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hangeswif3 · 10 months

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Out of line

Warning: a little nsfw, maybe a bit yandere if u squint. Hange being possessive. Angstttt, no happy ending. They/them pronouns for Hange.

Summary: You and Hange break up, they don’t take it very well.

Note: This is just the second thing I write so please be nice, also English is not my first language so it might be kinda grammatically weird. Written in completely free form so I hope you understand. Thanks for reading <3

Hoping that Hange manages your breakup in a healthy way was a terrible mistake.

“What?” Hange answered turning to look at you, you can see how the confusion in her eyes turns to anger.

“I said we should breakup” you said with more anger than you intended “I’m so tired of you trying to push me back, you know im worth more than staying to do office work”.

You had gotten transferred to Hange’s squad not very long ago (against all odds, since you were on Levi’s squad before and you thought he didn’t transferred soldiers easily). And the truth is, you were a little worried about having a secret relationship with your section commander, but you never anticipated the real issue. Hange wanted to keep you inside the walls. You wanted to fight, you loved the rush to being out there, and you knew you were good. Hange knew that too. But they always found a way of leaving you behind, helping with the “logistics”.

So, you thought it was time for them to realize how stupid that decision was, and the only way to do it was by breaking up your personal relationship. Easy, right? Or so you thought.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about now, you wanna risk your life stupidly and you think I’ll let you if we’re not together” they stated, you can see how they are trying to control themselves.

After what seemed like forever, they smiled and said “Okay, we break up, but don’t think this ends here”. And they left.

Now, 2 months later it’s been a power game since. You can’t count the amount of times they have texted you drunk.

2:30 am Hange: wher are you? I’m outsde your room

2:31 am Hange: whoo are u with rm? It better not be that soldier I saw u with the othr day

3 missed calls from Hange

2:35 am Hange: amswer ur fcking phone

2:35 am Hange: I swear to god im gonna break down this door

2:40 am Hange: okay im srry just open the door pls

Only for you to get a “sorry about that” text the next morning.

Hange was extremely jealous when it came to you talking to any other person.

Even came to doubt about the friendly relationship you and Levi had.

Every time they saw you with Levi, or practicing fighting with a new soldier, they had to restrain themselves from going there and rip you apart from anyone who was touching you.

Cause they couldn’t do that anymore. You weren’t theirs.

But let’s face it, you didn’t wanna break up with them either, so when you saw them with some other soldier from Levi’s squad at a party, you couldn’t help but to drag them away.

“You’re out of line soldier” they said with a small smirk.

“Shut up” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“You’re a brat” Hange responded.

“And you’re sleeping now with Levi’s soldiers? Classy” you said with a humorless laugh.

The commander leaned a little to whisper in your ear “I have to keep myself entertained, otherwise I’d come back and fuck you senseless for even suggesting that we do this”

After all that, they ended up eating you out in the nearest restroom.

That was the beginning of your routine.

It was a common reoccurrence now, you made each other jealous, you fought, then fuck, then came back to the “break up”.

All to come back the the same reason of the breakup, they didn’t wanna risk your life.

Hange had lost a lot of people on the way, but they couldn’t bare to lose you. Everything but you. So they kept you inside the walls, and they’d keep doing so.

That was your routine until they couldn’t take it anymore. Until their jealousy got the best of them.

It was a normal day for you, you were just practicing fighting with Levi, he kept helping you practice and getting better. You missed fighting titans, you missed the last two expeditions due to Hange’s need of leaving you out of it.

“Pay attention brat” Levi said kicking your legs and knocking you down.

“Ugh” you responded standing up, feeling a little dizzy.

“Wow there” Levi quickly grabbed you by the waist when you stumbled, getting you close to him, in an awkward position. “You good?” He asked.

You still felt a little dizzy but just nodded, looking at him, noticing how you were extremely close together.

Hange was looking from afar, this was a normal reoccurrence, they used to look at you from afar sometimes, that was their way of keeping you in check. Making sure no one did anything they weren’t supposed to.

They were already annoyed by you and Levi getting so friendly, but they had perfect control over them. But when they saw Levi’s hands on your waist, and the way you were looking at him, Hange saw red. They couldn’t help but to walk slowly towards you two.

You weren’t the first to notice. You just saw how Levi was smirking until you turned your head and saw Hange. At first you thought it was gonna be a normal fight-fuck think between you two, but the face they had, you knew it was dangerous, and for a moment you were afraid of what was going to happen.

“Fucking finally” Levi said “she needs to go to the infirm…”

He was interrupted by Hange punching him on the jaw, Hange was wearing rings per usual, so quickly Levi started to bleed. This made him a little confused so he stumbled back. When you saw Levi looking back at Hange you didn’t know what could happen, so you stood between them, trying to push Hange away.

“You’re a dead man” Hange said in a deep voice, a voice you had never heard before.

“Stop Hange, let’s go” you said, trying to pull them away with you. But they stayed there, looking at Levi.

It seemed like an eternity, Levi and Hange where looking at each other, you saw Levi deciding what to do in his mind. A crowd was forming around them, the punch certainly attracted many people’s attention.

“Please” you said, just wanting to go.

Hange finally looked at you, you couldn’t believe what was happening, until they looked at Levi and said “don’t ever lay a finger on her again”. Before letting you drag them away from there.

Levi just smirked, knowing what this was about.

You dragged them to their office and closed the door behind you, before turning back to them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You said, your heartbeat still going at a thousand.

“Why was he touching you?” Was the only thing they said.

“What the fuck? Levi? Really?” Was all you could say.

They walked up to you, lifted you up by the waist and sat you on their desk, putting both their hands on their desk at each side of you and leaning closer.

“Why. Did. He. Touch. You?” They repeated, clearly annoyed and more angered.

You just wanted this to be over, you could see how angry they were. “We were just practicing and I got dizzy so he helped me not to fall”

“Bullshit” they said slowly, hitting the desk and backing up, passing their hand through their hair. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” They said, almost painfully.

“To you?” You laughed ironically “I am the one that’s gonna be the new scandal around here thanks to your little act”

That just seemed to annoyed them more.

“Can’t you see this, I was just trying to protect you” they said, now referring to the breakup.

Finally you looked at them. They looked exhausted, like they hadn’t slept for days.

“I can protect myself” there was no backing up now.

“But I can’t. I can’t focus on protecting my squad when all I can think about is you being safe. I can’t” they said painfully.

“So what do you want me to do?” You finally said, tired of all this.

“Quit the corps” they said.

“What?”

“Quit the corps, come live with me. We can be free together, we can have a nice house and you’ll be mine”

You sighed, you couldn’t believe they were asking you this, they knew how important this was for you. But you love them too.

“Would you quit with me?”

“What?” They asked, clearly confused.

“If I am going to quit my dream for you, it’s only fair for you to quit the corps to be with me, if you love me”

Hange stayed silent, it was too much. You knew how much they loved titans, and science, it was their nature, and it was why you loved them.

After a long silence, you knew the answer. You didn’t notice you were crying until you could taste a salty tear. You cleaned your face with your hand before speaking.

“I’ll request a change in squad in the morning” was all you said with the strongest voice you could muster.

Im sorryyyy, should I make a part two of this? Thanks for reading. Love u.

#possessive hange #hange x y/n #hange x reader #hange zoe #hange x you #snk #hange zoë #attack on titan

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cryptixani · 2 years

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Heyo! I'd like a romantic Sonic matchup if you don't mind ^-^

Name: Walela Rose!

Pronouns: She/they

Sexuality and preferences: Bisexual, and my big crushes are Shadow, Sonic and Knuckles (am major Shadow simp) but I’m cool with any match. If you’re focusing on my big 3, I mostly crush on modern and Boom Sonic, movie Knuckles and any freaking iteration of Shadow (except IDW, they did him so dirty ;--;) smaller crush on movie Sonic and Blaze, but again I’m good with any matchup so no pressure!

Personality: where do I freaking start. I am more or less a huge anxious shut in. I have pretty bad anxiety and am scared to be outside by myself. I am a little socially anxious and am awkward, whether I’m confident about it or not. Whenever I try to talk to someone new, I tend to open up with a joke or meme that they end up not understanding and the convo usually ends there. Otherwise, I tend to not talk around strangers. However, when I get close to someone, they can’t shut me up. I get clingy, really affectionate and maybe annoying idk. I tend to crack myself up with puns that everyone else facepalms over. Sometimes I overshare my thoughts. I can be loud when I get excited. My sleep schedule is fricked up lol and I am a bit chubby. I also have a lot of low iq moments lmao and I need a lot of reassurance to know somebody isn’t going to leave me or replace me with someone else. I like sharing the things I obsess about with the ones close to me. I’m an age regressor, but even when I’m not regressing I tend to act a bit like a kid. I’m also lazy af and I blush easily. (Sorry if this was super long) Likes and dislikes: I like singing and playing video games and drawing too! I don’t like pickles, or coffee, and I don’t like hard thunderstorms or people angry yelling at me bc those scare me a lot. I really like Kingdom Hearts and My Little Pony and, of course, the Sonic franchise! My favorite colors are pastels and black. Although I like fireworks, I have to plug my ears when watching them bc I’m a highly sensitive person and those big loud babies hurt my ears. I like childlike things, like those stupid pretend cash register toys.

Relationship type: Something intimate, someone who likes taking care of me but tries to help me grow as a person as well. A relationship where they'll just suddenly remind me that they love me (that makes me swoon) and say sweet things in my ear first thing in the morning (more swooning). Perhaps someone just a little bit possessive, like they get a little jealous or pull me close when they feel like there's competition nearby. Someone who likes to gently brush my hair and doesn't call me cringe if I write them a super cheesy love poem. Someone who will love my body regardless of its shape, but still encourage me to be healthy. And someone who will be understanding and caring when I regress.

NSFW: My top 3 kinks are yandere, DDLG (as in calling someone Daddy and they take on a dilf-like role) and praise kink. I'm a switch, but mostly submissive.

hello lovely, thank you for submitting! i hope you like your matchup!

i match you with...

knuckles the echidna

• this is honestly just a gut feeling but i think knuckles would be a really good match for you!!

• he would definitely help you come out of your shell a bit, at least if you're only around him, to help you overcome your social anxiety. even if it's just baby steps.

• definitely loves taking care of you, making sure you're okay in any given situation, keeping an eye on you when you're around others in case your social battery runs dry

• his love language is acts of service so i think he'd overall just enjoy having someone that lets him convey that

• i don't think he'd be too into pda or anything like that, i headcanon him as pretty reserved, but when it's just the two of you he loves to murmur his affections by your ear while he keeps you close

• won't get most of the memes you reference but will still appreciate it anyway <3 he will enjoy your silly jokes and puns though

• knuckles is very protective over what he loves and what he considers his so rest assured you are in very safe hands, not to mention he won't hesitate to assert himself as your s/o if anyone else tries anything funny

• enjoys your affectionate, clingy nature, would never find it annoying.

• honestly if you gave him a cheesey love poem, he'd be more flustered than anything. he's not used to receiving such affection so it takes him off guard!

hope you enjoyed your matchup!!

#sonic matchups

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chezzywezzy · 3 years

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Yandere Henry Bowers (5/5)

(@bywie)

Word count ; 3.9k

*Edited.

Bev tugged on my arm, pulling me away from the main commotion. I was entranced with her cute smile and her new hair style. I loved her.

“What did I tell you?” she giggled.

“Yeah, I know, you’re usually right,” I agreed easily. “It’s nice to wash away my worries, too. I heard some pretty terrible news this morning, so it’s nice to have a distraction.”

Bev tilted her head. “Bad news?”

“You haven’t heard? Just like that other kid, Greta’s gone missing. I know she was a bully and everything, but I can’t help feeling like —“

“It wasn’t Henry,” she instantly reassured, her hands ghosting over my shoulder. “Kids are disappearing a lot these days… He was just heartbroken. I’m sure as we speak, he’s getting over you. You don’t need to think about him anymore.”

“It’s hard not to… He really scared me.”

Bev cupped my cheeks, successfully silencing me. “Now, now, no more negativity. We’re having girl time. Plus the boys, I guess, but you see what they’re up to…”

As she drew my attention to the rest of the group, I smiled. All of the boys were eagerly wrestling each other, their laughs echoing across the lake as they were fully enveloped in their water wrestling. Our hands held tighter as we gazed at them. I couldn’t help but feel this was the perfect way to mark the transition into college life.

“Hey! You losers can’t beat me to the river,” Richie suddenly declared. It was generally aimed towards the boys, but Bev and I shared mischievous smiles and started swimming down the river. The boys shouted after us, trying desperately to catch up.

We swam quickly and gracefully - or, at least, Bev did - and we swam far enough to where the water became shallow. We were both dripping wet as we stood up. The water was at knee-length and had weighed us down when we tried to stand.

Bev and I laughed as the boys tried desperately to catch up. Eventually, of course, they did, but I noticed that somehow Ben came into second place despite previously being farthest away, followed by Eddie, Bill, Stan, and Richie in last.

“We kicked your asses,” I declared haughtily, pointing at the group.

Richie was quick to defend his pride with,” No way! You guys were way more ahead.”

“We were also the first to jump,” Bev added, stifling her giggles.

“W - well, we would’ve if you told us to,” Bill agreed, huffing in embarrassment.

Ben had a deep blush as he watched Bev, and I couldn’t help but tense. Ben was a lovely boy, so I would support Beverly is she ended up falling for him. But I knew I’d be jealous. I’d hate to see it happen. Not to mention, Bill obviously had a crush on her, too. She already had enough of a love triangle to deal with without me in the picture.

Before we could argue further, a boy suddenly came stumbling through the woods. I’d seen him at school before. He was bloody and dirty. Everyone went to the shore, utterly astounded by the boy’s appearance.

“Isn’t that Mike?” Bill asked in confusion.

“Mike, what’s wrong?” Beverly called to him.

The boy tripped on some rocks, splattering to the ground. He was too concerned about escaping… something to reply. Our questions were swiftly answered as the Bowers gang emerged from the woods. Belch was swift to grab the boys collar, pulling him to his feet, with Patrick helping him.

Henry immediately glued his gaze to me. The other three sufficiently began tormenting the poor boy, but Henry just stared.

Suddenly, Beverly stooped over and grabbed a rock. And threw it, right into Belch’s forehead.

Mike took the chance to scramble across the river. I helped him up, pulling him into a comforting hug before pushing him to the back of the group.

“Holy shit,” Richie gasped.

“Nice throw,” Stanley breathed.

“Thanks, but don’t act so surprised.”

There was a tense silence as the loser gang and Bowers gang stared each other down. I was too afraid to get involved, so I made sure to distance myself from the scene, backing into the shrubbery just enough.

“Rock war!” Richie suddenly declared.

And just like that, Richie gets pegged with a rock thrown by Belch. So, both groups engage in a vicious war. I managed to avoid the attention because both gangs were on good enough terms to let me leave me out of it. Rock after rock, hit after hit, the battle rages on.

However, I noticed that little by little, people from both sides filtered out, and soon it was only Henry left. I was horrified when Richie shouted ‘run!’ and delivered a final blow to Henry, sufficiently knocking the boy to the ground.

I let out a gasp as Bev suddenly tugged at my arm. The other boys had already ran away in hopes of getting their clothes and escaping. But I turned to her, pleading with my eyes. I had to help Henry… I knew things were hard for him.

So, wordlessly, Bev understood. She turned and ran after her friends, leaving me to myself and my passed out ex-boyfriend.

I waded across the stream to him desperately, worried sick for him. He had a gash on his forehead, but aside from that, he seemed very beat up. His dad… I left him alone to his dad.

I sighed, immediately tending to his wounds. Goddamn those friends of his. Leaving the poor guy to fend for himself. To be fair, he was once again bullying a random bystander, and was a violent man, but I couldn’t help but feel responsible for him.

I wiped a stray tear away. I tore off a piece of his tank top and dabbed it in the stream before returning. I dabbed his forehead, wiping away the blood, before applying the cloth permanently. Afterwards, I pulled his head into my lap and readjusted his hair. And so, I waited.

And waited.

…And waited.

It was hard to believe a few rocks knocked him out for such a long time, as the sun was beginning to set and I was getting cold, but I knew I had to.

I was starting to doze off, my head falling forward. But just then, I felt Henry stir. He turned his head and his hand made his way to his to head, clutching it tightly. He let out a hoarse groan, turning on his side. The rocky shore shifted underneath his weight.

I shushed and comforted him quietly as he regained his composure. The moment his eyes shot open, his gaze warmed.

“Are you really fuckin’ here…?” he muttered, baffled.

“Yes,” I exhaled reluctantly. “How do you feel?”

“Why did you wait for me?” he inquired, his voice breaking. “I fuckin’ hurt you and you’re still… here.”

“Let’s not talk about that. You’re hurt. Why did you make the dumb decision to pick on Mike?”

“I was fuckin’… pissed. He was an easy target. And I’d do it again, too, if it meant you’d be here.”

He abruptly sat and turned around, crawling so that he was on his knees, facing me. I sighed, , leaning back slightly. My nails dug into the grass behind me. “Listen, Henry… I meant every word I said. There’s no changing what happened. But I don’t want you destroying yourself because of it.”

I never thought I’d see him, Henry fucking Bowers, cry, but there he was, tears sliding down his cheeks. God, my arms ached to welcome him with a warm hug. But I couldn’t succumb. Henry frowned, wiping his tears away furiously.

“I can’t fuckin’ live without you,” he stated shakily. “You’re the bitch I’m meant to marry. You’re my fuckin’ everything. I know… I’m rough around the edges and I don’t have anything to my name, but I love you. So fuckin’ much. Why aren’t I enough for you, Y/n?”

His hands made their way to my thighs, grabbing the tightly. I gulped, heart beating rapidly in my chest. “I… I’m sorry, Hen. I really, really am. It’s not you. You deserve a girl who can truly fall in love and dedicate to you, and I just can’t. I love you, but it’s always been as a friend. Besides… I can’t date a guy who’s been… violent towards me.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you - you just wouldn’t let me talk! I was desperate, I’m still desperate!” he begged, and my heart wrenched within me. “Please, Y/n, you can’t leave me.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. It was getting darker. He was crying. I was crying. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pulling him to me. He cried into my shoulder, holding me equally tight.

I couldn’t help it. I cared too much about Henry. And nothing would ever happen with Bev.

“Let’s just… go on a date. Let’s try to fix things. Little by little. Is that okay?”

“Thank you. So fuckin’ much.”

Maybe it was an unhealthy move, but we couldn’t help it. With all the pent up emotional damage and overblown emotions, we healed each other that night in the woods, just enough.

~~~

I kicked my feet against my bedroom floor. Bev was lying on my bed on her side. She was terrified because of her father, so, I had her come over for dinner. It was the least I could do for the girl. Especially since she was always there for me, and she was strong enough to never previously need me.

“I just don’t understand why I deserved to end up with a shitty dad like him,” Bev sniffled, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers.

“Nobody does. He’s the absolute worst. You deserve so, so much better.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to live. I’m just lucky I have a best friend like you.”

I almost flinched, but I should’ve known better. I was with… Henry again. The two of us were broken shells of humans that needed each other, even if I longed to be with Bev in every way. I hadn’t told Bev yet, though. I’m not sure I knew how. And it’d already been a week.

“You’re quiet,” Bev commented. She sat up and sat behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Is it Henry? You don’t need to be scared anymore.”

“Sort of. But it’s not important right now. You’re what I’m focused on.”

Bev frowned, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Her soft hair tickled me. “That’s not true. Did something happen at the lake? Did he hurt you?”

“Yes - I mean no - it’s just complicated,” I heaved.

“Honey! Someone’s calling for you,” my mom shouted from down the hallway. I took the chance to hop up and out of my room, racing downstairs. My mom was holding the phone, wearing a sweet smile, which I mimicked.

After I took the phone, she left to go to the kitchen. I muttered into the receiver,” Hello?”

“Y/n,” Henry immediately panted. “I need you.”

“Wh - what? Hen, I’m with Bev right now —“

“No. Please come over, I need help. It’s serious,” his shaky voice insisted, almost whining. “It’s serious.”

“Fine, fine, but can’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“I - I can’t. It’s about Patrick disappearing, I don’t fuckin’ know. I just need your help. Please, please, please —“

“Y - yes, Henry, calm down. Have some water. I’ll be over soon, ‘kay? I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I hung up, concern wracking my body. I rushed up to my room, not paying Bev any heed as I started grabbing my things. Bev grabbed me, forcing me to stop, clearly worried.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“I - It’s Henry, he needs my help,” I gasped, struggling to make her let go of me.

“Wh - what? No way, you’re not going to visit that psychopath —“

“Yes, I am, Bev,” I boomed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I took him back. I just had to. And he needs my help —“

“Why on earth did you take him back?” Bev cried, forcing me into a hug. “Are you really that desperate? Why died’t you just try things with your crush?”

“Because it’s stupid, Bev! It’s never going to happen! Henry and I need each other. And he needs me now, so just let me go to him!”

“No! At least tell me who your crush is! Please, let’s talk about this —“

“It’s you, Bev! It’s always been you,” I admitted passionately, finally shoving her away. “I’ve been in love with you since we first met and you’ve never felt that way with me! It’s fuckin’ fine, but please, just respect my decision.”

Bev’s lips trembled and her doe eyes widened in shock. “…Me?”

“Exactly. You don’t feel the same way.”

I couldn’t cry. Not over her for the millionth time. So, instead, I turned tail and went down the stairs. And out the front door.

~~~

I tripped as I hopped off my bike. Hen’s father’s police car was parked in the front. I’d never been to Henry’s house before. Sure, the gang and I occasionally dropped him off first, but I’d never been inside. It was safe to say, though, that the house radiated negativity. It seemed so decrepit. It gave me the creeps.

I wasted no time, marching up to the front door, my purse hanging loosely off my shoulder. And then I knocked.

When my hand collided with the wood, I was surprised that the door creaked open eerily. I didn’t hear anything from inside, except for a vague static noise. I pushed it open. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest.

The sight I beheld was vile. Scarring. Traumatic.

Leaning over a dusty couch was a corpse. A middle-aged man hung off the side, fairly fresh blood seeping out of his neck. It dripped into a large crimson puddle on the floor. In the side of his neck, Henry’s pocket knife was deeply lodged. I could only see the back of the man’s head, but I didn’t need to see his expression to know that he was dead.

So, understandably, I screamed.

My knees were trembling and my vision blurred. Oh my god, Henry just killed his dad. Holy fuck. I collapsed to the floor, black dots consuming my sight. My hands grasped at the wood panels. My legs hurt and a splitting headache consumed me. I was crying, but not because of the officer. Because of Henry.

He killed a guy! What the hell would he do now? He’d go to prison, oh my god —

Warm, strong arms circled around my waist. I greedily took in Henry’s form, hugging back. My tears stained his tank top. He smelled rank. He was covered in blood. But I couldn’t find the strength to push him away.

“Henry,” I sobbed,” what have you done?”

“Th - there was a clown, and I don’t know how it happened. I just… I was outside and then suddenly I just - just found myself there and he was dead,” he replied shakily. “He fuckin’ deserved it. But I don’t know what to do. What am I supposed to do, Y/n, I love you too fuckin’ much to go to fuckin’ - fuckin’ prison!”

“H - Henry.” I breathed in and out. In and out. In and out. “We… we have to hide the body. I can’t - you can’t leave me. We have to… to clean it up.”

“But what the hell will we tell everyone?” He tilted my head up, and my stomach churned fro the blood rolling down the side of his face. “I fuckin’ love you, but what the fuck can we do about this?”

I pushed him away, disgusted by the blood staining my hands. I had to calm myself. I had to… help Henry. He was my boyfriend. And his father… he deserved it. Yes, he deserved it, so Hen didn’t deserve to rot in prison. I had to help him.

“I’ve seen enough horror movies. We need to - to cut up the body into smaller parts. And we can dump it to the bottom of the lake. And - and we get rid of the car. ew throw it into the swamp and shit,” I thought aloud. “When… when people show up and ask questions, we’ll tell people that when he attacked you while drunk, he just stormed off. He abandoned you. He took important shit and… and left you. He’s gone.”

Henry nodded, wide-eyed and clearly not sane. He nodded more and ore, until I finally grabbed his cheeks to stop him. He let out a choked sob, pushing his forehead against mine. “I fuckin’ love you. Promise… you won’t fuckin’ leave me after this.”

“I promise, Hen. Let’s… let’s get to work.”

We both stumbled to our feet, holding hands tightly. Henry pulled me into the kitchen. He got a large butcher knife while I showered the kitchen for bleach, gloves, and trash bags. I was surprised that there were such materials lying around. Thank god.

We went to the corpse, both of us staring at it dejectedly. I was glad that Henry was as new to the whole ‘covering up murder’ thing as I was. For a moment, I had thought that he was involved with Greta and Patrick’s disappearance.

Henry put on his gloves and trudged over to the lifeless body. He grabbed his legs and pulled him onto the ground. Without hesitation, he took out his pocket knife and brought the butcher knife down on his throat. A disturbing crunch echoed in the room.

He repeated the action until, suddenly, he pushed it to the side, and the head completely dislodged from his neck. I wanted to throw up so badly. I was glad Henry was doing the dirty work, because we both knew I was unable to even touch that disgusting thing.

I decided to find a bucket, wash cloth, and a mop. I was grateful that for a few minutes, I didn’t need to watch Henry dismember his father’s corpse. I returned to the living room with a bucket filled with a water-clean mixture.

Henry had sufficiently dismembered his upper body. Bone marrow mixed with the blood. More blood was seeping out from the body as Henry sliced him up further. We were both silent, unable to lighten the mood - for a good reason. I stepped around him and turned off the television, which was nothing but static. I wondered how long it had been going for.

Afterwards, I soaked the crimson-stained couch with bleach. After a few minutes of hard scrubbing, I got out the various stains minus the entire floor. Henry suddenly spoke,” What the fuck do we do now?”

I paused, thinking deeply. “Uh - I - well… it was a really fucked up movie that I’m using as a reference, so… Next they rolled up the flesh into tiny meatballs. But no way in hell are we doing this. We - we should put it all in a trash bag…. I don’t know what to do about the fucking teeth, but…”

“Okay. Okay, I fuckin’ got it. Yeah,” Henry confirmed.

He was clearly disgusted at his own work. He grabbed the limbs and started plopping them into a doubled-up trash bag. I cringed at each resounding plop. While Henry did that, taking up several trash bags, I started mopping up the blood. After a few sweeps of the mop, I had to change the water.

I rinsed and repeated several times.

At least half an hour later, the living room was spotless and smelled strongly of detergent and bleach. Henry and I stood next to each other, coated in dried blood. I felt completely numb. I assumed Henry did too, from the stoic yet fearful expression he’d maintained the past hour.

Even in our filthy states, our fingers intertwined tightly. Henry gave me a reassuring squeeze. “What… what fuckin’ now?” Henry grumbled, basting his gaze to the floor.

“We need to… to Febreeze this shit,” I answered breathlessly. “And - and strip. We’re absolutely filthy. We have to get rid of the clothes. But in a… different place. You get the Febreze, I’ll start dealing with the clothes. And - and you knew him best. Get a bag of his most important shit. Stuff he’d bring with him if he abandoned - no, when he abandoned you.”

Henry nodded obediently. “Yeah. Good fuckin’ thinking. I… I love you, Y/n. Don’t fuckin’ leave me after this.”

“Stop. Stop talking about that shit. We just committed murder together,” I sighed, shaking his hand away.

I started stripping down to my underwear. Henry mimicked my actions, and once we finished, I took his clothes. Sure, there was probably a way to not get rid of the clothes, but ew. I just covered up a murder. The last thing I wanted to do was wear remnants of today.

Henry disappeared into another room. I bleached the clothes and shoved them into a trash bag. I sighed, my gaze lingering on the three trash bags that accompanied it.

Henry came back a few minutes later with a a bottle of Febreeze and bags. An idea suddenly hit me. There were dozens upon dozens of beer bottles and packs around. Henry and I seemed to share the same idea. I took some of the bottles and threw them against the television and floor. Just so then there’d be evidence of an angry white bitch storming out on his kid.

Half-naked and numb, we stood there and took a breather. “I found his fuckin’… car keys.”

“Good. Let’s load up, I guess.”

~~~

I ruffled Henry’s hair, enjoying the feeling of his bare chest against mine. I was too tired to keep my eyes open. It was cold outside, so I constantly tried to pull the man closer. He always obliged to give me more affection, one of my favorite things about him. We almost felt normal.

But we weren’t. Henry had gone batshit crazy and I helped him cover up the murder of his father. If anyone saw us now, they’d think that we were a normal teenage couple that just finished having forest sex, but we weren’t. We were cuddling after a traumatizing afternoon of burying a body in the lake we used to go to constantly for a swim.

How had my life ended up this batshit crazy? My senior year was supposed to be normal. My last high school summer was supposed to be normal. I used to be normal. But all because of the Bowers gang, Henry in particular, I dedicated myself to a toxic relationship, was dating a psycho kid that killed his dad, and I now had a body count.

It was safe to say, normal teenagers didn’t have a body count, yet here we are.

“Fuckin’ thank you,” Henry mumbled into the crook of my neck. “I don’t know what I’d ever fuckin’ do without you. You’re the bitch I’m gonna marry.”

“You haven’t even asked,” I chuckled dryly.

“Don’t need to.”

“We just graduated. Calm your tits.”

“Yeah, and we’re fuckin’ free to do whatever we want now.”

“A little.”

“You don’t sound excited,” he huffed.

“Pardon me for being traumatized,” I defended. “We just dumped your dad into the lake.”

“…Yeah. We just gotta fuckin’ move on somehow. I’m fuckin’ moving with you. We can live off campus, I’ll work fuckin’ part-time.”

“Let’s not talk about this right now. Let’s just… cuddle.”

“Okay. I fuckin’ love you.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #yandere male #richie tozier #the losers club #pennywise #it stephen king #it movie #it chapter one #it 2017 #it x reader #it chapter two #yandere it #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #yandere bowers gang #yandere Henry bowers #self insert

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knullanon · 3 years

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a yandere Damian Wayne oneshot with a reader who is completely against the idea of being in a relationship since she's used to people letting her down and she's kinda insecure about herself? And plus she has no intention of getting married, like EVER. Would that fly well with him? Oh, and how do you think Ra's and Talia Al Ghul along with the League of Assassins would react?

ok so I've seen you in my asksa little bit so I'm just gonna call you hello anon since you open every ask like that!

also damian is aged up to like, 25. just an older version of Robin.

Damian wasn't expecting your relationship to start so easily. And he was right. Because it almost didn't start at all. It was hard to figure out how to approach you. You would turn down people who would talk to you, and you would turn down people who tried to text you. No matter how they approached you, you would always put down a firm no.

Jon was definitely a help. Since he was already friends with you, he didn't have to worry about freaking you out. Damian was almost jealous: he was able to get any college student he wanted and yet when it came to someone like you, you would never even look in his direction.

He was able to understand why, but it still confused him.

Anyway, Jon was able to convince you to give him a chance. Damian had found out from him that you weren't easily trusting at all. Something from your childhood, he had brushed off easily, but that only perked Damian's interest.

He didn't know why you interested him so much, except for maybe that you reminded him of himself, when he was younger. In the league, no friends, not trusting anyone: he was surprised that Jon's friendship had not broken your shell like it did with him.

Damian checked his watch, seeing that you and Jon should arrive any time. He looked around the Wayne Manor to make sure everything was picture perfect.

He would thank Alfred the next time he saw him. He truly was a great butler. A ring at the doorbell got his attention. He gave a small breath, before he walked over and opened the large door.

There in front of him, was Jon, who was in the middle of a conversation with you. He had started wearing glasses only recently, and Damian didn't know why: after all, he did not need them. Jon said it was for fashion, but Damian thought he had looked fine.

Then, there was you: casual wear, for a casual day. However, it was obvious you had layers on, and had only started to wear them when it got cold. After all, it was starting to become dark and chilly.

Jon stopped talking to you, and greeted his friend. "Hey, Damian! This is ______, ______, this is Damian, and this is his house!"

You gave a small nod and smile, before you walked in along with Jon. Damian shut the door, and locked it, just to make sure you weren't followed: paparazzi were everywhere, and it wouldn't be the first time they would try to follow Jon.

He led you both into the kitchen and sat you down at the island, and brought out a tray filled with small snacks.

"So, ________, how are you?"

~~~~~~

Jon was always so easily distracted. Even when he was doing hero work, he would never pay attention to his surroundings. So when Titus came out of his room, and leaped at him with joy, Jon didn't hesitate to head outside with him to play with an old bone that Titus had brought him. Which left you and Damian alone.

At first, he didn't want to creep you out, so he just sat there drinking his water, while you scrolled through your phone. Then he tried to start up a conversation, "Why did you start to go to college?"

"What?"

"Why did you start to go to college?"

"Oh." You put down your phone, and glanced out the window at Jon. "Jon was going, and I know it sounds stupid, but I didn't want to try and make a new friend..."

"... Was that the only reason?"

"The only reason why I went to this college."

Damian nodded, before he asked, "Why are you so repulsed by the idea of a new friend?"

You shifted uncomfortably, before you said, "I just... don't trust new people easily."

Damian chuckled, before he said "I'm surprised Jon hasn't broken your shell."

"... What?"

"I mean- uh, sh- Like, you just remind me of myself, I guess, I'm sorry-"

"No, no it's ok. I wonder that a lot myself too."

Jon could be heard asking Titus for the bone back from the yard, and sure enough he was chasing him (normal speed) while Titus was running around happily with the bone in his mouth.

"I guess I just... am worried that someone will hurt me. I don't know if it was just because of something in my childhood, or what but I just... can't think of anything that happened that made me like this."

"My parents are always so pushy on marriage, and it bugs the hell out of me. I don't really like it that much, and I'm not, you know, love repulsed or anything, I like- people, and I can definitely love them, but I just...

can't."

Damian was about to say something, but you beat him to it. "Delete that from your memory, please."

He looked over to see you pull out your phone again, and his heart dropped. "N-No, I understand. You don't want to do something your parents want you to do, I understand that. My, uh, mom, she wanted me to..."

Remembering his childhood, he had to stop. Pushing it down, he cleared up. "My mom wanted the same thing. She still wants me to, but she no longer pushes me about it."

You had put your phone down, before you took a big sigh. "Look, I know you wanted to try to talk to me. Jon tried to make it seem like he wanted us to meet, but he's a terrible liar, you should know that."

"I'm not mad or anything, but I do... wish you went up to me first."

You had gotten up and Damian thought you were about to leave. But you pulled out your phone again, and said. "But oh well."

"What's your number?"

#hello anon #yandere damian wayne #yandere robin #yandere dc #yandere dc comics #yandere damian wayne x reader #sorry this one was hard to write but i did it #i actually like how i wrote it tbh

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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WARNINGS : N!SFW 18+ AGED UP AU! SOME SCENES MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC CONTENT, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. YANDERE THEMES GIF MADE BY ME

It started out with a package.

Roses really, neatly tucked away in plastic and a glass vase that nestled into loud styrofoam.

Or at least that's when you started to notice it.

Actually it started with a phone call didn't it?

Just a few days ago the old rotary phone, the one you bought for nostalgia, rang. This in itself was not odd, you picked up the aged yellow receiver and pressed the cool plastic to your ear.

But you did not speak, waiting patiently for the other line to come to life. After a few moments of silence you figure it to be a telemarketer, the automated type that doesn't start its spiel until it hears a tone, a voice. So you hang up.

The random call lost to both time and thought.

But you cannot forget this package that acted as a catalyst, to what you were not sure.

You just knew it was something.

The white box with the flower company's name on the side of the cardboard sat on your concrete steps, just past the waist high fence. You were returning from a run, huffing as you bent over, you figured it was most likely for your neighbor but it had your address. The recipient's name had been worn off from the poor handling of the package, you had figured the contents to be broken. Despite the state of the box the roses were perfectly intact. Crystal vase sparkling even through the opaque wrapping, a note on top that read.

I'll love you always.

Ah so this was not for you. You scoff, this was meant for your neighbor as you first originally thought. It made more sense that way. What with his boyfriend being long distance, it was obvious. He most likely remembered his address wrong and put yours in error. As you're haphazardly closing the box, keeping the note in hand, your neighbor waltz from his door.

"Ah, um Denki-kun" You call, a bright smile beams on his face as he makes his way to meet you at your shared fence.

"Love!" He greets, strong hand giving your bicep a soft squeeze, "Ah flowers? Spill!"

"Well they aren't mine. I...I think they're yours. Here." You shove the box and note into his hands, stupid tears trying to prick your eyes.

Why? You were unsure.

Maybe you were a bit jealous. Thinking back you couldn't remember the last time you had even had a flirtatious comment or cat call sent your way. You lived a normal quiet life with your "abnormality". Quirkless. You worked from home, spoke to a select few and hardly left your house. It contributed to your wait gain thus adding to your small list of places to go.

The grocery store.

And the gym Denki invited you to or around the block for a run.

After a gurgling amount of time you finally achieved your dream body. Now all that was left was to maintain it.

"Wait!" Denki calls, "This isn't my boyfriend's handwriting."

Furrowing your brows, hand on the handle the answer comes to you.

"Probably just one of those fonts meant to look like handwriting."

"No, come look. It was made with a ballpoint pen." Nothing escapes his pro hero trained eye, his finger slides beneath the words, "He seems passionate! Lucky duck look at how deep love is."

He passes the card to you, giving you a wink as he passes the white box. Sure enough there are divots in the card stock, love is the deepest. Deep enough it almost ripped through the thick paper. You swallow thickly racking your brain, your job requires you to have answers to every question. Logical answers. So it's no surprise your mind wanders until it comes up with something. Your eyes shift to the right, you were lucky enough for your little house to be on the corner of the block.

The delicate roses must have been intended for your neighbor diagonal from you. You wait until Denki is halfway down the block before you rush across the quiet street to set the flowers up neatly on the porch. Throwing the box and wrapping into the trash before you speed walk into the safety of your sanctuary.

Your cats prance to the door to greet you and then sprint to the kitchen to be fed. As if you hadn't just fed them before your run a little less than an hour ago.

The rest of your night is uneventful. You curl on the couch, nestled deep within an old cardigan and the comfort of your leggings with a pile of work to be analyzed. To find the devil in the details and solve what seemed unsolvable.

The answers were always there, under your nose. Found easily by your trained eye but how could you not see the obvious answers when you had the luxury of a bird's eye view. The luxury of knowing the whole story from the shakey beginning to the bitter end.

A luxury you would not have for your own story.

The shrill ring cuts through the comfortable silence causing you to jump from your skin, the cats perk their heads up lazily to see what disturbed them before tucking their head back down.

You tell yourself it's a wrong number, a telemarketer but curiosity is beginning to get the better of you.

And curiosity is a deadly, loud thing. Louder than reason. Reason you had learned from the safety of your home, from other people's mistakes. The same very mistakes that sit on your lap with harsh red ink labeling them C L A S S I F I E D.

It rings a fourth time as you stand, the bell calling out for your attention, demanding you speak. You lift the receiver, again there is silence on the other end.

You wait patiently, is this another automated telemarketer? Had you entered your real number by mistake for one of those stupid store discounts?

You must have, still you resist the urge to tap the speaker of the phone to see if it would trigger the recording.

Instead you drop the receiver onto the base, rattling the hidden bell.

And that was that, you return to your work. Pouring over the details to find the pattern, to build a psychological profile to avoid a tragedy in the future.

Ironic how you cannot prevent your own.

It isn't until a few weeks later does the first letter find its way into your mailbox.

It seemed harmless enough you thought it to be an accident, just neatly looped words proclaiming their love. But it was never fully addressed to you and when you tried to pass it off to Denki, again he denied that the letter belonged to him.

Still, those looping letters twist into your memory, coming to the forefront of your mind every now and again. As if the paper that lies on your dining room table reads itself aloud, from beginning to end at the top of every hour.

As if the ink doesn't want you to forget.

"I am not sure when it started, but it did. I had fallen for you despite my efforts not to. A half of a year I've told myself to forget it, to forget you. And yet I cannot bring myself to stop, the more I try the more you come to mind. And the more I find myself near you. It's as if you're a bad drug I can't quit. I've been watching you. Everything you do is done in such cautious beauty. Please answer next time my dear."

Silence for weeks after that, at least as far as the rotary phone and the mailbox were concerned. You would occasionally get a text from an unknown number.

A transposed number, an error on the sender's end. Or so you assured yourself, especially when they would seem a bit too coincidental. When you were out for a jog or out at the gym at a different time than usual a text would come through.

For a second your mouth would go dry, your blood ice cold as you read the black letters atop the white screen. Huffing as your lack of breath came from a psychological response as opposed to your physical running.

Why aren't you home?

See you soon?

But these couldn't be intended for you. How could they? You could list the people you knew outside of your family and work place on one hand.

Denki.

And only because he spoke to you first!

So these texts, these little messages laced with concern could have been for an estranged spouse, a forgetful spouse or some partner who lacked the ability to properly communicate.

You just knew they weren't for you.

Or so your new mantra goes.

Paranoia didn't begin to sink it's sharp teeth into you until you noticed your cats' odd behavior.

In an immeasurable amount of time they went from lazy, happy go lucky animals to hostile even aggressive creatures. As if they were suddenly feral.

Oddly enough they only acted this way during certain times, mainly at night. Their moon eyes saw things you could not, their enhanced hearing heard things you could not, things you labeled, rat or mouse.

Would a mouse or rat cause a cat to hiss at shrouded corners? To claw at the wall with a howl that sounded more like a scream? Would it make them avoid the closet door in your room?

Maybe it was bigger? The floorboards above did groan more often than not lately. Maybe it was a raccoon even.

Yes, that had to be the cause of their behavior.

And yet there was still that one time, that one instance you sometimes dream about waking in a cold sweet.

The thing you cannot explain away, nor label as mouse, rat, not even a raccoon.

A cocktail of a tired mind and a trick of the eye but simply not vermin.

It was overcast, a sickly grey as the day wept deep into the night. The weather, naturally, caused you to melt into the plush material of your couch as you consumed comfort movie after comfort movie. You were given a reprieve from your worry as your cats seemed normal, sleepy just as you were that day. Even Nyx chose to laze on your chest as a temporary throne. Your couch is flush against the arch way that leads into the dining room and kitchen, giving it's back to part of the hallway towards the main bathroom and your bedroom at the back.

This angle always caused you great anxiety but there was no other way your luxury couch could fit in the small living room and so you always sunk low into the cushions.

Suddenly Nyx's ears twitch and her eyes snap open, waking only a cat knows how. On high alert to a sound totally lost to your draft ear. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating to adjust better to the shadowed room. The glow of the TV casts such a glow on the objects around you, flicker in soft and harsh lights. Slowly Nyx cranes her neck to see what exactly disturbed her sleep, just as her eyes lock on whatever is behind you, you see it for just a fraction of a second.

In the reflection of those moon eyes you see it. Distorted only from the curvature of her lens and the grain of the TV but there is no denying its shape.

A crude outline of a man, broad shouldered and faceless in the dark.

You freeze, mirroring your cat. Breath held as you watch the figure in the pitch black pupil. Wishing, hoping and praying that what you see is not really there.

After an eon of a moment, Nyx begins to shrink in on herself before silently slinking from the couch to find shelter beneath it.

You are not brave enough to move, to crane your head just as your cat did before you to confirm if what you saw was real. And in the milliseconds that the TV goes black you avoid the corner the figure should be standing in. Goose flesh breaks out over your skin, making you feel vulnerable and cold. While your feet burn begging you to get up.

To run.

After a lot of mental reassurance and silence you begin to settle down. Easing yourself back into the rational world. Even becoming brave enough to stare into the TV, into the corner where the figure should be reflected in.

Each passing second as you wait for that small moment of blackness sends your heart into an irrational pace. Finally it happens and when you see nothing you sigh with relief.

Mentally giving yourself an "I told you it was nothing." talk.

That is until you hear a sound, a thump and a click from the back bedroom.

Your bedroom.

But the sound seems as if it came from within, as if it were your closet door.

Your heart explodes into frantic erratic beating.

The shrill ring of the old rotary phone rips through the dialogue of the movie but it can be barely heard over the hum of your blood.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

BRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

Tonight you are frozen in place, whether that be from petrifying fear or sheer stubborn denial you cannot say. You just know one thing. You do not want to deal with the automated telemarketer who never seems to speak.

It rings four more times before it stops.

You chalk it up to coincidence. To nothing.

Late evening turns into late night and sooner rather than later you find yourself in the mouth of the hallway. Staring down your bedroom door as your mind plays on repeat the sound of a door closing from earlier that night.

You cannot let the boogie man keep you from sleep. Slowly you enter, flicking on all the lights.

Everything seems to be in place, the small pile of laundry still lies abandoned by your hamper, your bed neatly made, pillows haphazardly lying about the comforter. Hell even your inherited diamond drop necklace still sits snugly in the jewelry dish on your night stand.

The townhouse makes an odd sound, you jump out of your skin. Clutching your phone so hard the lock and volume buttons imprint into your palms.

No longer can you ignore the elephant in the room as the silence from this particular space screams at deafening volumes until you dare to look. Your eyes flicker to your left and there it is.

Your closet door, seeming to yawn and stretch even in the harsh hue of the overhead light. A closet is always an ominous, odd place and the sounds it may or may not have made cause a great twisting in your stomach. The shine of the knob calls to you with deadly wonder. Begging you to turn the gleaming metal to reveal the darkness behind the bland white door.

It should be inspected shouldn't it? If you ever wanted to sleep soundly you would need to reveal what may lurk in the dark.

Creeping towards the door with baited breath until finally your hand hovers over the knob.

"Open me." It seems to whisper in delighted glee, elated to see your stressed, scared features distort in its polished brass. You retract your fingers as if burned, biting onto your lip as you scrape your large armchair against the wood. Shoving it into place against the closet door.

You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the door until your eyes burn. You turn off the overhead light but keep the soft light of your nightstand lamp on.

You dream fever dreams of flashing lights as a storm passes overhead. Dream of the closet door laughing in the night, of cool fingers pressed into your skin.

Jolting awake you reach for your phone as your senses slowly come to you. Your eyes fly to the armchair in the mid morning light. It rests in the same spot you left it ominously staring at your bed.

Something seems off about it or maybe you just imagine that there is a deep divot in the cushion, as if someone or something sat in the armchair most of the night.

You close your eyes and go over rational explanations. Always bringing back to yourself the same question.

Who in the world would want you?

Bringing you back full circle, that you were getting ahead of yourself. The cart before the horse in a sense and letting your mind race without restraint.

Letting the season of Fall try to creep into your bones and cause an artificial fear.

Still it's not too long after that do the cats avoid your room altogether.

While you choose to do what you've always done, push the problem aside and explain it away.

The phone rings as you're lacing up your running shoes. You pick up the receiver without bringing it to your ear and place it down gently.

It's just a wrong number anyway.

Tonight air bites at your nose, leaves crunching underfoot as wind whips around buildings and trash, carrying with it the promise of a harsh winter to come.

Your feet carry you slowly back to the direction of home as they beat down your normal, safe route.

A right from your little townhome, straight for two blocks before you would find the winding black pavement. It would snake past the backs of homes through some small trees but never a path that was fully hidden.

Always out in the open but giving you the ability to peer into people's lives as you passed. Witnessing dinners, arguments and heated moments of passion. Silently you thanked Kami you were not positioned on this route.

You keep your eyes focused ahead, the music in your ears low to listen for possible passers such as a bike or a better runner than yourself.

You pass a tree that seems thicker than normal, your phone buzzes on your arm band.

An email, it has to be an email.

Yet your mind wanders to those worried texts, lingers on the thoughts of if that tree had always been that wide, if the quickly setting sun had always cast the path in blood red. The maroon leaves flutter overhead, falling to the ground.

More crunching than what you think your feet should produce has you running faster. Forcing yourself not to glance over your shoulder. Your breathing becomes rasped as you borderline sprint home, still the crunching comes closer.

It isn't until someone brushes your shoulder as they pass do you let out a blood curdling scream. Huffing to catch your breath as you take a step back. The jogger, your neighbor from across the street that you occasionally run into, removes his earbud.

"You okay?" He addresses you by your name and suddenly you're embarrassed that you do not know his. He takes your silence as an answer, his brow furrowing.

"I thought you'd be less skittish since your new boyfriend's been coming around." Your mouth goes dry.

"Wh...what?"

"Yea he seems so sweet. He always checks the windows to make sure they are locked at night." He takes in your response and shrugs, "It's getting late. Since I didn't see your boyfriend there yet, I'll jog you home."

The jog home is agonizing,your mind racing far faster than your feet can go.

What did he mean he saw him checking the windows? What boyfriend?

Maybe, maybe he mixed up your house with Denki's again. It's happened once before when he was returning mail. So there was a good chance he was mistaken again.

Still the closer the two of you get to home the worse you feel. A brick sits in your stomach as he jogs in place before your fence. He gives you a knowing smile and a wink as you wave him goodbye.

It isn't until you turn to face your home do you notice it, the white rectangle stark against your black door.

There is an envelope taped to the thick oak, addressed to no one but "My beloved".

You rip it from the wood with ragged breath as you bring it inside. Already you can feel the contents squirming, fidgeting as it waits to be read.

Polaroid photos fall to the hardwood floors, pictures of you running down your favorite path. Blurred images of you walking down the aisles of the grocery store, and even a photo of you taken between the cracks of the fence in your front yard.

There are no more photos after that, at least not this time. Just that fucking letter written in long looping ink You feel the words tighten around your throat as horror wraps its spindly fingers around your guts and yanks them towards the floor.

Your knees threaten to buckle as your eyes rapidly move along the page.

"In these moments you are the most beautiful. Blissfully unaware of prying eyes. In my time I've come to care for you I've noticed I'm not the only one watching. People gaze at you with whispered murmurs, with pitying eyes as they spin tales of your life. Speculating gossip as you prance about the neighborhood. Flaunting in those tight running shorts that hold every godly curve of your thighs and ass. Of the light jacket you leave unzipped so they can get a better view of your bouncing breasts tucked in your black sports bra. I wonder, would they bounce like that when you ride on my cock? Would your hair stick to your forehead like that as I rail you from behind. Would that angelic voice squeak out for more? For me? Ah I'm salivating thinking of it, harder than I've ever been. Please do not wear those out while running. In fact you don't have to run anymore Doll. You just need to let me take care of you God damn it. You little fucking whore. You seductive vixen with your God damned doe eyes. Just...just fucking answer please."

Rage and fear fight for control as you reread the letter for the fourth, fifth time before you finally move. Rage, for once, wins. You slam the door behind you locking the deadbolt before running to the back bedroom. Throwing the heavy chair from the closet door and ripping it open.

Nothing lies within it, just clothes that begin to smell of neglect. Of old running shoes you didn't have the heart to throw away.

Of relief that whoever was sending these letters, these ones that weren't meant for you. Wasn't currently in the house.

The floorboards overhead groan and for a moment you have half a mind to tuck your cats away into their carrier, buy a one way train ticket to bumfuck nowhere and set your house ablaze.

Instead you move the chair back in front of the closet, grabbing things from your back bedroom to start your new life on your couch.

Time passes as the trees become more bare, their spindly fingers reaching out to tap the roof at odd hours of the night.

Tomorrow you promised yourself you would run.

And yet you find yourself dressed, lacing up your shoes before slowly opening the door. Your jacket is zipped all the way up, your hair neatly tied back and just as you step foot out the front door a heavy wind rips through the yard causing Denki's unlatched gate to slam. You jump back startled as your fear clings to you like a second skin. The letter begins to overlap in your head and the polaroid photos you had trashed a few weeks ago burn into your retinas. A faint snap and a whirl comes from close by and suddenly your stomach churns. Bile rushes up your windpipe too quickly, slamming the door shut and running to the bathroom. You barely make it as you dry heave into the porcelain bowl, huffing in the air of fresh toilet water. The smell starts a vicious cycle of nausea until finally your clammy skin begins to cool, pressing yourself to the side of the tub. In your panic your skin becomes sensitive, hyper aware of each stitch in your jacket, your sports bra and your jogging leggings. Your rip at your clothes until you peel them off of you, huffing as you scramble to get into the shower.

It does not matter that the water is not yet hot. Hell it isn't even lukewarm still you find yourself in the stream as it becomes scalding. Scrubbing at your skin with soap over and over and over. Nails pulling away already raw skin until that burning water begins to cool. A floorboard creaks overhead causing your head to snap up. The ceiling holds no secrets and yet no answers until you see it. A small hole, one you aren't sure if it's always been there, gaping from the attic over your shower and bath. It's too dark to tell if there is someone peering down at you from above or not.

Instead of freaking out your head slowly tilts away from the haunting discovery. Turning off the water, opening the curtain and wrapping yourself in a towel. As if it were every day you see something like that, as if it were nothing more than a spider lingering that you'd wish to forget.

It's fine It's always been there

But that would be the last time you would take a shower in that house.

Even though you hardly left your couch, things would still go missing in yourself. Things like the remote or one of your hundreds of phone charger cords. Even documents to cases but you didn't care, couldn't care. Otherwise you would break. Shatter.

Your days consisted of lying on the couch and consuming an ungodly amount of television. Doing so until your eyes burned although you begged them to stay open. Sadly everyone needed sleep and so you did. Giving into exhaustion as your eyes fluttered closed and your body weak, relaxing into the comfort of the couch.

Hours are lost to you so you dream and dream. Of a better time or of yourself in one of your files to dissect. Giving yourself that perfect bird's eye view and wondering how the victim never saw it coming.

In your dream you feel something along your face, smooth fingertips trace down your cheek over and over at a lulling pace.

"So perfect." A whispered serenade melding in with a snap and a whirl. A flash of lightning from a passing storm.

Except there was no storm coming in.

Your eyes snap open as you jerk to a sitting position frantically looking around the room. When your eyes find nothing you allow your beating heart to settle back into your numbed state, more than ready to melt into the couch.

Until your stomach growls forcing you to focus on a new problem.

When was the last time you ate? Your stomach had long forgotten about food, choosing to conserve energy in case you needed to run from whatever the hell it was in your head.

Forgoing dressing you place your hand on the knob, wallet in hand. Two sets of glowing eyes watch you from beneath the couch. Twisting the metal to yank the door open you are greeted with cold fall air. The wind whips hair into your face as your mind quickly wanders. You half imagined a man to be standing in the middle of the street. Mouth stretched too far over gleaming teeth, lips parting enough as the wind brings with it the sound of your name.

Frantically you move your hair from your face, eyes searching up and down the street to find no one, nothing.

As it should be at 10am on a weekday. Suddenly the weight of going outside sits on your shoulders, despite the convenience store being a ten minute walk both ways, the thought of you going alone scared you. Slowly you shut the door, falling to your knees before lying face down on your floor openly sobbing.

A creaking board sends you back to high alert, you remove your jacket and decide to order take out instead.

The knocking at your front door jolts you awake, the TV drones in the background with hazed over words as you quickly come to. Heart slamming into your chest before your stomach growls loudly. Right, food.

Your hand hovers over the knob as if suddenly you cannot move, as if the person on the other side of the door is an imposter lying in wait. Another knock comes at the door, he announces who he works for which eases your phobia a bit. You swallow thickly before finally opening the door, hands sweating as the anticipation of the identity of the stranger on your porch.

He seems to check out, his outfit covered in logos for your takeout restaurant of choice, car labeled as such as well. He holds the receipt towards you. His eyes wander over the face of the house, giving you sudden chills.

The question falls from your numb lips.

"D...do you see anyone in the windows?" The delivery guy visibly jarrs, eyes darting to the windows of your room and the living room. Suddenly his face changes as a knowing smile spreads on his lips.

"This is a prank isn't it? For Halloween right?" He chuckles, but when he sees the pen shaking in your grip his face goes stone cold. Eyes darting to your left, to the bedroom windows. He taps the paper, indicating where you need to sign, you take a moment to do so.

The old rotary phone screams from the living room, making you both jump.

"Guess I better get that." You gesture, grabbing for your food. He nods affirmation before stepping off of your small porch a little too quickly.

You slam the front door, appetite washed away by each shrill of the small bell. Hesitantly you reach for it, you have to know, need to know who could be on the other side.

The receiver is cold against your ear, the other line is quiet, although you can hear something soft in the background.

Talking, it sounds familiar, like an echo or almost as if there is a delay. It almost sounds like the same commercial that's playing on your TV right now.

Gently you set the phone down, the soft click echoes in the space around you. You sit on the couch before lying, covering yourself in your blanket as your takeout sits by the door, forgotten.

It wouldn't be too long before it begins to rot, almost as quickly as you.

The phone rings

And rings

And rings.

Nightly in fact, for the next few weeks as you cry silently trying to ignore the sound. Turning up the TV as loud as it can go, 24/7 until finally the speakers blow and you are left with nothing but that shrill shriek. The demand of the small plastic item that was meant to bring to a comforting memory from the past comes more often. Every four hours, every three hours, every hour until finally when it comes to an end it breathes again.

Screaming into the night tearing away your hearing, your sanity until finally you get up from your spot on the couch. Clothes falling away from your frame as they had grown in the time you sat. The time that you watched.

Each step is agonizing as sobs rack through your body, shaking hands making it hard to reach for the cool receiver.

You press it to your ear and for a final time your mind attempts logic. It is just an automated telemarketer, a glitch or determined program but the thought crumbles as your ears strain to hear the soft breath on the other line.

"Please…please stop." You sob into the receiver when no one speaks. The silence deafening as your mind can no longer keep with the charade.

That everything is okay and has always been okay. That the red flags you studied for a living were never there, washed away by your feigned ignorance.

"Finally got a response out of you." A velvet voice chimes, agitation lacing his syllables, "Gods, I just cannot wait to have you. It was worth it you know? Living in your walls for months."

"Why are you doing this?" Your voice barely a whisper, a soggy huff more than anything.

"I'm glad you asked." You body goes rigid, a haze blankets your mind and smothers the scream tearing up your throat.

"Now walk out the door to me. Don't worry I'll bring your cats back to our home later."

You hang up the phone, body moving on it's own as you walk towards the front door. A door you had chosen to avoid and for good reason. But you should have known the danger lied within these four walls. Although your body feels heavy it moves normally despite you trying to fight it. Or as best you can with your worn down mind.and will. It is not as joyous as a moment for you and it is for the man in the street. His lilac hair is illuminated in the moonlight while his amethyst eyes glow iridescent. His smile is as you imagined, twisted and screwed up in such a way it makes your stomach churn. Lips stretched out almost too far over gleaming white teeth. Your face does not reflect your horror as it stays neutral, only your eyes give you way as tears fall from your cheeks.

The answer was there, under your nose, the devil in the details that you normally saw with your bird's eye view. One you didn't have the luxury of for your own story.

"Come now pet. It's time I finally teach you about what it means to be mine."

EPILOGUE

Everything is hazed over and slow, as if watching an old silent movie through the static and snow of the screen. Trying to read their lips to figure out what they are saying only for the text box to come too late.

"Perfect. Now get on your knees kitten. Open wide." You follow his orders numbly body moving on it's own as he smiles down at you. "God, you're so so perfect."

Long fingers tug at his belt before the shrill of a ring tone cuts through the silence. It is the same sound of your rotary phone at home except with an added element. The foreign sound of your whimpers and pleads for the phone to stop can just barely be heard. He looks down at the cell phone and answers.

"Denki, Baby I know I said I would come tonight. I'm just running late okay?" Amethyst eyes rove over to you and it is then that it hits you. The horror of the realization is like ice water dumped over you as you put two and two together.

The first time you saw him, visiting your neighbor over a year ago. It was such a quick exchange, eye contact and nothing more as his lips were pressed to Denki's.

Your mouth goes dry as it hangs open, slowly it becomes uncomfortable.

He changes his voice to sound like someone else's, someone with a gruff deeper tone.

"Oi quit talking to dunce face so we can finish this shit!" He removed the device from his mouth

"I'll be home after this patrol. Love you bye."

He tosses the phone before gripping your chin to spit into your mouth, his hand rests on the hem of his pants.

"Now...where was I?"

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sad-baddie001 · 3 years

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Don’t say that

ADULTS ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Warning: yandere nsfw

Yn POV

Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. Days turn to months and it all becomes one big long blur of years. Stuck in a relationship all because I love this man. He pushes and pushes and I still stay because I love him. Tonight he pushed too far and he knows it.

Tonight was my best friends engagement party but I just told him it was just a party. Everything was fine and going so well. Tomura wasn't in a bad mood and everything was moving along nicely until her now fiancé got down on his knee and proposed to her. I saw him begin to bubble over.

Everyone cheered and applauded but he began scratching. It started out slow but then was the laughter. Everyone got quiet as Tomura's laughter filled the room. All eyes fell on the two of us— something I despise— before the 'groom' spoke up.

"Is there something wrong." Tomura's laughter died down a little as he spoke.

"I just find it really funny. Yn, why would you even bring me to this shit?" The groom to be immediately frowned and got upset.

"You got a problem there buddy?" He asked cause if Tomura to peer up through his hair with one of his hands flying toward the groom to his face. Tomura's hand latched to his face leaving only his pinkie up.

"Do you? One small movement without a thought and I could dust majority of the people at this shit show." A sinister cackle left his lips as I grabbed onto his arm.

"No!" He directed his red fiery glare toward me. "Let's just go home baby." I caressed his arm slowly slipping my hand into his as I began turning and walking out. I dragged him with me not stopping for a second. He snatched his hand out of mine and slid it back into his pocket, chuckling as I continued to storm off.

The car ride home was long and silent. The elevator ride to the top however was the opposite. As soon as the doors shut I couldn't contain it anymore.

"You had no right to behave like that and you know it."

"Me? Did you see the way they all acted?" I scoffed at his ignorant response. "Oh yeah Tomura, it's so bad for people to be happy for someone else!"

"Those cheesy fuckers were acting so phony! You expected me to—." I turned to him pointing my finger in his face as I spoke.

"No! No Tomura! You know what it is? You can't be happy for someone else! Everything is Tomura need this and Shigi want that but did you ever fucking stop to think 'hmm, maybe I should at least pretend to be happy so I don't embarrass yn?' No! You fucking didn't because you're fucking selfish!"

The elevator doors opened to our penthouse suite and I turned storming out.

"Don't say that." His voice followed behind me. I removed my earrings as I walked. "Oh no Tomura I mean it, I really do mean it."

"Don't say that." This time his voice was deeper and gruffier. "You're too selfish to be happy for others. You're just jealo—."

I turned around coming face to face with Tomura. My throat came into contact with one of his hands as he towered over me. "Jealous? We're you about to say jealous? I've let you nag me for far too long. Maybe I am a little jealous. You want to know why? It's always been a dream of mine to put a ring on this beautiful, supple hand of yours." He slowly caresses my hand as I was slightly lifted onto my tippy toes by the hand around my throat. "So what if I am fucking jealous? I want that; I want that with you. I want it all and I'm going to have it. So what do you say, huh sweetheart?" His grip tightened around my throat as he got down on one knee. He slithered his coarse, dry hand across mine slipping my hand into his as he went into his pocket. He pulled out the most beautiful ring I could have ever dreamed of as my face became flush. He cleared his throat as he stared into my eyes.

"Will you be mine?"

Beginning to lose breath I nodded frantically as a rush of emotions ran through me. "Yes. Y-yes." I choked out. He cackled loudly in an almost menacing way as my vision began to fade. My throat was released as I felt myself falling over only to be caught by Tomura. I was allowed one breath before his lips captured mine in a kiss. The lipgloss coating my lips now smeared onto our mouths as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. The smell and taste of alcohol from the party heavy on his breath as he slipped the ring onto my finger.

He pulled away as he stood us both up. His hands started at the bottom of my dress easing its way up, grabbing handfuls of the fabric. He began trailing heavy kisses around my neck.

"Well now that that's established, how about you show me what my beautiful new toy can do?" All of his hands ripped my dress to shreds. Multiple hands gripped onto various parts of my body: my throat, ass, thighs, wrist, tummy. He pushed me slowly toward the bed as his kisses reached my shoulders and his hands caressed my tits. He sat on the bed and ceased his kissing as he pushed me down to my knees.

"I'm here to serve you. What would you like master?" Completely playing into his power kink I earned a gruff, sexy chuckle from him. He leaned forward putting his elbow on his knee as he grabbed my face.

"Don't think I'm going to call you a good girl so easily. You need to earn it. Got it?"

"Yes master, I understand." He leaned back as I placed my hand on his thigh. I gathered all the saliva I could in my mouth and opened wide, letting it coat his thick cock as I stared up at him. His semi chapped lips turned up into a smirk as I wrapped my hand around his cock. I slowly moved my hand up and down in a twisting motion. His eyes were now focused on my hand stroking his girth. Low grunts left his lips.

"I wanna see you play with those nipples." I pinched my nipples as moans escaped my lips. Precum mixed with the saliva coated his length as I continued to stroke. I scooted closer on my knees as the hands spread my legs apart. I sped up as he began fucking my hand. I opened my mouth as his tip kissed my tongue. I pushed my head down further sucking him into my mouth completely. He stopped as the hand around my neck pushed me back.

"Did I say you could suck me off yet you little slut? Since you're so impatient how about I pick up the pace?" He stood up and shoved his cock between my lips. He pushed as far as he could, bottoming out in my throat as I stuck out my tongue to lick his balls. He gathered my hair away from my face and began fucking my mouth ruthlessly. Every time he thrusted his cock into my mouth it eased down my throat earning small gags from me. He fucked my face faster than before as I drolled all over the place. My hands were being held behind my back as he towered over me.

He laughed at me as he spoke. "You love it right? Don't you just love when I fuck that pretty little face of yours? And don't you love when I squeeze that slutty little throat of yours." One of his hands came into contact with my throat again squeezing as he slid deeper. "Because I know I do" he groaned out as I choked down the thick length in my throat.

His thrust became rapid as one of his hands traveled down to my clit rubbing it in circles. I began to lose breath without a moment to gasp even a little. Moans escaped my stuffed mouth as I got closer and closer to cumming. He pulled his erection out of my mouth allowing me to breath for a moment. The hand binding mine released me as a devious smile played on Tomura's lips.

"I wanna see you put those hands to work. If you want what comes next you've gotta earn it. You better hurry it up because I'm getting really fucking inpatient and you wouldn't want that." He grabbed my hair tugging it to look up at him completely. "And don't let those eyes wander."

I slid one hand down to my clit beginning to rub small circles as I grabbed his hardness with the other. "Yes master, as you wish." I used my hand to message his fluid covered cock. He thrust into my hand a few times glaring at me as if to speed up. I picked up the pace as I moaned rubbing my clit faster. He began to fuck my hand as I moved it in a twisting motion staring him in his fiery eyes.

"Sh-shigi-." He tightened his grip on my roots intensifying the arousal I already felt. "What the fuck did you just call me? Hahahahh! Allow me to remind you of our dynamic." Pulling me by my hair he swung me around and rested the back of my head on the side of the bed. He grabbed my hands holding them above my head on the mattress. He roughly pushed his thickness into my mouth as I gagged from the sudden feeling. He leaned over me supporting himself on the bed as he fucked my face with no mercy. Feeling him begin to twitch in my mouth I glanced up at him. He grabbed my hands and caressed them across his face as his hips stuttered.

"You want it? Huh? You want to swallow my cum don't you? Of corse a filthy cum dumpster wants it however she can get it. You're the selfish one." He grunted out as his pace sped up. "Well tonight you get to be selfish. You can have all the cum you want baby, you don't even have to ask." As soon as he finished his sentence my mouth filled with his semen. I immediately swallowed as he pulled out. "We'll look at you not making a mess or wasting any time. Don't worry my selfish lover there's more where that came from."

He leaned down helping me onto the bed halfway only to push my legs up into the air. He rubbed his swollen head over my second set of lips as I bit my lip. "This is the only time I'll allow you to be this selfish. I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted starting here and now." His bulging head slid into my wetness stretching my hungry cunt. Loud swears and moans left my lips as I tried to cope with the little time I had to adjust before all his hands grabbed hold of me. There was a hand around my throat, two smacking my ass, one for each breast and Tomura took care of my clit himself.

Pinching, squeezing, slapping. The stimulation I was receiving was far too much. My body heat rose as I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. I released all over Tomura spraying him with my juices, but that didn't stop him. He fucked me through my orgasm ignoring my whimpers for mercy.

"Aaaagh! I'm tired of your fucking whimpering. I'm not finished yet. Don't you enjoy being selfish? Isn't it a rush? Hahahahaha." Another hand shoved two fingers into my mouth. "Suck" he demanded. I did as told as I began to see spots. The knot in my stomach began to tighten again as his hips stuttered. Feeling my walls squeeze him tighter than the first time I stiffened as I came for the second time.

Lathering my sensitive bud with more of our fluids he rubbed my clit with slight pressure as I felt his dick twitch inside of me. I began fucking myself against his cock as I I chased my third orgasm of the night. Tomura cackled pushing his stringy, sweaty, wet hair away from his face.

"Finally showing your true colors huh? You're a selfish little slut and you know it." His hips sped up as he pressed harder on my g spot. Pressing down on my stomach I creamed all over his thick cock. My body shook frantically as I was barely able to form words. Tomura followed behind me filling me up with his seed prolonging both our orgasms. He collapsed on top of me removing all his hands before pulling out. Through struggled breaths I spoke.

"I'm not selfish, and you just proved my point several times over." He let out a breathy chuckle. "Whatever, we're both selfish and we're going to have it all."

End

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yandere-mha · 4 years

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Character Guide/analysis

So no one asked for this and I know I have a lot of much better prompts to get to that have been requested by you guys (sowwy <3) but I just wanted to establish a guide for what I personally think each yandere on my fave list’s most distinctive traits about their characterization that you’d have to deal with should you have the misfortune honor of earning their fixated obsession. This is mostly just a reference for both myself and you guys if you want something specific to be mentioned in a scenario/HC post. I may add or redact things from this list from time to time.

TW: ABUSE KIDNAPPING, SELF HARM MENTION, SUICIDE THREAT MENTION.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Dabi: paranoid jealousy caused by insecurity, unstable mood/neurotic, lack of identity, made uncomfortable by self accountability, selfishness/everything is about him, loneliness, superiority complex, lack of trust/defensiveness, self destructive and suicidal tendencies, tendency to switch between patronizing and seeing you as the perfect being/black and white views, pride for his ambitions/emphasis on the importance of having a purpose, his hypocrisy/tendency to call you criticisms that are true about himself, his shifting between being extremely non-verbal/to-the-point and going on psychotic tangents, his tendency to both be very plan-oriented and act without thinking, his need for your full attention, disregard for your personal possessions, lack of social tact/will say or do one thing and mean another, emphasis on revenge/doesn’t easily forgive, lacks social and emotional intelligence, easily annoyed, optimism about the future/naturally hopeful disposition, and touch starved.

Hawks: paranoid protectiveness/hero complex, loneliness, twisted priorities, self sacrificing (martyr complex), lack of a sense of identity, cold demeaner/emotional exhaustion, extreme alertness and anxiety, prone to rushed movement, a need to feel safe and calmed, tendency to stare, an underlying wish to be more like you, a desire to make you feel comfortable, tendency to take on responsibility for difficult tasks, fear of himself, fear of being like his father, tendency to stalk, anxiety looks like anger, and low self esteem.

Shigaraki: emphasis on loyalty/trust issues, low self esteem, shame in voicing his feelings, emphasis on revenge/doesn’t easily forgive, need to feel babied/mom issues, touch starved, need to feel in control, a need to feel understood/listened to, a need for the ability to relate to you, nervous ticks, the change of your relationship with time/his progressing maturity, a need to root for the underdog, a need for emotional support and community, craving and fear of emotional connection, a fear of showing weakness, protective.

Tamaki: social anxiety/timidness, self sacrificing caused by low self esteem, tendency for suicidal threats and self harm, tendency to worship/see you as the perfect being, refusal to touch you, tendency to monologue about how much he loves you/how terrible he is, extreme guilt, sensitive/easily trigged neurosis, his tendency to grab objects and damage them by clutching it too hard, his tendency to stare/barley restrained desire to touch you, fear of rejection/being judged, protective from other people and himself, sees himself as the ultimate sinner (Eve who eats the apple), easily emotionally manipulated, tendency to cry, likes people who are opposite of himself.

Twice: Touch starved, desperate need for community/emotional connection, an emphasis on looks (not vain but fixated on your physical traits), wants to feel loved and cared for, thinks you can do no wrong, easily trusting/manipulated, wears his heart on his sleeve, sensitive/easily heart broken, tendency to cry, self sacrificing, protective (not jealous), more lenient, highly emotional, friendly and loyal, highly devoted yet dependent, dependent on people’s view of him/values your opinion over his own, sees you as his reason for living, lack of a sense of personal identity/individuality.

Fatgum: Emphasis on conventional family and parenthood, sees himself as the perfect husband/father, odd relationship with gender roles, highly delusional, doesn’t want to be seen or made feel like a bad person, emphasis on food/emotionally bonds with food and the act of cooking, doesn’t like change, highly protective, wants to see you act happy and admire him, doesn’t take guilt or reality checks well, smothering affection, lack of accountability, forgets his own strength/hurts you accidently, uses passive threats and intimidating body language, thinks of himself a lenient but is controlling, demands your time and attention, lack of self awareness.

Stain: Tendency for worship, very controlling/thinks he knows what’s best for you, protective, impatient when you whine, feels underlying guilt, not cuddly but doesn’t respect your boundaries, very non-verbal, only speaks out of utter importance, adoring of heroics yet despises hero society, thinks of himself as a selfless martyr, is actually very self centered, his opinion is the only right opinion, intolerant of most people, has a black and white view, highly strategic and plan-oriented, independent, tendency to patronize while also having an unrealistically high opinion of you, very high standards, untrusting of others and yourself, tendency to use his quirk on you, paranoid of betrayal, tendency to stalk.

Aizawa: Hides shyness by intimidation, very protective, very stern with rules, tendency to test your loyalty, untrusting, emphasis on fatherhood, mostly non-verbal affection, emotionally exhausted/socially anxious, craves emotional and social comfort/fears rejection and being judged, has a staring problem but doesn’t like when you stare, respects your physical boundaries/won’t force affection, tendency to stalk, doesn’t like to be smothered, will leave anonymous gifts, made anxious by affection yet craves it, anxiety looks like anger.

Overhaul: unaware of his self hatred, hypocrisy/tendency to call you criticisms that are true about himself, perfectionism/germaphobia, views you as an object, cold and uncaring, highly critical, strategic/plan oriented, doesn’t like surprises, god complex, self-centered, power-hungry and controlling, fear of looking weak, highly manipulative, violent but doesn’t get sadistic unless you betray him, total disregard for your feelings and physical comfort, loves you but isn’t in love with you, sees you as a valuable object to preserve, emphasis on manners/respect from you, patronizing, doesn’t like others complaining.

Miruko: sadistic, emotional, lack of self restraint/acts without thinking, prone to sentimentality, highly competitive/superiority complex, not prone to anger, doesn’t take many things seriously, needs constant stimulation/easily bored, high libido, easy going, fear of showing weakness, prone to bragging/talking herself up, prone to rebellious behavior, lacks emotional intelligence, likes to be challenged, very talkative, will talk over you/not listen to what you have to say, has a short attention span.

Geten: violent temper/easily angered, fear of abandonment, fear of showing weakness to others, fear of betrayal, easily embarrassed, plan-oriented/doesn’t like surprises, highly devoted, unfriendly, mostly non-verbal affection, trusting of only you, earnest, lacks a sense of humor, sensitive/easily insulted, touch starved, tendency to use quirk in extreme anger, highly emotional, irrational only in anger, prone to tears of anger.

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therealmintedmango · 4 years

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Cerberus - Part One

Summary: ...”An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?...”

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Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Beta Read By: @justanothergirlfromeurope Thank you so much my darling for helping me with this! You are wonderful! Thank you! 💖

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 5,379

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

It’s late July in the afternoon, the hot sun baking boils on exposed skin if you are a brave enough soul to show any flesh. The cicadas cry, the large winged beasts screaming into the scorching air, sounding like terrible, angry monsters. My giggles cut through the loud droning of the winged beetles, pleased to my core I even let out an unladylike snort, shoulders shaking as Seungkwan tells the group of us a joke. I sit with a few of my brothers - the princes of the land in which father rules - in the shade of the maple when the laughing ceases as a shadow blocks the sun from roasting us further. The younger crowd of my brothers and I look up to see it is men from the king’s court, walking over to our shady spot in the garden, solemn features, shiny hats, and a loyalty to my father is the only thing they share.

They say that mother has passed.

My brother Minghao gets up and asks where the older kin of boys are. The advisors tell him as he barks at us to stay here. The castle, they say. Infection, they say. Seokmin gasps, the bright smile like mother’s downturned at the news. Seungkwan’s joyful attitude dies. Vernon covers his face with his hands, a sob ripping from his throat. Youngest of my thirteen brothers, Chan, clings to me suddenly, tears welling in his large brown orbs as I hold him steadfast.

The food sitting in my stomach feels rotten and cursed all of a sudden. All the sound dies from my ears, my mouth hangs open as the breath escapes me.

Infection they say? How could they say such a thing? She was never ill, I think as people are running in and out of the castle, screaming and crying—something I wish I could do at this moment. I flinch, hearing my most vicious brother - Soonyoung - bellow a sound I wasn’t aware he was able to produce.

I feel the same, but only in my heart for my lips cannot utter even a simple, single whisper.

I was never close with mother even being the only daughter she had out of the fourteen children she created over the years with father when she was fertile - the only job a woman of nobility has in these times. And when she is finished having many children she is to still retain her youthful appearance which she did easily.

They said that she gave her children a little piece of herself when she birthed us all. Chan has her sparkling eyes, Seokmin her smile, Junhui has her high cheekbones, Soonyoung has her unbreakable spirit, Minghao has her sharp tongue, Jeonghan has her cunning brain, Jihoon has her feisty attitude, Mingyu has her ability to be understanding and kind in the midst of her fire and passion, Seungkwan retains her strange sense of humor, Wonwoo got her cool intelligence, Vernon got her uncanny skill to be so young but so strong at the same time, Seungcheol has her unyielding stride, and Joshua her wit. And they say that I am a twin of my mother physically: her hair, her body type, her smile, eyes, her wide hips, sharp shoulders, feet, hands, legs, and even my fingernails.

I only wish I had her spirit and fire my brothers bear, but perhaps they took it all before I was created in her belly? They say that children suck precious things out of you. Did I take everything else from her? Was my guilt eating me alive?

My father, the king of this land, kept her locked away most of the time in the high tower of the west portion of the castle. I don’t know much about father but I know he is easily jealous. He wants the best whatever that may be: the most children, the best cloaks, the best military, the cleanest streets, the shiniest coins, the happiest peasants, the most beautiful queen in all of the land. Father hated when mother would talk to anyone that wasn’t close kin at dinner time or when we went to the market when she would merely look at the fruit seller man. She would be gone for days, no trace of her for a week or so, emerging with tired eyes, brushing the stray hairs from my face as she smiled sadly at me. Little did I know there was no fruit seller in the cobblestone market either.

Still, my heart aches for a mother I had and hardly ever knew.

The sound of the boisterous cicadas fills my ears, hearing returning to normal as brothers Jeonghan and Joshua come to collect us shortly after that, faces made of what looks like stone.

It has been many moons since mother has passed. The air that was once ripe with colors and sounds is quieter now. It’s cool, my peacoat and shawl wrapped around me when I roam the garden in the afternoon with a different brother each day. It’s almost time for a harvest moon which comes in a week, Wonwoo told me on our walk yesterday. The demons and goblins of the underworld are said to have sprung up from the dirt and mud during these times. We sent mother away on a burning ship out to sea so I can’t help but wonder if mother is in the sky, the ground, or the sea still.

My brother Soonyoung and I walk quietly together, the brown leaves crunching under our boots. It is a rare time when his voice is still. I know he is pondering what to say to me.

What can one say to me?

I love them deeply though, their touch and affection they still bring to me after each day. Sun up to sun down they coddle me. They have always coddled me, even the elder ones who are fit and strong and ready to be wed treat me as if I am a babe. I used to hate feeling like this, like I am small and unimportant, a babe who needs protecting. The only daughter the king has ever had. One of fourteen. I am no one to my father, to his people. But to my brothers now I see, I am their youngest sister. Something they only have one of. They cling tighter to me emotionally and physically now that mother is no longer here.

I will take this feeling and hold onto it. I am important to them for that is why they treat me this way.

The sound of horse hooves clattering up the path behind startles me. Soonyoung shields me, pulling me into his warm chest. I am comforted and protected.

“Prince Soonyoung, Princess.” The captain speaks monotone. They do not call my name for I am a woman. Even of nobility and the pride of my brothers, I have no name besides my title.

The captain’s lips move. I have no idea if what I heard was true. Soonyoung snarls and tells them that it's preposterous and evil and to shoo before he cuts them with his blade attached to his hip. They turn on their stallions and leave, a fog rolling into the garden as I feel hot and confused.

Did I hear them correctly?

They say that father wants to marry me.

They say that he will never be able to find a bride as beautiful and as perfect as my mother. They said that I will wed at sunset tomorrow.

It is my turn to be made of stone as I fall into darkness. My breath is gone, a warm exhale hits the cool air, leaving my lips in a wisp before I pass out in my middle brother’s strong arms.

When I awaken, my eldest brother, Prince Seungcheol, is heard pleading with my father in the political hall. His usually calm voice echoes against the rock of the building, the fire crackling in his basins as my thirteen brothers all object to me being my father's next bride. His brows are kit, furrowed as his lips speak my thoughts for me while father watches with mild amusement, seated at his holy throne.

“She is not ready to be wed! She has not even bled yet!” He remarks, flinging his hands out to his sides. Little do they know, I have, I have just kept it a secret, becoming a woman is nobody's business but my own. “She is your daughter! Think, father! Think! How the kingdom will hate you for that! It is vile!” His voice cracks, tears swim in his brown eyes as my brothers shake their heads in agreement.

Yes. How vile indeed, I think watching them all silently behind a pillar from above the hall.

Father gets up with a wretched smile stretched upon his lips. I take a few steps forward, uncloaking myself from the secrets of the darkness in my nightgown a maid must have dressed me in, looking over the stone railing. “She is our littlest sister! Our only sister! She deserves to be married for love and only love-“

SLAP.

I gasp as my stomach pits into itself. My brothers flinch.

“How dare you talk like this to me, Seungcheol!” Father spits, anger flashing in his eyes like the fire in the torch basins. “She is a woman. She has no rights no matter who and what she is. She belongs to me.”

“How dare you treat Y/N like an object and not like your daughter!” Soonyoung snarls, mothers fire lit inside of him like the hot sun. He is brilliant and strong like a tiger who burns through the forest in his powerful wake.

Father raises his hand striking Soonyoung across his cheek with a sound that echoes in the corners of the hall. Something falls from his hands, though its clanking sound is covered up from the shouts that follow.

“How dare you thirteen boys!” Father is shouting, my feet are moving on their own, rushing down the stairs to my brothers. “All of you are utterly worthless!” He shouts as Mingyu, the tallest brother, rage ablaze on his face as he moves toward the king, arms raised as he acts like he is about to slap father.

Please, don’t! Is what I want to say, but I cannot.

“Guards!” My father shouts into the hall as they come running in at his command. “Flog them all hundred lashes each!” He smiles a wicked smile as I run up to the scene with the ones carrying swords and pointed sticks. “And if they make a sound give them ten more!”

My brothers are being beaten and detained and my heart is breaking into fragile glass as the noise and blood coming from their mouths is too much to bear.

I do the only thing I can do.

It is my turn to protect my brothers.

Please mother, give me all your strength to stand up to this vile, evil man who surely killed you for the sport of it. My gut twists thinking of the peril I may face rising to the challenge that is our father.

“Stop!” I say, my voice shaking as the next few seconds feel like hours and the eyes of all the men in the hall are on me. I walk toward my weathered and old looking father as he smirks a devilish grin down at me ascending the steps to his throne.

“Father please, I beg you: I will marry you and do whatever you say, as long as you let them go now.” My voice does not shake now. My voice is calm and steady. Mother’s spirit fills me at this moment as I speak up to my father. Before this, I have not spoken to him before this for what feels like eons until now.

“No!” Several of my brothers yell as I stand in false confidence, inhaling the iron from the red liquid that fills the hall. “No! No! No!” They shout as I stand in front of the man that doesn’t see me as a daughter. I am an object to him, whether I like it or not.

He smiles, stroking his wiry, grey beard as he sits back on his golden chair, cloaks draped over his shoulders pool and spill over the seat behind him.

“Whatever you say?” Father quips and I nod, hands balling into fists onto my sides, nails that are not mine dig into skin that is also not mine. “Then strip.”

My eyes grow wide, my lips part in shock, my blood which is mine boils, white-hot and merciless trapped in this skin that should belong to my mother.

“Father, please!” Jeonghan, my father’s son and second eldest, pleads now. “Be reasonable!”

“She said anything, boys.” My father, the ugly worm that he is, states calmly.

“Should a virgin be seen like this before she is wed?” Joshua makes a good point while father rips his pupils away from me as Jihoon, smart bugger that he is, recites the article of the kingdom where it is unlawful for a virgin to be seen in such a state before she is made another man’s woman.

Father scoffs as he says, “Flog them two hundred times if they don’t like-“

“No.” I say, holding my ground, brushing hair out of my face. All eyes on me again as Chan starts crying. “I will do what you wish.”

“Then do it!” Father shouts, banging his fist on the arm of the golden seat as he gets up. “Do it now and if anyone makes a noise: I will behead you.”

I do it. I find the buttons on my yellow nightgown, my hands do not shake or waver as I shake the comfortable garment from my shoulders. My slip is the only thing that covers me now. My brothers close their eyes, look away, Chan choking on his sobs but the only thing I can hear is the roar of the crackling of fire. I step out of my nightgown, walking up to my father's throne. I see it. Glinting in the torch light. A stray blade lies upon the steps close to the devil king that is my flesh and blood.

Praise the gods for the viscous middle brother I have.

I step out of my white slip now, distracting the men who have their wicked eyes set upon me, hungry wolves ready to take any meat they can. I hold my father’s gaze as it travels down my body, making sure he does not look upon what my right hand is doing.

I have it. I move quickly, the spirit of my mother now fully alive inside of the body that is said not to be mine.

But now it’s mine.

I am not a disrespectful child nor have I lashed out against my parents ever. I followed the rules without exception, never spoke out of turn and always let my older brothers go first for treats and presents. Always. I am a slave to my family and the system that I was born into. The ugly demons and snaggle-toothed goblins are really alive and well during this time as my brothers have said. The scent of strong ale hits my nose the closer I get. Maybe the beings of the underworld have possessed him? I am looking for a way out, a way to logically justify the way father is. But no. I know the real answer.

This man is evil. Has always been evil. And he needs to be stopped.

I am not a killer. But I am sick of the mistreatment of my family. I know my father killed my mother. There was no infection. None.

Like a crazy witch with eyes burning like white-hot coals, whose blood is singeing to be set free, I plunge the pointed blade into my father’s throat.

Blood spurts from his neck, squirting against my bare flesh, his eyes roll back as he gurgles profanity, my body blazing as my whole existence is overcome with the desire to end this cycle of corrupt injustice.

“Run!” Vernon shouts as the guards descend in my direction. I drop the blade in haste, my brothers scream for me to run away as the guards scream mutiny.

And I do.

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-Somewhere deep within the neighboring wood...-

“I’m hungry.” A clear tenor tone sounds off in the dark wood, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he resumes a human form in all his naked glory. Hoseok’s lithe body full of sweat glistens under the moonlight as he reaches for his purple cloaks under the large tree in the middle of the bog they just finished running around in.

“Me as well, brother.” A deep bass vibrates off the trunks of the thick trees, his wolf form morphing into his handsome, tan body.

“Taehyung, Hoseok.” A soft voice wafts through the air. “We aren’t to feast before the full moon.” The eldest quips, melting from his shiny fur, shaking his dark locks free from his collar as he dresses under the almost pregnant moon.

“I can’t wait.” The second eldest grunts as he comes into the torch light that was burning on the stump next to their favorite tree. “The air is ripe with so much wildlife tonight.” He wets the edges of his lips, the thought of fresh, pink, juicy flesh at the forefront of his mind as well as his brothers.

“Where are Jungkook and Jimin?” Namjoon growls as he quickly morphs into his tall self, sweaty skin glistening under the light from the mother moon. Their run through the dense wood was very fruitful in the sense that they let loose and got a lot of pent up energy out of their bodies.

“Weren’t they behind you, Yoongi?” Seokjin questions as he scoops up the younger one’s clothes in his arms, signaling Taehyung and Namjoon to take the torch light. Yoongi shakes his white hair back and forth with a solemn grunt. “Very well,” Seokjin nods, twitching his nostrils in the air. “Hoseok, you have the loudest howl. Will you please call for the troublemakers?”

The man with the hair as bright as cherry pie chuckles right before he sucks in a large breath. The third eldest bellows a howl that will be heard throughout the wood surely.

They wait with bated breath for two of the younger brothers to respond. The wind whips around them carrying the smell of fallen, rotting leaves, thick moisture in the atmosphere, and the odor of something unfamiliar in the air. They all exchange looks in the torches' soft, orange glow. Something doesn’t feel right.

The five brothers start to become uneasy. Taehyung shifts on his feet. Yoongi wets the edges of his lips more. Namjoon shifts his eyes between his brothers, swallowing uncomfortably. Hoseok frowns, kicking a few leaves in the dirt as he waits for the brothers to return his call.

After another moment or two, the second eldest bristles, anger flashing in his amber orbs. “I swear if those wild banshees from the Twicelands have set another trap for us in our forest-“

The white-haired brother is cut off by the sudden cry of both of his brothers they were in search of, coming east off the dense bog.

“Come quickly!” Jimin yelps, his higher pitch ringing around the wood. “Come see brothers!”

Meanwhile, Jungkook only utters one word that has the brothers taking off like bats out of the deep trenches of hell. “Mate!”

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My skin is on fire, my fingertips numb, and my feet hurt as I run naked from the castle into the blackness of the night.

I escaped through the kitchens, not a sane soul awake at this hour so I quietly slipped through the cracks. I hear more yelling and shouting but I cannot slow down. The blood of my father drips down my naked body, making me feel like a painted warrior.

A shout is heard from the stable. The men on my father’s court call my name but it is not a happy sound. It is a sound of lies, of deceit, of pain they want to inflict upon me. I shudder when I hear Soonyoung scream a throaty battle cry into the evening air, on his way to find these men and rip them limb from limb surely.

Under the almost full, pregnant moon, a blood bath is occurring in the usually peaceful castle.

I trip on an exposed root from a tree beyond the stables. When I gather myself, pushing up off the ground, I see a bed sheet hanging from a line out to dry and I snatch it from the air. I tie it, tugging it around myself loosely, giving my legs room to carry me off into the thick wood that lines the backside of the castle.

Dread and fear taint my senses as I pad along the brush barefoot, trying to maintain a quietness even though I am running. The fallen leaves crunch underfoot, the earth cold. My naked body starts to shiver, the adrenaline of my actions wilting away as I fly through branches and bushes. I have no clue where I am headed, the pale moonlight guiding me. Wherever I see on my path I go next.

My feet slip on the slick ground under my feet. I trip over my heel several times, mud and dirt covering my palms as I right myself. I must not look like a princess, so disgusting, covered in blood and unkept in this feeble, white bed sheet.

I have to press on, I remind myself.

My breathing is ragged as I climb through long, pointed branches and under low shrubs. I stop for a second to catch my breath as I glance at the almost completely blackened forest. The nightlife of the dark wood whispering around me: bats screeching overhead, crickets that haven’t died out sing into the cold night air, even a pack of wolves howl out into the throes of the velvet evening.

I suck in a cool gust of air, ready to trek along the unknown path once more.

Wisps of my breath leave my lips as the cold night air stings my lungs. It feels as though I have been running for ages, the torch light not visible through the thickness of the tall trees. Have I run far enough? I think as I come to a little clearing in the wood, a meadow of soft, lush clover encompasses the land.

An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?

A wind whips through the meadow quickly, breezing from behind me, whipping my hair and the bedsheet about like a flag on a pike.

I hear the sound of horses and I gasp, covering my mouth with the noise I just made. I shake my head, snapping out of my trance of looking to the almost human like figures.

Have they found me? Have the guards and the men of my father’s court located me? My brothers were surely fighting, right? I pray none of my kin have lost their lives because of me. Or are they not men from my father’s castle? Would they hurt me? Torture me? Deflower me?

I shudder.

I turn to run east, looking over my shoulder to the figures that have disappeared in the trees. A fog sweeping through the thicket, blocking my vision. It was probably a trick of my scared mind, I remind myself.

Another thought chills me to the bone as I feel the exposed skin of my legs and arms slice under the thorn bush I accidentally stumble into, making more noise than necessary. I squeak in pain. The more I try and pry myself of the spikes, the more I become entangled inside of the nasty, winding plant. I want to call for help but I don’t want to alert whatever is coming near me.

It is almost the harvest moon. The line between realms is blurred meaning creatures that normally I think exist in fairy tales are real at this time of year. Could it be a wandering herd of ghouls? A pack of wild demons coming to devour my flesh clean off my bone? My body shakes with uncertainty as I paw about the dirt.

Ever since I was a little girl, my brothers have warned me about the wood. I should never go in alone. I should always bring someone. I should always have a weapon or a horse or something to protect me. Monsters are said to lurk in the bog that the wood surrounds in a thick sea of lush brush and vegetation.

An owl hoots overhead as the sound grows thicker, heavier. The footfalls inching closer and closer by the second. The wolf’s howl sounds off again, this time the cries from the beast desperate - the noise much too close for comfort.

No, I think as I freeze with a bone-chilling noise that vibrates off the trees around me. Not just one lone wolf howl. There are two very distinct animal noises that echo off the earth I lie bound to. One softer and longer. The other a little nasally and short - more like a bark than a howl.

I should have run to the market, I think, body shaking from the cold and acute fear that plagues my mind. I should have tried to hide with a peasant or two until this treacherous act blew over or married a nobleman’s family in a neighboring town. Mentally I chastise myself as the thunderous noise draws closer and closer. Why am I so rash?

My heart hurts, it clenches in around itself as I look up into the shimmering moon hanging low in the sky. In a bed of thorns I lie, blood from wounds of my own and from my father still flows down my body, exhaustion overtakes me finally. I’m entangled, suffocating in the sharp spikes that pierce my body, choking me from the freedom I so desire. I can’t move my muscles, my body tense and sore, my feet blistered and cold. I’m weary. A tear rolls out of my eye and falls onto my dirty cheek as I snap my orbs tightly closed, the horses almost upon me, I think as I hiccup a sob.

All of a sudden, the boisterous noise of what sounded like a hundred horses pounding toward me, stops. I suck in a breath and prepare for the worst. An eye for an eye, right? So they should slit my throat like I did to father.

It is my turn to die.

“Little bird,” a soft, steady tenor of a voice purrs out above me that I don’t recognize. My eyes fly open, revealing a glowing torch light and a few handsome faces I cannot place hanging around me. “It seems you’ve flown far from your nest.” He simpers, flames dancing off his puffy lips as he gently brushes a stray hair away from my unkempt face. He shows no disgust, only empathy as he gazes upon me trapped in this tangle of wild thicket.

I flinch as the long thorn branches I have ensnared myself in are being removed from my shivering body. The other boys, I’m unsure of how many surround me, take extreme caution, trying not to harm me as they pull the plants off of me.

“Are you from Royaume des Diamants (Kingdom of Diamonds)?” His puffy, pink lips utter quietly in the night. I stare at his sculpted face, admiring his accent as I feel like the terrors of the darkness are melting away with his soft speech. I say nothing but look up into the rich eyes that seem to glow a golden-amber shade in the torch light. They bewitch me and I am in awe. “Little bird?” His perfect brows twist into an expression of concern and I take a moment to glance away from his otherworldly face and to his other features for a second.

Dressed in rich purple with gold medals hanging from his broad shoulders, I can tell he was from a family of prestige. His lips are giant and lush but they are not out of place on his pale face. He appears to be a prince from those fairy tales I’ve heard so much about from the stories my brothers have told me since I was a babe. His dark hair envelopes his face, curling just at the ends, making him look far younger than I am sure he is. They finish uncovering me from the thorns and all gaze upon me covered in blood, dirt, sweat - looking positively disheveled - the farthest thing from a princess.

“Hyung,” a deep bass speaks from behind the broad shouldered noble-man, “she’s shivering.” A tan boy with thick eyebrows observes above me. His velvety voice makes my cold body feel warm with the way his timbre seems to echo off the wood of the trees around me.

“I know you are probably frightened and it looks like you have been through a lot…” The prince-like man holds an arm out for me to take. “...and even though your lips don’t speak, I do not wish for you to freeze out here in the wood.” The boys surrounding me shake their heads in agreement with the handsome one speaking. “Will you come with us, little bird?”

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to die out here in the cold night. Even if they want to hurt me or worse, I don’t want to die frozen to death in the thicket. Somehow, I don’t think they are bad men, but my threshold of trust was high due to the internal struggle I faced with my family. Still, I feel oddly comforted by the seven who are mostly quiet above me.

As I go to speak - to tell them ‘yes’, opening my lips slowly, nothing comes out. Not a peep or a squeak I can utter. The boys share looks of confusion at my lack of acknowledgment. My orbs flit from one handsome face to the next. Are they all princes wearing the same cloaks of purple and gold? I register you all, I swear I think in my mess of a mind. My body is too exhausted, not being able to do anything but nod once.

That’s all they needed to collect me it seems.

“Come, little bird.” The soft voice purrs again as I am being propped up gingerly, carefully by one of the boys around me. I lull my head against his warm body, a blanket or a cloak (I haven’t a clue which) was placed upon my dirty body. This boy is strong, not struggling to hold me up in the slightest I think as my eyelids flutter. I look up to him. He has long, black-as-night curly hair that falls around his neck, smiling tenderly down at me, his nose is long and rounded at the tip, a little mole under his lip catching my eyes that flutter more and more with every breath I take. Sleep was overtaking my body now that I know I am safe. “We will take you to a place where you will not suffer any longer.”

And with that affirmation, I nestle closer in the arms of the strong, young boy, believing the prince-like voice that hums a sweet lullaby. I yawn while he continues stroking my matted, tangled hair as I fall fast asleep against this stranger's chest.

I miss the seven smiles and nods, drinking me in with their sparkling amber gazes.

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PART TWO

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Slithering Chains PT (1/3)

Yandere naga present mic x reader

quirkless/aged up au. Warnings: Only swearing for now

“C’mon Y/N! It will be fun! Rumor has it there are friendly nagas on the island!” Gushed Mina. That makes me cross my arms. She’s seriously out of her mind if she thinks it’s a good idea to go to an island for something that’s a supposed rumor.

“I highly doubt they’d be friendly. Especially since we’d technically be invading their territory.” I reply. She rolls her eyes and huffs.

“Besides, why should we go looking for a damn overgrown lizard?” Katsuki cuts in with a scowl and his arms crossed. Hanta shrugs. “I’m with Mina on this. It would be really cool to see one,” he turns to Eijiro. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know. I was hoping we could go camping instead somewhere. Katsuki still has to show me those incredibly manly skills he learned back in boy scouts he hasn’t shown me yet.” Katsuki’s face went to full-on pride.

Mina suddenly jumps up and down. “I have the PERFECT idea! We should go camping at the island!!! That way we could do both!”

“Ooh! That’s a great idea! Count me in!” Exclaimed Denki.

Katsuki’s face falls into a deep frown. “That actually sounds like a good idea!” Eijiro cheerfully replies. Mina fist-bumps the air and tackles Eijiro into a tight hug. “You can definitely count me in!.” Hanta pipes up.

I can already tell we’re not going to win this argument. Wait, didn’t Hanta go to boy scouts as well? “Weren’t you in boy scouts too? Can’t you do the same things?” I question. He sheepishly smiles at me. “Eh, I didn’t last very long in it for a few different reasons.”

“Not showing up half the damn time and hanging out with dunce face really didn’t help.” Katsuki informs. They both flinch at his words. “Uh… let’s not talk about that…”

They all suddenly turn to me expectantly, even Katsuki, probably hoping I deny. You know what? There’s nothing too bad that could possibly happen, and they most likely won’t stop begging until we do. “... fine,” I turn to Katsuki. “You better have some mad skills.”

He glares at me annoyed. “Of fucking course they’re good!”

I smirk. Sometimes he’s so fun to piss off. “Well, pack up guys. We’re going camping.”

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It took a little longer than we thought to find a boat that would take us. No one wanted to go to the island. We eventually found a place around the ocean that would bring us for a rather large fee. None of us were happy about that but it was the best shot we had. Also if something happens to us on the island we’re on our own since they won’t come back for four days to pick us up. Good thing we packed extra food. We also only brought three tents since they’d be a hassle to carry otherwise and we can take turns carrying them if needed.

We get right up to the island and get dropped off on a sandy beach. The boat immediately pulls away from the island. A nagging feeling was rising in the back of my mind. “You wonder why none of them wanted to come to this island?” I suddenly question.

“It does seem a little odd. Even the one we came on left pretty quickly. I’m sure it’s nothing important though!” Eijiro replies.

I refuse to let it fly by. Something about that seems more wrong the more I think about it. Looking at Katsuki, he seems to be thinking the same way I am. The other four take off towards the tall trees not too far from the beach. With the sun being at its highest peak, the trees are casting a large shady area half over the beach. I’m a little jealous of how he’s carrying two of the tents and his backpack so effortlessly.

Luckily they waited up ahead for us. “Seriously, if you and I weren’t around, I swear they’d have died of their crazy antics years ago.” He grunts in confirmation. Denki sees something and takes off in another direction.

“Denki! Get your ass back here! We need to stick together for now!” I yell at him.

“Come here then! This place has weird blueberries!”

Oh no. “Denki! Don’t eat them/Don’t even touch the fucking bush!” Katsukii and I yell simultaneously. We quickly get up to him with the other three trailing behind us. Katsuki goes right up to him and slaps the small black berry in his hand out of it. “You fucking dumbass, that’s nightshade!”

Looking at the bush, it wasn’t just any nightshade. I facepalm. “We haven’t been here for even ten minutes and you already almost ate deadly nightshade.”

From the fear that grew on Denki’s face, he understood well the name of the plant and stepped away. “Whew, well, uh… Good thing I didn’t eat one yet, huh?”

The only reply was Katsuki smacking Denki on his forehead.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” He shrieks.

Boisterous laughter comes from above. We look around, and my eyes catch onto a long tail draping across a few of the branches higher up. It was light green with darker green lines across and a pale yellow underside. “Good thing ya caught your friend! I was just about to stop him myself!” The large serpent body trickles to the floor like molasses until the too human-like torso comes down as well. His hair is incredibly long. It’s past where his torso ends and the snake part begins. He’s. Fucking. Massive. I look at Mina. “You didn’t tell me they were this big!”

“How was I supposed to know!? The news never said anything about their size!” She yells at me. Katsuki goes into a fighting stance like he could actually do harm to the giant thing. Judging from the chest and face, it’s a male. His green eyes match the light green on his tail, and his hair matches his underside.

The naga replies with another laugh, leans down, and pokes my nose. “Well, I am! And you guys must be curious humans, huh? There haven’t been any here in quite a while!”

My brain is still trying to process how large he is. He’s longer than four of me together. An intrusive wanting of touching his tail pops up in my mind. Seriously!? I JUST saw him and want to touch him? What the everloving FUCK mind!?

He looks at our backpacks. “Ooh! Ya guys stayin’ for a few days? That’s great! You guys can tell me more about your place!” Mina wasn’t kidding about them seeming to be friendly. “Those bags seem heavy, would you like me to help?”

I shake my head. “Nah, we got it. Do you know a place we could set up a camp though?” I ask him. He nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! There’s a pretty good open area by my cave!” He takes a sharp left turn with his body a little ways ahead of us.

We all look at each other and shrug. He seems friendly enough. Well, Katsuki is the only one still not on board with being around the naga. The naga could be faking, but he seems pretty genuine. My bet is it just hurts Katsuki’s pride he wouldn’t be able to take the naga down himself if a fight breaks out. He’d still try though knowing him.

The naga kept stopping and looking behind to make sure we were following. Most of us were falling a bit behind since he was still rather fast despite his constant stopping. It must have been about twenty minutes until we got into a clearing with a giant cave next to it. Denki is breathing rather heavily. He throws off his backpack and faceplants into the soft dirt. We all laugh at him, even the naga. Throwing my backpack off, I roll my already stiff shoulders. Man, how do hikers keep those giant backpacks on for so long?

I look over at Katsuki. Once again, the all-powerful man doesn’t even need to do that. “Dude, I seriously envy you sometimes.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re just weak, dumbass. You’re also not used to it.”

“Hey, hey, hey! No need to be talkin’ like that! We’re all friends!”

Katsuki’s face goes into a snarl. “You can’t tell me what to do, you fucking overgrown lizard.” The naga has an astonished facial reaction for a second. “Sorry about him, he’s always like this.” Eijiro sheepishly informs.

He shakes his head, and grows a smirk. “Well, good thing you’re all used to it! I gotta say, haven’t been called an overgrown lizard before! Also, shouldn’t it be ‘an overgrown reptile’?” He goes up to Katsuki and starts poking his forehead. “What other so-clever names ya got hidden up in there?” Katsuki tries to bite his finger, making him quickly pull his hand away. “Feisty!~”

“We all kinda have a nickname he gives us. Mine’s shitty hair, but uh, please just call me Eijiro! What’s yours by the way?” He questions.

His eyes widened. “Right! Name’s Hizashi! Ya probably heard of me at some point!” We all look confused at each other. “Nope, sorry, that name doesn’t ring any bells.” He grew sad for a moment about that, and mumbled something.

I decided to try bringing him out of… whatever he’s getting into. “Mine is Y/N. The crabby one is Katsuki, the other blond is Denki, the pink-haired is Mina, and the black-haired one is Hanta. We may not have heard of you, but maybe you could tell us about yourself after we set up camp? As long as you’re truly okay with that.” I say, a little concerned we might still be intruding on his territory.

“I’d love to! And of course you guys can stay around here for a while! It’s probably better since some nagas don’t like humans too much.” Katsuki crosses his arms. “Well, I dare them to take me on.” Hizashi pinches his cheek for a second, only to be nearly bitten again. “Aw, like ya could do much harm to us! Your enthusiasm is great though! They’d easily crush you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m not going down without a fight.” I roll my eyes at him. The others snicker at my reaction. “Anyways, we’re burning daylight. Let’s set up camp, and maybe our new friend could show us around a bit.”

He mock bows. “Gladly, your highness!” Mina snickers and whispers “I ship it” jokingly. I give her a “really bitch?” look, making her almost keel over in silent laughter. It doesn’t take long for us all to take out our things and start setting up the tents. I pull out my rolled up sleeping bag to place next to the tent. “Yellow, huh?” Questions Hizashi. He gets a far-off look in his eyes for a second. I look down at the giant obnoxious yellow sleeping bag in my hands.

“Not my choice of color, but it was on sale for a really good price, so I thought I might as well. Is there something wrong with it?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, not at all! It just reminds me of another human that came here a while ago!” There was a look in his face that almost seemed obsessed. None of the others noticed the possibly red flag. Mina was too busy goofing off with Hanta and Denki, which were having trouble setting up their tent. Eijiro was trying to help Katsuki, but he kept messing Katsuki up, making him get multiple smacks on his head.

“Is it okay to ask what happened to him?” His face turns into a harsh glare. It was easy to tell it wasn’t directed at me. “His “friends” took him from me when he left my cave one night. I waited years for him to return, but he never did. They must not be letting him return!” His tone went from angry, to sad, back to angry.

Something doesn’t seem to add up with that. If he really wanted to return, he would have visited a while ago. Then again, it was pretty hard finding a boat to bring us here, and life can get hectic quite easily. I decided to put it in the back of my mind and focus on the now.

The sound of tazing brought my attention to Denki, Mina, and Hanta. Mina has an electronic flyswatter in her hand, and smacked Denki with it. “Mina! That’s not what that’s for!” I yell at her.

She laughs. “Come on, it’s not hurting him too badly!”

“Easy for you to say! How about I zap you now!?” He swipes it from her and smacks her forearm with it, making her shriek.

I facepalm. “Which one of you idiots brought the flyswatter?” Hanta and Mina point at Denki. I glare at Mina. “What were you doing digging in his backpack when you could have been helping me put up the damn tent?” She replies with an embarrassed smile.

I’m struggling to keep the tent up and push the tent pegs into the ground without a hammer. “I can help ya! What should I do?” Hizashi asks. “Could you help me push these in?” He nods and I move out of the way to hold the tent tight. He slams the tip of his tail on the peg, pushing it all the way down in one go. It honestly startles me. “Jeez dude! A little warning would be nice!”

He rubs his neck sheepishly. “Sorry!” As we do the other three pegs, I can’t stop looking at his tail. He seems to notice, and wags the tip of it. “Like what ya see?” He teases. I look away in embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it! I was kinda the same way the first time I saw one of your kind!” He puts his tail in front of me. “I can tell you wanna touch it. Go ahead!”

I’m unsure about it, but place my hand gently on the top of his tail. It was the back of it closer to his human torso. Nothing but raw muscle, and the heat it radiated was phenomenal. I quickly take my hand away.

“You two are getting along well quick! And to think you didn’t want to come Y/N!” Mina comes up and teases. Hizashi seems surprised by hearing that news. “Aw, good thing ya did though! It’s already fun having you guys around!”

“Yeah, yeah. Enough of that stupid cheesy talk or whatever. Show us around.” Katsuki says half-heartedly like he really doesn’t want to be here. Hizashi ignores his lack of enthusiasm and nods with a smile. He then starts to move his body to the right of us.

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A few hours after, we arrive back to our camp exhausted. The sun was close to setting. Even Katsuki’s breathing was slightly ragged. We’ve learned a lot about this place. Mostly not many nagas are too open to humans, and there aren’t that many due to most being quite territorial as well as females being rather rare. The four of them were horrified learning we could have met a bad end. Katsuki and I called it that they wouldn’t be too friendly.

There is also the giant pile of wood he’s been collecting in case any humans visit. That’s so nice of him. He told us it gets pretty boring since not many talk to him, even the others on the other side of the giant island. That makes me feel rather bad for him. Of course, Mina being Mina, hugged him then. He returned the hug with no objections. He also told us the lifespan of nagas can be an average of 800 years. He himself is only about 300 years old. We all almost fainted from the shock of that.

He helps haul a ton of rather large pieces of wood and sticks next to his cave. The pile was a bit farther out so it wasn’t in his way of his cave. Katsuki starts setting up the fire with a bunch of giant rocks that Hizashi still has around. It takes him no time at all to start a good fire.

“Way to go dude! Knew you had the skills!” I tease. He glares at me in a way that shows he’s dangerously close to smacking me. I only give him a smirk in return. “Of fucking course, dumbass. Why would I not?” I shrug in reply.

“Hey, you guys want marshmallows? I brought a few bags.” Hanta says, grabbing a bag of marshmallows out of his backpack, along with two short roasters that can extend.

“Sure dude, pass me the bag. I’d rather eat them not roasted.” Denki informs. Hanta passes him the bag while he extends the roasters and passes one to Eijiro. After Denki opens the bag, Hizashi reels away a little bit, catching my attention.

“You alright?” I ask him. “Heh, yeah! Those things just smell a little too sweet for me, ya know?” I nod in understanding.

“Oh yeah, I guess it would be pretty weird, huh?” Mina wonders aloud.

“Would you like us to put them away?” I ask. Denki hugs the bag of marshmallows to his chest. Hizashi shakes his head. “Nah, I’ll be fine. Thanks for being so considerate though!”

After a bit, we decided to tell scary stories. The cheesy usual thing to do. Hizashi seems rather invested in every story told, no matter how bad it is. Right now, Mina is saying hers, and it’s actually pretty good. It’s about a male serial killer that fell obsessed with a male victim of his. The male refused to be with the killer for the obvious reason of them being a killer, and that they’re not interested in men. They were able to escape the chains the killer put them in, and picked up a large piece of a broken mirror that was near him. He decided to give the killer the element of surprise by pretending to still be chained.

“And so, while the killer’s back was turned, the male plunges the glass through the killer’s back!” she brings her hands up for some sort of dramatic emphasis. “They ran towards the still-chained other person and helped them pull the chains free while keeping an eye on the killer who fell to the ground. The man knew the killer was still alive, there was no way they died that quick. He helps the victim pass the killer and tries to pass himself, only to be grabbed by the ankle by the killer! He was still weak though, so it was easy enough for the man to break free and run outside. Luckily for them, they were in a neighborhood with a house not far away.”

We’re all honestly at the end of our seats listening intently. Well, minus Denki who seems rather terrified. Hizashi has an unreadable expression.

“The neighbors were terrified, but called the police for help. The only problem?... There was no body on the floor when the police investigated. There was only blood. To make things scarier, the blood belonged to someone not in the system.” She grows quiet.

“Is that it?” Denki questions.

She shakes her head. “The man knew the killer would come for him again. He moved to the other side of the country. Everything seemed fine for him years later, starting his own family and moving on. At least, until he came home from work one night to a rather quiet home. He enters the home to the copper smell of blood overpowering him, bringing back memories he’s tried so hard to forget. He turns on the light to see his wife in her own blood, his blood freezing in fear. The familiar voice of the killer whispers behind him “You want a family? Well, now we can be.” and the last thing he saw was his children with nothing but fear tied up on the couch in the living room.”

I was in shock that she said a story so dark. “Damn Mina, that was a wicked story! Where did you learn such a story?” I ask.

“It was actually from a book a friend told me about!”

“They sure have a shitty taste in books.” Katsuki quips.

“Like yours is probably much better, little boy scout.” I sarcastically reply. His fists clench.

“Uh, hey! Maybe we should all go to bed! We have another big day tomorrow of exploring.” Eijiro pipes up, trying to prevent Katsuki from doing anything drastic. Katsuki growls and stomps off to his and Eijiro’s tent.

Mina lets out a big yawn herself, stretches, and goes towards our tent. Denki and Hanta go to their tent as well. Hizashi puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, uh… Would ya mind hanging out with me for a while yet?”

I shrug. “Sure, just let me get my sleeping bag.” I go and get it, Mina giving me a teasing smirk. “Don’t you get those thoughts in your head.”

I drag the sleeping bag over close to the still burning fire. It grows quiet between us for a bit, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and the chirping of the crickets. His tail wraps around the bottom of my sleeping bag, trapping me from moving if I decided to by being around my feet. I reach down and pat his tail.

“So, is there anything you want to talk about now?” I ask, lowering my voice to a near whisper so the others could sleep. “Well, how long are you guys planning on staying?”

“After this, three days. We couldn’t get them to change the amount of days. It was so odd and hard getting here.” Hizashi perks up at that information. “Anyways, what are we doing tomorrow?” I ask.

“Ooh! There’s a waterfall not too far from here I think you and your friends will like! It’s kinda hidden, and we’ll have to be careful since it will be close to two of my kinds territories, but as long as we don’t do anything it shouldn’t be a problem. One of them is the other most friendly naga I know! He may even come say hi!”

“I bet Mina will be happy about that.” I felt more of his tail stealthily trying to go farther on my legs.

“You’re really not being stealthy you know,” His tail stops. “Sorry. I just can’t help but wanting to touch someone as cute as you!~”

Heat rushed to my face. “Well, you can hug me if you want. You just had to ask.”

He didn’t have to be told twice before his tail wrapped more around my sleeping and his bare torso went against my back. This isn’t exactly what I had in my head, but I did say hug. He’s still rather warm to the point of it slightly going through my sleeping bag. “How are you still so warm?”

“This place usually doesn’t get that cold. My body’s most likely used to that.”

“Makes sense I guess.”

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I wake up to feeling something tight around me, and whispering. I can’t move my arms either. It’s obviously Hizashi. “Katsuki bro, you don’t have to do anything! He’s not hurting them.”

“I don’t fucking care. There’s something about that damn thing that isn’t sitting right!”

“Aw, you truly care about-” Denki starts. He suddenly stops.

“You’re probably just overreacting. We’ve only been here not even a full day. He’s still pretty friendly.” Eijiro sounds almost desperate.

“That’s the thing you fucking dumbasses! Did you not hear him last night with Y/N? It’s not fucking-”

“Well, mornin to you guys too!” Hizashi suddenly pipes up, silencing all of them. Ugh, it’s too early. I groan and nuzzle closer into his tail in front of me. I don’t feel like opening my eyes to look at them.

Hizashi laughs. “Morning to you as well!”

I felt someone get close to me besides Hizashi. “Mina, I swear if you touch me with that fly swatter…” She steps away, confirming my prediction. “How did you know?”

“You dumbasses are known for doing such stupid things. Not really a surprise.” Katsuki replies. “Aw, Katsuki, you don’t have to be so mean about it!” Denki jokes.

“Shut up guys. It’s too early.” I grumble.

“Early? The sun is already half way to its highest point!” Hizashi replies with a teasing tone. I only reply with a groan again.

Hanta clears his throat. “So, uh… What are we doing today?”

“I already told Y/N last night, but we’re going to a waterfall today!”

“A waterfall? How did we not hear it on our walk yesterday?” Eijiro asks. “Simple! It’s the other direction over a cliff!” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “C-cliff? Isn’t that dangerous?” Denki asks.

“We will be fine! I’ve done it many times before!”

“If you say so…” Eijiro replied, sounding quite unsure.

Hizashi unwraps around me almost reluctantly. He rubs the top of my head, waking me up a bit. “C’mon, ya gotta get up so we can go Y/N!” I ignore them and try to sleep again, using my arms as a pillow since Hizashi is no longer by my head.

“Tzzt” Something touched my arm and sent a sharp pain through my arm. I instantly knew what it was, and I am NOT happy. I get up instantly. “Minaaaa!”

“Oh shit!” She drops the electric fly swatter and takes off running behind Hizashi.

Denki and Hanta start laughing. “Get her Y/N!!!” Hizashi blocks me with his hands and holds Mina by his tail while chuckling. It wasn’t light like usual though. This sounded slightly darker if that makes sense. All I know is it sent a chill up my spine. I glare hard at Mina.

“Now, I know whatever that thing was woke ya up, but let’s not focus on that, and let’s get going to the waterfall, yeah? If you want, I could carry you for a bit more sleep!” I back away in embarrassment. “That’s okay. Let’s just get going then.”

He laughs normally again and lets go of Mina.

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It didn’t take too long to start climbing the cliff to the waterfall. The crashing waves of it is able to be heard in the distance. Hizashi is leading the way with us rather close. It’s getting rather narrow and crumbling with a really high view in front of us. It’s beautiful with the trees, but terrifying how one step can make you fall off the edge. More ground crumbles under my shoe. My foot is basically off the edge at this point. I look up at Hizashi. I’m right beside him while the others are a bit back. “This seems like a bad idea. I think this is more-” My foot slips and I start to fall. My heart feels like it stopped. “Shit!”

“Y/N!” they all yell. Faster than someone can even blink, Hizashi’s tail wrapped around my torso before I got too far down the cliff. I look down to see a very deep drop that would obviously kill me, but what was even more concerning was the naga looking up at me. It has to be twice the size of Hizashi.

Hizashi kept a very tight grip on my torso as my legs shakily kept trying to give out as he had me stand up. We all stopped for a moment. “That’s it, fuck the waterfall. This isn’t worth going for.” Katsuki says, even more angry than usual.

I can feel Hizashi shaking as well. “Heh, that was not a part of the plan. We’ll be going down towards the waterfall soon. I’ll see if Toshinori would let me bring you guys through his territory on the way back.”

“Well, why didn’t we do that in the first place!? Y/N could have died!” Eijiro exclaims. “I’ll admit, I thought the fear would be funny. Definitely not now!”

He kept me closer to him as we went down the cliff. It felt better the closer the even ground came to be. The giant naga I saw earlier comes fast into our view. He has a bright golden tail that matches his hair. The most obvious part of him is a giant scar on his side. His eyes show great concern. “Are you all okay!? I saw what happened a bit ago,” His eyes squinted at Hizashi. “And I TOLD you to stop taking that way with visitors!”

Hizashi replies with a teasing roll of his eyes, but it’s showing that he understands and does regret taking that route. “Very shaken up, but fine I think.” I reply. It wasn’t until now I noticed how the waterfall is much louder. He nods. “That’s a relief. I take it you’re going to the waterfall?”

We nodded. Mina quickly goes up to him. ‘Hey, what’s your name by the way? Mine’s Mina!”

He grows a kind and friendly smile on his face. “Toshinori. Nice to meet all of you. We haven’t had any humans visit in quite a while.” In quite a while? So people DID used to come here. That’s making the unnerving feeling rise up again. Something must have happened to make them stop coming. But what could it possibly be? These two are friendly. Is it because they might be the only ones that are friendly? Maybe he’d know. I could ask Hizashi, but something feels like that’s a bad idea.

Mina suddenly pulls out a camera. “You brought a camera?” I asked. “Well, duh! I forgot earlier if I could take pictures of them, but seeing the one even bigger than Hizashi reminded me!” she looks up at Toshinori. “Could we take some pictures to show my other friends?” he perks up at that. “Why, of course! Why not wait until we get to the waterfall? We could do a group one!”

Mina fist-bumps the air. “Yes! In front of the waterfall would be a GREAT view! Let’s go!”

The rest of us told our names to him, well, Eijiro did for Katsuki again, on our way to the waterfall. Hizashi still hasn’t let go of me. Toshinori’s brows seem to crease in worry about that. I pat his tail twice. “Uh… Hizashi? Could you let me go now?” He does reluctantly. Mina giggles again. I decide to ignore it. The waterfall was finally in view, making the others grow more excited. Toshinori was farther ahead with the others.

Now would probably be a good time to ask Toshinori a few things. “Why don’t you go ahead with my friends for a bit? I want to ask Toshinori a few things I’d like him to answer personally if he can.” He almost seems to go on guard after hearing that, but makes himself relax. “What about? Ya gonna talk about me?” He teases.

“No! Of course not! I want to hear the story about that crazy scar on his side.” I lie. The scar might be interesting, but there are more important things at the moment. He seems unsure of my answer, but nods and heads up to lead the way.

“I need to ask you a few things.” He looks down at me. “Is it about my scar?” I shake my head. “No, I want to know if you know why no humans want to come here lately.” He looks at Hizashi, who I can swear started moving more slowly, then back to me. He nods.

“Do you know why humans no longer want to come to the island?” His smile disappears. “To prevent you from being afraid, all I will say is it’s safer for you to leave the island sooner than later.”

My face scrunches up in frustration and confusion. “That doesn’t make sense! Why though? What could be here you guys couldn’t help us from?”

“At least a little more information, dumbass.” Katsuki pipes up from behind me. Toshinori shakes his head and goes back to the others. I look beside me to see Katsuki crossing his arms. “I still don’t trust these overgrown lizards. Especially now.”

“You and I both. Well, I trust they aren’t going to kill us, but I don’t trust they’re not telling us what they should.”

“It’s good we’re staying here two less days.” I look at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I told them to make it two less days, or when we get back I’d make their lives hell. I wanted to be here the least amount possible.”

“Are you sure they’ll listen? They might leave us here if you threatened them.” He grew a sadistic smirk. “Kyoka is making sure.” I shake my head while smiling at him. “Always the ever-clever one, huh?”

“Someone has to be since you dumbasses sure won’t.” I roll my eyes at him again. “Can’t argue with that.

Nerd.” I take off running to catch up without looking back, afraid of being smacked if caught. “Y/N!!!” He angrily screams, and it’s easy to tell he’s running after me. “Hahahaha!” I ran past Hizashi. His tail slams down between Katsuki and I. “Let’s save rough play for later, yeah?”

I pout. “Aw, Hizashi, you’re no fun!”

He pouts back. “No fun? I’m PLENTY of fun! C’mere!” He wiggles his fingers, signifying what he’s going to do. I shriek and jump away, but with no success since he's faster and uses his tail to get me stuck in place.

“That’s enough Hizashi.” Toshinori harshly says, and takes me out of Hizashi’s grip, keeping his body closer to mine so Hizashi can’t.

The others seem confused by Toshinori’s reaction, but shake it off. Katsuki glares harder at the two nagas. I decide to ignore everything and look at the waterfall. It’s really high up and beautiful. I stop. “Hey, wouldn’t this be a good area for the picture? We could get a large portion of the waterfall in it!”

Mina quickly takes out her camera again from her pocket. “Yes! Let’s do it!” We get situated. Toshinori is on my right with Eijiro and Mina. Katsuki stays close on my left with Hizashi next to him, with Hanta and Denki unnecessarily crouching in front of him and doing the peace sign. Toshinori grabs the camera with his tail and is able to hold it out to hopefully show all of us in it. No doubt Katsuki isn’t going to smile in it.

He took a few, and they all turned out great. We then wander close to the bottom of the waterfall where there’s a rather slow stream that goes half way up my calves. I know since we all took our shoes off and entered the shallow stream with the nagas not too far away just in case. While the others are messing around and throwing water at each other, I saw a really cool looking rock a bit farther in the water. It’s in a bit deeper water though… I could possibly ask someone to help. Nah. I look over to see Hizashi being busy talking with Toshinori. It doesn’t seem too friendly whatever they’re talking about judging by their movements. Katsuki is fairly close to them without them realizing, and he doesn’t seem happy with whatever he’s hearing. His face is crunched even more than usual.

I look down towards the rock again and reach for it. The water goes up past my shoulder, getting my shirt wet. The current in that part is much stronger, almost making me lose my balance. My hand touches it, and I try to bring it up. It’s rather stuck in the ground. I firmly grip it and yank it. It comes free, kicking up a lot of dirt with it. Rinsing it in the water a bit more, it came out clean and was a rather large agate. It’s the size of my palm. A really cool one with multiple lines in it too. I dry it a bit on the bottom of my shorts and put it in my pocket.

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The day went by rather quickly until we returned to our camp. Toshinori didn’t come with us, much to Mina’s dismay. We definitely got some kind of sunburn today. Denki looks like he’s gotten the worst of it. Katsuki nearly slapped him until I prevented it. I’d rather not hear how loud he can scream in pain.

We didn’t feel like doing stories tonight. “Ugh, after this, I don’t think I’m ever going outside again.” Denki complains. “You will, even if I have to drag you.” Katsuki threatens. “Aw, big old buff boy truly does have a heart for us!” I tease. He harshly slaps my shoulder. “Point taken.” I say in a bit of pain. “You shouldn’t hurt your friends like that.” Hizashi pipes up being next to me on my right. Katsuki ignores him. “Forgot to mention, the boat will be here tomorrow to pick us up.” Hizashi tenses up.

“How do you know that?” Hanta asks. “It’s Katsuki, how else?” I reply. “But we’re having so much fun here! And Hizashi has helped tell me so much about nagas!” Mina whines. “True. well, it was fun while we were here though!” I look at Hizashi. “Thanks for that!” He nods. “Of course!” Something didn’t feel too genuine or enthusiastic with his answer. I heard Hanta snoring. He must have passed out not too long ago.

Eijiro yawns. “Man, today sure was fun though! Hopefully we can come back some day!” Katsuki and I share a look. “Yeah! It’s hard to find a boat to take us though, so it might be a while.” I inform, trying my hardest to not give away that we won’t be coming back.

“Hey, Katsuki, could you bring Hanta to our tent? I can’t carry him.”

“No. The dumbass fell asleep out here, he can stay out here.” Eijiro rolls his eyes at him. “I’ll do it.” He gets up and bridal carries Hanta to the tent with Denki following. Mina goes to ours. Katsuki pulls me close. “Don’t trust that fucking naga. Stay away from him.” He hisses, gets up, and goes to his tent. What was that about? He hasn’t been wrong before though, so it might be best to listen. It stayed silent for a while after Eijiro went to his tent and most likely everyone was asleep.

I put my hands in my pockets and felt the rock. “I want to give you something to remember us by when we leave,” I take out the rock and give it to him. Something glinted in his eyes and he took it and cupped it with both hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world. A feeling is telling me I just made a big mistake. Why though? It’s just a rock? “It’s not much, but maybe you’ll like its memories?”

“I’ll definitely treasure it!” his voice becomes more quiet. “Just like I’ll always treasure you.” He means like everything we’ve done the past two or so days, right?

“Well, goodnight Hizashi!” I say, and go towards Mina and I’s tent. “Could we please do the same thing as last night? As a parting gift or something? It will get so lonely again.” His tone became rather saddened. I almost gave in on pity for him. I remember Katsuki’s words though, and try to think of an excuse. Right! Sunburn! “Sorry Hizashi. I really don’t want to be touched tonight, especially with this sunburn. That will hurt.”

“Maybe the cold of my cave could help with that! Why don’t we try that?” He sounds desperate. Him being desperate sends off another red flag in my head.

“Sorry. I’d rather be alone tonight.” I say and enter my tent, zipping it up.

He must have given up since he goes quiet after that. It doesn’t take long after that for sleep to start to overtake me.

...Did the zipper just open? I was too tired to check. It’s most likely nothing.

#yandere present mic #x reader #yandere present mic x reader #quirkless au #naga present mic #yandere naga present mic

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ping-ping-ying · 4 years

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ATEEZ as Yanderes! PT. 1/11

⚠️WARNING⚠️ : toxic relationships, mental, physical, and emotional abuse, mentions of death/murder, descriptive violence, kidnapping,

⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ : these are ALL FICTIONAL, and my OWN personal opinions and perceptions on the boys. Yanderes are NOT to be taken lightly or romanticized, these types of people are REAL and are/can be very dangerous. These kinds of stories are ONLY for entertainment. If you know anyone like this in real life, please get help!

HONGJOONG ⚖

Worship Yandere

"I'll do anything for you! I'll even kill for you! Please use me however you want!"

Hongjoong DEFINITELY strikes me as the worship yandere

Stalking would be highly likely

So he can know exactly what you like and don't like

Whether it be clothes, movies, your favorite historical event, it didn't natter

He took EXTREME action into knowing everything about you before he actually confronted you

When he first met you, he didn't just fall in love with your personality, but EVERYTHING about you

You didn't know but he was basically putty in your hands

Not that you would ever know

At first you were weirded out by him, due to him being so quiet, and his wandering eyes always staring at you

If you are upset, he will do ANYTHING to make you feel better

Someone at work/school made you upset?

You heard the news of that persons death the following week

You wanted a new pair of shoes that you couldn't afford?

Expect to have a whole closet filled with new shoes

No matter what you do, HE WILL NEVER hurt you

Like- ever

You could betray him, from the point of no return and he'd still worship you

Hongjoong doesn't care if you don't love him, he will still aim to please you at all times

He doesn't like killing people, he will only kill if they seem like a threat to you or your happiness

Doesn't realize he's being too clingy and possessive

But you say nothing in fear of hurting him

Hongjoong isn't that big of a softie once you get to know him

His cute, shy, and introvert persona would fade gradually over time

It was actually unnoticeable since the shift in character was cleverly planned out

Eventually you caught him in the act of beating up one of your friends because he was jealous that you were spending more time with them than with him

You called off your relationship immediately

He wouldn't fight you on the matter

But that won't stop him from secretly buying you things or taking care of your "problems"

SEONGHWA ⚖

Sadistic Yandere

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

I know exactly what you're thinking

"WOULDN'T THIS BE SAN?!"

I have thought about it, and to me Seonghwa strikes me as this type of Yandere the most

Seonghwa was also HIGHLY intelligent

He knew EXACTLY how to make you fall for him

It didn't matter how long it took

You were going to be his

Made sure to be your typical Wattpad fan fiction boy, whether you wanted him to be that "bad boy" or "good boy"

In the end he decided to try the good boy persona

When he met you, everything had to be perfect

He rehearsed lines ahead of time, and practiced until he had the courage to face you

It was at a summer carnival event, he helped you win a prize at the strength game

From the moment you looked into his eyes, you were putty in his hands

After almost a year of knowing each other, and a couple months of dating, things were going great

That was, until you decided to hang out with your old friends from high school

You invited Seonghwa to be your date to the gathering, and it was hell for him

The way you completely disobeyed his unspoken rules of talking to other men that wasnt him

The final straw that made him break his character was when it was time to leave and you have your male friend a big hug while giving him that smile that makes Seonghwas heart melt

When you got home he grabbed and dragged you to the bedroom

"Seonghwa what are you-"

SLAPPED YOU DEAD ACROSS YOUR FACE AND DID NOT GIVE TWO FUCKS

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

*SLAP*

"STOP IT WHAT-"

He smacked you a couple more times before he pushed you on the bed and decided you needed a lesson

Would torture you, sexually or plain physically

Don't scream or beg, it only fuels his drive to punish you

Will not stop until HE beileves you learned your lesson

YUNHO ⚖

Self-Harm Yandere

"Hey... look at me... look at me... look, there's so much blood coming out..."

Through your relationship, Yunho was pretty normal

Until you accidentally forgot to give him his goodnight kiss and hug

It was ONE night, because you were so exhausted from working/school and you passed out on the couch

In his mind, that one mistake told him that you didn't love him anymore

This Yandere has two sub units

One where they start harming themselves in private, and the second one, harming themselves openly

Yunho started off doing it privately

He planned this strategically

When you noticed cuts and bruises on his wrist the next day, you questioned him frantically

To which he nonchalantly explained that he hurt himself at the gym

But you weren't an idoit

You KNEW these particular kinds of injuries were caused by self harming

But you didn't press the issue because you assumed it was a sensitive topic for him, and didn't want to trigger him

Yunho began to lose trust in you

He was scared you would end up leaving him one day

All because of that ONE night

Even though after that one night, the normal goodnight kisses and hugs continued

But to Yunho it wasn't the same

So when you came home one day later in the evening, you and Yunho got into an argument

A very HEATED argument

It ended up with you saying his WORST FEAR

"If you don't stop this right now, we are over !"

That's when he snapped

"You're breaking up with me?!"

"If you don't stop acting like a selfish jackass then yes!"

Honey that's all he needed to hear to send him into a frenzy

He started punching himself in the face, to the point where his mouth started bleeding

"YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT!"

He ignored you and then grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and sliced all over his arms, legs, torso, and face

You began to cry, and fear for your life

You backed up and was about to dial 911 when he yelled out,

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I'LL KILL MYSELF! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL DO IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

You acted quickly and raced over to him cautiously trying to get him to stop

"Yunho baby I'm not leaving you!"

"LIAR!"

"Honey I didn't mean what I said! We were arguing and I just said something cruel but please know that I won't leave you ever! I love you."

"YOU PROMISE?!"

"I promise now stop hurting yourself please!"

Yunho did what you asked and then started to break down and cry

You engulfed him in a big hug and whispered sweet nothings into his ear

All the while, Yunho smirked, and smiled wickedly while crying

His plan worked

There was no way you were ever going to leave him now

Or so he thought........

YEOSANG ⚖

Stalker Yandere

"Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?"

Yeosang is a man who likes to live off the radar

No one really seems him or acknowledges his existence unless he makes himself known

So stalking you everyday was no problem

You were oblivious to the fact he stalked you day and night

But that doesn't mean you didn't have any strange feelings

For the past three years you always had this sense of uneasiness

You didn't know how to explain it exactly

But you felt that you were always on the defense

Ready for something unexpected to happen to you

And not in a good way

Whenever you confessed these feelings, people would laugh and say that you're paranoid

And yes you were paranoid, because your psyche never lies, it's there for a reason

"I'm serious! Maybe I'm being stalked or something."

"Who would want to stalk you? You don't do anything."

A brutal attack, but the statement was true nonetheless

But that never set your psyche at ease

And the most fucked up thing about your whole "paranoia" was that Yeosang was in your life

He was your neighbor

And the two of you were quite acquainted

Granted Yeosang didn't exactly LIVE in that house down the street, but you'd never know

He would take run around the neighborhood for exercise and would stop to talk to you if he saw you

He played the role of the normal neighbor a little TOO well

Stalking Yanderes CAN be violent, but Yeosang wasn't

It would ruin his ability to stalk you in peace

He never hurt your, or the people around you

One day he told you a riddle that had you stumped completely

You loved when he told you riddles because it was like a little traditional thing whenever you two say each other

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it."

This riddle had you stumped for days, and you didn't want to cheat by looking it up online

So by magic chance two days later, at night when you were laying in bed in the dark trying to sleep, the answer hit you

Instead of getting giddy with excitement that you fianlly figured out his riddles like you usually did, it made you feel, puzzled

The way his voice sounded as he told you the riddle

The smile that was staining his face as he did, had your psyche going crazy

You needed to calm yourself, because it was just a riddle, nothing more, and nothing less

So you drifted off into sleep and mumbled the words,

"A shadow."

SAN ⚖

Training Yandere

"Say you love me... SAY IT, SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME! SAY IT!"

This is why I didn't label San as the sadistic Yandere

Even though he could have easily slipped into that category

But not with this one chile

Unlike the Sadistic Yandere, San doesn't like causing you pain, it hurts him deeply to see you in pain

A lot of Atinys (myself included) are so used to San being labeled as "the demon" or "possessed" when it comes to his stage presence or when it comes to NSFW AUs

But you need to remember that San is actually a bubbly, clingy little cupcake off stage

So that's why I stuck him with the Training Yandere

But you need to be trained, so he has no choice but to hurt you

He easily kidnapped you after breaking into your home and drugging your food.

You didn't know who San was, never saw him a day in your life

But San was convinced that you'd known each other for years

(I can also sense a tiny bit of the Delusional Yandere in this one, but like I said A TINY bit)

In the basement you were, chained to a chair like an animal

He came skipping down the stairs happily and had a plate of food for you

"Now you can eat if you say the magic words."

"Please?"

San chuckled at your response

In normal situations yes that is the magic word, but San said "words" not "word".

"No that's not it."

"Well then what it is?"

"You know what it is silly."

The confused look on your face made San beileve you were lying, and that you were just being a brat

He hated brats

"Alright I see you're still going with this-"

He brought out his bag filled with torture equipment

And that's when you lost all sense of reality

You kept telling yourself that you were dreaming

It was the only logical explanation for this situation

"Awe don't cry, just say the magic words and you can be free of your restraints."

"....."

"The magic words are "I love you".

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! I DON'T LOVE YOU! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!

(Y/N why couldn't you just play along tsk tsk)

"Oh boy, I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this."

The first tool he got out was a hammer, a big, hammer

And he released one of your hands only to hold it down on the table next to him

"You have ten fingers, let's see if you can say the words before we get to ten."

He aimed for your pointer finger and slammed the hammer down on it with all his might

"One."

You screamed bloody murder as you felt the pain shoot through your body

But you still didn't say anything

He slammed the hammer on your middle finger

"Two."

You still didn't say anything, how could you with all the pain you're in

The next finger

"Three."

No response

The next finger

"Four."

No response

San was getting frustrated, but didn't show it

He eventually broke all ten of your fingers, and was amazed at your strength of not giving in

But that's just the more violent he had to be

Next on the list, was your face

He slapped and punched you repeatedly, blood getting everywhere and your vision becoming blurry

But you STILL didn't give in

San had enough

He grabbed a knife from his bag and held it at your feet

This was also the final straw for you

You can live with broken fingers, but not feet

"SAN! I- I LOVE YOU!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry for being a brat, please forgive me! I love you!"

"Oh darling! I knew it!"

Of course you were lying, but he didn't know that

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez yandere #ateez scenarios #ateez mafia #ateez smut #ateez jongho #ateez wooyoung #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez hongjoong #ateez au

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writerbyaccident · 4 years

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Jealousy Versus Envy (Yandere Jareth/Goblin King x Reader)

Request: I would like to see some Jealous!yandere! Jareth the goblin king content! ❤

There was no telling how long you had been wandering the Labyrinth. Time flowed past as either individual grains of sand sluggishly falling through an hourglass or as fat dollops plunging past, without any sort of in-between. For all you knew, it might have been no time at all since you began your quest, or your thirteen hours might have nearly ended.

A large part of you wondered whether this odd passage of time was simply natural to the Labyrinth, or if this was some extra trick of the Goblin King. It was impossible to be sure, but you swore that you could feel his gaze on you, could hear his cruel laugh each time the moments slipped past your fingers like water. He was trying to disorient you, you thought, trying to make it so you couldn’t deduce how much longer you had left and trying to make it so you couldn’t stand one more moment of stumbling through his maze. And as much as you were loath to admit it, his attempts were working.

Although you had no way of knowing it, your assumptions surrounding Jareth’s interference were exactly right. The haughty king watched from his crystal your attempts to keep track of both the Labyrinth and how much time you had left with mirth in his eyes. Truthfully, he thought as he observed you hesitate in confusion as you came to yet another fork in the path, you were just precious. And yes, while Jareth did generally enjoy creating more challenges for the runners, there was a unique joy he felt from doing the same to you. Never before had he found a runner of the Labyrinth so fascinating, so enchanting. He couldn’t look away from you.

Leaning up against a thick tree trunk, one that sat right next to a beautifully clear pool of water, you paused to consider your strategy. It was clear that just wandering through the maze would not bring you any closer to the Goblin City, but you were still at a loss for what to do instead. The only other possibility that came to your mind was trying to appeal to one of the strange denizens of this realm for help, but you hadn’t seen a single soul in ages. Biting your bottom lip in a way that the ever-present Goblin King found positively alluring, you gazed into the pool as though you hoped an answer would suddenly appear there.

“Hello there,” came a voice.

Understandably startled, you looked around the glade to try to find who had spoken, but still there was no one to be found.

“Down here.”

Approaching the edge of the pool, you peered down into the water, at first seeing nothing but your reflection. After a moment though, your reflection began to ripple, until it was no longer your image shown in the water. Rather, you saw instead the image of a dark-haired man, one with sparkling violet eyes and a charming smile. It wasn’t like you were looking at someone who was swimming underwater though, but more like the very surface of the water had revealed some spirit to you. And considering what you had seen of the Labyrinth thus far, that was certainly a possibility.

“Uh, hi,” you said, a bemused smile on your face.

The longer you stared at the strange face before you, the more oddities you noticed about him, if any of his beautiful features could truly be called odd. His canines were particularly sharp for one thing, and the tips of his ears were pointed as well. With those features and something more that laid hidden in his eyes, he reminded you a bit of Jareth.

At the joy of meeting a friendly face, your fear of the Goblin King was slowly forgotten. In fact, when Jareth’s still-present gaze grew from affectionate to bitter, you failed to notice the change, even as the air around you became heavy with the king’s stormy thoughts.

“What brings you to my corner of the Labyrinth?” the stranger asked. “It’s been quite some time since I had a visitor, and such a lovely one at that.”

The nymph’s words alone, so unashamedly flirtatious, were enough to make Jareth burn. How dare that fool speak to you in such a way when you had already been claimed! How dare he try to steal what belonged rightfully to his king! Clearly, Jareth sneered to himself as his gripped his crystal tightly, that dolt’s mind had become water-logged.

Yes, all of that was bad enough, but it was your response that truly set the Goblin King aflame with anger.

“Oh, um, well,” you stammered bashfully as heat rose to your cheeks. “I was tricked into wishing myself away, and now I’m trying to solve the Labyrinth so I can go home.”

You blushed. You actually blushed.

Roaring in fury, Jareth threw the crystal he had been watching you with at his bedroom wall, watching with satisfaction as it shattered. His breaths heavy with rage, Jareth couldn’t get the image out of his head. You, averting your eyes shyly as a blush creeped over your cheeks, it played over and over again in his mind. You had never once looked at him in that way. You had never once taken his compliments of you seriously. You had never once shown him an ounce of such warmth as you did to that imbecilic bottom feeder.

And hadn’t Jareth done so much for you? Hadn’t he taken you into a world that no mortal could imagine? Hadn’t he offered you your very dreams? Hadn’t he offered you his love?

No, such disrespect would not stand, the king decided. He had spent too long simply watching you, allowing you to forget who exactly controlled your strings, who exactly you belonged to. He would teach you of your quickly approaching destiny as his for eternity, and he would teach all others in his kingdom what would happen if they tried to take you from him. With that determined, Jareth journeyed into the shadows until he came to the glade where you sat at the water’s edge.

“Ah, I should have guessed,” the nymph was saying. “As wondrous as the Labyrinth is, even it could not create a creature as beautiful as you.”

“Um, yeah. I’m actually just here because I was tricked by the Goblin King.”

“How many times must I tell you to call me Jareth, pet?”

Heart stuttering in your chest, you looked up to see Jareth standing a little ways beside you, his mismatched eyes boring into you possessively. Not wanting him to tower over you so easily, you scrambled to stand up, only for Jareth to place a hand on the top of your head, keeping you firmly in place. He smirked down at you, greatly pleased with the sight of you kneeling at his feet, and began to stroke your hair softly.

“Isn’t this better, pet? Isn’t this easier?” he cooed melodiously. “You know in your heart that this is where you are meant to be, under my loving hand. Wouldn’t it be so much better to stop fighting the one who loves you?” As you stared up at him with wide eyes, Jareth thought that you might finally see sense, might finally give in, and his heart rejoiced at the thought of finally being able to take you home. But a moment later, your eyes hardened.

“I will not stop fighting, not even if this were love.”

“Oh, I promise you, pet,” Jareth snarled, grasping your hair tightly in his hand, “it is.”

“But,” he continued, smirking once again, “you will soon have an eternity to learn that. Your companion here, on the other hand, will not be so lucky.”

Your eyes turning back to the stranger in the pool, you saw that much like yourself, he was staring up at the Goblin King with fear in his eyes. Unable to bear the thought of Jareth punishing an innocent person, you moved to take Jareth’s free hand into your own.

“Please, don’t!” you begged, your pride forgotten. “He didn’t do anything, he wasn’t trying to help me!”

“Oh, I know that. Truly, I believe I would have preferred that he was. For while he might not have tried to assist you, he did something worse. He tried to lay claim to what is mine.”

“Sire,” the nymph pleaded, “I swear on my life—”

Whatever the nymph was about to swear, neither you nor Jareth would ever discover. For the mere sound of the nymph’s voice reminded Jareth of how his subject had tried to charm you, and how well you had responded to his flirtations. So before the nymph could finish his plea, Jareth gave a rough wave of his hand and froze each inch of water of the nymph’s home. The nymph himself was still visible in the ice’s reflection, though he was frozen as the water itself. And while you were just barely beginning to hope that one day the ice might melt and the stranger would be freed, Jareth’s heel came down on the ice, piercing through it was though it were paper-thin glass, shattering the image of the nymph until he disappeared completely.

“All that,” you choked out, “all that because of your envy?”

Chuckling, Jareth cupped your chin gently in his hand, lifting you up so that you could see the twisted fondness lying in his discordant eyes.

“Not at all,” Jareth purred. “That was not envy, but jealousy. I refuse to let anyone take what is mine. And make no mistake, you are mine.”

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megan-is-mia · 4 years

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Yandere Prompts Compilation v2

(Mother of fuck i found a new interesting list of yandere prompts to fuck around with! Once again I do not own any of these it’s just a way for me to more easily keep track of stuff and requests from this list will be marked as MCW {like MCW10, or MCW23,56,89}. This list was original created by @ishizusv and @drink-it-write-it. Go look at their blogs :D )

~Mature Content Warning Yandere Starter Prompts~

1. “You’re safer with me!”

2. “You can’t go because I won’t let you.”

3. “I don’t want you to talk to them ever again.”

4. “You’re mine. All mine.”

5. “Come on, smile for me!”

6. “You look so beautiful when you cry.”

7. “Who hurt you?”

8. “I’ll kill them all. For you.”

9. “The most safest place in the world is with me.”

10. “Why do you keep trying to run away?”

11. “Stop fighting me!”

12. “You do love me…right?”

13. “I will never leave you.”

14. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

15. “I’ll give you every little piece of me. Just don’t leave me.”

16. “I need you more than I need air to breathe.”

17. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, so please don’t go.”

18. “Stay forever.”

19. “Just tell me you love me—even if you don’t, I don’t care. I just need to hear you say it.”

20. “I-I’ll do everything you ask of me! Just please…please don’t leave me!”

21. “Anything for you, my love. Everything for you.”

22. “Please don’t scream. I don’t want anyone thinking I’ve done something terrible to you.”

23. “Sorry for the restraints. Are they hurting you? I can take them off if only you don’t try to run away again.”

24. “Can’t you see? The world is a scary and dangerous place. If you stay here, you’ll be safe. In my arms.”

25. “I’m only trying to protect you.”

26. “Why are you so afraid of me? I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

27. “Keep smiling like that. It makes my heart happy.”

28. “Tell me you love me as I fuck you into the mattress.”

29. “Oh, you like being choked?”

30. “Hearing you say that makes me want to fuck you so badly.”

31. “Fuck, you look so beautiful like this; squirming beneath me, sucking my cock.”

32. “I’ll fuck you until you’re too tired to even speak.”

33. “If you leave again, I’ll have to remind you just how mean I can be.”

34. “Let me make love to you, over and over and over again. I just want to make you feel loved. Please.”

35. “I got a tattoo of your name on me. Look!”

36. “I hope you understand how far I’m willing to go for you—how many rules I’m willing to break for you.”

37. “Use me.”

38. “Take it out on me. As long as it’s only me, I don’t care.”

39. “But, I love you..!”

40. “I told you I would never break a promise.”

41. “I need you to be happy…I need you.”

42. “I love you, I love you, I love you—I’ll say it over and over again until my lungs start to burn and my voice goes hoarse.”

43. “You’re not allowed to leave me, so don’t even think about it.”

44. “I want nothing more than to stay by your side for the rest of my life. There isn’t a single thing that’s worth more than that.”

45. “You hurt me if you want. Hit me, stab me, yell at me. You can do anything, if you just stay with me.”

46. “I want to know what makes you squirm, what sounds you make if I touched you here—”

47. “Keep moaning my name like that.”

48. “I’ve always dreamt of what it would feel like to kiss your lips…”

49. “You want me to fuck you..? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?”

50. “Ah-ah. That’s not how this works. You don’t get to leave me.”

51. “I have so much more to give! Choose me! Love me!”

52. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me. You can hurt me if you’d like. After all, my body belongs to you.”

53. “If I had the choice, I’d want to spend every single second with you.”

54. “I’m not clingy! I just miss you, that’s all. Please don’t go away again.”

55. “Don’t you understand just how much I love you? How much I would do for you?!”

56. “You look so perfect like this.”

57. “Are the chains a bit much? I can undo them if they are.”

58. “Of course I’m jealous! You’re mine!”

59. “Am I supposed to be happy that you’re not giving me attention?”

60. “Tell me I’m good. Call me a good boy/girl. Praise me more. Please.”

61. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

62. “Did you read my note? Did you love it?”

63. “Oh, can’t find your clothes? Wear mine, they look better on you anyway.”

64. “Do you want your underwear back?”

65. “Let me take you a bath. I want to take care of you.”

66. “Only you and me. Right?”

67. “I’d give it all up for you.”

68. “You can have it all. My everything is yours and yours only."

69. “I’m going to make you love me.”

70. “After I’m done with you, you won’t even be capable of thinking of anything or anyone else but me.” ( credits @ishizusv )

71. “Give me all of you, now.” ( credits to anon )

72. “I’d burn the world for you.”

73. “If I hurt myself, will you take care of me?”

74. “I love it when you take care of me. I think I’ll hurt myself more just so you could do it forever.”

75. “Please stop looking at me with such disappointment in your eyes. I can’t take it.”

76. “Nothing is stopping me from coming back for you.”

77. “Now that I have you there is no way that I’m letting you go.”

78. “You promised! You said you would wait for me! You liar!”

79. “You know I only look at you this way, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never look at anyone else like that either.” ( credits to anon )

80. “I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine, mine and mine alone. Don’t ever forget.”

81. “I feel like I’m suffocating when I’m not near you.”

82. “Aw, you don’t have to cry anymore. I took care of the bad guys, isn’t that great? They can’t hurt you anymore. Not ever.”

83. “You think this is an unhealthy obsession? Darling, don’t be silly. You’re mine and I’m yours. You understand that, right?”

84. “Pay attention to me! Why aren’t you paying attention to me!”

85. “I pushed everyone away—for you! I’ve lost it all to be with you, so don’t leave me alone.”

86. “You don’t have to feel the same. All I ask is that you don’t leave me.”

87. “Leave me? Oh, sweetheart don’t joke like that. I might actually take you seriously and it would break my heart to see that.”

88. “You should really stop trying to run away. I’ll always find you, you know? Me and you—we have a connection that no one else will ever understand.”

89. “The only person who truly loves you is me. It will always be me.”

90. “You look so pretty covered in my come. Here, let me clean you up.”

91. “Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you’d like. I’m always willing to go further with you.”

92. “You can do anything you want to me. I’ll let you.”

93. “Who were you talking to just now? I don’t want to interfere, but I will if I have to.”

94. “You can’t ever leave me—I’ll make sure you don’t.”

95. “Why are you so afraid of me?”

96. “I knew it. They said something to you, didn’t they? They’re only trying to tear us apart. But it’s okay, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

97. “He only hears your laugh, I hear more, but even then it makes me furious.” ( credits to anon )

98. “I’ll make every inch of your body know that you belong to me, and me only.” ( credits to @ishizusv )

99. “You know I only look at you like this, but don’t forget the same will forever apply to by force or by your own choice.” ( credits to anon )

100. “You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow? Tell me—I will do whatever you ask of me.”

101. “Keep moaning my name like that…”

102. “I think about you when I touch myself…I’m always thinking about you.”

103. “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.”

104. “Tell me when to stop; I might just end up fucking you all night.”

105. “Ride me, my love. I want my face dripping in your come.”

106. “No one else can make you come the way I can, right?”

107. “I’m sorry I stole your underwear. I’ll give them back when I’m done with you.”

108. “Goodness. Do I have to lock you inside for you to get the hint? You’re mine. And what’s mine doesn’t get to leave.”

109. “You’re my happiness, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us together.”

110. “Leaving already? Why don’t you stay a little longer? No one knows where you are, anyway.”

111. “I can be anything you want. Just tell me.”

112. “It’s not stalking if both parties agree, now is it?”

113. “Is it impossible for you to feel the same way I do?”

114. “You’re my everything, so for you, I’d destroy everything.”

115. “Why are you crying? You knew this would happen, I told you this would happen if you ever tried to leave me.”

116. “Why do they insist on hurting you? I hate seeing you in pain. Let me take you away from it all.”

117. “I’d kill to have you.”

118. “Claim me, make me yours.”

119. “I’ll gouge out their eyes, so they can never look at you ever again.”

120. “I’d give up everything just to hold you for a second.”

121. “I can’t wait to spoil you and give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

122. “Will you break me? Torture me to perfection? I wouldn’t mind.”

123. “You know how sad and lonely it makes me when you ignore me, please stop doing that.”

124. “Are you mad at me? Tell me what to do so I can fix it. I’ll never hurt you ever again. I’m so sorry. Please…”

125. “Do you know how much it hurts to see you look at someone else? To see you smile at someone else? It makes me feel sick.”

126. “I’m so alone without you.”

127. “I’m sorry I hurt myself, but you have to understand; you weren’t here, and I was just so lonely and scared and—please never leave again!”

128. “I love you, I love you, I love you! Please don’t abandon me! Don’t leave me! I’m begging you!”

129. “You’re mine. You hear me? Mine. They can try to steal you away from me, but I won’t let them.”

130. “You’d never betray me, right?”

131. “Touch yourself for me and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

132. “We’ve invented new forms of love, can’t you see?”

133. “This would be so much easier if you’d just come willingly. I don’t want to force you, my love.”

134. “I know you’re scared, but I’m doing this all for you. You’ll understand soon, I promise.”

135. “Tell me you love me! Say it over and over again!”

136. “No, no, no, no! Don’t leave me!”

137. “Every single second we don’t speak feels like a knife stabbing into my chest over and over and over again.”

138. “I might not be able to take this any longer. I’m so jealous of you touching or even thinking of somebody else.”

139. “Give yourself to me. I’ll take care of you.”

140. “It seems like everyday I fall more and more in love with you.”

141. “I’ll make you want me, just you see.”

142. “I’ll ruin them for you.”

143. “I hate how I have to hide how much I know about you. I know so much about you, and I’m still learning.”

144. “I’ll protect you, no matter the cost.”

145. “Your smile, your love, your heart—I want them all directed at me.”

146. “Oh, my love, you have no idea how much I’ve been holding myself back for you.”

147. “You don’t have to hold yourself back. Show me everything—ruin me, I’m begging you.”

148. “I fear that you’ll leave me one day, and it always puts me in an anxiety attack because I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

149. “You can hate me, but just don’t leave me.”

150. “I’m normally not a violent person, but I’d do anything for you.”

151. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. I can hear you breathing, my love.”

152. “Can’t you see how much I fucking love you? You can’t just keep ignoring me like this.”

153. “If they touch you, I’ll chop off their hands.”

154. “I’d let you hit me if you really wanted to. Give me all your rage if it will lessen the burden.”

155. “Would you run away if I told you that I wanted to keep you for myself?”

156. “You didn’t answer my calls or my texts—are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?”

157. “I can watch you sleep all night and still not feel tired in the morning.”

158. “I need you. No, you don’t understand…I need to feel your small hand in my own, I need to hear your voice, touch your lips, please don’t turn away from me.”

159. “Every single part of you is mine! All mine!”

160. “In this world of infinite choices, I’ll always choose you.”

161. “I’m jealous, I’m so fucking jealous.”

162. “Am I doing something wrong? Am I too clingy? Do I scare you? Tell me so I can fix it!”

163. “You’re thinking of someone else, I can tell. I don’t like it.”

164. “Tell me what to do? I’m yours.”

165. “I will change fate if you are not destined to be mine.”

166. “Oh no, you misunderstood me, my love. You will stay here, and you do not have a choice in the matter.”

167. “I want you to own me completely.”

168. “Their love can never compare to mine. I will always love you more than they ever could.”

169. “I need your constant attention, devotion, validation—I’ll do anything for you to give it all to me.”

170. “I feel sick to my stomach without you.”

171. “Will you hate me? Hurt me? If that will make you feel better then please, hurt me in every way imaginable.”

172. “Do you like my hair longer or shorter? Brighter or darker? Do you want me to be happy or sad? Tell me, so I can be perfect…just for you.”

173. “I’m the only one allowed to touch you!”

174. “I’ll isolate myself from everyone if it’ll help you be happy. I don’t care. I only need you. I’ll do it, I swear.”

175. “I hope you’re thinking of me right now.”

176. “Of course I’m scared! I’m fucking terrified that you’ll leave me for them!”

177. “Ask me. I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

178. “We have a bond, my darling. No one can ever imagine to know what our love is like.”

179. “I’m doing this for you! Can’t you see that?”

180. “You can hurt me. Yell at me, rip out my heart and shred it to pieces. Do it all, but promise that you’ll stay by my side.”

181. “You’ll love me the most, right?”

182. “I can’t let you go out…the world is so cruel—it’ll ruin you.”

183. “Don’t say that! And please stop yelling! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

184. “The next time they touch you will be the last time they have hands.”

185. “Oh, sweetheart, they aren’t really your friends. I can be your friend—I can be better than they are. They don’t need you, I need you.”

186. “Please smile for me!”

187. “I can always…carve a smile into your face.”

188. “You don’t have to feel so lonely when you have me!”

189. “Will you let me ruin you? If you say yes, I won’t hesitate to mark you with my filth. Please, let me devour you…”

190. “You’re so pure and untainted…”

191. “Am I scaring you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I can be a little overzealous at times.”

192. “As it turns out, you’re not allowed to leave me, so don’t even think about it.”

193. “I love you so much. I’ll say it over and over and over again until my lungs are filled with fire and my voice is hoarse.”

194. “I want nothing more than you have you all to myself. Like now, I can’t stop imagining what it would feel like to have you writhing beneath me.”

195. “I want to know what sounds you make. Wat happens if I touch you…here? Can I touch you wherever I like? Can I make you come?”

196. “I want to kiss you until you’re gasping for air.”

197. “Let me mark you and I’ll let you do the same.”

198. “I want to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock…I think it would be heavenly, don’t you?”

199. “We’re supposed to be together forever. Why did you leave? It’s my fault, isn’t it? I did this? I pushed you away, right?”

200. “I’m so high that just one touch from you will have me coming undone in the palm of your hand.”

201. “Everything hurts when you’re not here…it hurts so much. Make it stop.”

202. “Are you still talking to other people? Why…? Aren’t I enough?”

203. “Are you teasing me, love? You know how I get when you tease me.”

204. “You can make me bleed. Do it. Please.”

205. “Silly goose…you’re doing it again…pretending you don’t love me.”

206. “I don’t want to chain you up, but I will if I have to.”

207. “It’s not fair—stop that, stop doing that! You’re mine!”

208. “You know I love you, right? More than anything in the universe?”

209. “The way you say my name feel so fucking good…keep saying it.”

210. “Your laugh is so cute…I want to be the only one to hear it.”

211. “I don’t have time for them, I only have time for you.”

212. “I never planned on loving you this much, but my feelings for you are absolutely insane.”

213. “I’m nothing without you!”

214. “I need you more than I need air to breathe.”

215. “Anything for you. Everything for you.”

216. “Are the restraints uncomfortable? Too tight? If I take them off, will you promise not to leave?”

217. “I got your name tattooed on my skin. Look!”

218. “It’s so sickening to think of somebody else touching you.”

219. “I hope you understand just how far I’m willing to go for you. How many rules I’m willing to break for you.”

220. “Use me. I don’t care.”

221. “I told you that I’d never break a promise.”

222. “I need you to be happy. I need you…”

223. “Why are you crying? Who hurt you? I’ll bash their skulls in.”

224. “I feel like you’re trying to leave me. You know that’s not how this works, you don’t get to leave.”

225. “You’re gentle with me, my love. You can be rough if you want. I’ll succumb to your everything. My body belongs to you.”

226. “I want to spent eternity with you.”

227. “I took your hoodie—it smells like you.”

228. “Let me leave my claim on you. Please…it’s all I ask.”

229. “I would do anything for you. Absolutely anything.”

230. “You’re just so cute while you’re distracted.”

231. “Controlling myself around you is so fucking hard.”

232. “The thought of you not talking to me makes me want to drive a knife through my skull!”

233. “Don’t even look at anyone else.”

234. “What’s a life without you in it?”

235. “If it came down between you and me, I’d choose you. Always you.”

236. “You’re my favorite person in the world. Now please tell me the same.”

237. “Tell me I’m yours.”

238. “It’s embarrassing, but I feel sort of selfish when it comes to you. Almost like I’ll get sick if you’re nice to someone else.”

239. “I’m not trying to be clingy, I just can’t stand to be away from you.”

240. “Please tell me again. Tell me how much you love me even if it’s a lie.”

241. “No, you’re not going without me.” ( credits to anon )

242. “Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.” ( credits to anon )

243. “You’re not allowed to see them anymore.” ( credits to anon )

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In the dream, I was walking to what is called Raven's Nest (a cabin on the farm owned by a Hollywood star whose name I shall omit). Lucas was standing next to the shack behind my room, and he was staring at me with just about every ounce of jealous yandere in his expression he could muster.

I tried walking to him, but tripped, and as I fell; I woke up, cold.

I hate the cold.

I layered on the clothing in the spring heat, heat I would normally wear a loose shirt and shorts in, but today nothing could make me warm.

I had breakfast with my father, fetch my computer, and lock my door.

The door doesn't unlock again, and a cold dread seeps through me, and I tell Chris with heavy apologizing.

The chaos followed me like the wind did.

I couldn't concentrate during school. I remember home, and what would have happened if I was at home, and when Chris offers me porridge I think it's a test, and decline. At home, if I was in trouble, I couldn't eat out of stressed nausea.

I dissociate, have a full-blown panic attack that hurts more than hell - hurts like my heart is being ripped out, hurts like I can't breathe, hurts like I can't see - and when it's over, I'm left crying, and no one is around to witness it, and I'm grateful for that.

I text my best friend. Tell her about the dream. She's scared for me. I'm scared too, but more excited. I tested something, and was pleased with the results.

See - Papa and I have a theory that a way to draw Lucas out of hiding is to make him jealous, and if the previous night with Owen drew him out that easily, the theory might very well be true.

However... I felt anger from him. Anger I've never felt before. Lucas is angry, so angry, and it's directed towards me. Maybe if I play on this anger of his, he'll finally come out of hiding. This is what my best friend is scared of - that I'll hurt myself dancing with the devil.

After school, I tell Owen about the dream and he gives me a funny look and says, "You two have a really weird relationship." I remind him softly that I devastated existence because of Lucas. He doesn't reply.

We go for a walk. We walk to Raven's Nest. I stare at the spot Lucas stood, willing him back, into my waking state, but he is not there, and Owen and I continue walking without hassle.

We talk about 'us'. I tell him that if I dissociate and start going into 'that territory' again, he needs to stop me if I don't stop myself. He agrees. Every time I remember anything that happened, my entire body squirms. I'm glad we have come to the agreement that we will not continue this dangerous path.

We walk into the veld, and I start smelling corruption in the air.

I've always had the Sight, up until my sixteenth birthday when it vanished. This fact terrified me. I know what is out there, and I can still sense them, but I cannot see them.

I'm not afraid of what I see. I'm terrified of what I can't see.

And the corruption in the air is strong, woozy, and sickly sweet. I smell it like a shark smells blood.

But nowhere can I find the source of it, and when Owen climbs up onto the rock next to me, I lash out and punch him out of terrified reflex, followed by heavy apologizing. We walk back home.

We spend the evening sitting in deck chairs, me reading Game of Thrones, him failing at playing a chess game against himself.

At page 90, I theorize that Jon Snow is not truly a bastard, and that he is the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen.

My reasoning is that Jon's 'father', Eddard Stark, only loved one woman more than his wife and that was his sister, and he never spoke to his wife about his sister, and the only other woman he never spoke to his wife about was Jon's mother.

In the early scene where King Robert visits the Stark Crypt to pay his respects to Lyanna, he speaks about how he 'vowed to kill Rhaegar for what he did to Lyanna', and I immediately assumed rape.

Then I connected the dots, and I have yet to see whether my theory is true or not.

At around the hundredth page, on Dany's wedding when she receives the Dragon eggs, I theorize that, contrary to the words of Illyrio, the eggs have not turned to stone over time and that they will hatch under the care of Dany, though for what reason, I cannot yet supply.

I rather like Khal Drogo. He seems a good man, and a good husband to his thirteen-year-old Stormborn bride.

A much better husband than her brother would ever have been. I hope he gets what he deserves - A slow, painful death that satisfies the reader.

Still full from my late lunch of an English breakfast with my father, I skip dinner (surprising, I know) and instead play guitar. I find a tune I came up with years ago, one I called 'Melody of Sleep', and as I played it, I could feel the eyes watching me fall closed, and I could feel the distant forest sleeping.

I spoke to Owen. It was dark, and I was feeling watched, and I was scared, so we cuddled while watching YouTube aimlessly. I spoke to him about my life at home. The pain. The trauma. And how it was never really acknowledged, how I lived on constant doubt of what I witnessed to the point where I would forget chunks of events, that I as constantly living in the shadowed fear of my family.

The decision to live with my father, who terrifies me and who I despise, for six months being a difficult choice easily made. I'd do anything to escape from the I was forced to call home.

I told him about the letter I wrote for my mother when I tried to kill myself, and how the only response to listening to the song had been my stepfather (who has raised me since two and whom I love dearly) telling my mom in a hushed voice in the room next to mine at night that I was sick, that the song is insanity.

My mother never truly heard it. Never heard the hurt behind the words. I sang it to her above a crowd full of people, her eyes the only place I looked, even as I asked her to sing me to sleep, even as I told her my biggest fears, a feat that took my entire body to complete.

And she never heard it.

I played the song to Owen. Then, exhausted, I asked him not to fall in love with me. People tend to do that after seeing my darkness.

I was too tired to ask him to go home, and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning at half past eight, my phone out of batteries, the door open, Owen gone though I do not know when, missing Lucas more than anything.

I wish my Lucas was here.

- the Dreamcatcher Girl, In the Middle of Nowhere

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Can you please do Yandere Shuichi x Yandere Rantaro x Kaede? Shuichi loves Rantaro and he knows this, but he loves Kaede more. So Shuichi decides to bring the pianist as a present. The poor girl is now trapped in a terrifying situation with her life at the mercy of a deadly love triangle. With Shuichi telling she’s lucky he won’t kill her.

This is so long, but I hope you all enjoy!

Yandere!Saihara Shuichi x Yandere!Rantaro Amami x Kaede Akamatsu!

The Detective’s feelings weregradual, festering and becoming much more intense with time. Saihara was stuckin a rut, though, because the man he loved had his eyes set on another.

And he could sense something darker inside of Rantaro – that might be why hisfeelings were so strong. Rantaro was the only person who could truly understandhim.

He could tell that the other man was planning something evil involving Kaedeand did his best to talk him out of it – after all, he’d hate to see somethingbad happen to him.

Rantaro was hyper-aware of the Detective’s feelings for him, but he simply lovedKaede more. Her innocence and enthralling beauty could not be denied orovershadowed, even if Saihara understood him better.

Their situation was peculiar and lethal.

Saihara could simply kill Kaede and just get rid of his competition, but thenwould Rantaro ever love him back? Would Rantaro ultimately kill him in an act of vengeance? There was no doubt in his mind that thegreen-haired man would immediately know who was responsible should anythinghappen to the Pianist.

Should he simply let Rantaro give his heart to the girl? That would truly killhim inside and send him into a fit of rage.

And Rantaro had to carefully balance his options – he knew what Saihara wascapable of, and knew that he may strike at Kaede, but he also knew that hisheart was with her and he couldn’t control himself around her. Saihara’s feelings were one-sided, but so were Rantaro’s; there was no clear solution.

Poor Kaede had no idea what she was getting herself into, unknowingly becomingthe pawn in the two twisted men’s games.

Saihara spent hours pacing around his room whilst trying to figure out what thebest course of action was. He weighed his options while simultaneously admiringthe collection of photos he’d taken of Rantaro, gritting his teeth and cursingKaede for driving a wedge between them.

How could he win Rantaro’s love without harming her? He truly hated her gutsbut needed to restrain that side of himself should he ever get the man heloved.

That’s when a sick idea entered his mind.

Saihara could easily find out where the Pianist lived – he knew everythingabout Rantaro and knew that the green-haired man stalked Kaede’s locationregularly. It would be no issue to simply follow his beloved to uncover herwhereabouts.

If he brought Rantaro the girl as a gift… maybe, just maybe, he would open hiseyes to something greater and they could both get what they want.

That’s exactly what he did. The Detective had experience with breaking into someoneelse’s home through all of his practice with Rantaro and waited for Kaede tocome back home from her Piano lessons. Thankfully, she lived alone which made his job easier.

He watched her reenter her small bedroom and drop her belongings on the bed and thenslip into a more comfortable nightgown. In the midst of changing, he strikeswhen she is the most vulnerable.

Saihara slowly creeps out from his hiding spot and lunges at theunsuspecting blonde, who lets out a sudden yelp. Before she can call for help,he’s slipping the chloroform rag over her mouth and feels Kaede’s limp bodycollapse in his arms.

He dragged her sleeping body to Rantaro’s nearby home, making sure to cover his tracks as he did so. Saihara’s heart began to flutter as he inched closer to the front-door, hoping that his sudden arrival wasn’t too intense.

Rantaro’s eyes widen at the presence of the Detective at his doorstep. He isabout to turn cold and stern, his fingers clutching the small pocket knife healways kept on his person, wondering if he had to finally take out the pest before him. He wondered how Saihara uncovered his address but couldn’t deny that he was curious as to what he was doing here.

Before he finds an ample opportunity to slash at his throat, Saihara unveilshis gift – Kaede’s unconscious body curled up in the bushes beside Rantaro’sfront door. A blush forms on his face as he stares down at the woman heloved.

“What is the meaning of this…? Did you hurt her-?” His eyes narrow and turnharsh as Saihara defensively holds up his hands and drops his weapon and rag.

“N-no,” a sheepish grin forms on his lips as he stares down shyly, “she’s justunconscious. She’s my gift… to you~.”

Rantaro is silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. He knew his violent andjealous tendencies were strong but he never thought he’d actually kidnap Kaedeand hide her away in his home… and yet, Saihara already did all the dirty workand he knew he may never get another opportunity like this again.

His hands are trembling as he nods and lifts the girl over his shoulder, leading Saihara into his home.Rantaro fears that he may be getting the Detective’s hopes up by accepting his wicked offer.

He locks himself away in his room, shutting Saihara out. Rantaro is fawning over Kaede who looked so beautiful even while unconscious. Although Saihara wished he could join them, this gave him the perfect chance to linger around Rantaro’s home, picking up a few of his personal belongings to add to his collection along the way.

Rantaro finally called him in once the girl begins to awaken. She tosses and turns, her eyes adjusting to her surroundings. Once Kaede realizes that she isn’t in her own bedroom and notices the two men standing over her, she scoots away and tries to shield herself from their gaze.

A long, evil grin forms on Rantaro’s lips as he applauds Saihara for his hard work, thanking him for the gift.

Kaede is perplexed; it takes her a moment to realize that she’s the gift he’s talking about. Her heart speeds up as sweat droplets form along her forehead, becoming increasingly more terrified of her current situation.

A sense of pride fills Saihara and he is thankful that he could make his beloved happy, even if it meant bringing him the competition. He darkly stares at Kaede which sends chills down her spine.

“You’re lucky I won’t kill you…” he says slowly as Rantaro strokes her face wordlessly, causing Kaede to flinch away. “I did it all for him.”

The Pianist began to wonder how she found herself in this terrifying Love Triangle. The last thing she could remember was coming home from her lessons and then someone coming out of her closet, embracing her before she fell asleep. Putting the pieces together, she retraces her thoughts and puts a face to her captor - Saihara, the quiet boy in her class whom she’s only spoken to on a few rare occasions.

She felt trapped, fearing for her life as his words send her into a panic; that’s when Rantaro chimes in. “I’ve loved you for so long but I never thought I’d finally have you all to myself,” he inches towards her and places a kiss on her cheek, causing her to wince and shut her eyes tightly.

A growl escapes Saihara’s throat as he wished that it was him. He repeats his previous sentence, “I won’t kill you because I know that he loves you. Consider yourself lucky, because in any other situation I wouldn’t hesitate to end your life…” Her stomach sinks as she realizes that her life is in danger as long as these two are around.

Rantaro holds up his hand, silencing him. Then, he turns to the man and places a kiss on his forehead which causes Saihara to blush uncontrollably. “Thank you, Shuichi, but I need you to calm down.”

Kaede begins to tug on her restraints, causing the men to laugh. She demands that they let her go, insisting that she won’t tell anyone.

The green-haired man hunkers down beside her with a playful smile on his face. “Why would I let you go? I love you, Kaede, and I want you to stay here with me… with us, we’ll take care of you.”

Tears are streaming down her face and she wishes she was anywhere else but here. The two intimidating men begin to approach her as she realizes that she’s just a toy to them, a prize.

“Now, if you want to fight back I can make this experience very, very painful for you. Or… I can let Saihara have his way with you. You don’t want that, do you?”

That was the moment when Kaede noticed that Rantaro was clutching a small knife in his hands and the weight of the deadly Love Triangle finally hits her. She shakes her head, causing the two to smile maliciously. “Good,” Rantaro coos in her ear.

- Mod Rantaro

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