#mx yandere

[shinehyuk]

MONSTA X reaction to S/O acting obsessed with them

‣ Genre : yandere, requested

tw/cw : obsession, strong language, extremely toxic relationships, manipulation, abuse, heavy themes, mentions of murder, violence, please do not read if uncomfortable and/or sensitive! i do not support the behavior shown in this work!

a/n : to clear up, s/o is lying abt the obsession, fooling the yanderes in an attempt to make them lose their guard; making them trust s/o so s/o can potentially have an escape route in the future now that the yanderes have their guards down.

Shownu :

— Hyunwoo would definitely be pretty confused at first, finding your abrupt change of behavior rather odd; he could just swear that the only thing you felt for him until just a few days ago was pure hate

— Confusion aside, he would not like you being obsessed with him at all – after all, he's aware that his obsession for you is unhealthy and wrong in about every way possible, so he doesn't want you to copy after him; he knows that you'll only get hurt if your insanity continues

— He'd do absolutely everything to try to make you stop your obsession with him; and only if absolutely necessary, he'll even seek help from a trusted professional that could help you

— “Your love for me is already more than enough, darling. I don't want you to be obsessed with me, do you understand?”

Wonho :

— Oh, how sweet of you to think that he'd let you be obsessed with him; the only one that can be obsessed is none other than him, and he'll make sure to make that clear when getting rid of your silly obsession

— He's the one that's in control of you; so if you think that by becoming obsessed with him you'll get more freedom or/and power, you can only dream on

— “You're so cute, my love~ Now drop the fucking act before anyone has to get hurt, will you? Good– that's what I thought.”

Minhyuk :

— Oh, Minhyuk simply loves it. He loves his precious darling and his darling loves him back; what's there not to like?

— It makes everything so much more easier for him, too; the male has already planned your entire future ahead of you - where you'll live, what you'll do for a living, how big your family will be etc., and now that you're thinking just like him, it'll make everything go so much more smoothly

— “Oh, my lovely darling, you're just too adorable~ We'll be so happy together, just the two of us and our little family!~”

Kihyun :

— Kihyun does not enjoy you being obsessed over him one bit; he wants your feelings for him to be true and pure, not some kind of an obsessed mess – he loved you very much just the way you were before, and such an abrupt change wouldn't make him happy at all

— He'll be strict about making you stop your obsession; but even if you don't want to, it's not like you have that much of a choice anyway, forced to stop your foolish behavior

— “You're quite lovely, darling – but I don't want you to be like this, okay?”

Hyungwon :

— Hyungwon would not like it one bit; is one crazy psychopath not quite enough? The two of you being obsessed with each other will end badly soon if one of you doesn't give up – but it certainly won't be him

— He'll be ice cold and ignore you until you decide to stop your idiotic behavior — and if you're not threatened by the male's silent treatment, he'll use other methods to stop your nonsense

— “How long are you going to keep this up? Shit; this is getting fucking annoying.”

Jooheon :

— The male truly couldn't care less about how you love him; he only wants your love and doesn't give a damn about how you decide to show it

— If you're this obsessed with him, that's actually even better – that way he can be sure that your love for him is 100% true. Knowing that you'll do absolutely everything for him just like he'd do everything for you gives him a sense of comfort

— “Ah, you're so lovely, my baby~ Let's be together forever, okay?”

Changkyun :

— He's quite offended by it; do you really think that he's that stupid to not be able to see right through your little lie? Well, he's more than happy to prove you wrong

— He knows very well that your whole obsession is only an act to get him to foolishly trust you, to make him lower his guard — but unfortunately for you, the male knows you far too well to fall for such idiotic tricks

— “You can drop your fucking act right now. Tsk, you've never been good at lying, my love – how fucking pathetic.”

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[bunnieswithknives]

Made an animatic about by YHS character teehee

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 5

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Character Development Masterlist

“Morning,” Changkyun whispered.

Seeing him lying next to me, inches away from my face, was shocking. I screamed and stumbled to get out of the bed.

“What the—why are you here?”

“In my bedroom?” He asked me while laughing, “Sorry, our bedroom”

I shook my head, “But I locked the door.”

He laughed again. “I have a key, of course”

One moment of peace, that’s all I'm asking for.

“Get back here, it’s still early.” His arms reached out to me.

Not. A. Chance. He gave me a pout. “No, I’m good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, was it always this cold in the house?

Changkyun watched me try the door; it wouldn't open. I whipped around to look at him, jiggling the handle loudly. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to ask properly. “Why won’t it open?” I demanded, ending softly so as not to provoke him.

“I locked it,” he answered simply, now sitting up, one hand resting on the bed where I had been.

I could feel my stress levels rising. I’m locked in a room with this psycho. And apparently, he can lock and unlock any door. Whereas I am becoming progressively more and more helpless. It was one thing to be sitting in the open floorplan of the kitchen-dining-living room downstairs. But here, it was as if the walls were closing in on me.

“Come back to me.” He requested.

Obeying felt like throwing away my dignity, but I was in constant fear it would be that or my life. My skin crawled as I climbed back onto the bed, almost falling off the edge to sit as far away as possible. Too close. Still too close. His face brightened and he tugged harshly on my arm, pulling me toward him. Manhandling me as he saw fit.

“This makes me so happy, you know.”

“I know.” I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. My back to his chest as he played with my hands.

For an hour, we sat like that. Or at least, I thought it was an hour. There wasn’t a clock in the bedroom. There wasn’t a clock in most of the rooms, except for the kitchen. Time seemed to drag on–more so with Changkyun here than before. Thankfully, he didn’t make me talk much, mostly just rambled to himself. I even managed to block him out at some points.

“--beakfast.” I heard, snapping back from zoning out.

Changkyun lifted me slightly, just enough to move me out of his lap, positioning me beside him, and got out of bed.  He must have said something along the lines of ‘Let’s have breakfast.’ I smirked and silently congratulated myself on being able to drown him out.

“Your smile is beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I told you, you would be happy here. I’ll make you happy.”

I had let my guard down. When I looked back up from my hands I’d punched the bed with, Changkyun was looking back at me, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing!?” I looked away.

“Uh… getting dressed.”

“Go into the bathroom or something,” I shouted at him, averting my eyes.

Changkyun chuckled, “My y/n, so innocent and shy.”

He took some clothes and walked them to the bathroom. Despite it being him who was shirtless rather than me, I felt violated. Get me out of here.

“Are you not going to change?” He asked, re-entering the bedroom. “Wait,” he threw his pajamas, “I know just what you should wear!” He rifled through the dresser. Great, he had my whole wardrobe memorized now?

“I can find something mys–”

“No, this is perfect.” He held out a bulky sweatshirt of mine. “Then we can match,” he beamed.

I glanced from his excited expression, to the baggy white sweats he was wearing. “Great, we can match.” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Like a real couple,” he mused; I took the clothes he was holding out to me.

Gag me, I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’ll change, and uh meet you downstairs.”

He offered to wait for me, but when I assured him on how hungry I was, he rushed downstairs instead. I can’t get a grip on his personality. He’s so hot and cold. It's as if my tone could determine his whole state of being. But he also didn’t seem to care as long as I was saying what he wanted to hear. This is limbo. A continuous state of high tension, confusion, and most importantly, never ending mental torture. As easy as he was to set off, it was just as easy to please him.

I sat alone in the room after getting dressed. I needed to be alone to sort out my thoughts. What I wouldn’t give to at least step outside. I should have pushed through my drowsiness last night. Tried the doors or tied him up when he slept. Surely Changkyun would have to go back to work eventually, right? I just have to wait it out until then. If I spend this time learning about Changkyun, learning about the house, maybe I could find some way out. Or at least get a key to one of the locked doors. I had begun to understand why all the cleaning supplies were locked away.

The quiet was nice... To be away from Changkyun’s delusions. And then, of course, cue the bedroom door opening. Changkyun looked concerned as he had been calling out my name, “You haven’t come down for breakfast, is something wrong?”

He can’t be left alone for five minutes. “Just starting my morning off slow.” I answered although it was perfectly normal for me to have held back a couple minutes and needed absolutely no explanation. 

“Oh… okay… But I want you to come downstairs now.” This was not a request but a demand.

“Coming,” I stood up.

“I love that we’re matching.” He repeated.

“I know you do,” I signed, following him down the stairs.

“How about pancakes,” Changkyun suggested when we walked into the kitchen together. I shrugged. He stared back blankly.

“Sure.”

“I’m so excited to cook with you! You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this!”

Domesticity, I groaned, silently of course. “Changkyun I–”

“Yes love?”

My final straw, “I don’t want to cook with you,” I burst out. “I don’t want to match clothes with you! I want to go home!” I shouted at him while we walked. He did not look pleased.

“I think we need to talk,” was all Changkyun said. However, he was very deliberately directing me to sit down at the table. I don’t know what overcame me, I was becoming just as turbulent as him,

“No,” and possibly a little cocky.

His eyes widened. “I’m telling you to take a seat. It looks like you’re forgetting your place here.” Clutching my shoulder roughly, he walked me to the table. After pushing me down into one of the chairs, he added, “And that place is under my thumb,” for emphasis.

Fisting a handful of my hair, Changkyun forced me to look up at him. “When I ask you to do something, you do it.” His grip loosened and he let his hand glide through my hair. “I’m taking such good care of you,” he traced my jawline.

“My home is much better than where you were living before, and I’ve supplied you with anything you’d need. And I’ve not gotten so much as a ‘thank you’ from you. I even transported you here comfortably,” he was now smoothing my hair back and staring through me. “...tied up all your loose ends. You were bored of your job. And your family? How much have you thought about them really, since you got here?”

Every moment of every day. In fact, I even wrote them letters in case I never make it out of here.

“It’s time you stopped being so combative." he continued refocusing cupping my cheek and soothing my cheekbone with his thumb, "It was cute when you acted like that with other men, but I’m really not interested in it anymore. We’ve had a rocky start, but it will make our story all the more romantic. Now, kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” He closed his eyes and smiled, showing off his dimples.

I stared blankly and we sat there for a minute. He huffed and rolled his eyes, I felt like I was in a cringy coming of age argument.

“I guess I wasn’t clear enough. When I ask you to do something, you jump at the chance to fulfill my request.” He grabbed me by the jaw and forced a kiss on me. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He whispered against my skin. “I forgive you,” He punctuated this with a pat on my head. He pulled away to hold me at arm's length by my shoulders, “I could never stay mad at you. Now let’s make breakfast.”

And so, Changkyun gets everything he wants.

Doing anything with Changkyun was a painful ordeal. He didn’t make anything easy. At one point he threw flour at me. I cringed and laughed to cover my blatant agitation. I imagined what would happen if I poured milk on him… probably best not to find out.

“Jagiya,” I didn’t realize I had zoned out again, while he handled the stove, ‘don't want you accidentally burning yourself.’ When I refused to answer to his pet names, he called out my name, “--I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t look like you're having fun.” I’m not. Changkyun gazed at me with disappointment.

“No,” I did my best to preserve the peace. “No, I’m having so much fun” I dipped my finger in the batter and swiped it across his cheek, “...with you.”

He looked slightly shocked, and then burst into a smile and started giggling. Honestly, that felt like a 50/50 shot. I joined him in laughing, though mostly out of relief. He cupped my face, with a sincere look in his eyes. Now I laughed genuinely. I couldn’t take him seriously with the batter smeared on his face,

“You look ridiculous” I blurted out. This obviously hurt him. He thought we were having a moment and I quite literally laughed in his face. “Uh, because of your face.” I was not remedying the situation. He pulled away. “I mean because of this.”

I grabbed him and aggressively wiped at his face. This only made more of a mess. Twice now, I've touched him voluntarily, and my hand burned because of it. Not that I was keeping count–he probably was though.  He froze, and coughed awkwardly–or, more likely, because of the smoke billowing off the pan on the stove.

Twice as flustered now, “Go over there, don’t breathe in the smoke, it's bad for you.” Changkyun prompted me to leave the kitchen. I obeyed, at least I don't have to clean it up. In the meantime, I made my way to the bathroom down the hall and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“He is despicable.” I looked myself in the eyes. “He’s not friendly, he’s dangerous. A loose cannon and a criminal. Remember twenty minutes ago? Do not feel bad for hurting his feelings. He deserves every insult in the book, he is a monster.” After a couple more minutes of reminding myself Changkyun did not deserve me trying my hardest, I re-entered the kitchen.

“Sorry I ruined breakfast,” Changkyun looked at me with a discouraged expression.

“It’s not ruined, there's still some batter left!”

“If you like them with a little smoke.” 

“It just gives them an edge. Besides, there wasn’t that much smoke.” I was already back on my bullshit, and he didn’t even seem convinced. And then it hit me–how stupid I was. I hacked out a fake cough, “On second thought…” This made him panic. “Maybe we should open a window?”

He guided me out of the kitchen. “The windows don’t open.” He laughed incredulously.

“Oh… Right,” I chuckled, “Then maybe the back d–”

“No.” he said sternly.

We wound up in the library and didn’t speak, but I knew better than to try and leave when he shut the door purposefully behind us. Choosing to sit in the chair by the window, I drank in the midmorning sunlight. I wasn’t sure why he was so quiet, but busied myself reprimanding myself for falling for his puppy dog eyes and self-deprecation.

At some point he left; I stayed, so as not to look like I was following him. Eventually, he came back. I tried to act like I didn’t notice, like I was too wrapped up in this book, but the truth is I was painfully aware of his every move. My head ached from the hypervigilance, and it's been forever since I ate last. The sun and barred windows came together to cast harsh shadows on the floor, it must be past noon now.

Changkyun broke the silence, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend our first full day together.” That’s right, it’s only been a total of one full day. He crossed the small room to kneel in front of me, “please don’t ignore me.” This sounded much more like a plea than usual, and he placed his hands gently on my knees, “I ordered us something.”

I looked down my nose at him, doing my best not to shudder from his touch. Hopefully, he thinks I’m waiting for him to stop talking so I can carry on reading.

“Since apparently neither of us can be trusted to cook,” he let out a weak laugh, and looked away. I am not impressed. I know I’m most likely testing his patience, but I could get used to openly showing my disgust for him. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger. I never want you to be uncomfortable,” He looked away.

I raised an eyebrow, so this is why he was being so mild, he thinks I’m upset with him? Danger? Uncomfortable? A little smoke’s not gonna kill me. I rolled my eyes, internally of course. And don’t even get me started on being uncomfortable.

“The smoke’s all gone,” he said hopefully.

I would assume so, it’s not like the house was on fire. I brushed his hands off of me, “Is the food here?”

“Any minute now,'' he reports, delighted.

Gently, he plucks the book out of my hand and places it on the windowsill. I try to tug my hand away, but he already has a merciless grip on me, accompanied by a blissful smile on his face. I let him guide me into the kitchen while he rattled on about “Sorry” and “we’re so silly” and other things about us that he made up, like how similar we are. 

Lunch passed slowly also; except this time, I wasn’t allowed to leave when I was done. Although, I learned some things about Changkyun: he is a nepo baby, he travels relatively often, he's wildly obsessed with me, and his favorite color is purple (although it is unclear whether or not that is because it’s my favorite color). Of course, those were all things he told me. On inference, I learned he’s relatively estranged from his family, he’s a homebody, and him thinking I’m upset with him is much more propitious than me actually being upset with him. In other words, the cold shoulder is highly effective.

Since lunch was so late, I requested that I skip dinner. He did not oblige so I picked at my food and sat with him. We got onto the topic of hobbies which I thought was pointless because he made an effort to brag about how much he knew about me. This morphed into hobbies I should take up.

“You know what you need?” I stared at him. “To brush up on your Korean.” Brush up? I didn’t know any. “Not that it’ll be anytime soon, but when I go to work, I want you studying. And then we could talk to each other in Korean.” He swooned.

“Are you fluent?” He nodded; obviously happy I was inquiring about him. But that was the extent of the questions I asked.

And so the day crawled to a close, ending with us arguing about him leaving the room while I showered–I won after appealing to him: I’m, “still so shy. It’s cute.” I ended up leaving the shower running so I could fall asleep alone.

[stupidneedyangel]

" P-Chan, I'll follow all your orders perfectly and I promise you I'll become the best streamer. 'Coz if not, I...I think I'll just break and fall apart. "

Angel. || They / Them. || IRL Angel. || Minor.

Hey! I'm Angel, and I'm just another Angel you'll find floating 'round the internet. This is where I'm more genuine with my feelings about my God rather than lovesick. I'll be more openly violent and needy. This is my more cutesy pink blog. (@angelic-bl3ssing)

TW for Cannibalism, violence, SH, possibly drug usage, general yandere thoughts, and none of them being sugar coated. I don't condone these things at all in real life.

[solntepyok]

MARIO '85/GN!READER/LORD X

type: yandere platonic headcanons

warnings: yandere behaviour, manipulation, intimidation, jealousy, toxic relationships, detailed descriptions of murder and torture, mention of smoking, cruelty, violence, death

word count: 2.6k

author note: There will be headcanons here, only in a rather unusual way (no bullets), since the thought at the end is unfinished, I left an open ending. Also, there's quite a lot of dialogue. And yes, a little OOC, I wanted to consider these two from a slightly different perspective, while trying not to stray from canon. And sprites were used from Vs. Mario FNF Port.

Considering that no one had ever entered Lord's domain before, you were startled and dismayed when you saw this stranger, a broad-shouldered, powerful, huge man with a thick black moustache. He himself looked menacing, but his grim appearance was offset by a ridiculously dark jumpsuit and a zany burgundy and white beret that made it almost impossible to see his facial expression. Before you knew it, you were blinking in a bright, blinding flash, and the mysterious visitor was standing there in all his glory. You staggered backward in terror as Lord, who had been playing with you only moments ago, stalked slowly and casually over to the stranger, holding out his clawed paw. The man followed suit; it was a friendly handshake. You saw them both grin faintly: they were probably glad to see each other. You, however, were not at all.

You held your breath as the tall stranger began to approach you. You were terrified, for if your martyr didn't change his face when he saw this man, it was likely that the two of them knew each other. This meant only one thing that you were about to be abused with double the force. You were shaking like a leaf and you were trembling from the strain. You stumbled backward convulsively and immediately fell to the ground as you watched the movements of this mysterious incognito. He stepped up to you, and from beneath you could see the visor of his beret obscuring his eerie and vacant eyes, which were fixed squarely on your tormented person. You had expected the worst and even cursed the place a thousand times, and especially your tyrant, who had given such an insensitive specimen a very warm welcome.

“I am Mario,” he introduced himself, putting his left hand behind his back and his right hand against his chest. He tilted his head slightly and yielded a little with his whole body forward. In utter bewilderment you just stared at him. This was something you hadn't expected. It is amusing, in fact, that you still do not know the name of your tormentor, who was standing not far from you both. He stood with his arms crossed over his bloody chest. After such a good-natured introduction he found nothing better to do than simply chuckle. He was probably used to this, since his comrade's (was it?) behaviour caused him nothing but a smirk.

“Lord's manners,” your tormentor sneered, rolling his eyes and grinning again, only this time more crooked. It looked as if he was… Nervous? That didn't sound like him, and you were surprised, because he'd never let any emotion get in the way of you, much less his other victims, before. He was one of the few who knew how to control his emotions. But this time, for some reason, he didn't hold back and showed his temper.

To tell you the truth, first impressions are always deceiving, and you have experienced this firsthand. At first you thought Mario was a cruel and horrible despot, a replica of your not-unfamiliar Master, who wouldn't mind hurting you at all or giving his sarcastic mate some friendly advice on treating you even more fiercely. After a while you realised that this man compared to, for example, your tormentor (if your memory serves you right, his name is X), was just an angel in the flesh himself. He behaved with restraint around you, he didn't offend or hurt you. And even though he didn't look trustworthy, you seemed to feel much calmer when Mario was with you. In addition, you noticed how he could pacify, if not completely, X's fervor when the demon wanted to do something totally indecent to you. In this respect, the man (indirectly or intentionally, you do not know) helped you more than anyone else, and you were overly grateful for it.

As for your tormentor, here, shall one says, it's rather complicated. X himself was and still is a very real problem, a walking (and sometimes soaring) disaster, as he has completely unpredictable behaviour. Even though most of the time he was calm, absolutely everything could set him off in a matter of seconds and you could never predict what it would be. He liked to help you out just a little bit in his violent games, to excite himself and keep you from getting too tired too, but when others did it for him, he would become enraged and very irritated.

“X, why are you doing this?” inquired Mario perplexedly, watching his cruel comrade squeeze your throat until you was blue in the face. You shook your legs desperately and wrapped your arms tightly around his enormous paw; some of his claws inadvertently dug into your flesh, scarlet blood trickling rapidly down your body. You moaned and gasped and sobbed. Disgusting.

“Why?” Lord interrogated mockingly, turning to his curious companion, still holding you by the throat with one hand, and then he smiled grimly, baring a row of his yellowish fangs. His expression was bloody mocking and bloody terrifying at the same time; you could tell by his voice that he was beginning to boil over and his volcanic fury was about to erupt. He immediately threw his free hand to his side, and this movement was so sharp and aggressive that he literally twitched with his whole body, and with him you. “Do guests have the right to make their own rules in their hosts' house, hmm?”

Mario was taken aback for a moment. Although he himself was not averse to take a dig at somebody when the opportunity presented itself, he didn't seem to be expecting such unexpected aggression on a seemingly ordinary question. It was not the man's intention to somehow hurt his mate, much less belittle him in front of his victim, but since Lord could find nothing better than a chuckle, then Mario wasn't going to slow down either.

The brunet propped one hand on his hip while the other slowly brushed his thick, dark moustache with his enormous fingers. He said thoughtfully, “Guests have a right to suggest. At any rate, that's your business. I merely inquired.”

The air in your lungs was rapidly running out, you wanted to finally get out of the dead grip of your tyrant, but he seemed to spite you and even squeezed your neck even harder, with even greater fierceness. You didn't give a damn about the verbal altercation between the two of them, though of course you were interested in ending it, for your continued existence depended on it. The next second Lord lazily unclawed, as if to do Mario a favor, and you collapsed to the ground with a crash, gulping for air. You looked up involuntarily and saw X withering you with his gaze. At the same time he wasn't angry, more just annoyed; he put his hands behind his back and bent his knees, as he usually liked to do. Throwing you a cryptic“this isn't over,” he turned and walked in the opposite direction, leaving you completely confused.

Lord hated being told what to do. And though he had never encountered it before, he was well aware that he detested not being indulged in anything. He was so deeply affected by this seemingly innocuous question, and what the hell would happen to someone who decided to get in his way deliberately? X knew one thing for sure: he would not be ceremonious and would tear anyone apart, even if it was his old fellow Mario. The demon had long since noticed that it was his mate who was more attracted to you rather than himself, and it was making him incredibly furious. He himself did not make any certain face to show his anxiety, for he was something of a psychopath and a manipulative bastard, but inside him rage was seething and bubbling with unbelievable proportions. He did not understand what was happening to him, he seemed to be experiencing that hateful human emotion, jealousy.

You were in a panic when X and Mario fought and beat each other up, inflicting injuries of varying severity. They were probably doing it as a joke, a gesture of old and strong friendship for them, but this time Lord seems to have taken it more seriously than on previous occasions. He wanted to show you that that lost verbal altercation was merely a warm-up before a truly bloody battle. He wanted to show you that only he in his world can have a real victory, not your protector Mario. And when X-day comes, one day, his pal will deign to leave his world, and if he does, he'll deal with you properly. In combat, Lord could tear the top off a palm tree with a single swing of his clawed paw, or he could seize Mario and hurl him against stone walls, which shattered under the onslaught of his enormous, fat body. Mario was no slouch either: he could break Lord's jaw with his bare hands alone, forcing both of his jaws to split apart. But the demon, laughing out loud, was back in his full glory, for nothing could kill him: he was immortal. Soon, after both of them had grown weary, they clapped each other on the shoulder and shook hands as if nothing had happened. For them it was just a game, but for you it was a massacre, a war in which both were equal in strength.

As for their other amusements, it was that they could decide by lot how to mock you this time (damn, how unlucky it was that you were Lord's latest victim). They could play cards, chess and even 'rock-paper-scissors' to determine your fate. The winner would devise all sorts of tasks for you, from eating a huge bug to the most horrific physical torture with your limbs torn off. Mario was surprisingly quite humane in this regard: he would come up with fairly innocuous tasks for you. For example, after winning a game of chess, he ordered you to jump into bloody water. Not at all pleasant, but very tolerable. As for Lord, he had his fun. He could snap your neck with a single swing of his claw, sending you crashing to the ground and tormenting you for several miserable seconds before you died. He could break your spine in one motion, making you scream with rage. He could do everything to you, and so when he won, you were in a wild panic and you were terribly afraid.

X was cheating brazenly. Mario had long noticed this, but he never said anything to his pal about it, simply because in a way he even enjoyed watching you suffer. He did not usually take an active part in deciding the fate of his adored mate's victims, he conceded that burden to someone else. One could not say that Mario was a gentleman, but he certainly had an understanding of the basic rules of etiquette and manners, something that, unfortunately, X could not boast of. When the demon wasn't even hiding the fact that he was bluffing, Mario decided to put him in his place by punching him straight in his cheeky face with his fist. X's muzzle twisted 180 degrees, and with a barbarous crunch it was instantly back to its normal state, while the evil spirit burst into hysterical laughter. You contemplated the whole thing with wild horror and shock, for such a thing simply could not be explained in any way.

Even despite such passionate impulses to want to win at all costs, Lord still respected Mario not only as his old comrade, but as his rival too. He knew very well that he would win either way, because, hell, it was his world with its own rules. Besides, he didn't mind fooling around a bit and scaring you with it, because it made his behavior even more unpredictable, and in your eyes, he had cemented himself as the ultimate madman and the ultimate crazy bastard. Although he had no sense of decency and made no secret of the fact that he was a total scumbag and a filthy asshole, he could still sometimes put on a mask of luscious, toxic friendliness to support his rather proud-sounding pseudonym, Lord X.

The more you learnt about this explosive couple, the more you were struck by how unconventional they were after all. Sometimes the two of them could afford to do something really crazy that is usually uncharacteristic of them, like smoking cigars and making dirty and vulgar jokes. As a rule, they never let you near them at such times, and so you were rudely forced out of their sight. They threatened you that if you broke this arrangement they would slit your throat. But despite all the threats, one day you overheard what they were talking about and you were, to be honest, left with a very ambiguous impression.

“…Why don't you want to make yourself a little taller?” asks Mario, exhaling an acrid smoke. He smoked Italian cigars, though frankly he liked Cuban ones better. In all his long enough existence he had become well convinced that people were idiots for deliberately killing themselves with this stuff. But the man didn't care, as he would outlive all humans put together. Besides, the poor cigars weren't to be lost, it wasn't their owner's fault they were dead for a long time.

X exhaled a puff of smoke too, he leaned his hand on his knee, sprawled out imposingly on the ground. He was quiet for a second, then nonchalantly let out, “Size doesn't matter. Besides, some men have... Pardon, make the huge boner of not being able to accept themselves for who they are. I have no such problem.”

In the next moment Mario burst out laughing, and with him, so did X. You, on the other hand, twisted and grimaced perplexedly. Dear Lord… What the fuck are they talking about?

You tried to keep out of their sight when they were having a heart-to-heart talk. Once they've played out, they won't be able to stop anymore, so they'll turn all their attention solely to you. But this time, unfortunately, you were caught red-handed. X, noticing your brazen spying, jerked his arm languidly and you flew at breakneck speed straight towards the two of them. You fell to your knees and looked up at them frightened: you knew full well that you were about to be punished. You looked hopefully at Mario, waiting for him to intervene, but this time he did not say anything specific to you. You were heartbroken, because before, you had dared to trust him. For some reason.

“Silly little mortals have no place here now,” Lord husked, eyeing you askance. Now he crossed his legs, wiggling it slightly, a movement that betrayed his irritation, though he himself did not move a muscle. Even though he loved to spend time with you, abusing you, he was in no mood to torture you for long now, and so he simply slit your throat in no time at all. Clutching at your neck you opened your eyes wide and began to gasp instantly: you felt your lungs fill with blood, it was hard for you to breathe. After a couple of moments, you collapsed to the ground face down, a huge pool of blood forming beneath you, staining the green grass a scarlet bright colour.

“Innocence doesn't get them far,” Mario remarked, having another drag on his cigar. Lord followed his example, as if nothing had happened, they continued their conversation again, while your breathless body flaunted indifferently on the cold as ice ground once more.

[o-ochangx]

Yandere Prompt list 🐾 (MX)

1. "With this tattoo l've claimed you."

2. "I can never get enough of you. I'll drink you down to the last sip.”

3. "We won't stop until you're so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again."

4. "Don't play with fire if you don't want to burn."

5. "This hurts me more than it hurts you."

6. "No one will ever find you here."

7. "Shouldn't you be spending more time with me?"

8. "I can't control how I react when your eyes wander."

9. "I would never hurt you. You know that, right?"

10. "Why are you scared?"

11. "I don't know how to lose."

12. “If you do this for me l'll think about helping you."

13. "Is this okay? Did I do well?"

14. “If you won't take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you."

15. "If you leave me now l'll die. I can't survive without you."

16. "The truth would have just hurt you."

17. "You say kidnap, I say date. Who's really to know?"

18. "The only way out of this house is death."

19. "If I don't keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?"

20. "When we part, every caress becomes more agonizing than the last."

21. "Don't act as if you don't know me. I've been watching you watch me."

22. "I can't eat, I can't sleep. You're all I can think about."

23. "It's our anniversary! How could you forget? There isn't a single thing I don't remember about you."

24. "Your tears are beautiful.”

25. "Stop screaming. It's not like anyone will hear you anyways, darling."

26. "Why are you scared? I love you”

[mymoodwriting]

LØV3

F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Electrocution, Nightmares, Kidnapping, Heightened Sensitivity, Blackmail

Words: 6.3K

Chapter Ten

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

    Hyungwon lifted you up off the floor, setting you down on the couch. Your vision was fading in and out, but you were desperately trying to grab onto Hyungwon. You wanted answers, you wanted to understand what was happening. He merely took your hand, squeezing it tight.

“Relax. I know you have a lot of questions, and I’ll answer them when the time is right.”

“… you… lied…”

“Sh, we’ll get to that later. Let me go fix the power, you stay here and relax.”

    Hyungwon pulled out a case with his wireless earbuds, putting them on you. A soothing melody soon filled your ears and began to calm down despite the situation. You didn’t know how or why that worked, but it did. Hyungwon watched you for a moment, petting your head.

“I am a programmer, just not for computers.” He kissed your head. “I’ll be right back.”

    You vaguely felt something cold around your neck, knowing it was Chae again. You thought you’d be electrocuted again, but since nothing happened you figured he was just monitoring your vitals. Hyungwon eventually disappeared from view, and you were left alone. You had no sense of time anymore, but doing your best to stay conscious despite feeling exhausted. You didn’t know what would happen next, but you just wanted to get out of this. 

♥♥♥♥♥

“Y/n…”

    Changkyun was surprised to get a call from you, for the most part you texted. Still, he answered, but he got nothing from you, instead the call was immediately disconnected, and there was no follow up text to explain the call. It worried him, and he just had to check in on you. He wanted an excuse to do so for a while now, so he made his way to your place. He rang the doorbell, only to realize it was off, and when he tried the door he found it open. Now he was very worried, carefully opening the door and stepping in.

“Y/n…”

    The house was eerily quiet. There was a possibility you were out, but you preferred being home, especially since you were recovering. As he made his way in he became aware of the body on the couch, although before he could say anything he saw an orb flying straight at him. He brought his hands up to protect himself, seeing the orb wrap around his wrist, and then he screamed from the electricity. Changkyun collapsed to his knees, having a moment to breathe in before another wave of electricity hit him.

“Fuck!” Changkyun spoke through grit teeth. “Code black… 0024…”

    The wristband snapped off and collapsed to the floor, returning to its original shape and blinking a few times before shutting down. Changkyun took a few deep breaths before going over to you. He could see you were not all there, taking out the earbuds.

“Y/n… y/n, are you okay?”

“Chang… what… how…”

“What happened? You called and-”

“Chae… Chae he…”

“Out of commission. What-”

“Leave… we have to… leave… Hyungwon…”

“What? Y/n, I-”

“Please…”

“Okay, okay, can you walk?”

“Uh…”

“It’s okay, I got you.”

    Changkyun helped you to your feet, having you wrap an arm around him. You managed a few steps but it was clear you couldn’t walk. He didn’t hesitate to pick you up in his arms, getting you out of the house. He had many questions but he wanted to make sure you were alright first. He got you into the passenger seat of his car, glancing back at the house for a moment before driving off. You were grabbing your head, trying to regain your senses.

“Y/n, what happened?”

“A lot…”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Uh… your place… he doesn’t know you…”

“Okay, I can do that.”

    The drive was silent, and Changkyun kept an eye out to make sure you guys weren’t being followed. He got into the parking garage for his building without issue.

“How are you feeling?”

“Weird… my head… but I am better…”

“Good. Let’s get you to my apartment.”

    Changkyun helped you out of the car. You could walk a bit better than before, you still leaned against him for support, but you stayed on your feet the whole way before collapsing on his couch. He got you some water, helping you drink since you still hadn’t regained your strength.

“You good?”

“Why… why did you show up?”

“You called, but… you didn’t answer… I was worried.”

“Thanks.”

“So, what happened?”

“I’m not entirely sure…”

“Well, can you start by telling me why you had that AI with you? Didn’t you return it?”

“Kinda… Chae snuck out to be with me…”

“And you didn’t say anything!?”

“Not like NexGen kept a good eye on its assets.”

“Still, you know he shouldn’t have been with you.”

“I know… we just wanted a proper goodbye… except he didn’t want to leave me… I tried calling you but he… attacked me…”

“Yeah. I was attacked too, I had to use the reset protocol.”

“The what! You reset him!”

“I had to!”

“You… you… no…” You took a deep breath. “A copy of his code exists in NexGen… he’s not entirely dead… if that was truly him…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Chae… I think he was hacked…”

“Hacked? By who? Only a handful of people know he exists.”

“Hyungwon…”

“You told him!”

“Not by choice! Chae revealed himself to him and… he was working with Hyungwon… they attacked me…”

“Your boyfriend… hacked Chae… once he learned about him?”

“Maybe… could have happened before… Chae did set us up…”

“That… that’s kinda weird…”

“I feel so stupid. He was too perfect to not have some ulterior motive.”

“You can’t blame yourself over something like this.”

“He was just using me to get intel from NexGen.”

“You don’t know that.”

“What other reason does he have to be with me? He attacked me today. Either way I need to check my access history, see what information he got his hands on.”

“Your credentials don’t have access to NexGen servers anymore.”

“We were dating for a long while before I was kicked out. Do you think you can pull up my history?”

“I should be able to. Just give me a few minutes.”

“Thanks.”

    You were starting to feel better, although your stomach growled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten yet. You managed to get up, heading over to the kitchen and seeing if you could find something to eat. It had been a while since you were at Changkyun’s place, but he still kept his snacks in the usual place. He came over to check on you after a while.

“You seem better.”

“I am feeling better, still a little dizzy, but it’s fine.”

“You want me to order something? You could probably use some real food.”

“That’d be nice.”

“Your favorite?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright. But I do have to say… shouldn’t we call the police here?”

“We can’t. We’d expose Chae and we have enough problems as it is right now.”

“Right.”

“So, how’s it going on your end?”

“Good. I’ve accessed your credential records, going back a few months. I figured it’s best you look them over, since you’d be able to tell what’s out of the ordinary.”

“Right.”

“After you get some food in you.”

“Okay.”

    Changkyun ordered some food and the two of you sat down to eat. It was a nice quiet moment, making you wish the circumstances were different. After eating you sat down with Changkyun at his home work station. You started glancing at your access history, double checking your memory to make sure this was you. It took some hours, and a few breaks in between, but you went through everything, yet nothing was amiss.

“This was all me… if Hyungwon hacked Chae, and through him he could use my credentials to get information… but he didn’t… Chae doesn’t have access on his own to the servers, does he?”

“No. None of the AI have credentials, they’d have to use someone else’s to gain access.”

“If he didn’t use my credentials to get intel…  then why get close to me…”

“Maybe there’s something else.”

“What?”

“You.”

“Me? He doesn’t care about me, he…. I don’t even know what he was doing to me these last few weeks…”

“He doesn’t need to access the servers to get intel. You were the head programmer at NexGen for years, your mind is the server.”

“Fuck…”

“Getting access to the servers, even through you leaves a trail, but if he just gets close to you and stuff, surely he could get you to tell him all kinds of things. Even if he has to resort to force in the end.”

“I’m so fucken stupid.”

“You’re not. He played on your insecurities and-”

“I should have seen this coming. Even lately with Chae… Chae… I need to look at his code.”

“What?”

“His code. We can look it over and see when he was hacked and what was changed.”

“But what does that have to do with any of this?”

“I think Hyungwon hacked Chae when he was with me, but Chae is the reason we met. It could be a coincidence, but it doesn’t feel like it. If Chae was compromised before we met, then we have a leak.”

“A leak?”

“Only a handful of people know Chae exists. If he was hacked before leaving the company then there’s a problem.”

“That doesn’t really matter. I mean-”

“Can you get me his code?”

“I… it’s not on the servers. It’s a secret project, so the code is kept on an external hard drive in the lab vault.”

“As the head programmer you can access that vault without really explaining yourself to anyone but the CEO…”

“Are you asking me to steal NexGen property!”

“No, just make a copy and bring it to me…”

“Y/n-”

“Changkyun… I just want to know if I ever knew Chae… the real him… or if I was being manipulated from the start.”

“… I can get you a copy tomorrow.”

“Really?!”

“Yes, and don’t say thank you. I could get caught.”

“I trust you.”

“Yeah, although… I have to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Did you modify its outer shell?”

“What? No, why?”

“That AI may be advanced but its shell was still that of a prototype. It should not be capable of electrocuting people.”

“I… fuck, I never thought that maybe he modified him… do you have Minhyuk’s number?”

“Minhyuk?”

“He was with me for the drone testing. He knew about Chae and told me he designed his outer shell. He also fixed it after the accident, if there was some modifications he’d know.”

“But then why didn’t he say anything?”

“It probably got buried with the truth about that day. I’ve needed to speak to him about that for a while.”

“Well, I don’t have his number but I can look at his personnel file and you can call him up tomorrow.”

“Okay. That works.”

    You fought with Changkyun for a while over who got the bed. He insisted you take it, since you definitely needed to sleep well. In the end he was right and you took his bed. He seemed rather comfy on the couch anyway. You thought sleep would be hard but to your surprise you fell asleep quickly, definitely needing to rest. Although it wouldn’t necessarily be good.

“Y/n…”

    You jolted awake, disoriented by your surroundings and panicking. You fell out of bed, screaming from the ache, attracting attention. Changkyun burst in, wearing nothing but his briefs, getting you on your feet. You screamed at him and tried to get away until you realized it was him, starting to remember where you were and with who.

“Deep breaths. You’re okay.”

“… aish…”

“Nightmare?”

“Something like that.”

    Changkyun got you to sit down, wanting to make sure you were alright before he started getting dressed. You averted your eyes, even though you had already seen most of his naked body by now. You obviously didn’t have a change of clothes, but you didn’t see it necessary to change just yet. When he finished dressing you both stepped out. You plopped down on the couch, still dealing with the dream. There wasn’t anything specific haunting you, but this lingering feeling of dread.

“Shall I make breakfast or do you want me to go out and get something?”

“I’m curious what your cooking tastes like so I’ll give it a try.”

“The Changkyun special, coming up.”

    While he cooked you went to his work station. It reminded you of your own, and things were more or less the same. You used his credentials to look up Minhyuk’s information, jotting down his number and putting it in your pocket for later. You went back to the living room, trying to figure out your next move. You turned on the TV, but were immediately overwhelmed by a loud ringing noise. You covered your ears, trying not to drown out the sound. Changkyun had heard you scream, rushing over to figure out what’s wrong. You couldn’t really vocalize over the ringing, merely pointing at the TV. He turned it off, but that didn’t change much for you.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

    Changkyun grabbed your arm but you screamed and shoved him away, his touch feeling strange and painful. His concern only grew but he was suddenly distracted by a knock at the door. The sound was incredibly loud for you, causing you to collapse on the floor. Changkyun wanted to help, but the knocking continued and it was not helping you at all.

“I’ll be right back.”

    Changkyun rushed over to the door, opening without checking just to make the noise stop. Although as soon as he saw who was on the other side he was surprised.

“We have a warrant to search your apartment.”

“What?”

    Changkyun didn’t have much time to process as three officers made their way into his place, followed by Hyungwon. He immediately grabbed the other, his confusion turning to anger.

“The hell is this?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just-”

    Your scream caught their attention and the two rushed to you. The police officers had been trying to approach you but the result was panic. Hyungwon rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms. You screamed at first, unaware of who this was, but you began to calm down. Their touch wasn’t painful, and their presence alone seemed to calm down all the noise. Once you regained your senses you could see who was holding you.

“Hyungwon…”

“Im Changkyun you’re under arrest for the abduction of-”

“Wait what!”

    The words of the officer drew your attention, but Hyungwon pulled you back into a hug, holding you tight and whispering in your ear.

“Relax, you’re safe, you can rest now, for me.”

“I-”

    The edge of your vision began going dark, a sudden wave of exhaustion washing over you and pulling you under. You could vaguely make out what was happening, seeing Changkyun getting cuffed. Your eyes met for a moment before everything faded to black, Hyungwon’s words following you into the void.

“We’ll talk later.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    You groaned as you began to regain consciousness. Your eyes needed a moment to adjust to the light, then you took in your surroundings. You didn’t know where you would wake up, but finding yourself in the hospital isn’t something you had considered. At the moment you were alone, but soon the door opened and Wonho came in.

“You’re awake.”

“What… what happened?”

“You passed out from shock. I can’t imagine what was going through your mind. We’re all glad we found you.”

“What… no, where’s Hyungwon?”

“He’s speaking to some detectives right now. He’ll be here in a bit.”

“But-”

“It’s okay y/n, you’re safe.”

    It was obvious Wonho wasn’t going to listen to you, and at the same time you weren’t sure how to explain your situation. Before you could even make an attempt Hyungwon came in, and so the doctor excused himself. You swallowed nervously, watching him approach your bedside with a smile on his face.

���How are you feeling?”

“What did you do… where’s Chae?”

“That’s not important right now, what is, are the detectives who want to talk to you. Obviously you’re recovering from everything, so things might be a bit hazy, so let me jog your memory.” Hyungwon pulled out his phone. “You were kidnapped by your supposed friend.”

“Excuse me! I-”

    You stopped when Hyungwon showed you a video. It was you, at home, speaking with Changkyun. There was no audio, but it seemed the conversation didn’t go well as Changkyun attacked you, ultimately knocking you out and then carrying you out of the house. You watched on in horror, all this framed as security footage of your place, and dated yesterday.

“How… what did you do!”

“What any good boyfriend would do after finding his girlfriend missing, calling the police.” Hyungwon stated. “Then acquire the evidence to get a search and arrest warrant for the culprit.”

“You… you-”

“Did what was right. I do hope you’re starting to remember, or something worse may happen to your friend.”

“…”

“Changkyun finally confessed to you, but you rejected him and he didn’t take that well, did he?”

“Why… why are you doing this…”

“Are you going to tell the police about the super secret project that attacked you?”

“…”

“He always had a crush on you, everyone saw it, except you. Are you ready to give your statement?”

“What do you want?”

“We can talk later.”

    Hyungwon got up, stepping out for a moment before returning with two detectives. They asked how you were before asking you to recollect yesterday’s events. You glanced over at Hyungwon who had taken your hand, giving it a little squeeze. You didn’t call the police for a reason, and now wasn’t the time to complicate matters. So you told the story Hyungwon had relayed to you. Of course there were a few questions you couldn’t really answer, and when that happened Hyungwon had no problem sending the detectives on their way.

“… why are you doing this…”

“That’s complicated, but I have your best interests at heart.”

“You’re lying. You attacked me and-”

“I didn’t want to, but it was necessary. Things wouldn’t be like this if that idiot hadn’t shown up.”

“He didn’t kidnap me… he didn’t hurt me… you did… how-”

“I’m very good with technology. If you’re worried about him, don’t be. He can be charged with assault and abduction, spend a few months in prison, if you press charges of course. You could always settle outside of court and he’ll walk free.”

“Why frame him to begin with? I wasn’t going to tell anyone what happened…”

“I was worried about you. You’re off your meds, and you saw how bad that got in just a day.”

“…”

“Since you’re better now, we can get you discharged and go home.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Shall I call up the detectives and give them another reason to hold Changkyun?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m doing what’s best for you.”

    Before you could say something else Wonho came back in. Now that you had given a statement and seemed better Wonho went over your condition, stating that you were well. You could be discharged if you wanted, but he actually wanted to run some tests. Since you were here and well, it was best to check on your overall condition. Hyungwon suggested coming back later, but you said it was better to get it over with now, since you were here. He knew why you wanted to stay, but it didn’t matter if you didn’t figure out a way to leave without him.

    You went with Wonho to get some tests done, doing whatever to drag things out and trying to think of a solution. You did ask about being discharged, and were told that given your situation and recovering condition, they wouldn’t actually release you unless someone was there to take you. Obviously the answer to them was Hyungwon, but not for you. That meant you couldn’t leave alone, and the only other person you would call was currently being detained and investigated for your supposed abduction. You were starting to feel hopeless.

    After some tests you returned to your room, relieved to find it empty. Although you knew it wouldn’t last, and you were running out of time. As you made your way back to bed you realized your clothes folded on the chair to the side, suddenly remembering something. You went through your pants and thankfully found the piece of paper with Minhyuk’s number on it. There wasn’t a phone in the room, Hyungwon hadn’t given yours back, not that it worked anyway, but you knew where you could get your hands on one. You made your way over to the reception area, asking a nurse if it was alright to use the phone on the counter. 

“Hello?”

“Is this Minhyuk?”

“Who’s this?”

“I don’t know if you remember, but I’m y/n.  We met when we were testing-”

“The police drone! Oh my, are you alright? I never got a chance to check up on you after the incident. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine. I’m still recovering but I’m much better. I was calling because I was hoping we could meet and talk. If that’s alright with you?”

“Yes, of course. I can make some time this afternoon.”

“That’d be great.”

    You gave Minhyuk the name of the hospital and room you were in, telling him you would explain that when you met in person, but that you were alright overall. You thanked the nurse and made it back to your room, finding Hyungwon there. You didn’t say anything to him and just got back in bed.

“Did the tests go well?”

“Fine.”

“Then I suppose we can leave. I’ll-”

“Wonho said some test results will be done in a couple hours, and I said I’d wait.”

“Ah, okay then. Shall I go down to the cafeteria and get you some food?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a bit.”

    Hyungwon gave you a kiss on the cheek before making his way out. You’d have some moments of peace, but it wasn’t going to last. Either way you just needed to hold out until Minhyuk arrived, and hopefully then you’d have a real chance. You did eat when Hyungwon brought you food, wanting something besides what the hospital provided you. Eventually Wonho came by to tell you how your recovery was going. It was a relief to hear that things were going well, although he did note that you had recently had some strain on your nerves. Hyungwon quickly chalked it up to stress, but Wonho suggested staying overnight for observation. It was a relief to hear.

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I wouldn’t want you to sleep alone.”

“You can sleep on the chair.”

“Noted.”

    A while later you finally got to see Minhyuk again. He brought some flowers with him, along with some snacks which you actually enjoyed. Of course Hyungwon was quickly on the defensive, wondering who this person was.

“I’m Minhyuk. I’m one of y/n’s coworkers, well former coworkers, from NexGen.”

“You’re from NexGen?”

“Yes. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Uh, Hyungwon, can you actually give us the room?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I want to talk to Minhyuk about some things regarding NexGen, but the NDAs, you know.”

“If you talk to him you’d be breaking them. I don’t see why I have to leave.”

“I work for NexGen.” Minhyuk explained. “So she’s not technically breaking the NDA by speaking to me.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Can you give us the room?” You asked. “I’ll let you know when we’re done.”

“Of course. I’ll be right outside.”

    You offered a smile as you watched Hyungwon leaving. Minhyuk set the flowers down and pulled up a chair.

“How have you been? I heard you were alright after the accident, but I had no way to reach you to check in.”

“It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I did need to spend a lot of time in the hospital and do some physical therapy, but I’m alright. What about you though? Didn’t you examine the drone? What happened to it?”

“I did an initial examination but before I could properly finish it I was told to let it go. That the program was at fault, and that was the final report.”

“So you weren’t even allowed to properly investigate…”

“I’m sorry. But why are you back here now? You said you were better?”

“That’s… this is gonna sound crazy, but bear with me.”

“Okay…”

“Chae attacked me.”

“What!”

“Sh, hold on. Chae attacked me and he was working with Hyungwon. I don’t know what they want, or why they did this, but I had called Changkyun earlier and he came to get me. Yet, Hyungwon framed it as if I was kidnapped, and now he’s being held and Hyungwon won’t leave me alone.”

“Why would Chae work with him? What the hell are they doing?”

“I don’t know… I think Chae was hacked, and I thought they used my credentials to steal information from NexGen, but I checked my access history, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Did you tell the police this?”

“I can’t. I’d expose Chae, and break all these NDAs and just… things are already so hectic. I’m not going to make this worse.”

“You’re practically being held hostage right now.”

“I know… and I need your help.”

“Me?”

“Given my condition I can’t leave alone, but you could take me. The only problem is-”

“Hyungwon.”

“Yeah…”

“Who… have you spoken to the police?”

“Yes, they were here earlier.”

“Was one of them detective Sohn?”

“Sohn? Yeah I think so, why?”

“He’s a friend of mine. I think I know how to get Hyungwon away from you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but we need a good reason.”

“Uh… what about a proper background investigation? We haven’t been dating that long, and given my career I am a person of interest…”

“That’s good. I can make a call, and I’ll come back in like an hour. Is that good?”

“It should be.”

“Okay, just stall him for a bit.”

“Thanks.”

    Minhyuk said his farewells and left. A moment later Hyungwon came back in. He was obviously upset over being left out of the conversation, but there was nothing he could do.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah… as expected NexGen buried everything about the accident…”

“So he doesn’t know what happened?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry to hear. What happened to you was unfair. Maybe we should fight this, surely we can figure out some way to do so without breaking your NDAs.”

“Maybe…”

“Since everything is all done, we should get you home. I’ll get your discharge-”

    Hyungwon stopped as his phone rang, seeing the number and then answering. He stepped out for a moment, and you waited anxiously, hoping Minhyuk’s plan would go through. When he returned he seemed a bit annoyed.

“What’s wrong?”

“The station called. They have a few follow up questions for me. I don’t know how long it will take, but when I get back I’ll discharge you.”

“Take your time then.”

“Shall I stop by to pick up dinner on the way back?”

“That sounds good.”

“Okay. Get some rest okay, for me.”

    He kissed your head again before leaving. You lazily waved, feeling a yawn coming on. If everything was going to plan Minhyuk would be stopping by soon, so it wouldn’t hurt to take a little nap. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, snuggling against your sheets.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Y/n… y/n! Wake up!”

    You lazily opened your eyes, a blurry Minhyuk in your vision. He helped you sit up as you yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Min… when did you get here?”

“Like five minutes ago. Hyungwon is gone, so we need to go.”

“Right… right…”

“Are you okay?”

“Just really… tired…”

“Alright, can you get dressed?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay. You do that and I’ll get you discharged.”

“Hm…”

    Minhyuk left and you wound up leaning against the headboard, dozing off again. It felt like an eternity but when you opened your eyes again Minhyuk was there.

“Did they give you something?”

“No… why…”

“You’re not dressed.”

“Sorry… just…”

    You managed to stand with Minhyuk’s help, taking a moment before getting your pants on. You sat back down as you put your shirt on, Minhyuk getting a wheelchair, knowing you weren’t going to get far without it. Even if you were half asleep, you were glad to be leaving the hospital. Of course there would be consequences, and you had no idea what else Hyungwon had on Changkyun, but for now you needed to get away from him. You didn’t need to tell Minhyuk where to go, he just took you to his place. You were a bit more awake by the time you arrived, but you still plopped down on the couch.

“How are you?”

“I’m okay. Thanks again. I know we’re not really friends, but I appreciate your help.”

“I owe you big time for that accident. This is the least I can do.”

“So you really don’t know what happened?”

“Uh… well…”

“What?”

“NexGen told me to stop the investigation and scrap the drone… and I did… scrap a drone, but I had to know what happened.”

“Wait, you did investigate? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“If NexGen knew the truth, they surely would have silenced me. And I wasn’t sure how you’d react in the hospital.”

“Fair, so what happened?”

“It wasn’t your code that caused the malfunction, or the hardware.”

“What?”

“There was some sort of interference.”

“Interference? You mean… someone hacked it?”

“Pretty much, but that’s not the worst of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The testing facility is locked up tight. Signals can’t go out or get in. Which means-”

“Someone from the inside messed with the drone…”

“You said Chae was hacked…”

“So Chae… purposely messed with the drone… to attack me…”

“When I first discovered this nothing made sense to me, but if it was Chae… that does fit.”

“How many knew of the test that day?”

“Your test was scheduled, therefore anyone in the facility could potentially find out, but only on the day of the test itself. To make a sudden attack on you though… it’s highly unlikely. Especially considering they had to hack into your code. It was practically brand new. To hack it and reprogram it so fast, I can only think of one person capable of doing that.”

“Fuck… but why… I don’t understand any of this…”

“Well you can’t really talk to Chae… or Hyungwon so…”

“Wait, what about his shell?”

“What?”

“You designed Chae’s shell, it was a prototype one, right?”

“More or less. The base design was, but considering he had to venture out with you he was given some upgrades to be more durable.”

“But could he hurt someone? Like electrocute them?”

“Uh, no, that’s not in the design at all.”

“And when you needed to fix him after the accident, did you notice any modifications on him?”

“No… well, I didn’t fix up his shell per say. It was pretty damaged so I had to transfer him over to a whole new unit and modify that one. Again, nothing on him being able to electrocute someone.”

“So Hyungwon modified him after the accident… what about his code?”

“Code?”

“I need to look at Chae’s code, I need to know when…” You sighed in frustration. “You can’t access his code and I’m back to square one!”

    You laid down on the couch and screamed into one of the pillows. You felt like you were going in circles and there was no way you could get out. You needed evidence of Hyungwon’s misdeeds before you could go out and point a finger at him, but you had nothing. Minhyuk gently pet your back, trying to sooth you.

“Would it help if I told you I did have access to Chae’s code?”

You shot up. “What?!”

“Not the whole thing, but… some of it…”

“What do you mean?”

“I… it wasn’t really a transfer… but I had to copy over Chae’s code… and I didn’t tell anyone… and I still have the busted orb so you could-”

“Access that copy of his code! Minhyuk you’re a genius!”

“One problem though…”

“What?”

“The orb is in my lab… at the testing facility…”

“I… shit… and you can’t leave with NexGen tech… ugh…”

“Well… I could sneak you in…”

“No, Minhyuk, that’s dangerous. You could lose your job.”

“You nearly lost your life that day, and I couldn’t reveal the truth about it. If this can help us… hurt NexGen in some way, get you justice in the process, it’ll be worth it.”

“Minhyuk.”

“If you’re up for it we can go right now. It’s late, so there won’t be many people there right now.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“More than anything in my life.”

“Okay, let’s do this.”

    You were a bit nervous about this, but Minhyuk told you he would take care of everything, so for you to just sit back and relax. Even if you were once the head programmer for NexGen, not many knew your face, you still covered up though, just to be safe. When you got to the main entrance, Minhyuk showed his ID and said you were his girlfriend and he wanted to impress you. The guard seemed to understand and let you guys through. You were just glad that part was over.

“This is my lab, and here’s-”

“Chae!”

    You took the orb from Minhyuk, holding it close, unable to stop the tears from flowing. It wasn’t really Chae, but a part of him really, and the closest you could get. You wanted to believe you at least knew him for a while, before someone messed with him, but now was the time to find out the truth.

“Are you alright?”

“I will be. This version of Chae goes back a few months, so it’s only a couple of months old really and-”

“What?”

“What?”

“Chae… his code… Chae is nearly two years old.”

“What?” You questioned. “He’s only been with me for a few months.”

“You’ve only known him for a few months but he was created a long time ago. At first he stayed in the main lab to make sure his basic functions of learning were operational. Then he was transferred over to Changkyun.”

“Wait, Changkyun actually had Chae for a while?”

“Yeah. He was supposed to help Chae learn and grow, but eventually an email was sent out suggesting more human interaction would help. Thus being transferred over to you, since being outside the company would allow him to further mature.”

“Changkyun never told me any of this…”

“He wasn’t too happy about the transfer idea, although I think he was the one who first suggested it…”

“I… that’s not important right now. I still need to figure out when he was hacked. With this we can at least do something.”

“Alright. Well, my setup is yours to use. I’ll go get some snacks.”

“Okay.”

    While Minhyuk was away you got to work. You still knew how NexGen tech functioned, so it wasn’t hard to gain access to Chae’s code as you needed. You had never seen it before, but you were truly amazed as to how far he had come.

“So… how would you know his code was modified?”

“They’ll be a signature.”

“A signature?”

“A marker to indicate who and what changes were made. It’s basic for all my codes, and since Chae is technically my design that will be present. Hyungwon probably doesn’t know that so the signature will read as unknown, but I will still know what happened.”

“So how do you find the signature?”

“There’s some code hidden under the main stuff that keeps records of changes, like memos, for every week. I’ve started from the most recent memo and have been working my way back, but so far everything seems normal… which is great, I think…”

“So his code wasn’t modified?”

“It doesn’t seem like it… I suppose Hyungwon could have simply taken over Chae to do things instead of messing with his code. That would be easier.”

“That does sound easier. You’re a great coder, so tryna mess with your stuff would be hard.”

“I suppose but I’ve only looked at the memos from when Chae was with me. If he was modified before I met him… it means there’s some sort of leak in NexGen.”

“A leak? But wouldn’t this be all over the news by now? AI technology is still a dream to many.”

“Exactly why this whole situation is confusing me. Every logical move to make here… isn’t it… so what the hell is going on.”

“Well if the goal isn’t NexGen or Chae then-”

“Changkyun…”

“What? What does he have to do with this?”

    You stared at the screen with wide eyes, reading the same line over and over again, as if you got it wrong. Minhyuk looked at the screen but he wasn’t entirely sure what got such a reaction out of you.

“Y/n?”

“Changkyun… modified Chae’s code…”

“What? How do you know?”

“His signature is right here… from a few months before Chae was transferred over to me…”

“… what did he do?”

“He… he turned off… Chae’s safety programs…”

“Safety programs? What do you mean?”

“The programs put in place to make sure Chae follows the laws and doesn’t break them, so he doesn’t hurt people…”

“So he… modified Chae’s code… and no one else…”

“I need to talk to Changkyun.”

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ღ Yandere Richard 'Dick' Grayson ღ

"We gotta stop meeting like this, y'know? You and me, the fighting vigilante versus the mysterious villain."

The villain that has unfortunately captured my heart.

"Take a fight with me serious for once!"

"I can't. You just look so cute when you're angry at me."

I bet you look even more adorable under that mask of yours.

"When I get my hands on you—"

"You'll do sinful things that would make a nun blush?"

From what I have gathered from stalking you, you are more than capable of that.

"Incorrect. I'm going to murder you."

"You can't even seem to land a hit on me, sweeheart."

It's funny that after all of these fights, you still think you could outdo me in combat.

"Fuck you."

"I enthusiastically consent to that."

We'd have a good time as well. I wonder how experienced you are. It'd be a lot easier to tell if I could just tell who you are beneath the suit and mask.

"Ugh, Nightwing!"

"I love how my name spills from those pretty lips of yours."

If only it was my real name.

"Argh— Stop flirting with me."

"Only if you finally give in and become Mx. Nightwing."

Please, say yes.

"Never."

"You will one day." I'll make you if I have to.

[shinehyuk]

amour non-réciproque | yoo kihyun

| Genre : yandere, angst, requested

ㅡ Summary : after all that he has done, it's nothing more than one-sided love.

Word Count : 1.2k

tw/cw : abuse, a lot of murder, obsession, heavy themes, toxic relationships, strong language, violence, blood, s/o death (lightly described), please do not read if uncomfortable/sensitive! i do not support the behavior portrayed in this work!

amour non-réciproque : one-sided love (thank you @effulgentfireflies for the help with translation!!<3)

39. “Why can't you love me?”

Everyone knows that sometimes, you have to walk over some corpses to get to the top.

The saying perfectly applies to Yoo Kihyun; although perhaps a little too literally.

Oh, if only you knew just how much he has done for you. He's the sole reason you stay safe during your daily night walks; the reason that no dirty bastards have harmed your fragile little heart yet. It's almost like he's your guardian angel, being with you every step of the way and protecting you like his own life depends on it.

To him, it's quite romantic. But would you say the same if you knew the truth? To you, he may be no one important, but to him, you're his entire world.

Therefore, he decided to confess.

He'll confess both everything that he's done for you and his feelings for you. Surely you can forgive him even if you were a bit lonely because of the male removing everyone from your life if he only tells you about his true feelings, can't you? He's sure of it; after all, you're the sweetest, kindest person that ever stepped on this earth – everyone else is filled with toxicity, dirty and impure, but you're different from them.

The day heavy rain was pouring, you gave him your only umbrella without hesitation, running home while holding your hands over your head in an attempt to stop the rain from falling on you even if it barely helped at all – you ran off even before the male could gather up the proper words to thank you.

The day he forgot to bring his food with him, you shared your lunch with him without ever wanting anything in return.

You are simply too kind for this world.

But if you accept his confession, he's going to make sure that no one will ever harm you.

Today was the perfect day to confess. You probably wouldn't know it, but today you met for the very first time; Kihyun fell in love with you at first sight, enthralled by your beauty and charm. Today was basically your anniversary, and that's why he planned to make this day special by telling you everything that he's always wanted to say.

He waited until it was midnight, so just in case something went awry, the absence of light at such a late time could help him.

The male rang the bell to your apartment, his hands slightly shaking from the nervousness that built up inside him with every second. He's never felt this anxious before, but he was also excited to see your reaction.

Seeing who it was, you cautiously opened the door, lazily rubbing your sleepy eyes. The smell of his cologne stunned you; whatever it was that he was here for, he definitely wanted to look and smell his best for it.

"..Kihyun? Why are you out this late?" You asked, your confusion only growing stronger as the male handed you an elegant bouquet of beautiful red roses. "..Uh, thank you..?"

"May I come in?"

"Well, I don't know–"

"It's important."

You sighed, taking the roses and letting him in. The male has never been to your apartment before. Or that's what you thought, at least. You picked out a proper vase for the flowers, filling it up with water so they would not wilt so easily.

"So, what's so important I can't sleep?"

"Let's sit down."

You went to the living room together, the male instantly finding the light switch. You frown, but decided not to think anything about it. You were far too tired to have any proper thoughts right now anyways.

"Do you trust me?" He asked once you both got more comfortable, sitting before each other.

You gulp. This was definitely not going in a good direction. What were you supposed to answer, especially in the middle of the night? The honest answer would be no; you didn't trust him at all. You've been seeing him in places that he shouldn't be in – your friends that told you they suspected that he was following you around have mysteriously disappeared, and everything in your body screams at you to run whenever you're around him. Would he leave you alone if you told him you didn't trust him? Or perhaps you'd just be risking making him angry?

"W-Well, I don't know" You laughed nervously as you clenched your hands, feeling his intense stare on you. "We don't know each other that well yet, do we?"

He sighed; it was clearly not the answer he was expecting, but he didn't comment on it, moving on.

"The truth is," He started. "I have been interested in you for some time"

"Well, I'm–" He stopped you before you answered, clicking his tongue.

"Just listen to me," He pleaded. "After everything I've done for you, the least you can do is listen, can't you?"

…

"Good." He sighed, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Ah– where should I start? What do you think happened to your former lover?"

"Why are you bringing this up..?" Your hands were shaking, but you tried not to let him see your growing fear. "T-They moved out–"

"I killed them."

"What?"

He chuckled, enjoying the startled look on your face. You were frozen in shock as he came up to you, getting a hold of your chin and forcing you to look up at him, your face suddenly dangerously close to his. His thumb ran over your lips, the male sighing out in satisfaction. Oh, how long he has waited for this exact moment.

"I killed everyone you once loved." He declared. "Your friends, the people who hurt you. I did it all for you"

"Y-You're lying!"

"Is that what you really think?" He asked.

Silence followed his question, warm tears starting to run down your cheeks.

"P-Please, Kihyun, I beg you, leave me alone"

"Are you scared, my love?" He cocked a brow. "I would never hurt you. I won't let anything or anyone harm you." He assured, but it did not make you feel better at all.

"Please– Say you love me" The male caressed your cheek, his eyes hopeful. "You do love me, right, my love?"

"Go to hell!" You pushed him away and tried to kick him, but the male dodged, getting annoyed. "You're a fucking psychopath; leave me the fuck alone! I'll never love you!"

..What?

The male froze. You don't love him.

He sniggered, his eyes darkening as he grabbed you harshly, pushing you against the wall. "After everything I've fucking done for you," He growled. "This is what you do? Not even a 'thank you'? Why can't you love me?"

You answered with a desperate sob, weakly trying to fight him off. He only saw fright and hate in your eyes; so you really didn't feel anything for him. He breathed out shakily, carefully considering his next move.

He really did not want to resort to hurting you, but you leave him no choice. This is not the person he loves anymore. The person he loves is kind, unlike the person before him.

"We'd be so happy together, my love" He sighed, reaching for his back pocket. "But you just had to ruin everything"

You screamed, pain spreading throughout your body as you slowly started going weak, Kihyun gently seating you on the floor while still holding you in his arms. "Goodbye," He smiled sadly, kissing you for the first and last time.

"My love."

It wasn't long until silence filled the room, the male sighing deeply as he laid your head on the floor, softly closing your eyes with his hand.

It was the end of everything; as well as his one-sided love.

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You know, it would be interesting for me to read the gloomy Disney characters. By the type that the Reader accidentally enters the Disney world. Or is already in this world. For example, a man! The Evil Queen× reader. Just imagine that the mirror says that the most beautiful is the reader and the man!The evil Queen was interested.. Well, or dark! A man!A Disney princess who believes in love and believes that the reader is his true love and that the reader should belong only to him.

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Don't apologize

You're perf, babes

Yandere!Genderbent!Evil King x GN!Reader x Yandere!Genderbent!Snow White

CW: Death, obsessive behavior

"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" The vain king asked his enchanted mirror as he often did whenever his pride was wounded. King Hadewig was the envy of men and women. Cold and beautiful, his features were cut like an ethereal ice sculpture. Intelligent, talented, and ruthless, most everyone either wanted to bed him or be him. However, his power was not guaranteed for long.

Hadewig was King only by responsibility, and not by actual title. His title was, legally, Prince Consort. He married his, now deceased, wife when he was a young bachelor, and she was the only eligible bachelorette of suitable status as a widow. Being so much older than him, it was an "unfortunate", but not "unsurprising" passing of the crown when the Queen died and left her son in Hadewig's care.

The only reason the child wasn't immediately crowned king was because of Hadewig's charm and influence, convincing the court that the young Prince Snow was too irresponsible to rule the country. But it was difficult to continue that lie going, even with Hadewig purposely keeping Snow ignorant of his future kingly duties by treating him as a servant, for now the boy was twenty years of age, and truly should have not only been coronated years ago, but also wed off to the available princess of the neighboring kingdom, a woman as old as Hadewig.

But his potential loss of power wasn't the reason for his low self esteem that day.

"You are, my king. There is one who approaches, but does not yet share with you what makes you fair."

The king slumped in his seat in an uncouth like manner. "Then why does my hunter not look at me like a man?"

King Hadewig's personal hunter, an immensely talented killer that didn't just slaughter animals for the king. And the only person who simply looked at the king. Nothing Hadewig did could change the professional look on (Reader's) face during their meetings. No matter how charismatic he was with his words, how stylish his clothing was, nor the love potions he attempted to spike (Reader's) drinks with, they were seemingly immune to every one of his attempts. In their most recent meeting, the one that left Hadewig depressed, he had offered his hunter a glass of wine, which they turned down, stating that the last drink they had received from the king did not agree with them.

"I can not tell you that, my lord. I only can report what I see, so unless your hunter speaks their secrets out loud while I spy, I am blind to their feelings for you."

Hadewig groaned, upset and broken hearted.

"Show me my hunter, again."

The face in the mirror melted, dissolving into an image of (Reader) leaving the castle. Their strong frame sent shivers down the icy man's spine. His first and only marriage was one of political importance, with no love or warmth between the husband and wife. But in the presence of his Mx. Hunter, the king was set ablaze. The intense feeling of heat was dowsed when he witnessed the bastard he hated most in the world approach his hunter.

At the steps of the castle, Snow had been timidly watching the triumphant hunter from afar, gathering the courage to approach them. He had never known shame, never feeling any sort of embarrassment about the state of his dress, but in the presence of the person who always smelled faintly of iron, he was reduced to two inches tall.

Stepping lightly like a mouse, the short adult snuck up behind (Reader), still debating whether or not he was actually going to announce his presence.

His decision was made for him, however, being noticed by (Reader) almost immediately.

"Good afternoon, your highness." They said, turning sharply on their heel to face him.

The hunter was the only person to address the prince by his royal status.

"Ah- how did you know it was me?" He asked incredulously. A pink blush warmed his entire head, wrapping around the back of his neck and up to the tips of his ears.

"Because I could hear you." (Reader) offered a kind smile to the shy, younger man. They felt sympathy towards him, with the way his cold step father treated him. With what they had done to him.

Snow was impressed by how cool (Reader) was. And a small part of him wished to impress them as well. He tried to straighten out his worn out rags. "What brings you to the castle today?"

"To gift the king a wolf pelt. And also," (Reader) reached into their pouch, pulling out a pressed flower, "to gift you this."

The prince sucked in his gasp, wide eyed and lips pressed tight.

"I apologize for not finding something better for your highness."

"No!" He panicked, grabbing the flower with both hands. "It's beautiful!"

He hadn't received a gift since the passing of his mother.

"Happy Birthday, your highness." (Reader) bowed, then turned swiftly, leaving the young man hyperventilating and sweating.

Only the king and his mirror heard Snow whisper long after (Reader) left: "I love you."

Three days later, and the king was losing his mind over the interaction. Snow was visibly taller, standing straighter as he worked, singing as he cleaned the castle grounds, and it was bothering him.

Hadewig kicked over his chair in frustration. "Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

"The one you fear is getting stronger, the confidence has warmed his winter, and people shall notice his spring awakening. The prince now glows more brightly than you, whose anger has etched lines of hatred into his ice like face."

King Hadewig released a scream, losing his control before quickly sharpening back up, running his hands through his messed hair.

He left his study, storming over towards a frightened servant.

"Send for my hunter."

Before (Reader), the king was disheveled, worrying (Reader) something awful.

"I can not stand for this disrespect any longer." His gaze read cold and cruel as it pierced the hunter's. "You understand that you are mine, correct?"

(Reader) thought about the flower and felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, your highness."

"You understand that you belong to me?"

"Yes, your highness."

He sighed ever so slightly, before retrieving a wooden box from his desk. "I have another assignment for you.

Kill my son."

Nausea threatened to erupt from the seasoned murderer. "My lord?"

"Take him deep into the woods, and bring me back his heart." He held out the box. It was a test, as though (Reader) hadn't proved their loyalty to the mad man enough.

The empty box was heavy in (Reader's) hands.

"As you wish, your highness."

Prince Snow spun in the field of flowers as he searched for the most beautiful flowers for the hunter. It was the best day of his life! His father had given him a colorful outfit that fit him and the hunter had asked him out on a date! Well, they didn't call it a date, but what else could it have been?

He wove a crown for (Reader) while imaging their wedding day, becoming King and Royal Consort and having a real crown placed on their head.

(Reader), however, was weighing their options, not truly paying attention to the prince, and trying to ignore his childlike excitement.

What would the king do, if he was made a fool?

"Oh, hunter!" Snow ran over, holding out the delicate crown. "I made this for you! May I?"

And that was all it took, for (Reader) to spare his life.

They bent down, feeling the weight of the crown on their scalp. It smelled nice. Before Snow could retreat, (Reader) wrapped their arms around his thin waist. They had killed so many people before, but this was only the second time they felt unbearable guilt.

The first was after they took the life of the Queen.

"(Reader)?" Snow stuttered out, feeling weak in their strong arms.

"You must run, your highness." (Reader) whispered into his ear.

"What?"

"The king has ordered me to kill you. So please, run. Far away, into the woods." They released the prince, and it was only then that he noticed the heavy bags under their tired eyes.

"Why? I don't understand-"

"Leave. It won't be long before that witch discovers my lie."

Snow fell to his knees, holding onto the edge of (Reader's) shirt for dear life, falling apart in front of them. "Please, no! Come with me! If he would kill me, what would he do to you for sparing me? Please, run away with me!"

(Reader) bent down to release his fingers from their hem, planting a kiss on his forehead as they did so. "I hope when I meet you again you will have found a name more worthy of such a warm and kind person. For as of this moment, Prince Snow is dead."

Excitement threatened to crack the King's cool demeanor as he observed the bloody heart in his hands. (Reader) was distant, but that didn't matter to Hadewig, for now there was no competition for his hunter's affection. They would soon be his, even if he had to use force to make it so.

"Excellent work, my faithful hunter." He offered a practiced smile, unnerving (Reader) who prayed that the pig heart made a convincing decoy. At least until they could escape and hide out in the mountains, far away from the King's eyes.

(Reader) gave a deep bow. Then they left, calmly getting on their horse, and leaving, not taking a single glance behind them as they sped off, emergency bag already packed on their steed.

Back in Hadewig's room, he caressed the box affectionately, thinking about his lovely hunter. The stress had certainly caused a frown line, just as the mirror said, but he was working at reversing the damage.

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He dreamily asked, slightly nervous that the rage had permanently ruined his perfect face.

"Hiding deep within the woods, tending a wounded heart, the fairest in the land hides. Prince Snow still lives."

The king scoffed. "I have his heart right here, mirror."

"No, within that box lies the heart of a pig."

The box fell from Hadewig's hands. "A pig..?" His face scrunched up painfully. "(Reader) would never betray- they belong to me! ME! Guards! Where is my hunter?!"

"The hunter is flying towards the mountains, away from the woods they released the prince into."

Hadewig collapsed at his desk, screaming in agony while pawing at his chest. "No! It's all his fault! Find me that little bastard- I'll kill him myself!"

The seven dwarven women listened to the young man recall his tale of woe, his eyes full of tears but a smile still on his lips. "So, if you please, could I stay here? Just until my love returns for me."

Happy sighed dramatically, blushing and twirling her beard. "That (Reader) is so brave~"

Grumpy smacked the back of her head. "That double crosser may have saved the prince, but that doesn't mean they won't double double cross him!"

Bashful stomped a foot. "It's true love! They would never!"

"Well, they never confessed their feelings," Doc said while cleaning her glasses, "they could have saved Snow out of the goodness of their heart."

Snow smiled, trying to calm the fragments of his heart. "I have to believe, to hope, that (Reader) loves me as I love them. To risk death for me.. but, they said we would meet again. And I trust them."

It was painful, knowing that his father wanted him dead, but what was worse was hearing that (Reader) had put their life in danger for him. Despite all the pain and punishment Snow had endured, he never held it against his step father, but now..

A dark, bitter seed had been planted.

And throughout the night as the household slept, Prince Snow could feel it grow, threatening to burst forth from his chest. The dwarven women were so kind to him. So inviting, and trusting.

He wondered what else they would do for him.

The dark haired man knew that the apple was poison from the moment it was placed in his hands. What kind of elderly man would be this far out away from any sort of town, especially if they were traveling to sell produce? He didn't know who the old man was, but knew that he must have been in cahoots with the king.

"Oh, I don't have any money." Snow said quite sadly, placing his head in his hand.

"For such a lovely young man? Free of charge."

"Are you sure?"

The old man was certainly no real beggar. Nothing made sense. It was cruel, what Snow thought to do, especially if he was wrong, but in case he was right.. Snow whispered to a bird before smiling brightly at the stranger, taking the apple in both hands.

"Of course, please take it!"

Snow bit into the fruit, but did not swallow, hiding the chunk in his hand. After a few seconds of pretending to chew, he collapsed, holding his breath.

The king almost immediately dropped his disguise, snarling. His once similarly raven hair had a stripe of grey.

In a voice barely louder than a huff, he said "It serves you right, you filthy bastard. I would have let you live, if you had simply left my (Reader) alone."

He exhaled. There was no movement from the floor.

"Are you dead yet? Can you still hear me? I hope you can." The king smiled. "I hope you can hear me from beyond the grave as I finally get my happily ever after."

But as he celebrated the dwarves rushed home from work, and a small bird was rallying forces to find the hunter and lead them to Snow's body.

As he monologued to what Hadewig assumed was his son's corpse, the women returned from the mines, righteously horrified and armed with pickaxes.

Hadewig heard a woman shout "Grumpy, don't!" before a pick connected with his lower back, piercing his organs from behind.

The pain was excruciating, sending fire up his body as blood poured out of him. He imagined (Reader's) face, finally smiling for him as they cradled him in their arms, accepting his love. Hadewig wanted that to be the last thing he saw before he died.

Instead, he witnessed Snow, smiling up at him from the floor.

(Reader) arrived just a moment too late, having been closer than they had expected due to how deep into the woods Snow had traveled. They witnessed the sobbing dwarves sitting at the door, too upset to enter their own home where the young prince they tried to rescue lie dead.

The hunter pushed passed them, not wasting a second to grab the young man. He was still warm, but wasn't breathing.

Snow kept his eyes closed as he felt the worst pain he had ever known.

(Reader's) hands slammed into Prince Snow's chest. A rib cracked under their strength, but Snow refused to show it.

Then their lips pressed against his.

His nose was held shut as (Reader) forced air into his throat, trying to get him to wake up. They continued the repetitions a medicine man had taught them while blowing air into his lungs.

"God damnit, Snow, wake up!"

They leaned in, and felt him breath against their mouth. His large brown eyes fluttered open, and his face reddened.

His lips curled into a weak grin. "You came back for me.."

Guilt washed over (Reader), hugging him tightly to their chest. "I'm sorry I left, Prince Snow."

Warm hands ran through (Reader's) hair. "Please.. Call me Theros."

The regret and pain kept (Reader) still, allowing the recently "revived" prince to pull them in for a kiss.

After all that (Reader) put him through, a kiss was the least they could do.

But for the born again man, it was just the beginning.

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 1

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Summary: I love yandere and angst and changkyun so why not put them all together

A/N: I’m just starting out with this fic I hope you like it I don’t really write chaptered things. I’m a little rusty and I may end up going through this again and editing it a little. Please show it lots of love <3

Character Development Masterlist

At some point in the night, I must have turned over because I woke up with the sun shining on my face and I definitely hadn’t fallen asleep facing the window. With a deep stretch and a deep breath– what’s that smell? Rubbing my eyes, letting them adjust to the morning sun, it’s obvious I’m not in my apartment. I brought my knees to my chest and sat against the headboard, where am I? I’m in someone’s bedroom, but it has to be twice the size of mine and much more extravagant. Frantically, I felt around for my phone. Of course, it was nowhere, why would it be? Who would take someone from their home and leave their phone with them.

First, the bed is king size with mounds of fluffy pillows on it. To the left a large window, with white curtains blurring the outside. Across from, and facing, the bed was an armoire with no doors. From what I could see, several dress shirts hung in it, along with a couple coats. On the right side of the room was the closed door, a straight shot from my spot on the bed; beside it, against the right wall, was a dresser. It sat between the door and an archway, which opened up to a master bathroom. On either side of the bed stood two identical nightstands with two identical lamps. The room was immaculately put together with steel grey and navy blue tones. I guess the wise thing would be to scope out the bathroom first, in case anyone was there.

The air was cold, and stepping out of the bed made me shiver, yet somehow, I was sweating. Tiptoeing to the bathroom I held my breath and made sure my feet made no sound. After a couple peeks around the corner, I deemed the bathroom empty. Still, I was too scared to try the door, so I slowly made my way across the room to the window.

My jaw dropped when I pushed away the curtains. The window was barred, now casting an ominous shadow on the dark wood flooring. 

Beyond the bars was a mountainside, was I still near town? Who knows where I could be when all I have to go off is rocks. No more messing around, I needed to get out of here, it was time to attempt the door. I started feeling claustrophobic, despite how large the room was, I knew it was unlikely I could get out.

“Please,” I mouthed with my hand on the doorknob.

Miraculously, it turned, and the door opened without a creek. Again, I let my jaw drop. The door opened to a walkway, one side led down a hallway to what looked like other bedrooms, while the side stood a beautiful banister and a wide flight of stairs. I’m in a stranger’s mansion. If it were any other day, and I was here voluntarily, I would be in awe. There was no time to tread the waters of the other rooms, especially if the owner of the house was in one. It was best to descend the staircase, it must lead to the foyer, and therefore, the front door. I dropped down to my hands and knees to peer past the banister. The whole house was silent, but I was not going to test my luck–I had to make sure I really did go unseen.

With no one in sight, I took measured steps down the stairs, and when I finally reached the bottom, it delivered me directly to the front door. This felt too easy, there’s no way it’ll open I thought, but still I had to try. I tried the knob, it didn’t budge. I flipped the dead bolt, still the knob didn’t move. Tears began to flood my vision, I was so close, to have hope dangled in front of me, it wasn’t fair. I flipped the dead bolt again; I was in denial.

“It has to work,” I whined. How can this person get out of their own house?

Unless I’ve been left here to rot. Taken from my home and put in a proxy until I starve or kill myself. Some psycho’s sick idea of entertainment. I’ve watched the news, I know what kind of sickos there are in the world. Trying the door one more time, I decided there had to be some kind of electronic, automatic lock on it. If I wasn’t so scared of making noise, I would have pounded my head against the door until I collapsed. There had to be some way out, no person can really make something flawless, there is always a flaw to be exploited.

With my back to the door, I took in the foyer. To the right, an entryway to the kitchen. To the left, under the staircase, looked like a darker hallway, with more closed doors. What if there were other people like me in those rooms? What if this whole mansion was packed wall to wall with helpless, clueless hostages like me. I needed to find out.

My stomach was nauseous from the anxiety, even if there was food in the kitchen, I knew I couldn’t look at it without throwing up. Not that I could trust anything in this death trap was safe to consume anyways. Making my way down the hall, I approached the first door.

First, I tried peering through the cracks on the sides, even getting on the floor to try to see inside. The room was dark, maybe it wouldn’t open even if I tried. However, it did, with very little effort. Inside was a small home library. How pretentious. There were bookshelves built into the walls, packed full of books. There was a plush chair on the opposite wall from the door, by a window bathed in sunlight. Smack dab in the center of the library was a desk. Like any other desk there were a number of knickknacks on it. 

I creeped inside to investigate, not before looking behind me to make sure no one would shut me in. Like most of the house, the desk was a deep warm brown and glossy. Between a set of ornate bookends sat three old books. One: The Man of the Crowd. Two The Count of Monte Cristo (abridged). Three: I don’t know. The third book looks modern, but the title is calligraphy in a language I can’t make out; I pass over it. The chair was drawn out, as if someone had just left. Most likely, they left after writing the note in the center of the desk, the pen was still there too. So they were left-handed. (I’m not sure if this would be of use to me but I didn’t want to miss any hint of who this person is.)

I couldn’t resist leaning over the chair to read it. The first thing on the page was my name, letter format. Most of the lines were crossed out; only half of the letter  was legible. In fact, the whole thing was hard to read, the writing was small and erratic.

“Sorry” the rest of the first line on the paper was aggressively scribbled out, or rather, completely blacked out. “I’m really sorry,” more scribbles. “I didn’t want to leave you home alone” “Something urgent came up at work” “I can’t wait to be with you.”

The whole note felt ominous from the instability to the ragged scribble marks to cover what he had already written. The only legible part of the entire note was the sign off at the bottom:

“Love, Changkyun”

So, this maniac’s name is Changkyun. I don’t know a Changkyun. I can’t wait to be with you, must mean that there is a way in and out of the house. I wonder when he’ll come back, I might just have until the end of the day. Until the end of the day, I have a timeline now. I need to find a way out, and if not that, something to fight with.

This Changkyun guy is obviously wildly unstable. He’s a kidnapper, and therefore extremely dangerous.

Exiting the study, I left the door open and moved on to the next room in the hall. A regular bathroom, with regular soft towels, nothing under the sink but towels and toilet paper. Feeling emboldened after reading the note (and that the owner of the house is gone), I moved through the house relatively fast. The bedrooms upstairs still scared me but after mustering up all my courage and listening through the doors, they were just like any guest bedroom, no clothes in the closets but extra blankets at the foot of the beds. After realizing this, I grew to fear the master bedroom most.

Everything there was unequivocally mine. The dresser was stocked full of my clothes. The bathroom had my makeup on the counter, my hair care products in the cabinets, down to the toothpaste I use. Sure, he could have taken these things from my apartment, but everything was brand new. Even the nightstands, one contained a new shiny copy of my favorite book (the other sat empty).

I concluded that there really was no one else in the house. No other hostages and no other hostage-takers. Everything about the house was relatively normal, of course besides the fact that I was there. In all, there were two doors locked in the house besides the front door. One was in the downstairs hallway. It had a sticky note on it that read “Cleaning supplies DON’T TOUCH.” The other led to the garage, if the note saying “Garage, NO ENTRY” was credible.

The door to the garage was accessible through the kitchen, which was beautiful. It had large granite countertops with an island facing the backyard. There were two stoves, a walk-in pantry, an extensive liquor cabinet, and a fridge which held enough food to feed two families. It bled into the living room which had a large TV and phenomenal looking stereo system.

The back wall of the house was fully glass, floor to ceiling windows, and a sliding glass door that did not open. And the glass didn’t break, I tried several times. I was still too anxious to eat and I couldn’t bring myself to trust the water enough to drink.

I decided I would hide in one of the bedrooms. Hopefully, I could hide well enough that when this man came back tonight, I could stay hidden all night–or even better, slip out while he was busy looking for me. Tucking myself in the corner of one of the bedroom closets, I waited for Changkyun to arrive. All I could find to defend myself were the kitchen knives, there wasn't so much as a drop of cleaning solution accessible in the house, which I had hoped to spray in Changkyun’s eyes.

I sat all night, stricken with anxiety and thoughts riddled with what would happen if I didn’t make it out. Eventually, I became so haggard from the stress I passed out in the fetal position in the closet.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! POP IDOL [EVE /JISOO HAN] x MANAGER! READER x YANDERE! ROCKSTAR [FEROZE KHAN]

unedited

REHEARSAL

second part to REPLACED + this set of headcannons

Feroze belongs to @moyazaika and manager reader! This is only a fan-creation.

[ NEXT PART : RECREATIONAL ]

“Mr. Khan, this is so unfair!”

“What is ? “

“You get even more handsome each and everyday. I’ll need sunglasses at this point !”

“You flatter me too much.”

Feroze ran his hand through Eve’s silken black hair. No doubt enjoying the soft feeling around his fingers.

You were glad that Feroze and Eve got along. As happy as you could ever be even! Finally, your moody employer got along with someone else other than you. But nothing could shake this sinking feeling of dread in your stomach.

“Haha . . . “ Eve’s ears turned pink. You knew of his previous obsession with Feroze’s music before. That’s how you were first introduced to the rockstar. No doubt the idol was also enjoying the small act of affection.

“You two are getting along well.” You coughed, feeling a bit too much like a third wheel to all this.

“Mx. [Y/N]! Hey hey~!” Eve waved, basically flailing his hands with the amount of excitement in his movements, while Feroze only nodded after facing your direction.

You bowed to Eve, a habit you had a hard time turning off when you switched clients, in acknowledgment before turning to your rockstar, “You have another interview this evening. One last time before we go.”

And the rehearsal began. Eve had apparently learned to rap from one of his members previously and had incorporated that into the music. You knew this of course, as you’d often check in on his career once in a while and listen to some of his songs when Feroze wasn’t around. But it was still quite baffling to see how quickly he picked up the skill. It was a far cry from how he struggled before as a trainee and rookie idol.

Feroze preferred not having a choreography and Eve otherwise, so there were separate solo sections in the mix as well.

As always, your current client amazed you with his voice and skill on the guitar. After Eve’s number, he quickly captured your attention and kept it there for the rest of the performance.

Soon, the last note is played, and the two singers panting are all that’s left to hear.

Feroze looked over to the black haired man. The arena was a cold place but after moving around the stage a lot, Eve had started showering in his own perspiration. “You’re sweating all over, Jisoo.”

You were mishearing things. You had to. There was no way they were in first name basis already. No way. Eve was so unbothered with the way he was called that you almost thought you were imagining things.

“Ah . . . let me just . . .” Eve started removing his coat, about to walk off in search of a towel before Feroze held him by the shoulder, leaned forward,

and licked him.

You and Eve don’t even have time to react as Feroze had already pulled you to the exit. “Let’s go, meri jaan.”

“Did you just do what I thought you just did—“

“What?” Feroze had this stupid smirk on his face, seeing you all worked up over his actions.

“Don’t try this with me! What if someone saw you two ? !”

“They’ve seen me done worse.”

“I’m not talking about your reputation, Khan. Jisoo’s is as fragile as glass. He hasn’t done even half of the shit you have. He’ll be ruined!”

“What’s this? Calling him by his first name now? And where’s my rosy?”

“You called him Jisoo, too. And remember, no rosy when you misbehave.”

“Fine. I won’t do it again. In public at least.”

“Khan!”

“Okay, okay. I didn’t know you get like this when you’re jealous. It’s kinda cute.”

“Unbelievable!”

Feroze laughed as you stormed off. He really does love you so much.

Once you were out of view, he checked his phone to find a couple of messages from his partner in crime.

i believe i deserve a little thanks for my services?

i’m such a great wingman, aren’t i?

don’t get too cocky.

but

thanks.

hehe. anything for you mr. khan.

i told you to call me feroze, didn’t i?

anyways

tomorrow. us three. drinks.

last one to pass out gets to have [y/n] for the night?

you’re on.

“You know that Feroze’s a lightweight.”

“Mhm.”

“Yet you purposely agreed to have a drinking competition.”

“Right you are.”

“When your entire personality is based on getting drunk.”

“It’s a perfect set up isn’t it? And I don’t get drunk that often!”

“Right, just every single night you go out with the boys.” You crossed your arms. Flashbacks to cleaning off all the puke from not only Eve but the rest of your old clients entered your mind. “You know I have to leave and take care of him after this right?”

Eve’s already eerie smile got even wider, “Well, at least I got you all to myself now. Right at this moment.”

You shook your head, exasperated. “I never got you.”

“Hm?”

“You said you could never live without me. And for a while I thought you did. Leaving you was so difficult. I was ready to lose you.”

“But here you are, alive and well.” Unaware you indirectly told him that he’s supposed to be dead, you jolted when he suddenly started cackling. Thank god for private rooms.

“Baby, if you want me dead there are more direct ways of saying so.”

“No, of course not!”

“I know you don’t. You care about me so much.”

You found yourself suddenly trapped between his arms. His face right next to yours as he breathed in your scent.

“Because you’re the best manager the world could ever ask for.”

He placed a kiss on your shoulder, then your neck, your chin, and finally your lips. His was smooth, years of scolding him to use chapsticks more often actually worked. But you soon forget the texture as his tongue entered your mouth.

His hands explored and caressed your body, keeping you close to him while he enjoyed your taste.

Out of guilt from making out while Feroze lied there unconscious, you pulled away.

Eve doesn’t hide the disappointment on his face, but he also doesn’t try kissing you again. “What happens, happens. I’ll just work thrice as hard to earn you back.”

You didn’t realize his body was pressing up against you until it was gone and he had grabbed his coat, ready to leave.

“Or I could share. Wouldn’t mind doing that with Mr. Khan.”

“You—“

“See ya soon, world’s bestest Manager!”

It was almost scary seeing Jisoo in such a broken state. He had failed two evaluations in a row. One more time and he’ll be cut off from his dreams. This usually wasn’t the case for most trainees, but as he’s grown older and therefore less marketable, the higher-ups had double down on their rigid rules. Even employing a manager like you to keep him in line.

You were a massive slap to the face. But he had no one else to lean unto. His other relationships were all shallow and based on some flimsy, flowery words he’d spout at everyone. So, he found himself here, right beside you. Tears still wet on his beautiful face.

“Hey . . . c’mere.” You pulled him beside you. The boy didn’t like being touched, but he was too tired and jaded to resist. “Show them that you want this. Show them that you’ll do everything you can to reach your goals.”

You caressed his back. Even if your words weren’t much of comfort you could at least try physically calming him down. “If they keep kicking you down even after you work twice as hard then work thrice as harder. If your skill isn’t enough for them then show them your determination.”

“You can and will do this, alright Soo? I believe in you.”

And that was the final nail into the coffin. You felt him melt under your touch. His breathing finally started to steady.

“I will. I promise.” He raised his arms to embrace you. “I’ll make you proud, Mx. Manager.”

Eve’s fingers trailed over the tattoo on his face. It was cold out. Snow had covered the streets and a part of his newly dyed dark blue hair. But the alcohol, the clothes he wore and most of all the thoughts of you kept him warm.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun / moyazaika - genie | 2023

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Angie loves their Bee-Bee.~ He's so sweet, giving me attention when I ask, and he thinks I'm such a shy and sweet angel, my sweet boy! ♡

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violent stalker mattheo riddle.... each guy and girl readers ever spoken to? damn wdym they showed up beaten up the next day and they dont even know who did it ????

i feel like he'd also get violent with reader and ykw .... im so insane id let him beat me bloody .

"i'm doing this because you're not listening to me, sweetheart. how else am i supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn't do?"

hey uh, future requesters: giving me a line of dialogue or smth to build around means i’ll finish your request WAY faster. tysm anon 😭

requests open

prometheus — yandere! insane! stalker! mattheo riddle x gn! reader

wow! there’s a fuck ton of really fucking dark violence, murder, torture, manipulation, abduction, and horrific domestic abuse in this! please be careful if you choose to read this!

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i jokingly took a sociopathy test with a couple of friends earlier today and i scored like really high so uh dunno how to feel about that

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“Am I…am I in trouble or something, Professor…?”

Professor McGonagall’s lips thinned and she looked at you over the rim of her glasses. She folded her hands together neatly where they rested on her desk before speaking. “Not for now, no. Relax a bit, dear. The law states that you’re innocent until proven guilty.”

“That’s not- that doesn’t really make me less nervous.”

The professor opened her mouth to speak again when a chime alerted her to an incoming floo call.

With a wave of her wand, the flames flared green and a genial-looking man stepped out of the fireplace. He brushed soot off of his robes and grinned brightly as soon as he caught sight of the professor.

“Minerva! Lovely to see you again. I’m afraid Quincy isn’t going to make it. Corbett is sick, poor thing, so he’s staying home with him today,” the man gushed, evidently quite close with the professor.

“Oh, send them both my well wishes, Hez, dear. Anyway, this is the student you asked to see, Y/n L/n,” she motioned towards you.

The man gave you a cheery grin—far too cheerful for this early in the morning—and held out his hand for you to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Mx. L/n. I’m Auror Hezekiah Ackerly. I’d just like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright?”

You dubiously shook his outstretched hand, a bit put off by his bright grin that never seemed to dim. “Sure.”

“Wonderful!” the Auror pulled the second office guest chair closer and sat down across from you. “Let’s get the easy questions out of the way. Do you have many friends? Or maybe a small, close-knit group of people you regularly hang out with?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. The fuck kind of question was this?

“Uh, I guess a close-knit group?”

Auror Ackerly summoned a notebook and quill, writing quickly. “Who belongs to this group?”

Seriously, this felt more like being at a psychiatrist’s office than being questioned by a government official.

“Er, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger? And sometimes Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood?”

Seriously, what was going on?

“And do you have any…romantic relationships? Any troubles or issues there?”

Your eyes narrow. “What’re you playing at?”

“Cormac McLaggen was found dead in the Forbidden Forest this morning,” Professor McGonagall cut to the chase, interrupting Auror Ackerly. “You were the last known person to have spoken to him, and several of your peers attest that they heard an argument break out between the two of you last night after dinner.”

Your eyebrows shot up and your jaw dropped. “Dead? Wh- how?”

“That’s what we at the Ministry would like to know,” Auror Ackerly interjected smoothly. “You’re not in trouble, Mx. L/n, but I am here to escort you to the Ministry for questioning.”

Your jaw dropped.

They thought you did this?

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You sat at a table, alone in some room deep inside the Ministry building.

You huffed, folding yet another paper crane from the stack of sticky notes Ackerly had oh-so-thoughtfully left for you after your interrogation.

You set the finished bird on the table, the small pile of origami cranes you’ve made while waiting slowly getting larger.

Peeling off another sticky note, you started folding another when a nice-looking man in well-pressed robes entered the barren room and stopped in front of your table. He looked down at you with mild bafflement.

“L/n, I presume?”

“That’d be me,” you mumbled, adding your newest crane to the pile.

The man smiled gently before waving a hand over your paper birds and enchanting them to fly.

You tried to hide your awe as you look up at the cranes that floated and soared around the room.

The man smiled at your reaction. “It’s quite nice to finally meet you, Mx. L/n. You’ve been the topic of many a discussion today.”

“I’d imagine so, yes,” you said dryly. “Not many teenagers accused of murder coming through the department, huh?”

He grinned. “Not really, no.”

The man pulled out the other chair at the table, sitting down across from you and rifling through the thick manila folder he held.

“Are you here to interrogate me some more?” You asked suspiciously. “Ask Ackerly, man. I already told him everything I know.”

He laughed. “No, I’m not here to interrogate you. I’m your lawyer, Mx. L/n.”

You blink. “I don’t have a lawyer. My family can’t afford that.”

“You always have the right to an attorney, Mx. L/n,” he said kindly as he held out his hand to you. “Octavian Foxglove, Esquire.”

“Y/n L/n, but you already knew that,” you greet, shaking his hand.

He smiled again.

He was a very smiley man.

He laid out the manila folder and turned it around on the table so that you would be able to see it.

The first paper on top was a copy of your school records, with a bright red PRIMARY SUSPECT stamped over the top of your picture.

You grimaced.

Your lawyer nodded sympathetically. “There’s a photo underneath that page, by the way. Supposedly the last photo we have of McLaggen still alive and, uh…it’s not looking great for you, in all honesty.”

You moved your school records page aside, finding a standard moving photograph paperclipped to the inside of the file.

It showed, quite clearly, you speaking with Cormac McLaggen in a hallway. Picture-Cormac angrily threw his arms up in the air and silently yelled at picture-you, while your body language in the photo loudly screamed ‘furious & upset’.

He was right. It wasn’t a great look.

“And there’s only one thing I need you to- oh, where is it?” He dug through the inside pockets of his robes, procuring a pen. “Aha! The next page has a simple contract. I just need a signature stating that you either accept me as your public defender, or would like to request someone else from the Ministry to handle your case.”

You nod, flipping the page to the contract he indicated. Mr. Foxglove smiled again and held the pen out to you.

As soon as your fingers made contact with the pen, you vanished.

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You stumbled blindly, almost falling to the floor before a hand caught your elbow and steadied you.

“Easy, careful.”

You whirled around, surprised to see a different man in Mr. Foxglove’s clothes. He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

“Woah- slow down, kid. You’re fine.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m- was your lawyer,” he shrugged and smiled. “Augustus Rookwood, at your service.”

It dawned on you. “It was a portkey,” you breathed. “The pen. It was a portkey, wasn’t it?”

“Clever kid,” he sounded impressed. “Now c’mon. The boss wants to see you.”

You followed the man without complaint; half out of curiosity, half out of the knowledge that Augustus Rookwood was an Azkaban escapee charged with at least forty counts of first degree murder.

Pretty simple choice.

It looked like you were in a wealthy aristocrat’s house. Er, mansion, more accurately. The hallway you were walking down was old and stuffy and dusty, and the overall aura of Dark magic that permeated the very air of the house sent shivers down your spine.

Rookwood led you down a flight of rickety stairs to the first floor, and then down a narrow hallway and into a study, where he left you without another word.

The study itself was old. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust except for the pristine and polished bureau right in the center.

(Obviously, ‘the boss’ was sitting at this desk.)

((Villains tend to be predictable like that.))

However, you were surprised to see that ‘the boss’ was-

“Riddle?”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, a wide grin spreading across his face as he hurriedly got up from his desk.

“Y/n, darling, hello!” He gushed, practically skipping over towards you before pulling you into a very uncomfortable hug. “Sweetheart- oh, I’m so glad you’ve made it here safely! Rookwood really is my only competent assistant; I must be sure to give him a raise.”

You froze up at the unexpected hug, your arms remaining stiffly by your sides. He let go after a moment, but remained just a bit too close for comfort.

“Hopefully the Ministry didn’t give you too hard of a time,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty grin. “I promise Ackerly’s a good man. When he’s, y’know, in control of his own body.”

Your eyes widen and you take a step back. “What?”

“Just a little Imperius, darling, no worries. Did you like your gift?”

You blinked, thrown off by his rapid changes in subjects. “Uh- gift?”

He smiled proudly. “McLaggen? He won’t bother you anymore, see?”

All the color drained from your face.

“You killed Cormac?”

He nods, grinning. “Uh-huh. I heard what McLaggen said to you last night in the hall, and I don’t like when other people look at what’s mine.”

“Yours?” You repeat, your lip curling in disgust. “You’d better not be referring to me.”

Mattheo paused, looking at you in confusion. “What else would I be talking about?”

You scoff in shock, shaking your head. “Yeah, nope, I’m out.”

You turned around without further preamble, marching out of the room and towards the front door that you’d passed earlier. Mattheo laughed and followed you out of the study at a leisurely pace, seemingly unworried.

“Where are you going to go, darling? As far as the general public is concerned, you’re on the run after brutally murdering a classmate. You’re Wanted with a capital W, sweetheart.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you snarled, storming towards the front door.

“Y/n…” He warned, drawing his wand and pointing it at you. “Get back here. Now.”

“Fuck off.” You spat over your shoulder, not sparing him another glance.

That was clearly not the thing to say. As if in slow motion, you heard a dreaded word fall from his lips.

“Crucio!”

You were struck with pain that was so overwhelming, so blinding, so agonizing, that you were sure you were going to die.

You were only half aware that you’d fallen to the floor at some point as wave after wave of unbearable pain crashed over you. You could feel your bones creaking and grinding together, your skin splitting apart only to knit itself back together just to be torn apart again, like you were some fucked up wixen version of fucking Prometheus.

You were only vaguely aware that you were speaking, pleading. Pleading not for the Unforgivable to be lifted, but for him to just end it, end you, entirely.

“K-kill me! Kill m-me…please!” You begged, blood trailing down from the corner of your mouth and smeared across your chin. You must’ve bit your tongue hard for it to bleed like that, and the sting from that wound while you speak is just too overwhelming when combined with the pain from the Cruciatus Curse.

Then all at once, it stops.

You gasp for air, your entire body trembling and numb as you lay sprawled across the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

Mattheo kneeled down by your side and cupped your face in his hands with a kind of tender gentleness that felt deeply wrong coming from him.

“See, I’m doing this because you’re not listening to me, sweetheart. How else am I supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn’t do?” He cooed softly, gently wiping the blood from your chin with the sleeve of his shirt.

You flinched back at his touch. Your body—still wracked with uncontrollable quivers and trembles—tried in vain to crawl away from him.

“Oh no, honey- hey, honey- I promise it’s all over, okay? You were so so good for me. But you see now that you’ve got to stay with me, right?”

Your jaw quivered and your still-stinging tongue felt thick in your mouth, yet you managed to spit vicious hatred towards him.

“G-go to hell.”

A flurry of emotions crossed his face: surprise, anger, guilt, and disappointment; all of which were topped by the underlying aura of pure sadistic glee that exuded from him.

“Oh? Do you need another lesson or two before you learn?” He sighed and shook his head patronizingly. “Very well then, darling. Crucio!”

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