter you cannot be more glad than to have a literal fireplace as a girlfriend!

📱 No matter if it's during school hours or not, Kashiko sees everyone as a threat even if the person in question is just a friend or someone that truly means no harm, Kashiko will always feel like she's competing over you with them. The worst is at school though, how is she supposed to make sure no one tries to steal you away from her when her reputation forces her to pretend like you don't even exist!? That being said she does step over the line just enough sometimes to make the point come across without endangering her image. As soon as the person gets on her nerves enough, be that touching you or their words become more flirty with each word then that's where Kashiko steps in. "Are you seriously interested in them? I didn't think anyone would be this desperate to date such a nobody!" Kashiko would mock with a laugh before walking past you two, knowing already that it was all it took to make the person back off out of fear of their image being worse by being with you. The worst part is that Kashiko knows it was wrong and cruel to say something like that, especially because she didn't mean it. There is no better option than you, and if it was anyone else she wouldn't have cared nearly enough to later catch you alone and cry all of her apologizes to you. She'll beg for your forgiveness as she showers you with praise and that she never meant those words, that she only said them to protect you, and that you mean everything to her. She'll shower you with love and affection as she holds you tightly against her, promising to make it up to you and that she'll always love you.

📱 Although Kashiko would prefer to go to a fancy restaurant with you for a date, she knows it'll risk her getting caught, so she settles for less fancy outings. Museums, arcades, aquariums, picnics or just staying home are the types of dates Kashiko doesn't have to worry about being caught at by her friends. Even though she hated the idea of some of these like the museum, she decided that if it's with you she doesn't mind. And it's true because each time you two go somewhere she would rather die than be caught going there alone, she always ends up having a blast because you make it fun and interesting for her. Staying-at-home dates are her favorite though, because you two get to reenact the idea of going to a restaurant by turning the dining area into a fancy enough space to make the fantasy come true. It's moments like these where Kashiko appreciates you the most, because despite everything she puts you through you still go all out and put up with her.

📱 Kashiko as a girlfriend is such a mixed bag it would really take a lot out of a person to even tolerate half the things she does. Between her being a horrible person to other people with no remours and her acting cold towards you during school hours, she does make sure to make up for it though in private. There is not a single day where you aren't reminded by her how much she loves you and that you are literally the most important person in her life because you know her secret and accept her regardless of it. Your dating life will basically have two sides to it, the cold nonexistent kind and the overflowing loving type of one, the question is, are you willing to put up with it for just a slice of paradise?

[iicheeze]

Notice me, Senpai! Prologue

Yandere Genshin Impact X Gender Neutral Reader YANDERE SIMULATOR AU

summary: It was your second year at Teyvat High. Expecting another normal year in your high school life. But why is there so many people suddenly courting you?!?! And why is there suddenly so many missing students?!?!

update: Now it has storyline previews for each nations (ones that are currently available at the game, of course.)

a/n: This is an explanation and cast of my Yandere Simulator AU story.

Starring..

Senpai as You.

[Name]'s Best Friend as Qingfu.

Mondstadt Edition

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Aether and Lumine.

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Eula Lawrence.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Noelle.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Fischl / Amy.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Albedo Kreideprinz.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Venti.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Lisa Minci.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Kaeya Alberich.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Diluc Ragnvindr.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Amber (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Jean Gunnhildr.

Storyline Preview;

Aether and Lumine was always the same. They're twins after all. Ever since they were born, all they do is help people. No matter what. No matter what they feel. No matter how difficult it may be. It's gotten to an extent where they couldn't feel anything anymore. They just feel hollow. As ever blue sky and its beautiful clouds just turned black and white.

Yet, it became colorful once more ever since they encountered their beloved senpai, [L. Name] [Name]. They can't help that they felt butterflies in their stomach and felt as if the world has gained colour once more!

Yet.. Why do they feel uneasy when they saw their beloved senpai talking to another person?

They can't let them go. Not when they make them feel this way. Not when they are the reason their world is colorful. Not when they make them feel as if they have finally gained a reason to live.

They've been helpful for so long. They're allowed to be selfish.. Right?

Liyue Edition

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Zhongli

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Xiao.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Mao Xiangling.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Yelan.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Chongyun.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Beidou.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Shenhe.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Ganyu.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Childe or Tartaglia.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Hu Tao (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Ningguang.

Storyline Preview;

Zhongli had always been the same. Considering, kind, but calm and content. Yet he couldn't shake off the feeling where he felt empty at the inside ever since his beloved, Guizhong, died due to a terminal sickness. He had long moved on from it. But his heart can't reset back to normal. He doesn't feel anything when people confess their feelings to him. Just hollow. Empty.

He can't help but long for the feeling of being in love again.

Yet, it all changed when he accidentally bumped into his senpai whilst walking around his new high school. Spilling their canned soda on him. It was supposed to be revolting. But he somehow doesn't mind. Not when his attention is fixated on their senpai.

When their hands touched, he felt something. Something growing inside him. Like a beautiful sunflower blooming once the sun rises.

He had forgotten what it feels like to be in love. If he is in love, is this what it feels like? Warm, but lovely? If it is, he'd want to feel like this forever.

Their interaction had already ended, yet his feelings kept growing.

However, a flower has to die in the end.

As he then saw his beloved senpai, talking to another man. So lovingly, so friendly. It couldn't help but make him feel rotten on the inside.

He finally gets his heart re-build once more, he can't have another broken. Not again. He will not let his senpai go. No matter what it takes. He doesn't care if he'll have blood on his hands. It's all for him and his senpai. He doesn't want to feel empty again. He will not let them go.

Inazuma Edition

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Kamisato Ayaka.

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Kuki Shinobu.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Kaedehara Kazuha.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Yoimiya.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Sangonomiya Kokomi.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Thoma.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Yae Miko.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Raiden Shogun or Ei.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Arataki Itto.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Shikanoin Heizou (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Kamisato Ayato.

Storyline Preview;

Kamisato Ayaka has always been known for their family clan and business. Due to her parents no longer here, she and her older brother had to take care of the business at a young age.

She was always known as smart, elegant, and kind. Yet she stayed alone. She wanted to have friends. But God forbid it.

But, that all changed when she entered High School. The one her older brother designed, to be perfect for her and himself.

She was just relaxing at the rooftop. Enjoying the breeze. Until she decided to practice her dance. After all, no one is there to watch, right?

That is where she was wrong.

Her body swayed along with the wind. Granting her body free moves as she continued to dance with the wind. As she finally finished, she heard clapping.

Turning to where the noise came from.. It was from.. You. Her senpai.

“ That was beautiful..! ”

It was such a simple compliment. So why did her heart start beating fast?

That interaction had ended. It was supposed to be a small one, anyways. As you were busy with other things.

But she couldn't help but think about you. Her senpai. Her mind is basically infested with it. What could she do to impress you once again? What could she do to meet you again? What could she do to finally be of someone's main attention?

She needs you. She has to have you. You were the only one who could understand her. Who could accompany her. Who could finally set your attention to her. Just her.

So just look at her again, won't you? Just her. Don't look at anyone else. You won't need anyone else with her around.

Sumeru Edition

(ADJUSTMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE TO FIT THE ROLES MORE PERFECTLY)

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Al-Haitham.

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Wanderer or Scaramouche.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Candace.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Kaveh.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Tighnari.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Nilou.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Layla.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Il Dottore.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Dehya.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Nahida & Collei (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Cyno.

Storyline Preview;

Al-Haitham had always been.. Pretentious.

He was smart, he was attractive, he was looked up on to, he was anything you can ask for in a man.

So why does he feel empty?

It felt as if something is missing. It always feels like something is missing inside him.

He had spent all his time on books, knowledge, education. And nothing else. Was it company he craved? No, he isn't.

Right?

His interaction with you was simple. Yet cliche.

You were just going to grab a book in the library, that was obviously too tall for you to take. Getting onto your toes, you tried again. Only for another hand to reach for the book, touching yours.

As soon as the two of you made contact, he can't help but feel.. full.

He felt as if his stomach was filled with sweets, love and butterflies. But it was illogical! There was no way he feels this way just by touching your hand.

You let him take the book as it isn't that important to you anyways. Leaving him alone with his thoughts.

It was a nice gesture of you for him. Do you really prioritize others than yourself?

He decided to brush those feelings off, calling them annoying. But his heart kept beating fast. Ignoring what his mind said.

His vision was fixated on you as you left the library, yet through the windows.. He saw you and another.. boy.

Why is he so rude to you? Why is he so mean to you? Why is he so cruel to you? And why are you just laughing it off? Why are you smiling at him so lovingly? Why are you even hanging out with him? Why? Why? Why?!

He doesn't understand. He hates feeling like this, but he can't help but want more. He's never felt anything like it. Why does he want you so bad? Why does he want to get rid of anyone that dares to stand next to you? He doesn't understand.

Yet he knows one thing. He need to get rid of those who dare to stand next to you, let alone talk to you!? He has to. He has to. Only HE is allowed to stand next to you! Only HE is allowed to talk to you! Only HE is allowed to see that beautiful smile of yours. Only HE is allowed to hear your laughs. Him, him, him! Not anyone else! He won't allow it.

Please remember that each edition has different storylines. But same ending. So I hope you all are anticipated for chapter one!

Notice Me, Senpai Masterlist

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✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 ꒰ ZOMBIE !♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

୧ ‧₊˚ ✨️ ꒰ fluff? ꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ dark content?

✦. ⊹ ‧₊˚ 💓 ꒰ GN reader - you/your . ꒱ᗜˋ

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🩹 Taro X GN reader

✦. ⊹ ‧₊˚ 💌 TW. Blood, zombies, gore, yandere . ꒱ᗜˋ

NOTE: Zombie song, I love that song especially the yandere simulator one!! :3 Zombie apocalypse AU!! This is based off of the yansim video but it's a reader insert!!

His raven black hair you were attracted to him as soon as you saw him. You couldn't resist him he was so cute.

But his friends were the problem, aespecially the orange and black haired ones.

The annoying orange hair girl was in your way she couldn't stop talking. Saying mean comments about him, he did all the work while she screamed but good thing that her bodyguard got token out.

She was strong but she tasted good the orange hair girls name face as she watched her friend getting eaten, she begged for her to help but she ran away crying, screaming.

They bite a chunk out of her neck, her blood on the zombies and on the concrete ground. Osana was her name, youcan remember her some parts before you come into this monster.

She was loud she had her friend or bodyguard next to her all times, her name was raibaru. Anyways she had long hair which was a mistake.

She screamed for help this is her fault for having long hair, she tries hitting them but it's no use they are stronger than her.

She gets eaten by the zombies, her orange hair stained with some of her blood. She stopped screaming you wondered if the other surivivors heard her?

You see an black hair girl with emotionless eyes as she watches the zombies eat osana, how interesting people would scream or try to help but she just watched.

She was annoying as well saying close to him and blushing around him.... she was good with a knife surprisingly she never got bites even when she close by the zombies.

Ugh how annoying of her, you just want him. You will never bite him or eat his brains! You just want his heart!! You want to love him!

But finally you managed to get close to him, so close... You saved him and he noticed that you never tried attacking him so he brought you with him.

The other people were suspicious of you and never went near you by he tried convincing them that you were nice. Oh how you loved him...

He never judged you for your current appearance or your new species. He trusted you so much! That made you so happy!

His warmth was different from the cold zombie body. It felt nice, and you felt warm. He was so close to you, that you could hear his breath.

One day he will finally be yours

One day you will have his heart

One day you will have him

FOREVER.

[snwion]

rules.

✴︎ i only write gender neutral reader! (reader with they/them pronouns or no pronouns at all)

✴︎ i mostly write for yandere simulator 202X mode, but i can write for 1980s mode too! as for star trek, i mostly write for the next generation and voyager, but i can write for the other star trek media too! for ghostbusters, i’ll mostly write for egon spengler & janine melnitz (NOT AS A SHIP; this is a canon x reader blog)

✴︎ when requests are closed, i won’t answer the ask or delete it. you can send requests into my askbox, but i won’t answer them until my requests are open. thirsts will always stay open.

✴︎ if the ask is against my rules, I won’t hesitate to delete it.

fandoms: yandere simulator, star trek, ghostbusters, land of the lustrous, doctor who, the walten files (SFW ONLY), etc.

down below are my will write’s and won’t write’s!

will write

✴︎ dom!reader x sub!character

✴︎ poc!reader (hispanic, black, blasian, etc.)

✴︎ yandere!reader

✴︎ chubby!reader, tall!reader, short!reader, etc.

✴︎ lesbian/sapphic!characters / transfem!characters

✴︎ (reader’s sexuality will be up to you)

won’t write

✴︎ sub!reader x dom!character (its just not my cup of tea)

✴︎ strictly male!readers or female!readers — I’m sorry, ily, but my blog is strictly just gender neutral reader in my fics. if my fics have pronouns in them, then you can replace them with your own. i want stuff to be fair, if that makes sense? if the fics are nsfw, i’ll make it pretty vague, so the reader can either have a strap on or an actual cock. but i won’t mention “strap” or “cock” … if that makes sense.

✴︎ pedophilia, incest/step-cest, large and illegal age differences, hard kinks; cnc, non-con, shota, gore, cannibalism, and other gross things.

✴︎ and any controversial topics.

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[patukkaas]

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Oka Ruto x GN! Reader

Fanfic type:

Headcanons!

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Confession

- Oh we know she wouldn't be the one to confess.

- And if she we was the one to confess, she'd have to know for 100% you like her back.

- When you said yes, she was OVER the moon but of course her face wouldn't show it.

Realitionship

- I feel like she'd be a little clingy but if you said to put it off she'd listen.

- She would ask you to join in on her clubs activities.

- She's more of a listener than a talker, she'd listen to anything you say, even if she doesn't understand any of it.

- She's obviously quite shy but she'd still enjoy going out to places with you.

- She wouldn't be upfront about your realitionship to everyone but would still be slightly affectionate with you even tho infront of others.

- She'd wanna listen to music with you or watch some shows while you two are just enjoying eachothers company.

- She'd lend you her clothes if you asked.

- Honestly, you could ask her to lend you anything and she would give it without a 2nd thought.

- You would definitely walk home together.

- Her dream date would be to go to some darkish abandoned places on the outskirts and just stick around there for a while and just enjoy the quietness and how the wilderness took back those buildings.

- I have a feeling that she's just tired almost all the time so she likes to lean onto you when she can, just to take a small break.

- She'd definitely ask you to eat lunch with her.

- If you aren't already in a club, she'd ask you to join the Occult club, she'd enjoy your company and the other members would love to have you there.

- In general, having her as a girlfriend would be quite peaceful.

Adulthood realitionship

- She's neutral on marriage.

- She'd preferably just be with you, nothing special, but if you wanted marriage she'd have nothing against it ofcourse, but if you don't want it then she doesn't either.

- But I do doubt that she'd ever want children.

- It would all be pretty much the same but just living together with Oka and being adults. And ofcourse no school.

- She'd run an occultist shop with your house ontop of it and just enjoying life together.

- If you had a more time consuming job she'd be all for doing the chores around the house and the shop, but she'd love it if you help around too when you aren't stressed and busy.

- But if you just worked from home or didn't have such a time consuming job, she'd love it since you'd almost always be spending time with her and have more time to just to be a couple.

- In general once again, she'd be quite a peaceful girlfriend and or wife, just enjoying your company and time with her.

Breakup

-Yea, you'd have to be horrible for this to happen.

- IF she somehow felt the need to breakup with you, she'd be as apologetic as someone can get.

- The moment it's over and done, she might feel better or worse, but she'll cry. She'll think about it maybe too much even.

- She'd think about why it went that way.

- She'd avoid you during school and just stay in the shadows.

- If you were in her club, you'd have the brains to leave. But if you don't, she'd politely tell you that you're out.

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[autumnywinter]

could you do some yandere elliott nsfw? i need this man like i need air to breathe i swear-

Just had a surgery this morning, I hope this is coherent because I still feel a lil groggy haha. I tried to make the reader as sexually neutral as I could since I don't do that very often. I hope I did decently ^^;

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Stalking, masturbation, sex toy usage, general creepy behavior, gender neutral reader, no sex specified for reader

For hours at a time, Elliott would follow and stalk you (although he would put it into more light terms) as you went about your business. He wanted to be near you at all times, but the crowding might have scared you away so he made do with spying.

Sometimes Elliott would pretend to accidentally bump into you in town, acting as though it was coincidence that you were on the same street and walking in the same direction.

When you were gone, he sometimes snuck into your home. At first, he would only go to touch your things, the things that had touched you and smelled of you. He would hold up your shirt to his face and breathe in the smell, trying to simulate your embrace.

It wasn't as good as the real thing by any means, but it satiated him for the time being.

He grabbed a discarded pair of underwear on the ground, and didn't even think about his next actions. He brought it up to his face and shakily inhaled. A choked moan escaped his mouth.

Just as he was ready to pocket it and leave, he heard the front door open. He didn't have enough time to crawl out of the window, so he frantically locked himself in your closet. It wasn't the first time he had been in there without your knowledge, but it still filled him with panic each time.

His heart raced as you walked in, humming softly. He peered through louvered slats and saw you taking off your clothes. Elliott covered his mouth with his hand to keep from moaning aloud. His cock throbbed, and he felt ashamed.

You weren't a mere object for his satisfaction, but he couldn't help himself.

You stripped down completely, and he nearly came in his pants when you removed your undergarments and dropped it on the floor. This was so much better than watching you undress through the window.

Sure, he always had binoculars or a camera on you, but the visual was never enough. Now you were just a few feet from him, body ready to be ravished and worshipped.

It took every fiber of his being not to come out of the closet and do it himself. The anticipation was too much. He began to undo his fly as quietly as possible.

He watched as you slowly and sensuously rubbed yourself. He imagined it was him you were thinking of.

Next thing he knew, he was using his free hand to bring the underwear up to his face. It smelled just like he imagined it would, your scent driving him wild.

Like fate, you flopped on the bed and grabbed what he recognized as a dildo. As upset as he was you were using other toys when you could be using his very-real cock, his disdain melted into pleasure again once you started fingering yourself, preparing yourself for it.

He imagined he was the one preparing you for his own cock. He imagined his fingers deep inside you, gently caressing your warm, wet inner walls. He would coax you open, until he would be able to replace his fingers with his leaking cock.

Not without pampering you beforehand, of course.

He ached for you, and had to finally free his erection from the confines of his pants. He shuddered from the cold air against his burning flesh.

He spit into his palm and stroked himself to the rhythm of your fingers. Normally he never used his own spit, but he was too frenzied to care.

The underwear pressed against his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating, and he felt more drunk than if he had chugged an entire keg of beer. The scent was pure you, and he would never have it any other way.

You started teasing yourself with the toy, just about the size of his own cock. He wished it was him, filling you up and making you cry out in ecstasy.

A beautiful moan escaped your lips once you slid it inside, slowly. 'That's it, theeere you go, sweetheart,' he cooed to you in his head. He started stroking his cock slower, only to imagine it was him pushing inside you at such a gentle pace. He could be so sweet to you if you just gave him a chance.

You rocked yourself back and forth on the dildo, making a motion so mesmerizing to watch. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even if the view was obscured.

Elliott didn't notice he was drooling pathetically, but he didn't care.

He sped up his pace to yours again. He felt so dirty watching you like this, but he felt too good to stop.

Suddenly, you switched positions and the view got a little better. Now Elliott had the full picture of your entrance accepting the toy so readily.

He envisioned himself hovering over you, and kissing your soft skin while moving in and out of you. Oh, what he'd give to have your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist.

The scenario was set clear in his mind. After a romantic candlelit dinner, he'd make love to you on the bed. The lighting would be dim and sensual, with his scented candles burning pleasantly. He would treat you to a full-body massage first, getting you all loosened up before he made sweet love to you. He would whisper how much he loved you in your ear and cover your face in kisses. He'd make sure you climaxed first, before taking his own.

That is, if he could even control himself. He had came in his pants an embarrassing amount of times just looking at you. He was barely hanging on at this point, but he tried to wait for you to finish first.

Your shift in moans showed you were getting close, so he brought the undergarments down from his face and to his cock. He wrapped them around himself and ardently stroked his cock.

His breath hitched at how intimate it felt, using the garment as a tool for masturbation.

He was teetering on the edge when you suddenly cried out in your orgasm. The noise was a symphony to his ears, and he came soon after.

For a moment, he saw stars. He had masturbated to you countless of times before, but that was the best orgasm he ever had.

His vision returned, and he felt disgusted with himself. He had came in your underwear. He couldn't return it to you now; he was supposed to leave no trace behind. He supposed it'd make another good keepsake.

Elliott's attention turned back to you. You were covered in sweat and catching your breath.

He wished he could cuddle you afterward, stroking your hair and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He'd give you a nice bath, and then order something nice from the restaurant for take-out, since you'd both be exhausted. He knew how much you loved your take-out, anyway.

Elliott rearranged himself into his pants. You stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom, and he quickly gathered your discarded clothes from the floor, along with your used toy.

He wanted to use that opportunity to leave, but he was still too busy composing himself.

You entered your room again with your regular night clothing and passed out on your bed. Elliott peeked through the slats of the closet again to watch you sleep for a couple minutes. It was such a gorgeous sight.

Finally he opened the door, gauging your form for any signs of reaction. He silently sighed in relief when you didn't move. He did his best to not step on anything that would creak under his weight and had to stifle a chuckle. You kicked your covers off of you in your sleep.

He risked pulling them back over you and taking that moment to stare once more at your relaxed expression.

One day you'd be his. He considered himself a patient man.

[cheenapri]

Transactional [Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x Reader]

Day two + three

Summary: It is now day two (and three) of the trip and you are very adamant on ruining the experience; Illumi doesn’t take too kindly to that.

Word count: 14k

Notes: yandere, kidnapping, gender neutral reader, unhealthy relationships, unbalanced power dynamics, mentions of past abuse, Illumi tweaks tf out, lots of arguing, reader is a huge brat and gets put in their place

Day one

Taglist: @lilyalone @yamekocatt

Something feels off.

You’re reluctant to leave your workplace once again, staring out the window and into the shadowy abyss before you. There were a few parked cars and the road was lit up with flickering street lights, making it look like something out of a horror movie. Those lights have been broken for some time now; they should really consider fixing those. 

You worked overtime again, wanting the extra funds so you could join your friends at an upcoming concert. You originally had no intentions of going, figuring it wasn’t worth it since you didn’t care for the artist too much. They kept hyping it up, however, eventually making you give in and start working extra hours in order to pay for the expensive tickets. 

You didn’t know the consequence of doing so would be encounters with crackheads after work. 

You bit your tongue. You shouldn’t have declined that ride from your coworker earlier, but you wanted to take a quick trip to the grocery store and didn’t wish to inconvenience them further. You did have your own car, but it was at the shop at the moment as something mysteriously damaged the engine and rendered it unable to start. This forced you to walk to and from work for the last week. You sigh, your hand hesitating for a moment before you pull on the door handle and step out into the crisp night. 

It’s rather quiet.

You cautiously look around before you begin speed walking; taking a brand new route despite how unconventional it was. Unfortunately, they always seem to find you no matter what.

Not even five minutes have passed before a taxi beeps and pulls up next to you, the driver’s movements stiff and puppet-like, his eyes vacant as he smiles creepily at you. 

“It’s d-dark out… n-n-need a ride?” his speech was somewhat slurred.

This was the fourth time this week a taxi had summoned itself, the driver attempting to coerce you to hop in. You glare at him, pace quickening even further as you look for a way out, your hand slowly gripping the switchblade hidden within your coat pocket. 

“It’s f-f-free of charge… just w-wanted to m-m-make sure you go-got h-home safe… You have s-s-someone waiting for you?” he says, still slurring. 

It was always the exact same stuttered lines: state that it’s dark, ask if you need a ride, state that it’s free of charge, pretend to be concerned about you, then ask if there’s someone waiting for you.

You felt as though you were in some sort of simulation; to say it freaked you out was an understatement. 

“I’m calling the police.” you say as you bring your phone out and dial the emergency service. If he were following the same script as the others, calling the police would cause him to drive off.

He doesn’t though, he must be going off script today. 

He lingers far longer than the others have, driving as slow as your quick walking speed, jittering and jerking the steering wheel to avoid running into parked cars, expression in an almost trance-like state as he keeps his smile. He doesn’t react to you telling the dispatcher about your current situation, slowing the taxi even further when you try to linger behind it in order to give them the license plate. 

“Do you h-have any… romantic interests?” he asks, the sheer audacity of this question caused your jaw to drop slightly. When you fail to answer in a timely manner, he keeps going. “W-What about exes? Do you… have any of those?”

You sneer at him once you finish giving his description and your current location to the operator. The person on the phone sounds a bit indifferent as they inform you that a police car is on the way and that you should try to move to a more populated area. 

“You live alone… d-don’t you?” 

You hadn’t even realized he was still talking. 

“Fuck off!” you shout at him, tightening your grip on the switchblade. You were beyond tired of dealing with these creeps. What did they want with you? You glare at him, eyes catching the gold piercing on the left side of his head — a strange place for a piercing.

Right as you were getting ready to bolt, a cop car suddenly pulled up; it’s red and blue lights causing the taxi to speed off into the night. It came unnaturally quick, but you didn’t think about that fact. You were already frantically recounting what had just happened before the male officer could even get out of the car, clearly distressed and completely forgetting about the dispatcher still on the phone. They soon hang up when the officer informs them through his radio that he’s arrived.  

He took your statement after calming you down and offered to give you a ride to the grocery store as you were still insistent on going. Your heart rate slowed once you reached the safety of the store, the presence of other, hopefully normal, people gave you a sense of relief. Rubbing your temples as you enter the store, you take your time gathering your items, picking up a few extra snacks to help relieve your stress. 

You call an Uber to pick you up as you don't want to walk home anymore, the driver was a kind older woman who advised you against being out so late despite its hypocrisy. You rushed inside once you reached home, your dog greeting you with a wiggly dance and tappy paws.

Something still felt off. 

You won’t be working overtime anymore, you’d have to cancel those concert plans. You sigh as you kick off your shoes and place your purchases on the counter. 

Your dog whines.

You walk over to the back door and open it, watching as they cautiously step out and quickly relieve themself before practically running back in, their fur standing on edge.

“What’s wrong?” you ask as you crouch down to pet them, trying to soothe them of their worries as well as your own. Your paranoia made you think the taxi driver was out there.

They only whined again, large eyes staring at you before darting to the living room window, their tail no longer wagging. You stand up and go to wash your hands, hoping they’re just hearing the neighbor or some critter of the night passing by.

You make dinner, giving yourself and your pup something gracious to comfort the both of you before starting your nightly routine. 

Your dog is growling at something. 

You step out of the bathroom and head downstairs, confusion on your face as you watch them pace back and forth from the living room window to the kitchen window.

You head to the back door, hoping letting them out to investigate would calm their nerves. Opening the door only seemed to make it worse, however, as they began barking, tail tucked between their legs as they backed away from you. 

Concerned, you decide to call the police again. You’d been calling them since your second encounter with the taxi drivers, your fears never being dealt with, the officers doing nothing but telling you that they’ll “take your statement and check for the taxi around the neighborhood” and to “call back if something happens.”

You’ll be found dead if this keeps up.

A female officer and her male partner arrive and you immediately explain your earlier encounter, telling them about the weird questions you’d been asked, the driver trailing you for a whole block, and the other police officer taking your statement. 

“Could you check around my house? My dog has been on edge since I got home and I’m afraid he followed me here.” you plead, not sure you’d be able to sleep tonight if they didn’t give you a peace of mind. 

They agree to check, leaving you anxiously waiting by the front door with your pup by your side. After a few minutes, you faintly hear a slight commotion, causing your heart to drop and your dog to bark. 

You continue to stand there, unsure of what to do. After a few more moments, the doorbell rings. You’re slow to open it, only sighing in relief when you see it’s the officers once again. They appear to be fine, though they look sluggish all of a sudden. The female officer informs you that it was just a raccoon hiding within the old grill out back, her words slurring and her eyes droopy.

“Oh?” you nervously chuckle, eyebrows wrinkled with worry. “Was that all?”

“Yeah… it was j-just a biggg raccoon… We’ll take your s-statement and ch-check for taxis around the n-n-neighborhood… C-Call back… if something… happens.”

There goes that exact same line again. As they slowly turn around and begin to leave, something within the female police officer’s hair reflects the porch light for the briefest of moments. You’re confused and shut the door immediately. Your hands are on your hips as you look down at your dog, worry still on your face. You let out a huff, choosing to return to your nightly routine as there wasn’t much else you could really do right now. 

Your dog has quieted down as the night progressed, much to your relief. They haven’t barked for a few hours now and slept peacefully at your feet in the living room. You’ve been talking with your friends, getting their advice about the whole situation and agreeing that you needed to find a better place to live. You hang up the call after a while and look down at the fuzzy creature by your feet. You give them one final pat before heading off to your bedroom upstairs, turning off the lights as you make your way up. 

You leave your bedroom door slightly cracked in case your dog chooses to come up and sleep on your rug. You glance over at the window — the moonlight seeps into the room, perfectly illuminating your face. 

It’s rather quiet.

You don’t know how long you’ve spent laying in bed, scaring yourself as you think about today’s   events, but you eventually fall asleep. Maybe tomorrow you could start looking for a new place to live. 

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Something feels off.

You’re awoken, a bit groggy as you wipe your eyes. It’s still dark outside. How long were you asleep for? You give your eyes a few moments to adjust to the darkness, turning over on your right side.

…

Your heart jumps into your throat, all traces of tiredness instantly leave your body as you stare up in horror at the featureless, black figure standing next to your bed. 

“Don’t scream and I won’t kill you.” it warns.

Your breath hitches, you couldn’t scream even if you wanted to. What the hell is that? You scoot away from it, nearly falling off the bed in the process. 

You swallow hard, “What are yo-“

“Be quiet.” its voice was low and smooth, a complete contradiction from its appearance. “You really love making my job harder, don’t you? Why couldn’t you just get in the car the first time, hm?”

You don’t answer. Your heart was beating rapidly. You can’t read its expression, all you see is it’s big, black eyes looking down at you. You couldn’t make out any attributes of the figure, it was like one big, black blur in an almost humanoid shape. 

A few moments of silence pass as it simply stares at you, as if thinking about something, the room slowly filling with a black mist. Your eyes quickly dart to your bedroom window then back at the monstrous entity. Maybe if you’re fast enough, you could jump out the window-

“Don’t even think about it.” it takes a single step toward you. “Things will go much smoother for you if you come with me willingly. If you so choose to be obnoxious, however, I will knock you out. You have five seconds to decide what you’ll do.”

“Y-you better leave this house right now, or else I’ll call the police!” your stuttering foiled your already awful bluff. It was close enough to do whatever it wanted to you before you could even reach for your phone. What the hell was the police supposed to do about this thing anyway?

It only tilts its head, large eyes staring eerily at you. After a few moments of silence, it finally spoke, “Very well.”

You scream as it charges at you, blacking out instantly as the black mist completely engulfs the room.

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You scream and flail your arms as if you were being attacked, eyes shooting wide open in the process. Your breathing is heavy like you’d just ran a marathon; sweat beads form on your forehead. It takes a couple seconds for you to calm down, coming to the realization that it was only a nightmare. 

A nightmare regarding a memory rather.

Your breath is shaky as you sit up on your elbow, leaning over the side of the bed. You felt nauseous, anxiety bubbling within you as you tried to control it. You look up towards the bathroom door, then towards the TV in front of the bed, then finally towards the man sitting upright behind you.

Looks like you’re still in a nightmare.

You let out a frustrated groan, throwing yourself back onto the bed and covering your face with your hands. In your daze, you had forgotten where you were, only to be harshly reminded upon locking eyes with Illumi. 

“Good morning.” Illumi starts with his typical flat tone, observant of your quick shift from disorientation to exasperation. “Are you comfortable?”

“In a way.” you mumble, closing your eyes as you try to fall back asleep. You didn’t feel like having to deal with him first thing in the morning. 

He continues regardless, “You sound uncertain.”

“The bed is comfortable, yes.” you mumble yet again.

“But there is something you’re uncomfortable with, right?”

It’s him.

You let out another groan as you knew he’d keep questioning you, wanting you to explain all of your answers in explicit detail while not understanding your point behind them. You take a second to stretch before propping yourself up on your elbow once again and looking back at him.

You were skeptical about this unusual attitude of his, thinking it was a new manipulation tactic he’d randomly thought of trying. You’re curious as to how long he’d let you push him over, though.

“Were you watching me sleep all night?” you ask. Your tone hinted at a bit of annoyance which caused Illumi to tilt his head slightly.

He admits casually, “Yeah.” 

If there’s one thing you appreciated about Illumi, it was his honesty. His ability to nonchalantly admit to anything he was willing to answer both amazed and frightened you. 

“No wonder I had a nightmare.” you say, looking away from him. It took everything in you to say something so blunt, so confidently. 

Illumi doesn’t respond, confused by your sudden shift in attitude. You’d just woken up and you were already trying his patience. He keeps his attention on you, watching as you throw the blankets off and slide out of bed. You stretch yet again, back turned to him as you do so. 

“I’m hungry.” you state in an almost entitled tone.

“I’ll tell them to begin preparing breakfast now. You should freshen up in the meantime.” 

You take a deep breath. “Are you dictating what outfit I’m wearing today as well?”

Again, Illumi doesn’t respond — you turn to look when you hear the bed creak, a tad bit worried he was on his way to rip your head off. You knew you wouldn’t even have time to react if he was, though. 

He slowly walks to the wardrobe, shuffling through it for a moment before retrieving an outfit. You notice that he’s already dressed, he must’ve gotten ready while you were sleeping then hopped back into bed so he could continue staring at you.

What a creep.

The outfit was catered to your taste, but it clearly had a touch of his inspiration written on it from how… tight fitting… it appeared to be. You look at the outfit with disdain, allowing your facial features to tell him just how you felt about it. 

He’s indifferent to your scornful look, however, only staring back as he waits for you to take the outfit. He wasn’t changing his mind about this. You’re reluctant but you snatch the clothes from him, nearly stomping into the bathroom. 

The outfit turned out to be more tight fitting than you had anticipated. You hate him. 

You eventually come out of the bathroom, ignoring the way Illumi’s head immediately turned in your direction, and move to sit on the lounge chair.

He was on the phone, presumably calling the butlers to prepare today’s events — eyes still lingering on you as he spoke with them. He hangs up after a minute, fully turning to look at you. 

“That outfit looks great on you.”

You look away from him, eyebrows furrowed. “It doesn’t need to be so snug.”

“It suits you.”

“Of course YOU like it.” you roll your eyes at him, quickly getting tired of his ogling.

He takes a moment to eye you further before speaking, “Let’s go.”

You follow him out of the room and down the hall, that surreal feeling from last night returning once again. As you walk into the main section of the hotel, you instantly notice a huge lack of butlers. 

“Where did everyone go?” you ask, still looking around for other souls. 

“I told them to stay out of view since you have a tendency to stare.” he simply states, staring forward as he leads you down the halls.

You scoff at him. If anyone had a tendency to stare, it was him since his unblinking eyes never seemed to leave you. It was perspicuous that he didn’t want last night’s dinner experience to take place again, only wanting your attention on him and him only. 

“You know,” you suddenly speak up, voice a bit louder than usual, “If you truly want my opinion on things, l'd say you’re failing in terms of atmosphere. It's not normal for a place as busy as a hotel or a restaurant to be so devoid of other people, it makes it feel as though you and I are having a standoff.”

Illumi doesn’t acknowledge your comment right away, only continuing to stare forward as he attempts to process your audacious attitude. You already knew why he was doing it like this: he wanted to keep you away from what he deemed as “distractions.” you were smart enough to recognize and deflect his manipulative tactics to the best of your ability, which is how you’ve managed to retain your sanity for this long. 

You know he loves you — obsessed rather — although incapable of expressing it in a healthy manner. He arrogantly assumed you'd reciprocate the feeling with time and some gentle conditioning, but you never did out of spite, preventing yourself from falling for him as a way of fighting back. Not that you could fall for him anyway. He was far too rough with you, especially when he first brought you to the estate. He didn’t know how to handle someone so fragile, breaking your wrist when you swung on him and crushing your throat when you cursed at him. 

It took a while before you found out why he’d taken you, connecting the dots when he casually mentioned one day that he felt drawn to you before summarizing the five months he spent stalking you. He referred to you as his spouse once, but you were more of an experiment to him in the beginning, his feelings towards you cementing as time went on, confirming to him that he was indeed in love with you. You took advantage of that to the best of your ability, enticing him occasionally, giving him a false sense of your affections when you really wanted to avoid punishment, even if it didn’t always work out in your favor. 

“You’ve woken up in a bad mood, you’re just being grumpy.” Illumi finally responds.

“I’m not being grumpy. You may be used to being alone, but I’m not. For me, the lack of people takes away from the experience, it makes it hard to focus.”

Illumi swiftly glanced down at you before looking forward again, expression remaining neutral. You were dancing around the subject, hiding your true intentions under the guise of helping him improve the atmosphere. 

“I see, but I don’t think exposing you to the public would be ideal.”

“Ideal for yo-”

“Ideal for us.” he corrected, putting emphasis on the word “us.” 

Your attempts at persuading him into taking you somewhere more public wasn’t working, in fact, you were only succeeding in annoying him. Perhaps you were being too ambitious right now. 

“Surely not.” you mumble mainly to yourself, folding your arms as the two of you continue to make your way through the hotel. 

You reach the restaurant and sit at the same table, last night’s rose petals and candles still present. The butlers were nowhere in sight and there was a partition put up to block your view of the chefs. The glass wall was also covered with a thin drape, allowing light in but not see-through enough to give you a clear view of the people below.

Pay attention to him. 

“So uh,” you begin, feeling awkward as you try to get used to his direct staring once again, “what are we doing today?”

“We’re doing what I’ve planned.” Illumi states, not elaborating.

You attempt to pry for more details. “Could you be more specific?” 

“No.”

What a jerk. 

Despite the day just starting, the two of you were already getting on each other’s nerves. Since you can’t look out the window to distract yourself, you ultimately decided you would interrogate him in an attempt to fully understand the situation you were in. 

You take a long, deep breath before speaking. “You know,” you start, looking directly into his eyes, “I’m curious to know what made you decide to do all of this, did you watch some cheesy romance movie or did someone give you the idea?”

…

After a few moments of silence, Illumi slowly blinks at you. This was the first time you’ve seen him blink, mainly because you tend to avoid eye contact with him. He was caught off guard by how you directly questioned him, your bold confidence as interesting as it was concerning. 

“I was not inspired by anything. This is a simple product of my own ideas.” he stated, eyebrows slightly raised.

That’s doubtful, though you knew he wasn’t lying. 

“I see… men in romance movies typically don’t kidnap their partner, it was foolish of me to think you’d be inspired by that. Perhaps you were inspired by a horror movie?” it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact as you spoke, trying your best not to react to his silent indicators screaming at you to shut your mouth. You’d already dug yourself a hole, however, may as well keep digging. “Tell me, what inspired you?”

He’s glaring at you now, slight but noticeable. 

“Like I said, there’s no outside inspiration. I chose to do things this way on my own volition.”

“And that’s exactly why I described it as the ‘typical Illumi experience.’ it’s empty, devoid of life, and unnerving.” you say boldly.

His glare disappears, his neutral expression returning as he slowly tilts his head to the side. 

“‘Empty, devoid of life, and unnerving,’” he repeats slowly, “quite a descriptive set of words. Is it truly that way for you?”

“Yeah, I thought I made that clear by now.”

He straightened himself, blinking slowly once again. “It’s unfortunate to hear you see it that way.” 

His voice feigned politeness, turning his attention to the food now being brought to the table. The presence of the butlers doesn’t stop you from retorting, however.

“I gave you a clear solution to help you improve but since you’re so focused on isolating me, you won’t hear it.” you narrow your eyes at him. He doesn’t respond until the butlers have left the room entirely. 

“Is your solution to see other people?” he finally responds in an almost sarcastic tone.

You hated the way he worded that. 

“Yes, the place is empty.”

“It’s not empty, we’re here.”

“We are two people.”

“The butlers and hotel staff are here.”

“Paying guests,” you were becoming annoyed with his intentional stupidity. “people from all walks of life who just want to enjoy some time at the hotel with us. You know what I meant.”

“You should eat before it gets cold.” he looks down, picking up a fork and beginning his unnatural eating habits. You don’t heed his indirect warning to drop the subject, however. 

You continue, “Tell me why you won’t.” 

He doesn’t even look up at you, pretending you hadn’t even said a word.

You speak again, determined to keep going until he gives you an answer. “Give me a reason.” 

“Drop it.” he replies after finishing his plate.

“I won’t until you give me a reason!”

“The reason I chose not to have people here should be evident.”

“And it should be evident as to why your little date with me is a waste of time! You refuse to listen to me at all!”

Illumi is silent. He didn’t like your tone. Your words got to him more than it should and he couldn’t understand why. He was doing everything he could to make this date go smoothly and you were doing everything you could to make sure it wouldn’t.

He didn’t like how aware you were — how aware of him you were. You should have given into Stockholm syndrome months ago, yet here you were forcing him to actually try to earn your affections. Him. A professional assassin who was raised for the sole purpose of killing, whose soul was filled with nothing but darkness. You had made it clear that he could rip you away from your past life, torment you, and force you to go out with him, but he couldn’t force you to love him. Genuinely at least.

Illumi wondered if he should even continue trying…

No. He’d put too much effort into this to call it off. You were just looking for a reaction, that’s it. 

The thought that you wouldn’t be resentful had he taken a healthier approach to your relationship does not cross his mind. In fact, his mind is clear as he gazes upon you, no emotion present on his features. 

You slowly began to eat once it was apparent the topic wasn’t up for discussion anymore. At least the food was good, even if it failed to distract you from the near deadly tension in the air. His presence felt more suffocating than normal, though he wasn’t releasing aura, causing you to quickly eat just so you could get out of here sooner.

He makes no move to stand nor does he speak once you finish, making you awkwardly sit before him a little longer. This was your fault. You should’ve just shut your mouth. The effects of his staring was taking its toll on you the longer you sat there. 

“What’s the plan? Are we going back to Kukuroo Mountain now?” you ask. As much as you hate being in that room, you’d prefer your solidarity over this.

Illumi doesn’t reply, only turning his head slightly before standing and beginning to walk out of the restaurant. He didn’t feel the need to explain anything to you, leaving you to figure it out through his actions. You considered staying seated, but ultimately got up to follow him, knowing that’s what he expected of you. 

You trail slightly behind him as he leads you out of the hotel and into the parking lot, a black Mercedes truck parked just outside the entrance. He opens the passenger side door and just looks at you, not even bothering to give you a verbal command or even a gesture. You stare at him for a moment, wanting to irritate him, before climbing inside and buckling yourself up. 

You stare at the hotel as he walks around and hops into the driver’s seat. He soon begins driving. He appears to have a destination in mind, not Kukuroo Mountain as he’s driving opposite of when you were first taken to the hotel. 

He’s not a quitter, unfortunately. 

He was taking you to a grand mall, one he, of course, cleared out. He still wanted to please you despite your earlier ungratefulness, or so he convinced himself.

The ride was soundless. He chose not to turn on the radio. His eyes unmoving as he stared straight ahead, left hand on the wheel while his right hand sat dangerously close to you on the armrest. 

There were a few more Mercedes trucks within the mall’s parking lot; you could see there were butlers inside as Illumi drove past them, the pink haired butler from yesterday making direct eye contact with you through the windshield of her car. He parked, glancing at you for a brief moment before moving to open the driver’s door. 

He climbed out of the car while you stayed put, you watched as he circled around the front to come open your door. You wished the car had magically started itself and ran him over. You take your time unbuckling yourself, sighing before taking his hand as he “assisted” you out of the truck. 

He led you inside the mall, stopping once you reached the middle of the food court. It was completely empty, just as you’d guessed. You look around as he stands there, staring down at you. Your uncomfortableness is evident as you awkwardly shift your weight and fiddle with the hem of your shirt. 

“You’re free to begin shopping.” Illumi finally stated, giving you the go ahead. 

You gave a quiet “oh” before looking ahead, hesitant to take a step. You genuinely didn’t even feel like moving, not wanting to participate in his plan to keep the date going. Eventually you begin walking, figuring since you were here, you’d get some stuff to entertain yourself with back at the estate. You felt no interest in visiting clothing or jewelry stores considering Illumi would police when you wore whatever you got.

“This is so ominous.” you mumble, hands in your pockets as you walk through the food court and into the main shopping section of the mall. You were curious to know how Illumi did it, how he was able to almost completely clear out all of these places. Did he strike a deal with the owner? Did he kill them and take over the place? You turn towards Illumi, “How come all these big places are so empty? What did you do?”

“Does it matter?” his response was quicker than you’d anticipated. He didn’t appear to be upset though, maybe you could pry some details out of him.

“Did you kill the owner or something?” you look back at him as you’re trailing ahead slightly, his eyes meet yours for a moment before looking forward again.

“That would’ve been the cheapest route, but no.” Illumi admits. “I didn’t kill them.”

“So what did you do?”

Illumi is silent for a moment, as if contemplating something. He then says, “I rented the place for a period of time.”

“You rented this entire mall?!”

“I did. For two hours to be exact, so make the most of it.”

He chose to humor your questions. Good.

Your pace is slow as you walk, taking note of how certain stores were closed down. The accessible stores contained a couple butlers and a store clerk, the butlers standing directly in front of the checkout as if trying to block your view of the clerk. You continue to peer inside but make no effort to actually enter any of the stores. 

You tried to the best of your ability to ignore Illumi’s looming presence behind you, finally entering a store that caught your eye. It was a store that sold adult craft projects ranging from diamond art, to crochet, to even DIY houses similar to the greenhouse you had. 

You quickly look around. You felt invisible, but under a microscope at the same time. The clerk looking down from what you could see of them, the butlers occasionally glancing at you with their stoic expressions but ignored your presence for the most part, and, of course, Illumi gazing directly into your soul. Examining a diamond art kit, you check the price tag out of habit.

“You shouldn’t worry about the tags.” Illumi’s voice scared you a bit despite how gentle it was. 

He’s right. You shouldn’t worry about the price tags. 

You grab as much as you can hold, almost considering buying out the entire store, but not wanting to be questioned as to why you wanted ten of the exact same craft. 

As you approach the checkout with the items in hand, the two butlers gently take them from you and proceed to purchase on your behalf.

You stand and stare at them while they do their job, Illumi placing a hand on your shoulder and nudging you back, “You don’t have to wait for them to finish.” Illumi spoke as he watched the butlers. “We can go to the next store now.” 

You don’t respond to him, side stepping out of his hold and walking out of the store. As you enter a video game store, you purchase, or rather the butlers purchased, several games, most of which you’ll probably never even play but interests you enough to grab. You’ve kept your back turned towards Illumi the whole time, a privilege only a select few could enjoy, wanting to keep him out of your line of sight as much as possible. 

“You’re acting strange.” he stated as he followed you out of the store, “Is something wrong?”

“I’m just trying to enjoy myself.” you said, head lowered as you walked.

“You’re deliberately avoiding me.”

You stare down at your feet for a few moments before responding, “You're like an entity that only I can see whose sole purpose is to haunt me.” your tone was indifferent as you continued to stare down, an echo accompanying your footsteps while silence accompanied his own. “I feel like you're not even real and I’m just hallucinating.”

Illumi didn’t understand what it was you were talking about, and neither did you really, his eyebrows slightly raised as he fully turned his head to face you. 

“I’m very much real.”

“That’s the issue.” you close your eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. Which was truly better? A real person tormenting you or a hallucination tormenting you? Illumi had no words for your comment — he turned to face forward again, eyes leaving you for much longer than they ever had since you entered the mall. “I don’t even know why you’re dragging this out, it was doomed from the start.”

He’s quick to respond, “Was it? Or are you just intent on being difficult?”

You can sense a ping of his aura, causing you not to respond further. You stop walking, you’re now at the far end of the mall standing next to the escalators. You watch the moving stairs for a bit before looking up into the skylight. 

The slight humming of the escalator was strangely comforting — the sun shone perfectly down upon you, bathing you in a warm light. You looked down at your feet once more; you felt like crying. The nostalgic feelings you were trying desperately to repress were becoming too much to bear. 

Illumi watches, studying your strange behavior as you stand there with your eyes closed.

“What are you doing?” Illumi asked after watching you for almost a full minute. 

You consider ignoring him, but you can still sense him releasing the tiniest amount of aura.

“A skylight in my room would be nice.” 

“Your room is underground.” Illumi stated matter-of-factly. His response was quick, almost as if he’d predicted you’d say something like that.

“You’re more than capable of giving me a room above ground then installing a skylight.”

“I am.” he gave you a subtle side eye. He indeed had more than enough funds to make your new room, he just didn’t like the thought of giving you one. He assumed it would give you ideas, ideas he didn’t want to have to severely punish you for. 

“So do it.” you open your eyes and look at him, meeting his black, empty ones. 

“Your current room is sufficient enough.” he retorts.

“I like natural light, Illumi.” 

His aura is no longer present, his shoulders dropped slightly. He continued nonetheless, “You can survive without sunlight.”

He won't budge on your request. He saw nothing wrong with keeping you in a windowless room and having you take vitamin D supplements. This was normal to him after all. 

“Anytime I request something that would genuinely make me happy, you dismiss it immediately.”

“Your requests tend to be quite ridiculous.”

“But renting a mall isn’t?!” your voice was getting loud, you were frustrated with him. “You’d rather spend all that extra money on bullshit than something that would actually make me happy?!” 

“This date was supposed to make you happy. In fact, everything I do is for your well-being.” Illumi spoke slowly, making sure to look you dead in the eyes as he said this.

Despite your outburst, Illumi remained stoic. Not a trace of annoyance or even irritation within him, he was completely neutral.

Deep breath in, hold it, breathe out slowly.

You turn on your heel, walking past him and back towards the food court. You stop near the exit doors, peering out the glass and into the parking lot. 

“I’m done shopping.” you were beyond finished with this. 

You wish he never came up with this pathetic little date idea and just left you back at the estate. You hated the constant mind battles between the two of you; you were mentally exhausted and just wanted time away from him to reset, preferably the rest of your life. 

“We’ve been here for thirty-five minutes. We have about another hour and twenty-five minutes to shop.” he says casually. You don’t respond, only glaring at him before looking out into the parking lot once again. His eyes continue to linger on you. “You should shop some more.”

It was clear it wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order. 

“Save your money-” you attempt to argue, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t worry about my money. I’m telling you to continue shopping.” he spoke, signaling he was slowly becoming a bit irritated despite his very, very calm expression. 

“I already got what I wanted.” you glare at him again.

You knew exactly what you were doing. You were intentionally rushing so you could leave sooner and waste the money he’d used to rent the mall.

He was aware of this. 

“Do you not know how to enjoy yourself at a mall? I’m giving you a great privilege here.”

“It’s hard to enjoy a mall under these circumstances.”

“You’re just being difficult.” Illumi retorted, trying to make it seem as if your unhappiness was your own cause. 

“That’s NOT-”

“Watch your tone.” his voice sounded menacing, causing you to shut your mouth immediately.

His aura returned, his patience was running thin. You’re quiet for a moment, glancing out into the parking lot and daringly taking another step towards the doors.

“Can…” your voice is low as you speak, “can we just go back to Kukuroo-“

“Let’s continue shopping.” Illumi cuts you off once again.

You’re not daring enough to take another step, let alone actually make your way through those doors, as much as you want to. You continue to stand there despite Illumi’s request. Would you even be able to open the door before he grabbed you?

Your question was unfortunately answered when he moved swiftly and stood directly in front of you, basically teleporting before you. He cupped your face just as fast in a firm, almost tight hold, forcing you to look up at him. His hands were surprisingly warm.

“(Name).” he’d drawn out your name in a sickeningly soft tone, his eyes failing to match the gentleness of his voice. It was a sight you didn’t want to behold. You step back, to which he lets go, and turn to proceed back into the main shopping section. His eyes linger on you before he clapped his hands together once, all traces of aura instantly vanishing. “I’m glad you’ve decided to enjoy this experience further, (Name).” his voice was still soft, almost cheerful as he followed close behind you. 

Your heart is still beating rapidly as you walk through the mall, slowly taking your time exploring each of the stores. You don’t buy anything though, you were simply staring at the merchandise as if they were artifacts in a museum. Illumi starts pointing out things you’d like, or rather things he’d like on you, when you fail to make a purchase after the third store. 

Only an hour remaining.

You began staring at items for far too long, attempting to shave off as much time as possible, ignoring Illumi when he asked if it was something you wanted. He bought them anyway so it didn’t matter. He began purchasing anything you stared at, annoyed but not commenting on your stubborn attitude.

Only thirty minutes remaining.

As you walk the halls, you choose to stop and examine a statue you’ve passed at least three times. Illumi stands awfully close to you.

“You’re testing my patience, (Name).” he says. You don’t feel his aura, thankfully, but you knew you were pushing him too far.

“I don’t know what you want-”

“You know exactly what I want.” he slowly brought his hand to rest on your shoulder. You don’t sense any hints of mischief behind it, but you knew better than to trust it. “I thought this would’ve been a nice way for us to bond, but, of course, you’re obstinate.”

“Bond?” you ask, voice somewhat soft from the threat of his hand on you.

“Yes.”

“How?” you asked. Despite being held captive for months, you still fail to fully understand how Illumi thinks. You can feel his grip on you tighten slightly before resting once again.

“We bond whenever we are with each other, that’s how it works.”

You’re too tired to correct him, not that he’d understand anyway. “Tell me,” you start, “what is the purpose of this, Illumi?”

“This is the second time you’ve asked me this.”

“You never answered why you’re doing this, you only stated you weren’t inspired by anything and chose to do this on your own free will. I’m asking you why you’re doing this.”

Illumi is quiet for a few seconds before responding, “I wanted to spend time with you, that’s all.”

“Really?” you questioned.

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” you brought your hand up to your chin, trying to think of a possible ulterior motive. There was definitely more to this, but you couldn’t think of what it was. 

Only twenty-seven minutes remaining. 

“We don’t have much time left here. I believe it would be wise for you to do what I expect of you.” Illumi states as he removes his hand from your shoulder.

You go along with it, just wanting to get it over without being overwhelmed by Illumi. 

One minute remaining.

You half assed the last twenty-six minutes of shopping, but it was good enough for Illumi. He didn’t complain, or speak at all really, as he watched you hand the butlers random items you’ve picked up.

Once that was done, he led you outside and back into the truck, a weight being lifted off your shoulders when you felt the wind blow against your skin.

You didn’t bother asking him about the next location, knowing he wouldn’t tell you. He put on some music this time; he must be feeling better. 

Your tiredness instantly evaporated once you realized he was driving into the city, other Zoldyck trucks joining and forming a motorcade around the two of you. 

The car comes to a stop on an empty street, your eyes scan the butlers standing guard, locking on the pink haired one for a split second, before moving to the blockades blocking off side streets. Illumi does his chivalry deed before walking you towards the bus stop. 

Your head doesn’t stop swiveling, turning towards the buildings, to the lake, to the butlers, to the birds pecking at the ground, to the approaching bus. 

“Is this a tour bus?” you ask, instantly recognizing it as you’d been on one with your friends before. 

“Yes.” he responds flatly. 

As the bus pulls up, you get a good look at it. It was a big, red double decker bus, the windows a little too tinted to be legally owned by any company. You’re a little quick to climb inside once the doors open, it was empty aside from two butlers seated at the very back.

“Can we sit on the roof?” you ask, wanting to feel the breeze on your face but also wanting a vantage point to scout for other signs of life. 

“No. Sit here.” 

Illumi doesn’t offer any reasoning, only pointing to a row of seats on the right side of the bus. You take the window seat and Illumi sits next to you, caging you in.

Perhaps you should’ve let him take the window seat instead.

There’s a screen in front of you playing a pre recorded audio commentary as the ride begins, it was the only voice heard within the bus. Your heart sinks a little when you see people walking about and civilian cars waiting at intersections. It was a normal day for them. 

You look forward, then behind you, ignoring Illumi and the butlers’ curious eyes, as you confirm that the bus indeed was part of another motorcade. You slump slightly, looking out the window and at the curious faces of pedestrians completely unaware of what was going on. 

You had barely caught anything the audio commentary had explained about the various landmarks you’d passed, too busy reminiscing on past times to even care. The bus had done a full loop around the city, soon coming to a halt at the bus stop it picked you up from. 

Instead of walking you back to the truck, Illumi holds your hand, correctly this time as he didn’t give you time to freak out, and walks you to a nearby grassy area along the lakefront. His hold was a little tight.

There was a large blanket set out underneath a lone cherry blossom tree, Shiori setting down a singular basket, bowing to the both of you, then leaving. 

You both settled onto the blanket, Illumi sitting unreasonably close despite the vast amounts of space. You allowed yourself to relax a bit regardless, taking in the view of the lake mixed with the falling cherry blossom petals. You paid no mind to Illumi as he fumbled through the basket, using hand sanitizer but not offering you any.

He carefully unpacked the contents, laying out a meal too small to be enjoyed by two people. You silently glance over at it before looking forward again. The view was nice, various skyscrapers and buildings lined the horizon, and a few clouds decorated the big, blue sky. 

It was silent, you and Illumi haven’t spoken to each other since you got on the bus — it was better that way. Illumi savored your docile demeanor, content that you were finally relaxing around him for once. He wasn’t fixated on you surprisingly, only gazing upon the city view before him.

You’d sat there for about ten minutes, relaxing enough to shut your eyes as you envisioned yourself in another place, before Illumi finally spoke up, “Aren’t you going to eat something?”

You slowly opened your eyes, looking at the mini meal sprawled out on the blanket, then at the fork Illumi held tightly before closing them again. 

“No.” you said simply. This was a trap.

Illumi tilted his head as he looked at you. “Why not?” 

“Why aren’t you eating?” you question him instead. “You’ve been holding that fork for a while now, and yet you haven’t reached for anything.”

You were suspicious. This was a one person meal and Illumi was holding the only fork you could see yet made no move to use it. This could only mean one thing.

“This is for you. I’m not hungry.”

You sit upright. “Where are all the forks?”

“In my hand.��� he stated nonchalantly. “What would you like to eat first?”

You were becoming nervous. “Just give me the fork.” you state, holding your hand out to him. 

“What would you like to eat first?” he repeats, looking down at the options before him and ignoring your hand.

“Please don’t do this to me.”

“You will eat the chicken Alfredo first.”

You retract your hand as he reaches for the chicken Alfredo, opening the container and allowing its savory scent to escape. You watch in horror as he collects a few noodles onto the fork and holds it up to you. 

His intentions were clear; he was going to feed you.

“I can feed myself.” 

“I know. Open your mouth.”

“Illumi-“

The fork was shoved into your mouth, the prongs hitting the back of your throat and causing you to choke. You cover your mouth when he pulls the fork out, coughing through your nose as you collect yourself from the sudden assault. At least the chicken Alfredo was good. 

“Hopefully you’ll listen this time. Come.” 

He scooped more noodles and chicken onto the fork, holding it out to you again. You glare at him before complying, allowing him to feed you gently this time. The cycle continues until the entire meal is gone, leaving only empty containers. 

He didn't say anything else once he was finished, but you noticed a slight smile on his otherwise expressionless face. He was happy. Very, very happy. 

Both of you sit in silence for a while, Illumi enjoying your presence and you ignoring his. Eventually he stands up, motioning for you to follow. He leads you back to the truck, performing an unneeded act of chivalry as he helps you inside, before pulling onto the road, the same Mercedes trucks driven by Zoldyck butlers surrounding the vehicle once more.

Illumi had one more activity planned for the day, one he was sure you’d love: a botanical garden. He had a slight smile on his face as he drove, eyes never leaving the road but he was definitely paying close attention to you. 

It took a short while, but he eventually reached his destination, quickly helping you out of the car before guiding you through the gates and into the garden. He seemed quite eager. The garden was huge, so he expected the both of you to be there for at least two hours, walking and analyzing all the different plants.

You were partially in higher spirits as you took in the different sights and smells, your facial features softening slightly. You were docile as you followed Illumi throughout the garden, engaging in conversation with him about all the different plants. He educated you on the purposes of different plants, ones that healed, ones that calmed, and ones that were extremely toxic but had a sweet, almost candy-like flavor. You don’t question him about that. 

He felt like he was truly bonding with you for once as you engaged with him. There wasn’t an ounce of negativity within you as you walked beside him, though you weren’t exactly beaming and doing heel clicks. You were calm; that was enough for him.

The sun had set and the moonlight bathed the garden in a white glow, fireflies fluttering about in the near darkness. You two had already begun the long walk back to the entrance a few minutes ago, silent as you listened to the chirping of numerous crickets and other critters. 

“It’s nice being able to enjoy nature like this.” Illumi stated as he stared ahead. 

“Yeah.” your tone was indifferent. “I used to go on walks like this all the time, but then something really unfortunate happened.”

“Hmm.”

Illumi only gave a simple hum in response, not wanting the mood to turn unpleasant so suddenly. Thankfully you didn’t say anything else to force an argument, quiet as he led you back to the entrance and into the car. 

The drive back was smooth, the only sounds being heard was the humming of the engine and the soft music coming from the radio. He takes you to the restaurant upon entering the hotel and dinner was just as quiet. You must be too tired to challenge him as you simply stare down at your plate. Good. He was finally able to enjoy a meal with you without getting a headache.

After dinner, he took you back to your shared suite, both of you showering before hopping into bed. You immediately roll onto your side, facing away from him as you try to escape into a deep sleep. He’s sat up in bed though, silently staring at you. 

The curtain covering the balcony door was partially opened, allowing the moonlight to flood the room and perfectly illuminate your figure. The sight causes him to reminisce for a moment.

“You were happier today —” Illumi spoke, voice a bit soft, “in the later half at least.” he’s silent for a moment as he thinks to himself. “I want to discuss something before you nod off.”

“Mhm.” you lazily hum.

You’d contemplated ignoring him in hopes he’d think you were sleeping, but you could count zero times that actually worked for you before. 

“Despite the rocky start… did you enjoy yourself today?”

He was seeking reassurance. He was being vulnerable. 

You’re in no rush to respond, allowing the silence to linger longer than he’d like. You think of all the different types of responses you could give him, ones that would please him enough to get him to shut up, ones that would severely upset him, and ones that would probably lead to him laying hands on you. 

“Would you enjoy doing your favorite things with someone who torments you?” you ask, ultimately deciding your answer would be up to Illumi. 

“So you enjoyed it? That’s good to hear.”

You don’t bother to correct him, knowing it would lead to a back and forth that would never conclude. 

Illumi, on the other hand, is completely satisfied, despite misinterpreting the true meaning behind your indirect answer. He was convinced that, ignoring your earlier defiance, today had been a total success and a step forward in the right direction. 

He’d only hoped he could make even more progress with you tomorrow.

.

Day three

.

Illumi rises very early, as he usually does, and gets himself ready for the day. His movements are silent as he walks about the suite, putting his clothes on, combing his hair, and more. He stands next to your side of the bed for a moment, gazing down upon your sleeping face and admiring your relaxed features.

He stares for way longer than he intended to before quietly making his way out the suite and to a secluded area. He makes a long phone call before returning to the suite and sliding back into bed, sitting upright as he stares at the blank TV.

You stir three hours later, yawning and stretching before sitting up. You wipe your eyes then look back at Illumi.

“Morning.” he greets.

“Hi.” your voice was softer than you meant it to be.

“Sleep well?”

“Mhm.”

You slide off the bed and head to the bathroom before he could ask you more pointless questions about how you slept. You complete your morning routine, taking a moment to stare at yourself in the mirror, before opening the bathroom door and standing in the doorway. Illumi slowly looks over at you. 

“When are we leaving?” you ask, wanting to limit the amount of time spent locked in an enclosed space with Illumi. 

“Whenever you’d like.” he responded simply.

You silently maintain eye contact with him for three seconds before making a request, “I want to pick my own outfit today, Illumi.”

Illumi taps his chin as if contemplating before sliding off the bed and heading toward the wardrobe. You watch him from your spot in the doorway as he lays multiple outfits out onto the bed, all featuring short sleeved tops and shorts coupled with some form of sandals for shoes.

“Take your pick.”

Sometimes you wonder if he’s intentionally misinterpreting you just to play mind games or if he’s really that unaware. You know it’s the latter, though. 

“This isn’t what I meant.” you state as he stares at you.

“You said you wanted to pick your outfit. I am giving you options to pick from.”

You decide not to fight it as this was the most control you’ve had over your own outfit in several weeks. You pick one that seemed to have the least of his inspiration and head to the bathroom with it. 

Illumi watched as the door shut behind you, clueless as to why you still had a problem with him even when he let you do what you wanted. He doesn’t dwell on it, packing the leftover clothes back into the wardrobe and calling the butlers to prepare breakfast. 

Once you were done and ready, he escorts you to the restaurant as usual. You feel a ping of unexplainable dread bubbling within you, but don’t think too much about it, chalking it up to the thought of having to deal with Illumi for yet another day for who knows how long. 

As you sit across from Illumi, you notice the rose petals have been replaced with fresh ones, some white and pink ones thrown into the mix. You fiddle with them as Illumi blankly stares at you. 

“We will be spending a lot of time outdoors today.” Illumi said. He figured he’d be the conversation starter during breakfast today as yesterday’s breakfast conversation led by you turned out to be very unsavory. “It’ll be good for the mind.”

“Yeah, I bet.” you continue fiddling with and even slowly tearing apart the rose petals. 

“Aren’t you going to ask what we’re doing?” Illumi inquired.

You don’t even look up at him. “What’s the point?”

“Do you not want to know what we’re doing today?”

“It’s not like you’d tell me anyway.”

“How do you know?”

You finally look up at him. “Why are you interrogating me?”

“I’m not. I’m just trying to have a conversation.”

You’d prefer if Illumi just kept his mouth shut as you weren’t in the mood for his pathetic attempt at a conversation. 

“For what? You’re not the talkative type.”

“I just wanted to talk.” he simply states. His voice had been slightly softer as he spoke with you.

“Is this another bonding experience of yours?” you mock, mentally rolling your eyes. 

“Yes.”

Of course he doesn’t sense your sarcasm.

“You know,” you start, noticing how Illumi stiffened slightly. “You know” was always your way of starting an argument. “communication in a healthy… relationship… is key. If you truly wish to bond with me, you’ll tell me everything you refused to tell me before.”

“I’ve already been doing that.” he states, referring to all the tiny bits of information he’s given you the last couple of days. 

“There is something bigger I want to know, something you’ve been refusing to talk to me about since you took me.”

Illumi looks down at the pile of mangled rose petals in front of you before looking back up into your eyes. He could already predict where you were headed with this and knew it would most likely lead to something that would put the progress he believed he made with you in jeopardy. You were simply seeking some sort of approval from him to talk, though.

“I’m not interested in this discussion.” Illumi boldly replies, the softness in his voice long gone. 

“It’s the least you could do, Illumi.”

“No.” he didn’t budge.

“You’re only going to end up sabotaging yourself.”

Illumi’s eyes narrowed at your subtle threat. You were basically telling him that if he didn’t have this conversation with you, you’d make the date hell for the both of you. 

“There is nothing positive that could come from this discussion; therefore, I see no reason to have it.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Yours.” Illumi says boldly. You were slightly taken aback by how quickly and effortlessly Illumi pinned the blame onto you, completely believing he’d done nothing wrong. “I see no point in giving you the chance to start unneeded drama.”

“You don’t need to give me the chance, it will happen regardless. I’m throwing you a bone by trying to settle things in a civil manner.” you say, watching as his eyes narrow even more.

“There is nothing to settle. Nothing will change whether you know or don’t.”

“You’re obligated to talk to me at this point.”

“I’ve been talking to you this entire time, I’ve fulfilled that obligation. You’re only going to throw a fit and ruin what we have going on currently.”

“You think we have something going on between us simply because we didn’t argue for a few hours?” You mock, your balled up fists resting on the table.

“Yes.”

Your words are caught in your throat as you realize just how out of it he truly is. Two butlers come and deliver breakfast, gently setting the plates of food in front of you and Illumi. They quickly leave, probably sensing the tension in the air, and Illumi immediately begins eating. He’s eating much, much slower than usual, though. 

He’s staring down at his plate as he does so, avoiding eye contact with you and hoping you’d just drop it for his sake.

You don’t.

“What was… the aftermath of my disappearance?” you ask, carefully choosing your words due to past experiences with Illumi’s negative reactions. Usually bringing up this topic was punishable by strangulation. Illumi had only warned you once before not to ask him about it, not explaining why or what he’d do if you did, only leaving you to find out through trial and error. “I deserve to know that much after so long.”

The dread coupled with asking the forbidden question is building in your stomach. You instinctively hold your hands under your chin, preparing yourself in case your plan to hold this date over his head doesn’t work. 

He doesn’t look up at you, but he’s not eating anymore either. Illumi had his reasons for not wanting to talk to you about this. It wasn’t because he felt guilt or shame for what he’d done, no not at all, it was because he didn’t want to deal with your reaction to it. You were a screaming, crying mess back then and even though you’ve calmed down to some degree, you’re still quick to return to your old roots. 

He found you as fascinating as he found you irritating, no longer questioning why he couldn’t bring himself to just kill you and move on with his life. You were a breath of fresh air, someone who kept him interested, someone who kept him wondering, and someone who always managed to surprise him with how bitchy you continued to be.

The realization that you’d rather be stifled until you’re unconscious than favor his simple demand sinks into him. You truly are an unruly brat. He finally looks up at you, which causes you to stiffen.

“What do you want to know?”

Illumi was made aware that you’d never shut up about it, and he wasn’t fond of the thought of cutting your vocal cords. He caved into your threat, to some degree, thinking that if he chose his words carefully, he could make it out of this discussion with minimal damage. He’d just have to walk on eggshells for a few minutes, eggshells he put down. 

Your eyes widened slightly. Was he actually agreeing to talk with you about it?

“You’ll… you’ll tell me?” you ask, hands slowly coming down to rest on the table.

“If we can move forward quickly afterwards and you never bring it up again, yes.” Illumi responded, making sure to place clear conditions.

“I will, only if you answer all of my questions truthfully.”

“Understandable.”

Your heart was beating rapidly as you looked into his eyes, all questions you had about the subject nearly leaving you before you quickly collected yourself. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come. You open them again after a moment, staring straight into his black ones.

“Have you harmed any of my friends or family since you’ve taken me?”

“No.” his answer was quick and concise. You were relieved. 

“Was I reported as a missing person?”

“Yes.”

“Did you… influence my case at all?”

“Yes.”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. Yes he was answering your questions, but he wasn’t elaborating. “What did you do?” you ask.

“I made sure your case wasn’t thoroughly investigated.”

“Could you be more specific? I want to know the details.” you say with a hint of irritation in your voice. 

“I paid detectives to ignore all the statements the police took from you and to limit how long search parties spent looking for you. You were concluded as a runaway.”

Your eyebrows furrow even more as you think how distraught your family must’ve been when you vanished, what they must’ve been thinking when greedy detectives fed them lies in order to make a quick buck. You hate him.

“Why me?!” you yell at him.

You were beyond fed up with this, beyond fed up with him. He tilts his head at you, expression neutral as he brought a hand up to his chin as if he was thinking. 

“Indeed. Why you?” he doesn’t say anything else as he continues to stare at you in that pose.

“Why me?! Tell me, why are you doing this to me?!”

He takes a moment to respond, “That is indeed a good question.”

“You don’t even know why, do you?”

“No. I don't.” Illumi admits casually. “But even without knowing, the need is still there.” He straightens himself again, hands moving to rest on his lap. "I originally intended to kill you. I thought you were using some kind of power to control me. Imagine my surprise when I found out you weren't a nen user."

“A nen user? What the hell is that?”

He doesn’t answer your question, only silently looking at you. When you fail to say anything further, he looks down at his plate and continues eating in his usual quick fashion. It’s over with. He’s relieved.

You ponder momentarily, looking down at the food before you as you contemplate what you’re about to say. It was a long shot, but did you really have much to lose?

“I want to talk to my family. I want them to know I’m still alive and well.” you say confidently, not a trace of fear in your voice. 

If Illumi wasn’t obsessed with you, he would’ve killed you right then and there for making such a stupid, ignorant request. His frustration is calmly taken out on the fork he’s holding, his tight grip bending the metal into all sorts of shapes as his neutral expression remains fixated on the plate before him. It was a terrifying sight.

“Absolutely not.” his voice is terrifyingly nonchalant. “This discussion ends here.”

His aura warns you. You don’t care, though.

“I want to talk to them.” you repeat.

“We are not discussing this any further. Eat your food. Now.”

“Why can’t I talk to my own family?”

Illumi looks up at you, you see something flash in his eyes. “If you talk to your family, they’ll come looking for you. And if they come looking for you, I’ll kill them. By keeping them unaware, their safety is guaranteed. I’m doing you a favor.”

Your hands balled into fists once more. “How?! How are you doing me a favor?!”

Illumi replies quickly, “By not killing them from the start.”

“How can you say that and expect me to be happy with you?!”

“Because they’re still alive.”

“And so that’s it?!” your voice is starting to get loud. “Because you didn’t kill my family, I’m supposed to love and accept you?!”

“Correct.” he states boldly.

His aura was becoming more suffocating despite his completely neutral demeanor. You grit your teeth in anger.

“You’re fucking insane!” you shout at him, slamming your fist on the table and causing your untouched drink to spill. Illumi watches as the reddish pink fruit punch soaks into the table cloth. “Why would I want to live the rest of my life with someone like you?! I’d rather you just kill me at this point, it would be mercy!”

This is why he didn’t want to have this discussion, you were forgetting your place. 

“Watch yourself, (Name).” he says as he looks up at you. “This is your only warning.”

“Fuck you.”

Illumi abruptly stood up, the force knocking his chair back a few feet. Your anger immediately vanishes, fear taking its place. He grabs your wrist tightly, yanking you out of your seat and dragging you out of the restaurant. He had enough, your audaciousness had gone unpunished for far too long. 

Your weak attempts to pull away were only met with him tightening his grip more, causing you to cry out. It felt like he’d crush your wrist if he tightened any more. The tears had already begun streaming down your face, but you refused to beg for forgiveness. 

He’d taken you back to the suite, practically throwing you on the floor as he slammed the door shut behind him. He stood there, staring down at you with a look that would normally kill. 

“I’ve been very patient with you, I’ve been very lenient with you, and I’ve been very considerate of you, and this is what I get in return?” he asks.

You remain on the floor, wiping your tear stained eyes before looking up at him. “I don’t owe you shit. You ruined my life.”

“Ruined your life? You don’t know what ruining a life even means.” he takes a step towards you. He was convinced he saved your life, saved you from what would’ve been a violent death. You don’t seem to understand the type of person he is. “If I really wanted to, I could make your life a living hell. You understand that, don’t you?”

You glare up at him, your intense hatred for him evident on your face. “I hate you.”

Such a childish response should not have any sort of effect on him, but it did when it came from you. His aura quickly became overwhelming, striking you with complete and utter terror as you lay frozen on the ground. His eyes wide, his pupils shrunken to dots, and his hair floating in the air. You’d activated his bloodlust. 

His aura reached far and wide, paralyzing the hotel employees and causing the butlers to think he’d finally killed you. 

“No, you don’t. You love me.” he spoke his words as if they were fact, something you could not argue with. He takes another step toward you, eyes boring into you. “Isn’t it funny how you beg for death yet freeze in terror when the possibility of death becomes a reality?”

His voice was unnaturally soft for the state he was in. He was happy, happy that your talk of wanting to die was nothing more than a bluff, a tactic to control him. You didn’t actually want to die, you were just overreacting.

After a few seconds, he calmed down. His face returned to his neutral expression, his long hair falling back down into place. It’s as if nothing had even happened.

“Hm…” he hums, looking down at your paralyzed figure on the floor. He ponders for a few seconds before suddenly crouching down, scooping you into his arms, and gently placing you onto the bed. 

Without thinking twice about it, he lays beside you, one arm awkwardly outstretched on top of you as his head sits atop of yours. He was comforting you, though he didn’t know it. He had gotten an uncontrollable urge to do so, one he’d never gotten before, and was in no state of mind to resist. 

He stares out the balcony door as you lay unconscious in his arms. This feeling was foreign to him, just as everything relating to you was. He couldn’t comprehend how he felt right now, but knew he was at ease as he absorbed your warmth and slight twitches.

Illumi doesn’t move at all as he waits for you to wake up, awkwardly sprawled out partially on top of you as he continues to blankly stare ahead. His mind was empty, he felt no desire to dwell on what had happened, only allowing time to pass as he accepted this bizarre feeling. 

You eventually begin to stir, but he still doesn’t move, only shifting his eyes to look down at you. You slowly sit up, groaning as you do so, and wiping your eyes in the process. His arm falls lower than you’d like, causing you to grab and remove it off of you entirely. Neither of you say a word, but the tension doesn’t feel as heavy as you’d expect it to be after something so traumatic. 

Illumi remains in his awkward position, watching as you slide off the bed and head to the bathroom. You stay in the bathroom for quite some time, your quiet sniffling and sobbing reaching Illumi’s ears. He doesn’t move to check on you, or rather put a stop to your crying, choosing to sit by and let you cry it out for once. 

He finally gets up after a while, thinking he’d given you more than enough time to recover and move on. He pulls out his phone, quickly texting Shiori, before moving to knock on the bathroom door. He casually states that the two of you will be leaving soon and encourages you to come out. 

You don’t respond but you do comply after a few minutes, eyes reddened and slightly puffy. He doesn’t comment on it, only silently walking you out the suite, outside the hotel, and into the truck once more. 

Despite almost brutally murdering you twice within a five minute time span and bruising your wrist, Illumi was nonchalant. He has the radio playing so he must be in a good, or at least neutral, mood. 

He parks near his next destination — the beach — and assists you out the car as usual, his hold much, much gentler than it ever had been. He continues to stand there after shutting the door behind you though, holding your uninjured hand and watching Shiori as she appears out of nowhere. Shiori doesn’t say a word as she gently takes your injured wrist. You don’t know what she does, but the pain and bruising is suddenly gone. She swiftly bows before leaving.

You’ve never verbally questioned her magical abilities but you mentally thank her as Illumi proceeds to escort you towards the beach. You think to yourself how strange this whole ordeal is but don’t feel the need to comment on that obvious fact, only remaining silent as he takes you over to two lounge chairs set up under a beach umbrella. 

You sit down, propping your head up on your hand as you stare out into the ocean. This was relaxing. Shiori appears once again, placing a pineapple smoothie inside of a hollow pineapple on the little table beside you before leaving just as quickly, a red umbrella and a swirly straw placed inside for maximum corniness. You ignore it. 

There was a surprising sense of tranquility within you as you sat in the lounge chair; the breeze felt nice, the sound of the waves was like a massage for your ears, and the occasional seagull noises gave you a sense of nostalgia. 

Your mind was calm, yet racing all at once, a feeling you were all too familiar with. You fully relax onto the chair, kicking your sandals off and turning onto your side — away from Illumi. You rest your head on your hands, shutting your eyes as the warm sun cleansed you of your stress. 

An hour passes, then two, then three.

“The view is nice.” Illumi finally speaks, continuing to stare ahead of him as he had been doing since he sat down. 

You don’t acknowledge him, not that he minded — for once — as he retained his calm demeanor. 

Illumi continued after a few minutes, ”We’re going to have dinner with my family back at Kukuroo Mountain tomorrow.”

Your heart sunk into your stomach. You immediately sit up, looking over at him for the first time since you came here. 

“What?!” you ask, clearly distraught over this unfortunate information.

Illumi turns his head slightly, shifting his eyes toward you as he repeats himself, “We are going to have dinner with my family back at Kukuroo Mountain tomorrow.” he turns forward again. “It’ll only be for a few hours, we’ll come back to the hotel once it’s over.”

“But-but why?”

“Because we have more to do here.” Illumi states. God, you can’t stand him.

You fully sit up in the chair, “I’m asking why are we suddenly having dinner with them when you’ve never introduced them to me before?” 

“They’ve been wanting to meet you since they found out about you, especially my mother.” Illumi taps his chin with his pointer finger. “I reached a compromise last night: you said the lack of people took away from your ability to enjoy time with me, and my family won’t stop pestering me about you, so by taking you to have dinner with them, I’m killing two birds with one stone.” 

Unbeknownst to you, the rest of the Zoldycks, at least his mother and father, had been extremely curious about you. Illumi had only mentioned you to his father when he was asking for permission to construct your living quarters near the Butler’s Quarters as well as when asking for his advice on courtship. The idea of Illumi being in love with someone completely caught the man off guard, but he gave Illumi what he wanted nonetheless. 

His mother found out when she questioned her husband about the construction workers, her jaw dropping dramatically before immediately bolting to find Illumi. She spread the news and hounded Illumi since then, never missing an opportunity to ask a question about you, which were all left unanswered, and even going as far as to harass Shiori and any other butlers who saw you in person. She never got the answers she wanted from them, courtesy of Illumi. 

His father, on the other hand, was patient and allowed Illumi to do his thing, thinking he was finally transitioning into the next stage in life. That doesn’t mean he didn’t order his loyal, pink haired butler to keep tabs on you, having her use her monocle to record her very rare interactions with you. He even had her join the large group of butlers Illumi took with him on his trip, giving him intel on what went on as everything unfolded.

Illumi was aware and assigned her with jobs that would keep her the furthest from you.

“What?! Why would they want to meet me?! Did you lie about me to make me seem cool?!” your voice raises slightly.

Illumi doesn’t react to it. “I only told my father that you were my partner, that’s it. I’m guessing he told my mother who then told everyone else.” 

Illumi didn’t want to introduce you too soon for one simple reason: you weren’t ready. He wanted you to be his happy, willing partner in everyone’s eyes, even those who knew better, and was concerned your lack of respect and unpredictable behavior would ruin that image. 

It made sense for them to be so curious, none of them had ever imagined Illumi of all people finding a lover and being so committed to them. They were intrigued and wanted to know who it was that Illumi thought worthy enough for his time, effort, and affections.

You’re clearly terrified at the thought. 

You sink back onto the chair, pulling your knees close to you as you think of all the different ways you’ll be humiliated and brutally tortured, how high their expectations of you must be, and how they’ll laugh when they find out you’re just a normal, average person. They probably thought you were also some kind of murderer, taking jobs and lives left and right. It was nerve-wracking.

“I don’t…” you start, “I don’t want to…”

Illumi looks over at you. “I did what you wanted, you can’t back out of it now.”

“Why'd you even bother telling me this? You never told me your plans before!”

“You said communication was key in a healthy relationship.” he answered.

You don’t say anything else to him. Whenever you thought you’d gotten the upper hand, Illumi found a way to counter it. You wondered if you would still have to meet his family tomorrow if you had kept your mouth shut the other day or if Illumi would’ve even told you about it if you hadn’t started that argument during breakfast.

He was taking you into consideration, just in all the wrong ways. 

The two of you sit in silence once again, your mind dreading tomorrow’s dinner and his mind as relaxed as can be. You continue to sit there for a couple more hours before Illumi announces it was time to head back.

Your mind never stopped racing, replaying thoughts of them attacking you over and over again. You don’t say anything during the car ride, you don’t say anything during dinner, which was much appreciated, and you don’t say anything as you ponder in the shower, only coming out after Illumi rushes you for taking too long. He slides onto his side of the bed after coming out of the bathroom, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. You were already tucked under the blankets, trying and failing to fall into a deep slumber as your mind continued to torment you with endless possibilities.

Illumi browses through channels until he ultimately settles on a random cooking show. He didn’t particularly care for it, only wanting something to fill the silence while he waited for something. You shift constantly before laying on your back, allowing yourself to watch as the contestants on TV failed to execute a successful dinner service, a British man pointing out all their faults and demanding they fix it. 

Watching the show eased some of your anxiety so you stay up for another couple of hours before you feel yourself beginning to drift off. You turn onto your side once more, getting comfortable as you try to fall asleep again. 

Illumi sees this and swiftly powers the TV off, completely turning the room pitch black as the curtain covering the balcony door was shut. He continues to sit up, however, eyes lingering on you in the darkness. 

He suddenly moves, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you towards the middle of the bed, wrapping his arms around you and causing all traces of sleepiness to leave you immediately. You shift once, slightly pushing against his arm. He only pulls you closer to him. You shift again, pushing harder this time. He only tightens his grip. He was getting way too comfortable.

“What are you doing?” you ask, your heart rate beginning to quicken.

“Holding you.” Illumi stated simply. 

It was clear by your body language that you were uncomfortable, body tense and stiff as you tried not to rub against him even more than you already had. He didn’t mind, though.

You internally curse him for spooning you as you now find yourself unable to sleep. You lay wide awake in his arms, too nervous to move due to how close and personal he was, but too uncomfortable to stay still either. You couldn’t help but shift a bit more, eventually finding a position comfortable enough to grant you the escape of a deep sleep. Illumi, however, remains wide awake, a slight smile on his face as he absorbs your warmth once again.

Tomorrow will be one hell of a day.

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What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

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Masterlist.

Request Rules.

I'm only putting the characters that I have written about.

Lookism.

Just A Kiss, Nothing Else: Johan x Male Reader.

Johan Seong x Female Reader Headcanon.

YN! Johan Seong and YN! Daniel Park Headcanons: Gender Neutral Reader

Them Reacting you to Calling them Pretty, with a Gender Neutral Reader.

Johan Seong and Eli Jang Polyamorous Relationship Headcanon, with a Gender Neutral Reader.

Sudden Love: Jay Hong x GN Reader.

Dating Them Headcanons: Lookism Male Version with a Gender Neutral Reader: Zack Lee, Vasco, Daniel Park, Johan Seong, Jay Hong, Eli Jang.

Their Reaction To You Rejecting Them Because You Are In Love With Someone Else, with a Gender Neutral Reader: Zoe Park, Gun, Daniel Park, Johan Seong.

Them with Male S/O Who's Shy: Mira Kim, Mary Kim, Zoe Park, Crystal Choi.

Xiaolong Dating Headcanons with a Female Reader.

Our Little Secret: Daniel Park x Female Reader.

Dating Diego Kang headcanons: Diego Kang x Female Reader.

Xiaolong x GN Reader Headcanons: What's okay and not okay with him.

Yandere Sinu Han Headcanons with a GN Reader.

My Type: Y!Jake Kim x GN Reader.

No: Y!Eugene x GN Reader.

No Matter What, You Belong To Me: Y!Daniel Park x GN Reader.

A Ruined First Date: Xiaolong x Female Reader.

If Only...: Diego Kang x Female Reader.

Dating Kwak Jichang Headcanons: GN Reader.

It's Cold: Gun Park x Female Reader.

Dating Headcanons: Jake Kim and JIhan Kwak x GN Reader (separate).

Dating Them Headcanons: Hudson Ahn and Diego Kang (James Lee) x GN Reader.

Them Finding You Wearing Their Shirt: Female Reader.

On A Date With Them: Female Reader.

How They Would React When You Received A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: Female Reader.

How They Would React To Their Chubby S/O Being Insecure Headcanons: GN Reader.

They Get Jealous After Meeting Your Ex: Female Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

Dating Kwak Jibeom Headcanons: GN Reader.

Viral Hit/How To Fight.

Viral Hit Men Headcanon: What's it like dating them: Hobin Yu, Wangguk Han, Taehun Seong, Yeonu Ji, Mangi Lee, Munseong Kim, Hyeonsong Lee and etc.

Meant To Be: Taehun Seong x Female Reader.

Made For Each Other: YN!Taehun Seong x YN!GN Reader.

How Would They React When You Receive A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number. GN Reader.

Gaeul Dating a Transgender (FTM) Reader Headcanons.

Taehun Seong x Sick GN Reader.

Let Me Take Care of You: Yeonu Ji x GN Reader.

Them Dating A Beauty and Fashion Newtuber: GN Reader.

Love me? Duh?: Taehun Seong x GN Reader

Haikyuu!!

Aoba Johsai x Gender Neutral: Manager Stories: 1,

Questism/Quest Supremacy.

Sick Day: Hajun Gu x GN Reader.

Study Date: Jaeha Han x Female Reader.

Captivating: Haru Seong x GN Reader.

I Love You: Seok Kang x GN Reader.

Dating the Top Dogs Headcanons (Seperate): Suhyeon Kim, Seok Kang, Jaeha Han x GN Reader.

My Lo- I mean Best Friend: Hajun Gu x Female Reader.

Dating Haru Seong Headcanons: GN Reader.

Dating Ryu SIkyung Headcanons: Male Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

My Type of Woman: All Gangbuk Leaders x Female Reader

YOU CAN FIGHT?!?!: Haru Seong x Male Reader

Get Schooled.

Nothing in here yet.

Manager Kim.

Nothing in here yet.

The Remarried Empress.

Please... Stay...: Sovieshu x Male Reader.

How They Would React to Navier Taking of a Child Headcanons: Female Child Reader.

Men of the Harem.

Nothing in here yet.

Miraculous Ladybug.

Nothing in here yet.

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Nothing in here yet.

Black Clover.

Nothing in here yet.

Sk8 the Infinity.

Nothing in here yet.

Fairy Tail.

Nothing in here yet.

Yandere Simulator.

Unlikely Relationship: Delinquents x Male Reader.

The Rising of the Shield Hero.

Nothing in here yet.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Coffee Jelly Lovers: Saiki Kusuo x Male Reader.

Toritsuka with an equally dirty minded girlfriend: Toritsuka Reita x Female Reader.

Just Like You: Saiki Kusuo x Female Reader.

A Tease: Kaidou Shun x Male Reader.

Gakuen Babysitters.

Gakuen Babysitters Headcanon: Female Reader.

My Hero Academia

Nothing in here yet.

Marry My Husband.

Sweet Love: Eunho Baek x Male Reader.

Maybe, In Another Life: Yoo Ji Hyuk x GN Reader.

Welcome Home

Nothing in here yet.

IRL Quest/Reality Quest

A Friend? Or.. Something More?: Han Eun-Sung x Female Reader.

Dating Han Eun-Sung Headcanons: GN Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

Into/Across the Spider-Verse.

Nothing in here yet.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

can we get more simpbur hcs? maybe some more yandre simulator behavior

More Simpbur Headcanons

Simpbur x gender neutral! Reader (Part 1 here) Requested by: Anon~ Proofread: N/A Genre: Yandere, fluff, mention of cutting/blood, mention of period Music: A Duet Between The Piano and The Moon

Warnings: Yandere behavior Author's Note: I love yanderes! I love yandere characters, I love yandere troupes, I eat that shit UP! I obviously don't like, agree with their actions but idk man,,,,somethin about yanderes,,, -Mod Kenma

So remember when I said he's clingy?

When he feeds into his yandere desires, it's even worse

When it comes to going out, as much as he prefers to stay inside and be a hermit, he'll go out with you

He'll hold your hand while the two of you go shopping

Simpbur will also push the shopping cart or hold any bags you're using to carry things

He wants to feel like you can depend on him

This goes for everything

You want some tea? He's already making some for you

Hungry? He's no cook but he's ready to order from your favorite place

This man for sure prides himself on knowing everything

And I mean everything

From favorite food to birthmarks

He likes to point out little freckles and birthmarks when you two are in bed together, tracing shapes on your bare skin

When he feeds into his more yandere side, oh boy

Simpbur is a sadomasochist

Let that be clear

He has gross fantasies of carving your name into his skin

He firmly believes it makes it more special~

Especially if YOU'RE the one to do it

With your pretty handwriting

The thought makes his dick hard and his cheeks flush

He'll beg if he has to

Just to get you to even CONSIDER carving your name into his skin

He already has placement ideas

Oh, and he wants to do the same to you

He wants to carve his name into your abdomen, dangerously close to your sex

Blood play is crazy with this man

If you ever have a bloody nose in front of him, he has to excuse himself

He has to fight the urge to lick the blood off of your face

He's down bad for you in ways I cannot even comprehend

If you get your period, just know that period sex is a thing

He will eat you out if you get your period

It's pure heaven to him

[okchijt]

May I request headcanons about Oka Ruto with male S/O, who is nice and kind with her, but big asshole to everyone else?

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! The art is by Reikiwie! The request asks for a male reader and the title also says it, but you can easily read it as gender-neutral as well since I don't think that what I write is that gender-specific to the request to matter. This was also supposed to be posted a month ago, but this is my final year so naturally, school got in the way. So forgive me if this sucks, I tried my best😭 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you and enjoy!❤

Favorism - Oka Ruto x Male!Reader Headcanons

💀 I think the request says it all when I say you're not a sociable person, at all. You'd rather be alone and everyone in this school is either too annoying or boring.

💀 You have been a new student at Academi High for 4 weeks now and still hadn't found any friends, not that you care though. The only group you've been kind of interested in is the Occult Club, but not to a degree that you'd come up to them and perhaps join them.

💀 But during that 4th week a mysterious, timid, and shy girl with an overall dark appearance shows up and even though she looks basically like the other Occult Club members, there was just something else about her that drew you in.

💀 In order for you to get close to Oka before joining her club would be to learn a few things about her without becoming a stalker. So you'd ask around people that are usually near her or you think would know some facts about her, and by asking around I mean to intimidate or threaten the answers out of them. You'd write everything you've learned in your notebook, surprised to find you two had a lot of similar interests or at least some you wouldn't mind learning about or exploring, and you did.

💀 From there you'd have to wait for the right moment to approach Oka, assuming she already knows about you and your intimidating demeanor, you'd have to approach her in a very friendly and calm manner. You found your opportunity when seeing Oka lingering around her locker scrolling through her phone. You walked past her while glancing at her phone to see her reading one of your favorite Japanese urban legends.

💀 "Satoru-kun, huh? You've got taste Oka."

💀 Excpect to see the most adorable reaction ever, making you fall for her instantly! Oka's face would immediately flush red while covering her face, averting her gaze from you. Oka has seen you around before, but she'd never thought you'd even know of her existence, and you're giving her a positive reaction that she wasn't used to, piquing her interest in you on the spot.

💀 She'd watch you and follow you around the school grounds to learn more about you, not knowing that you were completely aware of her always being behind you, but you didn't mind it. You found it funny and sweet actually.

💀 You became so used to it that you'd forget most of the time she was even there! Which led to Oka witnessing you display your rude behavior to other people. Most would be completely turned off by it, but Oka was intrigued. Your level of assholeary varied depending on who you were talking to, like if a genuinely good person wanted to just say "hi" to you or something you'd be a little bit more gentle with them, still an asshole, but not as bad as if one of the bullies or delinquents wanted something from you, you'd go savage almost instantly. And Oka couldn't help to find it interesting that you'd try to be at least a little bit nice to some, but to her, you were always the sweetest and friendliest person ever.

💀 And by that I mean your personality would do a whole 180 when you were around Oka. You'd greet her every morning when walking into school, hold doors for her, carry stuff for her, protect her if someone tried to hurt her, help with cleaning up, talk to her about The Occult, and Japanese Creepypastas, etc. Which Oka would appreciate all of that! She'd still be very timid and awkward with you, but she obviously likes and trusts you.

💀 After some time though you'd eventually confront Oka about developing your relationship forward, by officially becoming friends and maybe something more in the future. To which Oka would shyly agree to, her face being red the whole time.

💀 From then on you and Oka would start trying to develop the relationship. Oka would eventually become very comfortable with you around and talk way more with you. She's too shy to admit that she honestly secretly likes that you hold special treatment for her and only her. She doesn't know what she has done to deserve it, but she loves it.

💀 You're just so sweet and loving with her it makes your classmates scratch their heads. You are verbally and physically affectionate with each other, you are patient with her, and you never raise your voice at her, reassure her when she needs and generally act like the total opposite to her compared to everyone else. You're like a whole different person with Oka around!

💀 Even though Oka secretly adores the special treatment you give her, she'd try to make a slight effort to make you less of an asshole to everyone else. Like, Oka would just tell you to take it easy or hold onto your arm to make you feel at ease. And it works! You take whatever Oka tells you as law and if she tells you to turn it down you will. You'll only make an effort if it's for her and she knows it. But you both know she'll never exploit you over it either, so compared to everyone else, your guard is always down if it's just you and Oka together.

💀 Days turn into weeks and weeks into months and you have officially succeeded at making Oka fall for you. Oka is a firm believer in the cherry blossom tree legend because she believes there must be some supernatural element to it and stuck a note in your locker to meet her there and confess. You'd obviously accept seeing as this was what you wanted all along and you two would start going out from there.

💀 Even if the two of you have been going out for some time since then, you both would act pretty much the same as before together. You might want to push the relationship forward, like being more intimate with each other, but Oka would not be comfortable with that idea yet and you'd have to wait probably the whole semester if not longer to get to that point but I promise you it's worth it.

💀 The most you two could do right now is hold hands and kiss on the lips or cheek occasionally. Oka is intimidated by intimacy in a way, so hugs are a little bit scary for her, but she'll get over it with time. Verbal affection is also a very foreign thing for Oka. Say anything nice to her, compliment her, or flirt and her whole face goes beet red while stuttering a response while trying to cover her face. Oka is also bad at verbal affection as well, she'd research the ways other couples act around the school or try to copy you so she can say something romantic to you as well only for it to sound really awkward. You still love it though and she tries so that's already enough!

💀 Your dates are the most chill dates ever. You'd mostly have indoor ones, which would involve watching gothic or horror movies and shows or reading Creepypastas together and then discussing them together. The only outdoor dates you'd probably have would be at the park or going to the movies. They may not be super exciting or "fun", but that's the best you're gonna get with Oka. You can go with her or do anything and she'll do it, but generally, she enjoys herself more if it involves her interests or hobbies.

💀 Overall, you and Oka are an odd bunch that no one expected to happen or even work, most people would describe your relationship as "beauty and the beast", which let's face it, it's totally true. As much as unpopular Oka is, people do appreciate her trying to tame you a little, while Oka and the rest of The Occult Club are thankful for you always standing up for them. There's no doubt to anyone that what you and Oka have is special and everyone secretly routes for you two to work long-term, cause your dynamic is just that adorable. And with how things are going, they might be on to something.

[iicheeze]

Notice Me, Senpai!

Chapter 1 : The Beginning of the End

Yandere Genshin Impact X Gender Neutral Reader YANDERE SIM AU

Notice Me, Senpai Series Masterlist

A Harsh Breeze (Mondstadt Ver. ) — Act 1

The Golden Twins were always an infamous name. They were infamous for being ‘ kind ’ and ‘ helpful ’. They have solved many problems like a breeze. And many people thanked them for that. Of course, at first, they felt good after hearing a simple thank you. After all, they're willing to help for a reason.

But as more and more ‘ helpful ’ they became, they can't help but loathe the word ‘ Thank you ’ now. Many people basically forced them to help them with their problems. Saying all kinds of stuff to make them help.

“ But you helped Amber! Do you have favoritism?! ” “ But it's an easy one for you! Do you seriously think you're that great to not help anyone anymore?! ” “ Please! I beg of you! If my problem ends up getting bigger, I'll put the blame on you!! ”

Now they just help people solely because they were forced to. The warm feeling they always get after helping them ends up cold and harsh. It's warm, bright aura they have now turned into a rejecting, insufferable one.

They can't help but feel hate. They despise people. All they do is exploit others for their own needs. Their big, accepting heart turned into a hard, small stone. They can't help but feel empty on the inside. No matter what they do. They just feel as if someone has taken what they used to feel.

That was until they met you.

They were just talking to each other, too caught up in their conversation. Until they turned to a corner and Lumine's head bumped into yours, falling back, causing Aether to fall back as well.

They both fell, their bottoms meeting the hard floor. They weren't expecting anything other than the stranger they bumped to to walk away or insult them.

Instead, two hands were offered. The two looked up and saw a bright, warm smile. It's as if looking at a sunflower, loving and beautiful. Turns out, you were caught up in your book as well, yet you put it aside to help both of them up.

“ Are you okay? I'm sorry for not paying attention! ”

Your words were simple, but kind. Your tone shows that you're worried about them and genuinely feels.. sorry.

All of the time, they'd get fake apologies. Knowing fully well that they're not gonna change their behavior when they said to do so.

Yet you didn't. You felt genuine. All of you felt genuine.

When the two took your hands, they felt so full. It's as if they had a beating heart once again. Is this what it feels like? To feel? They've forgotten how it felt as it has been so long. Too long.

They felt warm on the inside, it's as if they had just ate a home-cooked meal by a loving mother. They felt so full of life. It's as if they had an empty stomach for so long they didn't know what it feels like to have a full stomach once more.

The interaction with you had long ended, as you bowed with your book in your hands and left the two alone. Yet their attention was fixated on you, and you alone.

Is this what it feels like? To feel love? If it is, it felt so.. Innocent. So bright. So warm. It felt like they've been wrapped to a blanket filled with nothing but sweetness.

Yet their warm feelings left without saying goodbye. As they saw another woman talking to you.

“ Who is that.. Woman? ”

Lumine muttered, her tone filled with toxic venom.

Why are you talking to that woman? Why is she badmouthing you? Why are you just laughing? Why are you even with her? Is she your friend? What kind of a friend badmouths you? Why? Why? Why?

She doesn't deserve to be with you. Let alone being your friend. She doesn't deserve to stand beside you. She doesn't deserve to even think about you.

“ I'm sorry, Eula. I bumped into two people earlier! I really didn't mean to be late! ”

.. Eula?

Eula Lawrence?

“ Tch, whatever. Just don't be late next time! ”

“ Awh, alright, alright. Just don't yell at me that loud.. ”

Why is she conversing with you like that? Does she really think she has the audacity to order you around?

They can treat you way better. No, they will treat you better. Better than her.

Lumine and Aether knew themselves that taking someones life will burden you for the rest of their lives.

So why do they have the urge to get rid of that vile woman?

They've been kind and patient for so long, it's okay if they're being a little selfish.. Right, Senpai?

Bound Together (Liyue Ver. ) — Act 1

Zhongli had always been a dream man. He was kind, considering, yet also calm, and content. Many has tried to capture his heart, but they always end with the same answer.

“ I'm sorry, but.. I don't feel the same way. ”

It went to the point where he became an ‘Untouchable Dream Man’ , where his behavior is captivating, but his heart is as hard as a stone. An unbreakable, cold stone.

He was in love once. It was when he was in Junior High, he was in love with a woman named Guizhong. She was kind, sweet. But of course, a beautiful flower has to die in the end.

Guizhong had long met her end as a terminal sickness came over her. Leaving nothing but a dying memory. Zhongli himself, mourned for her. But of course, he had moved on. Accepting the fact that she was the only one who could break his stone heart. For she is no more, his heart will be locked for as long as it beats.

At this point.. Can he even call it a heart?

For long, he had moved on. But he can't shake off the feeling that he feels empty. Hollow. As if a part of himself had left without saying goodbye.

But even life finds a way, as a flower can be reborn when a seed from the very same flower had been planted.

He was just taking a stroll around his new high school, trying to find the library. Until an upperclassmen bumped his way into him without paying attention to their way. Spilling their canned soda on his uniform.

“ Oh- Oh my gosh. I'm so so sorry!! I wasn't paying attention. Here! I'll dry it up. Oh gosh, that'll stain, won't it? I'm so sorry.. ”

You kept chanting apologies as if your life depended on it. Seriously, it's just a stain. He can clean it. It's not that much of a problem, really. It's not like that's his only uniform.

Although, he can't help but feel something grow inside him. What is it? He can't tell. Delight? Relief? He doesn't know.

“ N- No, it's quite alright. I can clean it myself. It's not that big of a problem, anyways. ”

Did he just stutter? Was the impact you made that big on him?

“ Yes, but still. Here! Have my handkerchief. My class is going to start soon, and please dry yourself up! Again, I'm really sorry! See you! ”

Oh, so that's why you were in such a hurry. Your class was gonna start soon.

Yet, his heart kept beating so fast, he thought it might pop out of his chest! Did he just feel butterflies in his stomach? Was it something he ate earlier?

He never felt like this. Wait. No.

He has had these feelings before.

ls this what it feels like? To be in love?

It feels so.. nice. So heavenly. So delightful. He can't help but want to make the moment last forever. But he himself knew it's impossible.

It feels like it could last forever, until a... man. Came into the view.

A teal-haired.. boy? He was short. Yet he was so friendly with you. Well, he looked friendly with you.

He was basically screaming at you for being late for class. Surely, you can't be that late. It's not even class time yet for him.

“ Well.. Technically speaking, you're not even at the same year at me, Xiao. So you don't have the right to tell me that I'm late! ”

Xiao?

Isn't that one of his.. friends?

“ Well- still! You're still late!.. ” Hearing that made you chuckle a bit. Oh, how beautiful you sound.

Yet the conversation with you and him made him feel bitter. He can't help but tighten his grip around your handkerchief. As a vein appeared at the side of his forehead.

You can't leave. You can't leave him. Not like this. Not when he can finally feel love once more. Not with another person. You can't go.

He will have you. His stone heart has broken once more, so why are you leaving him? He will not have you leave him. Not again. Not now. Not ever. He doesn't care if he has blood on his hands. He will have you, one way or the other.

Unforgiving Beauty (Inazuma Ver. ) — Act 1

Everyone knows of the Kamisato Clan. As they have made incredible progress in the small town they're in. They were the top of the food chain. As no peers can ever look down on them.

Of course, being in such a clan could result in a harsh, cold outcome.

The youngest daughter of the Kamisato Clan, Kamisato Ayaka, was always kind, gentle, yet elegant and enchanting. Of course, they see her as nothing but that.

The Youngest Daughter of the Kamisato Clan.

The Gentle Sakura of the Kamisato Clan.

The Kind, Loving Kamisato Ayaka from the Kamisato Clan.

No one ever had the courage to actually befriend her other than seeing her as a business partner or just a simple acquaintance. Leaving her alone with her back being burdened with so many things.

All she ever wanted to do was help her older brother, Kamisato Ayato. Yet, she can't help but feel tired. Tired of her life. She has done nothing but work, work, work. Education was never any better. She had always been homeschooled.

That was until her older brother decided to build a High School from the ground up. All designed to please him and his little sister.

Yet even when he did such a thing for Ayaka, which she is very grateful for, she still felt empty. People will still see her in the same light, what's the point of going to a school? Nothing will change.

Until you appeared in her life.

You were so bright, so warm, so considering.

You were the bright, encouraging fire in her cold, snowy world.

She was simply just dancing at the empty rooftop, trying to kill time during break time in-between classes.

Yet, you were there.

And you were captivated by her beautiful, glamorous dance. You couldn't help but clap for her!

“ That was amazing! ”

You haven't had the slightest idea of who the girl might be. But you did nothing about it, as you don't have any care but to embrace the moment.

Whilst Ayaka was trying to process the moment, her face can't help but heat up. Who are you? Did you see her dance? Do you not know who she is?

For the first time in her life, someone doesn't know who she is. And she couldn't even be happier.

They didn't see her as something to use for their own benefits, they didn't see her as someone to respect, they didn't see her as someone you have to be polite around.

You just saw her as equal.

And that is what charmed her.

That interaction had ended. It was supposed to be a small one, anyways. As you left by the sudden bell, indicating that the next class had started. Leaving the girl alone at the rooftop.

But she couldn’t help but think about you. Her mind is basically infested with you. What could she do to impress you once again? What could she do to meet you again? What could she do to finally be of someone’s main attention?

She needs you. She has to have you. You were the only one who could understand her. Who could accompany her. Who could finally set your attention to her. Just her.

So just look at her again, won’t you? Just her. Don’t look at anyone else. You won’t need anyone else with her around.

Bittersweet Aftertaste (Sumeru Ver. ) — Act 1

Everyone knew of the renowned Al-Haitham. He was attractive, intelligent, yet closed off and forward.

He was always known to be the popular boy who has a quite annoying personality, as not a lot of people liked to interact with him, let alone deal with him.

Oh well, it's not like he cares.

He's always liked it alone. People only talk to him when they want something. And he knows of that.

He was just going to the library to borrow some more books, as usual. However, he heard that some new books have been shipped from another country to Teyvat High. Obviously, any normal person who has an interest in books would love to read that for the first time.

As the door slid open, revealing the very same small, yet comforting library. Perfect, just the way he likes it.

He was just about to reach the book, before another hand came into the view and reached for the same book, making both hands touch.

Surprised, he looked to where the hand is coming from. Revealing a person looking at him with the same confused expression.

“ Oh- Sorry! You can have that book. I can just wait for another time. It's not that important to me, anyways! ”

Your voice was angelic, ethereal, he might say. This interaction was so simple, yet cliche. He couldn't help but cringe a little.

Yet those feelings was eradicated with an overpowered feeling of... What is this called?

He felt so full. His hands were shivering quite a bit, he felt heat at his ears, yet he also feels so light, he swore could he fly!

He felt so alive.

But.. This is Illogical! A simple hand touch couldn't have caused all of this.

Maybe it's something he ate?

He watched you leave the library, your uniform swaying by the tiny wind. A smile plastered on your face.

Al-Haitham couldn't help but admire you. Your features. Your hairstyle, the way you style your uniform, how you walk, everything.

Yet those lovely feelings was soon to be gone as he saw another man approaching, stomping their way to you.

“ Where were you?! I was waiting at your classroom, looking like an idiot! ” The short male shouted, while you just sweat dropped.

Who is he?

Why is he so rude to you? Why is he so mean to you? Why is he so cruel to you? And why are you just laughing it off? Why are you smiling at him so lovingly? Why are you even hanging out with him? Why? Why? Why?!

He doesn’t understand. He hates feeling like this, but he can’t help but want more. He’s never felt anything like it. Why does he want you so bad? Why does he want to get rid of anyone that dares to stand next to you? He doesn’t understand.

Yet he knows one thing. He need to get rid of those who dare to stand next to you, let alone talk to you!? He has to. He has to. Only HE is allowed to stand next to you! Only HE is allowed to talk to you! Only HE is allowed to see that beautiful smile of yours. Only HE is allowed to hear your laughs. Him, him, him! Not anyone else! He won’t allow it.

He's always felt that something inside him is missing. Perhaps.. You are his only fulfillment. The only thing that makes him feel like this.

So please, look at him for some more, would you?

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 If there's some mistakes, please tell me!!

[vbaby444]

So like random post but I really need this

If you like / are in the fandoms of:

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• Beastars

• Star Stable

• Henry Stickmin

• Rainbow Friends

• Tell Me Why

• Trollhunters

• The Last Guardian

• Your Boyfriend

• Amanda the Adventurer

• Hearts and Heroes

• Night at the Museum

• Sally Face

• My Candy Love

• Garten of BanBan

• Welcome Home

A/N: Oki, this little thing might be change, I know other fandoms too, but at the time, I could write just these bc I'm sleepy and my mind is almost dead xd :")

[mantizimus]

Rules for requests

Good day, everyone! My name is Mantizimus, but you can call me Mantiz. I am 20 years old. Inspired by various blogs, such as @randoimago @tokuteasings and @fandom-go-round I decided to create my own requests blog.

Now, for rules:

Fandoms I'm writing (I'll add more later, feel free to suggest new ones):

Space Pirate Sara

My Hero Academia

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Naruto

Kamen Rider Ryuki

Bleach

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Mega Man (Classic and X)

Twisted Wonderland

Doki Doki Literature Club!

Overwatch

Akame Ga Kill!

Danganronpa

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun

Yandere Simulator

Juken Sentai Gekiranger

Five Nights at Freddy's

League of Legends

Transformers (Prime, Robots in Disguise 2015)

What I'll write:

Headcanons

Oneshots

Male/Female/Gender Neutral Reader

Fluff

Light angst (like, defending Reader from abusive ex or finding out that Reader lost memories about their love)

Various AUs (modern, soulmate, ect.)

Reaction

Crossover (like, Izuku with Natsuki!Reader)

Platonic

Poly

Multifandom requests

What I won't write:

NSFW

Heavy angst

Cheating (will write misunderstandings, though)

Yandere

Break Up

Anything I find too uncomfortable

Requests are open.

7 character limit

Drafts:

Smokescreen with cheerful and energetic but sweet bot!fem!S/O

First Grades with Asakura!S/O

Vice Housewards + Floyd with Shinji Kido!S/O

X, Zero, Alia, Axl, Vile, Sigma and Storm Eagle meeting human!Maverick Hunter!Reader

Zuko x fem!S/O oneshot

Sideswipe and Thunderhoof with Mitsuri!S/O

Queue:

Masterlists:

Space Pirate Sara

My Hero Academia

Kamen Rider Ryuki

JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

Twisted Wonderland

The Legend of Korra

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Naruto

Mega Man

Bleach

Doki Doki Literature Club

Overwatch

Akame Ga Kill!

Danganronpa

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun

Yandere Simulator

Juken Sentai Gekiranger

Five Nights at Freddy's

League of Legends

Transformers