Serial killer!Maegor Targaryen x Reader
A/N: Just rewriting and posting some old work
You always knew Maegor was different. From the moment he started stalking you in high school, something inside you stirred, something dark and twisted. He was older, much older, but it didn’t matter to you. You were drawn to him, captivated by his dangerous aura, by the way he seemed to know everything about you, the way he watched you.
He killed your ex-boyfriend who was trying to win you back. You remember the way Maegor looked at you when he told you, his eyes dark and intense. “He wasn’t good for you,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “No one will ever take you from me.”
He killed your teacher too, the one you had a crush on. “He looked at you like you were his,” Maegor whispered in your ear as he fucked you that night, his hand gripping your throat. “But you’re mine. Only mine.”
You never tried to leave. Even as you grew older, went to college, started a new life, Maegor was always there. It was never a typical relationship, but there was an unspoken bond, an understanding between you two. He didn’t need to live with you; he had cameras installed in every room of your house. He needed to know you were safe, needed to ensure your loyalty.
One night, you were taking a shower when he joined you. Blood smeared across his hands and body. He hugged you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist as the water washed the blood away. “I took care of another one,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “He was no good for you.”
You turned to face him, the water cascading over both of you. “Thank you,” you said softly, your hands sliding up his chest. “Thank you for protecting me.”
His eyes softened for a moment, a rare tenderness showing through. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice husky. “I’ll always protect you.”
Sometimes, he would be gentle, the two of you lying together and talking about the future. “We’ll have a house in the country,” he would say, his hand tracing patterns on your skin. “Somewhere quiet and safe. Just you and me.”
But more often than not, your nights were filled with a dark passion. He loved fucking you with the murder weapon close by, the cold steel pressing against your skin. “This is what happens to those who try to take you from me,” he’d whisper, his breath hot against your neck.
You trusted Maegor’s judgment, loved him in a way that felt almost sacred. You pitied those who didn’t have a love like yours, those who couldn’t understand the depth of your bond.
When Maegor was arrested, it felt like a part of you had been ripped away. You tried to move on, even got engaged to someone else, but you always thought of him. Then the murders started again. At first, you thought it was someone else, but when your fiancé’s sister was found dead, tied up in the exact way Maegor used to tie you, you knew he was back.
You felt his presence everywhere, felt his eyes on you. You missed that feeling, the thrill of being watched, the excitement of knowing he was near. You craved him, but he was teasing you, taking his time.
On your wedding day, as you were on your way to the venue, you thought about Maegor. The car stopped, and before you could react, you were drugged and everything went black. When you woke up, you were still in your wedding dress, but the location was far from where you used to live.
Maegor stepped into view, a dark smile on his face. You ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. “I knew you’d come for me,” you whispered against his lips.
“I faked your murder,” he told you, his eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. “Framed it on your fiancé. He’ll never bother you again.”
You couldn’t care less about your ex-fiancé. You were finally back in the arms of your true love. “Take me away, Maegor,” you said, your voice breathless. “I want to be with you, always.”
He smiled, a dark and dangerous smile. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go,” he whispered, pulling you into a deep, possessive kiss.
You felt safe in his arms, felt the dark thrill of his love envelop you. Together, you would forge a future, a life built on the twisted and unholy bond that bound you together.
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HERMIT A DAY MAY - DAY 23
TangoTek x Yu-Gi-Oh
For Tango I picked Yu-Gi-Oh!!
Most people know Yu-Gi-Oh! as a cartoon and card game, but in the original story the pharoah spirit who possesses Yugi is known as the King of Games, as in, all games. So who better to represent Yu-Gi-Oh! than the creator and dungeon master of Decked Out, the ultimate game within a game?
To learn more about Yu-Gi-Oh! and see my style references, continue below the cut.
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(The King of Games would definitely donate to Gamers Outreach)
Yu-Gi-Oh! is a manga and anime series about a boy named Yugi Mutou who solves a cursed puzzle from ancient Egypt and is then possessed by the spirit of a ruthless Pharoah who has lost all his memories.
"Ruthless?" I can hear fans of the anime saying. "The Pharoah is a good guy!"
Incorrect! He only becomes a good guy later. Early on he is literally Ancient Egyptian Jigsaw.
In the manga, the Pharoah takes over Yugi's body whenever Yugi is in danger, whether he wants it or not, and manipulates people into agreeing to rigged, high stakes Shadow Games. Once they inevitably lose, he traps them in a Penalty Game (a poetic justice torture scenario) for the rest of their lives or possibly all of eternity depending on the situation. It's really messed up! Highlights of early Yu-Gi-Oh Penalty Games include:
Lighting a guy on fire
Blinding a guy
Telltale Heart-ing a guy
Driving a guy so crazy his rips out his own eye
Blowing a guy up
Envenomating a guy with his own pet scorpion
Electrocuting people
Forcing a guy to endure an illusion of eternal zombie attacks
Trapping people in hell forever
...and more!
The show is way more family friendly and follows a significantly mellowed-out Pharoah and his friends as they battle bad guys with card games that summon monsters to fight on their behalf. It's pretty fun an campy!
However, Yu-Gi-Oh! the show is fairly well known so I also wanted to take this opportunity to introduce everyone to season 0 manga Pharoah, who is literally a serial killing ghost with a gambling problem that's possessing a 16 year old.
If you had an Egyptology phase as a kid, give Yu-Gi-Oh! a watch. If you watched Yu-Gi-Oh! as a kid, go read the early manga.
Style references:
There he is, the King of Games. The heart of the cards guides him but he also full on just, like, cheats too.
Malik, on the left, and Bakura, on the right. These two are villains from the show who are also teenagers possessed by (evil) Egyptian spirits that were trapped in cursed metal knick-knacks. Everyone in this show has Hair with a capital H.
The Yu-Gi-Oh! title design.
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