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Yandere Overlord | A Little Crush 
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“Oh, my–who is this?”
You had been allowed to sit in on the meeting with Ainz, reading his hidden plea that you actually help him understand some of this. Of course under the guise of learning the guardians pay no mind in fact their barely able to contain their excitement to see both you and Ainz.
“That is the insolent emperor of the Vassal country of Baharuth Empire–”
Albedo continued to spew insults but you couldn’t help the heat that spread all over when you looked at his purple-pink irises. You put the picture down before your typical smile could change too much instead using your abilities to inform, Ainz as you promised.
‘Scared him into submission? I don’t remember doing anything but making peace before…’
‘Demiurge is specifically thinking about your appearance at the match…apparently, he was trying to meet with the Slane theocracy but your showing up immediately scared him into submission. Wow! Good job, Ainz!’
‘No good job! I didn’t even know that was happening!”
‘Sure. Sure.’
The meeting continued, which ensured a constant struggle as you tried not to look at the image they had crafted. When it ended you fought with yourself not to take the image instead opting to use your power to photocopy the image onto paper later…or maybe a body pillow.
“Jircniv huh? What a cutie!”
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You didn’t have Ainz’s emotional regulator…that much was clear. Yet in the beginning, your true emotions illuded the guardians of Nazarick. But after many months of observation and talking with you they picked up on the subtle signs. Like today the heat emanating from your body, the way you crossed your legs, the bite of your lip to restrict the larger smile–it was all too clear.
“FOR A CRETIN LIKE THAT NO LESS!?” Albedo smashed the table. 
Demiurge rose, fighting the urge to angrily thrash his tail about. 
“Calm yourself Albedo…this could just be mere interest. (Y/n)-sama has expressed a growing interest in politics…we shouldn’t be so quick to judge!”
“B-but they n-never looked at anyone else like that!” Mare spoke sharing worried eye contact with his sister who returned the favor.
“At this rate…they’ll like them more than us!”
A pregnant silence hung over the room; each of the floor guardians imagining horrifying images of you leaving them for a mere human. Some were of you on the emperor’s arm in wedding garments, others had you sharing a milkshake and feeding the emperor, and another had you promising to run away with the dreaded emperor. Fear and horror enveloped all in the room bringing them to their knees as they reeled in pain. Amidst this Cocyutus took a stand, prepared to bring these worries to light. 
“I say…we bring our concerns to Ainz-sama!”
“YES!” “Y-yeah!” “I agree.” 
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It doesn’t take long for Ainz to see this behavior himself. Hearing your telepathic giggles when you open the same page in the book you’ve been reading for a month is enough confirmation for him. And like always he is the one left to make the hard-hitting decision.
“AINZ-SAMA I suggest I personally help quell their sexual needs!”
“I’m more equipped to take care of them, ariska. ”
“Are you kidding, Mare and me cuddle with them all the time! Maybe you should make them do more with us!”
“Y-yeah!” 
“Perhaps they simply wish to explore its healthy for youngins to—”
“Shut up Cocuyutus!” “Grrrr!” “Quiet Cocyutus, ariska!” 
And while he agrees you’re boredom is probably a good indicator it’s also because you’re you. He’s sure if he knew you in his old world or even in his guild this would have been normal. As your technical guardian, he shouldn’t really interfere…but even he can’t help but be annoyed with the telepathic squeals you keep making. So maybe on a whim, he’ll make a judgment call. 
“A trip to the Vassal state?”
“Yes, it's important that you publicly integrate yourself with the Sorcerer Kingdom.”
‘Do you want to?’
“I’m especially grateful!! I’ll take my mission with pride!” 
‘Yes!!! Thanks, Ainz!’
Your telepathic voice warms his nonexistent heart and he sends you away with Aura and Mare. He hopes their presence will deter any acting out on the Emperor’s end and as a deterrent from you possibly…deepening relations. At the guardian's insistence, Ainz sets up a magic glass to watch you from. So with great anticipation, they all watch as you pull away in your carriage pulled by the undead as you make your way to the Baharath Empire. 
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“Oh, Aura Mare now that we’re practically here I’ve suddenly become so nervous!” 
You nervously mused playing with your headdress and veil resting on your lap. You could see through the carriage with your power easily; watching the people of the Baharuth Empire look on in astonishment. But your nervousness wasn’t about meeting people at least not entirely, you were going to meet the man who plagued your imagination with his face for the last month. 
“U-uhm (Y-Y/n)-sama why are y-you so nervous! You’re the most amazing Supreme being next to Ainz-sama s-so y-you should be c-confident.” 
Mare peeped out, blushing as he complimented you. You gave him a loving smile patting your gloved hand on the tip of his clenched fists causing him to release. 
“Thank you Mare, for reminding me! It’s just I’m more nervous about meeting one particular person.”
“Oh? Who is this particular person? Have they done something that we should punish them for?”
Aura probed leaning close to you as if on the verge of discovery. While Aura understood good and well that the Emperor was the cause of this she couldn’t place how; or why the guardians were so averse to it. She guessed it was similar to the way Albedo felt about Ainz but you didn’t do anything as she does so she was stumped…how could a weak human have anything against a Supreme Being like you?
You giggled, “Oh Aura, you’re so cute! I’ll tell you when you’re older!”
She blushed at your statement hiding her face against the corner of the carriage as she mulled against her shaken resolve. She just couldn’t help but crumble when your attention was solely focused on her like that. In a way, she related to big sis Albedo a bit. 
With your Sorcerer headdress resembling Ainz and a dark veil covering your face you stepped out of your carriage with Yuri lending you a hand out of the carriage with a bow of respect. 
“Presenting (Y/n)-sama, the flower of the Sorcer Kingdom!” 
The people guffawed as you traveled up the stairs of the Emperor’s palace, many whispering words of awe as you made your way up the steps. Thankfully the people were so focused on you that they failed to notice the twins who so easily killed a great mass of people before their vassal status. 
The guide into the palace was one of his personal guard, fighting the tremble in his voice as he recognized Aura and Mare. Passing by various staff and soldiers you drew their attention easily many dropping weapons or papers as they watched you for as long as they would be let. Past a set of golden double doors you finally laid eyes upon the deeply bowing emperor. 
“Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix, at your service.”
It was a demeaning bow for someone called the “bloody emperor” and you couldn’t help feeling pity. Already knowing what you wished Yuri cleared her throat and demanded that his personal guard and any remaining staff clear the room. She even sent a look towards the twins who pouted until you turn to them with a pleading tilt of your head. Sulking they excused themselves finally leaving you and Jircniv, with the exception of Yuri, all alone.
Worldlessly she bowed towards you once more before raising your veil, you smile when shock overtakes his face. 
“Its a pleasure to meet you Jircniv! I hope you can show me the best Baharuth Empire has to offer.”
“Of course my liege!” 
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When Jircniv had been informed of a visit from Nazarick he near crapped himself in fear that it be in reprimand to his attempt to betray...but when he heard that the “Flower of Nazarick”was in attendance he relaxed…a little. This probably was the final nail in the coffin for him, pulling at his hair and cursing his hubris he ordered the best for your arrival. Even as you arrived with those dreaded dark elves as guards he was sure you would be the one to rip out his heart. 
To that, he was right. The lifting of your veil was the fist, tightly grasping his heart as it slowly revealed your face to him. The pulling was the ethereal gleam of your smile and voice. In complete juxtaposition from Ainz Ooal Gown you glowed with a heartwrenching presence that had him practically becoming a puddle on the floor. If he were a lesser man he would have been far to floored to look away to bow even harder than before but he was an emperor for blood’s sake.
Immediately he rearranged the whole plan for the day, changing seating arrangements that would have put space between you two to eliminating them entirely. Offering his hand to you when there was so much of a change in tiles. Even when maid with the gauntlets threatened to kill him for overstepping he remained steadfeast. All his fear had dissipated the moment you revealed your face, he wondered if it was some sort of sorcery that made him so infatuated. If it was, he doubted he’d ever wanted it removed. Even when your veil dropped over your face again and he felt misery take hold of his being once more–he still didn’t want to be relieved of this joy. Watching you feast on the various delicacies as they disappeared behind your veil overtook him with a feeling of pride.
Hearing the relayed words of joy as you experienced the different activities and festivals he had prepared in your honor. Had him swooning all the more, completely nulling the deathly glares from the elves that had so easily lay waste to his army.
“Ahem (Y/n)-sama would like to thank you for the griffin egg, tch, they say they will be thinking of you when they raise it.”
“I’m honored, my highness!”
Hardly able to hold back his tears when you must retire he takes a bold step that leaves all your guardians itching to pulverize him. A kiss against your gloved hand before you dismiss yourself for the night is all it is. 
“Good night, oh luscious flower of Nazarick! I’ll be counting the seconds until I may see you again!”
In the comfort of your room with Aura and Mare sitting on the grand bed you received they watch as you float about as you scream into the various pillows.
“Keeee he actually said that to me! OhmigoshOhmigoshOhmigosh! Can you believe he said that to me!? Hehehe!”
So enveloped in your joy you fail to register the dark shadows that have cast over Aura’s and Mare’s faces. 
“Yeah…it sure is great…”
“Isn’t it? Who’d think he’d be so sweet! Especially on the first day, too! Weeee, its just like those romance fanfics–”
“U-uhm (Y/n)-sama? C-can y-you tell me how g-good I was today!? I followed Ainz-sama’s and your orders and I didn’t hurt any humans!
Mare’s outburst had Aura incredulously looking at her twin. Especially because she knew well and good how many times her twin opened the ground to swallow the humans following after your entourage. But she watched as your floated back down to the bed pulling Mare into your chest as you pet his head, she hurriedly crawled to your other side.
“M-me too! Do me too (Y/n)-sama!” 
“Okay okay you two get over here!” 
Miles away in the safety of Nazarick the other guardians watched as the glass ball they had been watching from received a crack. 
They weren’t the only ones who were regretting letting you leave.
On a completely personal level...
This man just sends me...
I wanna bite so bad I don't know why! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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the-blind-geisha · 1 year
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If you want… (´・ω・`) could I make a request, and it’s no problem if you don’t want to!
Where a Human-Player!MC was playing the game one day & either as a friend or a special event was able to somehow run into Demiurge, Ulbert somehow took him to a special game event that allowed NPCs. Which somehow leads to Demi getting a crush on them and he somehow gets them stuck in the game permanently to be with him…?
A/N: Sorry this took an eternity for me to get to! I'd be happy to do that! ♥
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The NPCs were very rarely ever allowed to journey with their Creators outside of Nazarick or being summoned into dungeons and raids. But once Yggdrasil introduced a new event that would even place NPCs for quests at heteromorphic and humanoid areas for a celebration, the guilds realized their own self-created NPCs could join as well.
There were very few events that allowed a cease fire between both sides, but this was one of those events.
It happened twice a year, and that was it.
Regardless... even as an NPC, Demiurge remembered her.
She was a human, but she was the one human in that world that he could recall ever flattering him and his Creator. In the past, he would have preferred to destroy any and everybody that didn't align with Nazarick, but she was spared his aggressive gaze.
“Oh, I guess your Creator isn't here today, is he, Demiurge?”
He couldn't answer back then. He was just code running with limited abilities in which he could say or do anything. Even his 'speech' was limited to hurt and triumphant noises. With her standing close to him, he merely shifted his head from side to side to show the code HeroHero implemented inside of him.
Walking up to him, she used the /embrace emote to hug his character. The devil responded in kind, as most NPCs could react to a few simple emotes players did around them.
“I won this, by the way.” She dug into her inventory to pull out a flame lily. It was a beautiful flower with petals that reached upwards like a roaring flame, a dazzling yellow and red with orange at the center. “I thought you might like it.”
With the trade offered, the NPC went through the actions it was allowed to do in accepting the trade with someone that was deemed a friend under his list.
“There you go. Maybe now you can feel a bit better, huh?”
With such an item bequeathed to him, Demiurge placed his hand on his chest and bowed.
She gave a funny look. “Huh.. didn't know you could do that without someone telling you to or someone bowing in return...?”
When she said such a thing, the generated NPC's mind began to race.
I did, didn't I...?
¿I ʇ,upᴉp 'pᴉp I
“Well, I better get going,” she insisted.
Using the /blowkiss emote, she watched as Demiurge responded by acting bashful. Though the reaction felt delayed almost... Maybe it was just her imagination. Could be lag.
“Bye! I'll see you next year!”
The eyes opened, crystals glistening off of the light about him. He looked to his hands and turned them over to look at his palms.
For once, the devil was able to move his hands without someone making an action command on his behalf. There was something that was ordering him to go back to being rigid, following a code that remained embedded in his core being. But he did everything to fight that.
I can't let this cease... I have to do something... Demiurge thought frantically, reaching back into his inventory to pull out the flame lily to clip it upon his chest.
Sadly, he was snapped back to an idle pose he was often forced within.
It would take some doing to fight this invisible string that had a hold on him. But no matter what, he would do it. He would see himself freed of whatever was controlling him without even his Creator being nearby.
As the years of the celebration continued, fewer and fewer people arrived to attend. The joys of the gaming world were slowly starting to dwindle till merely NPCs roamed the gaming world with a few player characters.
But that didn't stop the archdevil from attending.
Demiurge waited as he usually did, but this time, he was alone. None of the guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown was there to stand at his side.
Admittedly, he was anxious. What if she wouldn't come? He had sent an email to her, addressing it cryptically. Who would truly come into a video game world if an NPC sent you mail? After all his time of fiddling with the game world data, he knew she would think it a bot or someone trying to trick her.
He had to be vague, but write to her as though he were human.
“So few people here but they said to meet them...!” Her words trailed off when she noticed the only one at Muspelheim's gathering point for the festival. “D-Demiurge...? How in the world did you get here by yourself?!”
She came closer, keeping a curious eye about. She didn't wish to feel tricked by this.
Demiurge didn't have the voice box to speak properly. Instead he used an emote of /hi for greeting before sending a text for her to read.
𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒… 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
“Who is writing this? It can't be you...” Her words trailed off, feeling a ping of uncertainty. “...can it?”
Demiurge opened the text box once more to type yet again.
𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒... 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒?
This was getting a bit creepy. Never would she have imagined an NPC would become... real. There was always talks of 'ghosts in the machine' that could go rogue. Was this one of those moments?
Before she could even hope to log out, something seemed to prevent her from doing so.
“What is happening...? How come the logout button is grayed out?”
Demiurge gave a curious frown of concern.
𝒪𝒽, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝒹𝒹. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒟𝑀 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒?
“Oh, umm, that would be very nice of you.” It actually was, maybe she was overthinking it a bit. Maybe being alone for so long, she mistook his words as being weird. Just cool it, she thought to herself. He never was mean to you before. He was always very nice as an NPC.
Before she could even wait for a response, the screen went black. The connection to the game felt like it flat-lined.
Demiurge walked over towards her body, arms behind his back. Opening his mouth, he tried to form words for a moment.
“Mm.. the...re... There...” He knelt down, resting his hand on her back. “It's you and me now, my dear. Now we can be together in this world of paradise... forever.”
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its-snicket-here · 2 years
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A pandora's actor simp propaganda
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Reject Demiurge.
Accept the Pandora's Actor regime.
I mean, look at HIM. He's such a fucking derp and cool at the same time compared to Demiurge, who is all cool and professional. Well fuck that, I want a man that looks professional while being a derp. If I had to choose being in a room between Pandora's Actor or Demiurge, I will have to pick PA. Because it is canon where Demiurge genuine kindness is fake and I have a 99.99% chance that I will be sent to the farm getting skinned alive because I am human or becomes bones.
While PA, it is unknown if he hates or tolerates humans, but he does put up a facade if calls for it. But since it's not required yet, I feel like he would just be tight lipped out information regarding Nazarick. Unlike other characters in Nazrick, he would actually question Ainz's orders and place suggestions on it, while Demiurge would misunderstood and explains Ainz's "plans" for him.
Also VERY GREAT YANDERE MATERIAL OUT OF HIM. This man is everything needed for yandere making; he acts, can transform, manipulative, strategic, patient, and the fact he can probably take care of you better than Demiurge. Personally, I see Demiurge being ruthless when caring for a capture darling, using more for fear tactics to break down will faster -- due to him being a demon and all, he thrives off seeing fear. Though I could also see that he'll also take good care of darling like Pandora's Actor, it just depends on his mood and how long it took him to get you in his demonic clutches. While Pandora's actor is patient, he can wait as long he likes to. He got time. Being a sole person in the treasury, it taught him being patient and being used to being alone for a long period of time. You can ignore him and avoid him all you want, but that carnal desire of human contact will get you there -- creeping up to you slowly. Oh it'll take him time to tame you, but he'll gladly take the challenge. Stockholm Syndrome anyone? He'll treat you better than a yandere Demiurge.
Artist: https://horocca.tumblr.com/post/184523394056/パンドラズアクター-overlord-pandoras-actor
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Akiko Yosano (self-aware)
Self-Aware! Akiko Yosano x GN! Reader
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Warning: Yandere. OOC. Spoilers for Yosano's past. Mentions of been torn apart. Mentions of medicine. Mentions of war. Mentions of Kunikida been broken. Yosano is angry. Yosano really doesn't like you at first. But she became better. English is my second language.
Becoming self-aware
🩺 Akiko Yosano was a calm and intelligent woman. Yes, she can be sadistic, she knew that, but she was a good person.
🩺 When Yosano became self-aware, she was furious. Yosano didn't care that she couldn't remember her parents. She was furious, that she remembered something from her past.
🩺 She wasn't real?! If she wasn't real, why she remembered The Great War?! Why she remembered treating people during The Great War?! Was The Great War real?! Was her work alongside Mori real?
🩺 Why she was forced to treat solders when she was eleven?
🩺 Yosano stormed away from the office. Tanizaki siblings find her only on the next day. Yosano almost destroyed a warehouse where she met Atsushi for the first time.
🩺 Tanizaki siblings managed to bring Yosano back to the office.
🩺 And then she felt the entity's presence.
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Yosano was ready to destroy the entity. She doesn't care, who it was. She felt that this thing is responsible for the current madness. 
For the last few days, all ADA members were staying in the office. The situation was so bizarre. They don't want to be left alone.
Yosano can't see her friends' conditions. 
Kunikida looked like a husk of his former self. Carefree Dazai looked dangerous. Atsushi looked lost. Fukuzawa-sensei tried to stay strong, but Yosano can see, that present seems almost broken.
The entity was the reason they were suffering. And the entity was a coward. It never showed itself. If Yosano met it, she would tear it apart.
And then time resets.
And Yosano was once again in the warehouse, where Dazai proclaim he wants to make Atsushi a part of ADA. Both Dazai and Atsushi looked peaceful.
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When they start feeling your presence
🩺 Be grateful that Yosano can't reach you.
🩺 Because if she could, she would eliminate you.
🩺 Yosano was sure, that you are a demiurge. An evil human-child. Were their lives entertaining for you that you reset time?
🩺 At the day when Black Lizards attack ADA office, Yosano was ruthless. Thankfully, she didn't kill anyone. Then she heard a voice.
"Yes, Queen, slay! [||||||||||||] cool! And she [||||||||||] style!"
🩺 Yosano felt, like she was cuddling with a bunch of kittens who adored her. Was it entity's feelings? That pure? Yosano was confused. If the entity was evil, why its feelings were that genuine?
🩺 Everyone could see Yosano's anger. Some were silent. But two people weren't.
🩺 Atsushi was first, who talked to Yosano. He told her about the entity been kind and sympathetic towards him.
🩺 Then there was Dazai. He, once again, was carefree. Dazai assures Yosano, that she will see the truth. That there is some hope.
🩺 Then, few days after her talk with Atsushi and Dazai, she saw, that Kunikida, again, looked as strong as he was before.
🩺 Kunikida looked delightful. He told everyone about entity, thanking him for showing them an importance of making plans.
🩺 Yosano's anger lessen. Atsushi, Dazai and Kunikida looked normal, not brainwashed. Maybe, there is something more to that strange entity?
🩺 It was a day when she took Atsushi for a shopping trip. The day, when they met Kyoka.
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"You want to know what death is? I'll tell you. Death is the loss of life. Despite everything doctors like me attempt... a patient's life can still fall through our fingers. You think death lies in the apex of science? Anyone with such little regard for life will die by my hand."
Yosano heard cheering.
"tell him" "you are right" "wish my dentist were more professional"
"Doctor Yosano, I think you are the good doctor. But, most importantly, you are a good person. ADA is so lucky to have you as their friend. And as their doctor."
Yosano feel, like someone touched her hair.
[In reality, you mindlessly pet manga's page with Yosano on it.]
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🩺 The same day, Yosano's anger disappeared. Because of Ranpo.
"I finished the investigation. It seems, that our entity is a simple human. Like we are. They don't have ability. There are no abilities in their world. And they have no idea, that we can hear them."
🩺 Yosano couldn't be angry at you anymore. The whole situation wasn't your fault. Yosano wishes, she can say that she is sorry for hating you. Yosano thought that if you met face to face, she will take you for a shopping trip.
🩺 And then Mori Ougai and Yukichi Fukuzawa met. The union was formed. All of them were trying to find a way out of this world. Find a way to you.
🩺 Yosano and Mori had a heated argument. They wanted to decide, who will be your doctor. No one wanted to back off.
🩺 Ivan Goncharov was the one who ended the argument. He offered Fyodor Dostoevsky to become your surgeon. Yosano and Mori formed a truce and agreed to look after your health together.
And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.
When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan
🩺 Yosano take her job as your doctor seriously. Even in game.
🩺 All Yosano's cards now can heal. Even if all their skills are set on dealing damage.
"Wow, I didn't know that Yosano skill can heal 50% of team HP! Did devs buff her card? Now Very Hard Event stage won't be a problem"
"Yosano from Empress card is gorgeous"
"I need more Power up materials. Time to raise up Infirmary level."
🩺 When BSD gang gain access to the rest of your phone, Yosano take it upon herself to remind you about your health.
🩺 Now your phone remind you to take a rest from computer, to take a nap, drink water, go for a walk.
🩺 And if you need to take medication, your phone (Yosano) will remind you about it.
🩺 If you buy something online, Yosano will "accompany" you.
🩺 Yosano can't wait for the day when you meet. She and others will protect you. Because, for them, you were Their Guiding Light.
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You were sick. It was a simple cold, but still, you felt awful.
Two notifications pop up. One is the reminder to take your pills. Second is from BSD Maoi game. You got a present from Yosano. Third of your notes from characters.
"[Y/N], I hope you are doing well. Remember, you are a good person. Please, take care of yourself. Akiko Yosano"
There was a cute stamp with Yosano attached to the note.
Your smile was weak. But, as with Kunikida and Atsushi before, you select Yosano's card and pet Yosano's chibi sprite.
"Thanks for your concern, Yosano. And for the kind words."
You were too tired to notice that sprite's eyes became warmer.
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luckii-kitsune · 1 year
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Imagine Demiurge x MC #10
NPC! MC, was co-created by a couple of the Supreme Beings to play the role of a captive Princess in the Tomb. This role did not make them antagonized from the other NPCs… since one of the guild members thought it would be a nice spin to have the floor guardians plus Sebas and the Battle Maids to weirdly care for their human captive.
Even Ulbert who was very fond of playing Evil thought it was a great spin - probably read some yandere stories recently or played some retro video games… and decided to write in Demiurge’s bio that he actually has fallen in love with the Princess! MC.
Players who “rescued” the MC would gain some healing potions from her as thanks, though quickly after completing the quest - a summoning circle would alert Demiurge (since MC is kept it a golden-barred room on his floor): and he quickly wipe out players who were trying to “take” MC from him.
After being brought to the New World - Demiurge strives to seduce the captive princess… for he truly is enchanted by her and knows that his creator wanted the two to join.
MC is torn one such a union, for she was made to be a captive of the tomb - taken from her kingdom to spend her days with these supposed monsters. Though she knows there is more to that story because of the wishes of the Supreme Beings. And how they made the residents, even the most human-hating, to care for her like she was a precious treasure. (One of the members, after finding out what Ulbert planned - added the secret attraction to demons as one of MC’s traits… giving Demiurge a chance to woo them)
Momonga (now dubbed Ainz), decides to ‘free’ MC and dubbed them the Captive Princess of the Tomb, making them a true citizen of Nazarick. And engages MC to Demiurge at the 7th Floor Guardian’s request, also because he remembered Ulbert fondly telling him one private night that he shipped the Princess with his Creation. Finding it the ideal forbidden romance.
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thekitsunesiren · 2 years
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Looking for Rp Partners
About Me:
Descriptive Roleplayer. My minimum is five computer lines and I can write up to two paragraphs when really interested invested to an rp. (My Writing Samples)​
I rp 1x1, and not groups. I've tried it several times, and it became hard to follow so I really don't do them.​
I am Eastern Daylight Time, but different time zones are completely fine with me. The more partners the better! :)​
I am looking for long term roleplay partners that I can be able to talk, plot and rp with.​
I love to plan out roleplays and make tons of headcanons and such as we go!​
I roleplay in third person. First and second just feels weird to me.​
I rp oc x oc (original only) and oc x canon. Canon x canon really doesn't keep my interest for long so I avoid it when I can.​
We can double up or do one on one. If we do the latter, I have a preference of playing my oc or being the female lead.​
For all fandoms I am apart of, I have an descriptive oc at the ready for whenever I rp. The same if we roleplayed an original storyline/setting.​
Some fandoms have their own storylines and plots to go with them as well!​
For some roleplays, I know some people like to take the romantic route, but I'm open to any. You can do romantic, platonic, or even familial routes with any character when we roleplay.​
I do rp 18+ content, but only if my partner is of age.​
I do not want just a smut based roleplay. I want action, interaction, drama! Smut is fine as long as it's the minority of the roleplay.​
Fandom-wise, I'm also a big fan of crossover roleplays as well. But that can be up for you to decide.​
I'm always open to listening to my partner and their boundaries. So if there's something about an rp that makes you uncomfortable, we can work a ways around it to solve the problem.​
I have the preference of building up to a scene instead of just jumping into it. Whether it be casual or sexual.​
I don't like love triangles, but i'm open to polyamorous relationships in rps. I can play up to three partners.​
Preferred Genres:
Romance
Action/Adventure
Slice of Life
Drama
Comedy
Friendship/Platonic
Big NOS:
I do not enjoy being ghosted. If you don't want to continue roleplaying, or there's something about my style you don't like, please tell me instead of just never replying again.
I will have no homophobic, transphobic or any other negative talk about anything from my partner. If that is an attitude that you are going to have, I'd rather not rp with you.
Communication is a big thing with me. So if you want to be my partner, do not just message me and start commanding me on what to do. if you have something in mind, please tell me and we can plan it out together, but bossing me around before we even start is going to make me not want to rp with you.
Non-con in anyway is one of the things I cannot stand. If you have a character that has it as a backstory, that's fine. But please do not mention or try to lead anything into "on screen".
Other topics I won't allow is abuse, yandere, drug use, necrophilia, large age gaps (10-20 years+), incest, pedophilia, slavery (sexual or forced), and cannibalism. There are some other topics that I do not approve of, but they will be written once I remember the words XD.
I will not do horror or historical based storylines.
It isn't a big no, but I'm not a big fan of triangles.
Fandoms: 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆 Name: Boku no Hero Academia Rating: ★★★★ Love Interest(s): Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Mina Ashido Name: That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Benimaru, Souei, Guy Crimson Name: Overlord Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Optional: Demiurge, Your OC, Sebas Name: One Piece Rating: ★★★★ Love Interest(s): Vinsmoke Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy, Usopp, Trafalgar D. Water Law Name: Naruto Rating: ★★★★★
Love Interest(s): Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame Name: Kimetsu no Yaiba: Demon Slayer Rating: ★★★★ Love Interest(s): Giyuu Tomioka, Kyujuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tanjiro Kamado Name: Hetalia Rating: ★★★ Love Interest(s): Japan "Kiku Honda", Germany "Ludwig Beilschmidt", Russia "Ivan Braginsky", Greece "Heracles Karpusi", Romano "Lovino Vargas" Name: Ouran Highschool Host Club Rating: ★ Love Interest(s): Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka Name: Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Soma Yukihira, Takumi Aldini, Isami Aldini, Ryo Kurokiba, Akira Hayama Name: The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. Rating:★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Kusuo Saiki, Metori Saiko, Aren Kuboyasu, Kaidou Shun Name: Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid Rating:★★★★★ Love Interest(s): TBD 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 Name: Harry Potter Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Marauders: Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin Golden Trio: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔 Name: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: ★★★★ Love Interest(s): Sokka, Zuko,Suki Name: Danny Phantom Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Danny Fenton, Dash Baxter, Clockwork, Johnny 13 Name: Xiaolin Showdown Rating: ★★★★ Love Interest(s): To Be Decided Name: Lego Monkie Kid Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): To Be Decided 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 & 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔 Name: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Eddie Brock, Dr. Stephen Strange Name: Dc Extended Universe Rating: ★★★★
Love Interest(s): Multiship Name: Kingsman Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Harry Hart "Arthur", Gary "Eggsy" Unwin "Galahad" ️ Name: Rise of the Guardians Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): E. Aster Bunnymund, Nicholas St. North, Pitch Black Name: The Walking Dead Rating: ★★★ Love Interest(s): Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 Name: Original Roleplay Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Your Ocs Name: Original Fantasy Roleplay Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Your Ocs 𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 Name: Undertale Rating: ★★★★ Love Interest(s): Optional Name: Cuphead: Don't Deal with The Devil Rating: ★★★★ Love Interest(s): Optional Name: Pokémon Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Optional Name: Dragon Raja Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Luminous, Johann Chuu, Name: Detroit: Become Human Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): Connor, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson Name: Genshin Impact Rating: ★★★★★ Love Interest(s): To Be Decided
Crossover Ideas: (Either Original Ideas or Ideas Gained by Reading Fanfics  )
Danny Phantom x Dc
Danny Phantom x Marvel
Danny Phantom x Gravity Falls
Danny Phantom x The Walking Dead
Danny Phantom x Boku no Hero Academia
Danny Phantom x Stranger Things
Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid x Harry Potter
Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid x Genshin Impact
Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid x MHA
Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid x Marvel/Dc
That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime x Marvel/Dc
That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime x BNHA
Harry Potter x Marvel
Harry Potter x Dc
Harry Potter x Criminal Minds
Harry Potter x The Walking Dead
Kingsman x The Walking Dead
Kingsman x Marvel
Plenty more can be up for debate if you're interested.
And that is it!! If you read through my entire forum and liked what you saw, do not be afraid to dm me. If not on here, you can find me on discord @ IcyFoxy18#6849. I hope I can find plenty of partners and that we all get along. And don't be afraid to ask me any questions.
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hypnoswrites · 3 years
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Dissonance
this came to me after binging all the works by @the-blind-geisha​ and loving every second of it. This is a Demiurge x Reader fic from the series Overlord. 
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The mirror that you were keen on avoiding as much as possible seemed to grow larger every day. 
Of course it was just a figment of your imagination, but it felt increasingly difficult to stay out of its range, to not catch a glance of yourself through the reflection. When you succeeded, the day seemed to feel a bit brighter than the days where you didn’t, spending time in front of it, staring at the face that no longer resembled your own.
Today was such a day, where you had woken up and immediately felt the pull of it, only barely getting past breakfast (which always was placed right beside it) before succumbing and meeting your own eyes. Your fingers reached out to touch the cold glass, slightly drifting from side to side, seeing how the mirror faultlessly kept up with your movements. Sometimes you hoped it would falter, just so you could entertain the thought of all this being fake a while longer.
You flexed your fingers.
The mirror showed a clawed hand, golden yellow scales reaching to their elbow before smoothing off into regular skin, flexing their fingers.
You looked at your face and smiled.
The mirror showed a sharp face, eyes wider than yours had ever been with pupils that seemed more reptilian than human, smiling widely, its teeth sharper than the knives in your cupboard.
But as you moved a bit more, tried out a few more facial expressions, you quickly realized that the result was the same as yesterday, and the mirror wasn’t lying to you. The sharp smile, the scales, the spikes growing from your back, the horns that pushed back your hair and went up high, the claws, the eyes and the god-forsaken body that had none of the marks, the curves, the dents like yours had.
It wasn’t you. It wasn’t.
Yet as days progressed and the horns didn’t fall off, the large avian feet that had replaced your human ones didn’t change back and the smile didn’t become kinder, you were slowly accepting that this wasn’t changing. Your body was now your avatar, the very same one you spent hours in levelling up and going treasure hunting with back in Yggdrasil.
You’d played it every weekend for years, making a character that seemed bad-ass before finding out that the game used quite a bit of roleplay, and the race you’d chosen had apparently been deemed an evil choice. At every turn you were jokingly or seriously discriminated against, in a fucking fantasy game, and so you decided eventually to join one of the few promising non-human guilds, hoping you would find a bit more comraderie there.
It worked, and while you weren’t online nearly as much as some members, you’d poured your soul into designing certain levels and protecting the base with your new friends. When the news had been released that Yggdrasil would have its servers shut down, you had been devastated, though you understood the decision, knowing not many people were still active on the by-then old game.
The moment you got an e-mail from one of the most die hard players, Momonga, inviting you and all other guild members to be there when the server shut down, you’d thought it would be nice. It was a bit sentimental, but you didn’t have anything better to do that day anyway, so why not.
You cursed your own sentimentality, your empty schedule, your lack of anything better to do at that time. If you had just… not shown up, went to bed early or anything other than go online, you would be home.
Momonga seemed to be dealing with the shift fine, rather enjoying the idea of playing Yggdrasil for real, the opportunity probably a life-long dream for the man who you knew considered this game his entire life. 
When it’d happened. he’d quickly pulled you aside and asked if you were experiencing the same thing he was, lacking the full blown panic you got as soon as the notion set in. Momonga called together the floor guardians, bantered with Albedo and even called the butlers, only halting his planning when Albedo had softly asked you if you were okay.
Considering you were currently locked in some fancy room with multiple runes on you blocking your mana, you hadn’t been doing okay.
You couldn’t blame Momonga for reacting to this the way he was. This was probably a dream for him, and he’d mentioned later his race blocked any real feelings he had surrounding the matter, leaving you to deal with the pain the shift caused.
That moment in the throne room, you had realized you would probably never see your friends again, never see your family again, never have anything you worked on at home matter in any way, and unbeknownst to yourself, you had apparently destroyed the entirety of said throne room in seconds because of it.
Everyone got out alive eventually, though nearly half of all healing scrolls available in Nazarick had to be used.
Your life was gone.
After your breakdown, you’d been put away in this room, carefully tended to yet largely left out of the picture. Every day floor guardians would come by, delicately asking you if you were feeling better, if they could do anything to help, if you would just please look at them.  It was difficult for you to see their care as anything other than programmed, it had to be fake, just like your body was.
Momonga empathized with you on a base level, and came by regularly to offer you help or council.
“Is there a way back yet?”
“No.”
“Can I go out yet?”
“Also no, regrettably. Though I’ve been notified that the blacksmith is almost halfway in creating portable runes strong enough to stop your outflow.”
Safe to say his council was not very helpful.
You weren’t allowed to go out, seeing as the runes had to be reinforced every day to push back on your unconscious use of magic, which seemed to be linked to your emotions. And so you spent days upon days in your bed, keeping your hands out of your sight and ignoring the ways your body felt different. It wasn’t that this body was bad per se, but it wasn’t you. This wasn’t the body attached to y/n. It felt wrong in every single way.
A soft knock interrupted your internal monologuing. You sat up in bed, immediately excited to see someone again, seeing as it had been a while since anyone visited. You could call upon the maids at any moment, but every time you tried to tell them something personal they excused themselves to call someone more ‘worthy of a Supreme Being’s inner turmoil’. 
You wondered if they just found you annoying.  
The door opened and Albedo stepped in, a soft smile on her face as she witnessed you were sitting up. You could quite nearly feel her excitement at the slight show of improvement.
“Greetings, Lady y/n.” The Succubus bowed down, deeper than you thought was really necessary, before clasping her hands in front of her and showing you her most maternal, soft smile. For someone who you knew was so sadistic, she sure tried to seem nice to you. “How has your rest been?”
You’d heard from Momonga what had happened just before the switch, how he’d jokingly added some text he now sorely regretted. You could see why, the regular love from Albedo already intense enough. If you smiled, she shined, but if you even frowned slightly, your displeasure seemed to cause her actual pain, leaving you to feel quite responsible. 
“Fine, I guess.” Albedo visibly cringed under your lackluster tone, leaving you to fix your reply. “I mean, it was good! I slept well!”
“I’m so glad.” She sat next to you, her long black hair softly pooling at her back, her hands slowly and carefully folding themselves over yours. “I’m so glad you're improving, Lady y/n. Everyone is so worried for you.”
“Or so I’ve been told.” You tried to look chipper for the demon, knowing if you maybe seemed calm enough they might let you out of this room. Momonga had went right to ordering the npc’s around, but you found it difficult, always having been taught to treat people like equals, even if they were technically code. 
The entire ‘superiority’-complex the entirety of Nazarick pushed on you didn’t stick for that exact reason. You didn’t want to be waltzed around like you were made of glass, you wanted someone to talk to that didn’t seem to faint whenever you mentioned any dislike. “I’m really doing fine. How have you been?”
“You need not concern yourself with my well-being, Lady y/n, as it matches so closely with yours. If you and Lord Ainz are doing well, my happiness cannot be contained.”
“I see.” You really didn’t know what to say to that. What you really wanted to say was for her to be less dependent on your mood, now feeling bad you’d been dragging her down with you.
“Which is exactly why I’m so happy you’re doing better.” She repeated, her fingers again softly stroking yours. She seemed to be rather fond of physical affection, as you could not get her to ever leave without at least a bit of hand-holding or letting her do your hair. “I understand it must be hard to be apart from all the other Supreme Beings. As I understand, you were meant to join them?”
Is that what Momonga had told them? “I don’t miss them as much. It’s… others. My family. I was meant to return to them.”
“I see.” Your words had made her cringe again, this time filling up her beautiful eyes with tears. You immediately tried to calm her down, but she was already lightly shaking by the time you noticed the wetness on her cheeks. “It is comforting to know the Supreme Beings went somewhere delightful, yet I… wish to convey just how glad I am you did not leave us, even if it was your wish. It pains me to even have to consider a reality in which you were not here with us, with me.”
You remained silent, something she saw as displeasure. “Oh no, I so humbly apologize, my Lady. It was not my intent to insinuate that my wishes are above yours, in no way. I merely intended-“
“It’s fine. You’re fine. You don’t need to walk on eggshells with me.” You’d tried convincing them before, to the same result, as Albedo immediately started to explain exactly why you should demand so much more respect than you requested. “I wouldn’t get mad.”
“It’s not about my Lady getting angry, though the prospect saddens me, it is about her asking for something that she should not want.”
You stilled as she continued her speech on why you should feel so much higher than all of them, everyone in the world even, save for Lord Ainz. When she noticed your attention waning, new apologies surfaced, this time for boring you.
You decided quickly to change the subject.
“Is… Is the glamour thing coming along?”
Again she bowed down deeply.
“My deepest apologies, Lady y/n. Since this room has been designed to allow no magic of any kind, glamours would not work. As soon as the portable runes are available, however, we can surely arrange it.” 
You nodded, saddened you would have to spend even more time like this. Albedo dropped to her knees and placed her forehead on your feet, your sharp claws immediately retracting as not to hurt her, the scales bristling. 
She breathed in harshly. “Though I would urge you to reconsider applying such glamour magic, my Lady. You are beauty incarnate, and to shift to a human form would be below you. I deeply apologize if this offends you and I will accept any punishment you see fit.”
“You don’t need to do that, Albedo, it’s fine.” Before Albedo could even begin again, you placed your hand on her hair and softly stroked it, hoping the rough skin on your hands there would feel at least a bit comforting to the Succubus.
 Albedo nearly collapsed amidst herself, her breathing quickening, but you didn’t think it was because she wanted you to stop. “This body isn’t me. I want to just look in the mirror and see myself again. The body I recognize and the ones who truly knew me recognize me as.”
“I-I understand.” Despite her compromising position, her voice held something euphoric, something you surmised came from your gentle patting. “I apologize for not considering your feelings in the matter. I will do better.”
After confirming another tenfold of times that you were doing fine and there was no need for the utter obedience Albedo constantly clamoured you with, the Succubus distanced herself and needed to get back to work, regrettably as you both probably found it. You found her presence uncomfortable, but with no one else around, it was nice to be wanted and loved so ardently. She convinced you expressively that she’d return soon, and if not her, there would be others.
Your scales bristled again, being reminded that he would probably show up soon.
Demiurge had done nothing to warrant your mistrust, or the way you stiffened each time he entered a room, but for some reason you couldn’t shake the feeling that his affection for you was laced with something a bit more dark.
He reminded you a tad of Ulbert, which made sense considering he was the demon’s creator, but it also made sense considering the bad feeling the demon gave you. Ulbert had also been a tad creepy toward you, so maybe the sentiment had been passed down to his creation.
The other floor guardians all wept when you gave them attention and seemed beside themselves when you would look upon them, which you hated more than anything. It was bad enough to feel like you weren’t yourself, worse to be treated as such. Demiurge seemed to be the worst of all, not because he cried or anything, but because he got across so sincere.
With most you could not believe their feelings, inwardly accusing them of playing it up a bit, but when Demiurge came into your room you had no choice but to believe his every word.
Certainly after a very particular conversation you’d had with him.
“You miss your family, am I right in presuming that, my Lady?” You’d nodded, still lying in bed. Back then you couldn’t be bothered to sit up even after days of silence and rest. “While I would encourage you to see all of Nazarick as your family, I can understand why you’d consider a band of blood to be important. I hope it isn’t impolite for me to propose, but I- We can give you a new family whenever you want.”
“Huh?”
“I understand if now is a bad time,” He sat down next to you on your bed, slowly letting his hand go down your back. Many floor guardians had grown comfortable touching you while you were resting, knowing you took comfort in the affections, but this made shivers crawl up your spine. “You can take all the time you need. I merely wish for you to be aware that… arrangements can be made.”
You could feel the lecherous grin behind you, just barely out of your sight and covered up with a polite tone. “Anyone in Nazarick would be dying to have you,”
The hand stilled.
“Most of all myself.”
You’d been put off to say the least.
The fact that you felt uncomfortable with him remained your own secret, as you feared the well-intentioned (you hoped) demon would be strung up and quartered if you ever dared to make it known. A maid that had come by daily had already been replaced when you uttered once that you would prefer if she didn’t stand by while you bathed. 
You didn’t dare dream what would happen if you voiced actual concerns. 
And like always, the moment your mind was occupied by the demon, the fateful knock on the door would occur. You didn’t even need to look to know who it was, the well-dressed demon’s swishing tail making his gait quite recognizable. 
“Good day, my Lady.” Just like Albedo, he bowed deeply before meeting your eyes, his own gemstone eyes hidden behind dark glasses. “I unfortunately cannot stay long, but I wished to see how you were doing today.”
“I’m fine. Albedo just stopped by.” At the namedrop, Demiurge tensed for a second, though you could not understand why. Weren’t they colleagues or even family? Why would Demiurge care if Albedo came by? “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing. I just have a small question for you.” You perked up, weirdly excited at the prospect of answering something other than ‘how are you doing?’ and ‘did you sleep well?’ “Did she at any point fall down right beside your bed?”
You remembered that she’d bowed down to your feet at one point, and so you nodded, curious as to what Albedo had done. “So I figured. My lady, would you mind if I take a peek underneath your bed?”
With more effort than you wished to admit, you stood up and motioned for him to look, ever careful to not gaze at yourself in the mirror right beside the demon. Demiurge didn’t go to his knees, but merely stood beside your bed and let his tail flick underneath it, a patient smile on his face as he retracted something underneath it. 
“Albedo is quite worried for your safety, as we all are, but this is pushing it.” Demiurge chuckled as his tail held a small stone, showing you the item. You vaguely recognized it as a Stone of Hearing, a low level item that let the owner of the other half hear whatever was going on in the other room. “Don’t think too badly of her, my Lady.” 
Demiurge barely could contain his large grin as you looked downtrodden at the item, probably seeing it as a betrayal of your trust. Albedo had tried to be sneaky and enter such an item, knowing the low level mana wouldn’t be blocked, but Demiurge knew the woman long enough to suspect foul play at any turn. 
As soon as Albedo had figured out Demiurge had ways to listen and see everything that was happening in Lady Y/n’s room, he knew she would want the very same, if only to calm her protective instincts toward the Lady. Demiurge had little interest in sharing his intel, finding the monopoly rather pleasing.
Only he was allowed to listen and see Lady Y/n at all times. 
 It would also be no fun if Albedo disagreed with his methods on improving Lady Y/n’s condition. She and the rest of the floor guardians seemed to be content on waiting, hoping Y/n would surpass her grief and self-hatred eventually. Demiurge disagreed, knowing a more direct approach would suit her much better. 
He sent her another soft smile, inwardly rejoicing at the small tug of lips she sent back. He’d only need to visit a few more times for the charm magic he scattered around the room to work, a rather difficult thing with all the runes blocking mana. He had to be patient. 
When it would finally hit, Y/n would have no thought of her old family anymore. 
She’d only crave the new one he’d give her.
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I giggle that on a furry site I’m getting support for my NSFW Demiurge/OC comic that I never anticipated. x’D It’s a nice change of pace as I wanted to almost delete that account since I don’t draw the furries as much anymore unless I need the money. However, it allows NSFW content, so it’s my outlet for that sort of stuff.
You can read it >> here << censored. Uncensored...well...you’d need an account to see those pages and pieces. lol And it’s another website. If you’re that interested, you can DM me.
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factionzero · 4 years
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“I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits I’d go to prove that to you.” I can see this one with Demi.
This one was so much fun, I genuinly kinda wish I could put it in WL but it wouldn't make sense.
This is set during the Alaina arc when Ulma is out pretending to be an elf and working at an inn for context ♡♡♡
Thank you for the ask ♡♡♡
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Demiurge watched from the corner of the road, waiting for the man to stumble out as he had the last four nights.
Like clockwork the towns church rang the bell for midnight and he stumbled out the door, waving and taking his sweet time to leave as he kept turning back to say something else to the people inside.
Demiurge stifled a purr when he heard her voice coming from inside, his sweet fiance's cheerful goodbye as the human left the inn. 
He had sworn to leave her be on her mission but this one was a problem, a disgusting pest that was overly fond of his future mate. He was asking all sorts of disrespectful questions. Is she single? Will she stay in town long? What flowers did she like??
All things he already knew of course. He had waited so long, worked so hard to crawl his way from just her servant to her lover, he had even won her heart.
And this worm thought he could take her away!
Demiurge stopped, turning on his heel into an alleyway before the man had fully turned around and spotted him following.
The demon took a steadying breath as he brought his bloodlust back down. 
He waited for a moment, listening for the man's steps to continue down the road and grinning wickedly as he noticed how his steps had sped up.
Continuing on, he stalked his prey with ease, not a sound escaping him as they made their way out of the main streets.
His grin continued to grow as they reached his shabby domicile, a small cottage near the edge of town. 
Just a little more, he'd wait till he was sleeping and slip under the door as a shadow and then-
'Demiurge~' 
His blood froze in his veins, muscles tensing as he turned to her. 
'My love, this is-' she put a finger to her lips, taking steps that echoed on the cobblestone road.
'He'll spot us.' She whispered, glancing and smirking as the door closed behind the unaware human. She took his tie in one hand. The other dusting his shoulder
'What did Argus do to you to deserve your ire?' She giggled, her own smile mischievous as she played with his tie.
'You know why, my love, let me kill him, let me do this for you.' He begged, taking her hand adorned with their engagement ring and kissing it repeatedly.
'Hmm. Because he's a flirt, yes?' She giggled.
'It's more than that. I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits I'd go to prove that to you.' He rushed out. 
Ulma shushed him with a soft kiss.
'I know, darling. I love you too. You know, Argus asked me to the harvest festival. I told him I had the most wondrous fiance but he insisted on the pretense of 'just friends' how sly of him.' She purred, getting her desired effect as Demiurge growled into her black hair, rubbing his jaw against her.
'Make it messy, use something common. Too clean or too sadistic will have the townsfolk wondering. And then come to me I want to make love while you're all bloodied up.' Ulma instructed, stroking his cheek before stepping back and turning.
Demiurge purred, feeling relieved and excited at her suggestions.
'With pleasure my princess.' 
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baphymittens · 2 years
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Do you think Demi would do creepy yandere stuff to mc? Like stealing her things like panties? Maybe make a nice little shrine for his love XD
That's just normal Demiurge stuff honestly.
On top of being an evil creep, hes a demon. How they go about things with someone their interested in would be considered weird and scary by human standards. Demons certainly love....harder. Albedo certainly shows that, Dems is just good at hiding things.
Though if it it was a Supreme Being stealing stuff with be a big no. But he would totally sniff and mess around with her underwear in her room. (Talked to Oreana about that before) If not a Supreme Being then stuff will so be swiped. Hes SO gonna role around and sniff her bed. Enjoying her scent while also marking her room and things with his own scent. Might drink her bath water.
Her panties? Oh yeah sniff sniff and lick, especially loves the used ones and will try to get to them before the maids can wash them.
Hes also gonna go threw her things. It's a good way for him to learn more about her. Though if he finds any sex toys she uses on her self his gonna lick them then get off to the fact its going to be used on her with his saliva on it.
As for the shrine, yes.
Hes probs gonna have a whole room dedicated to her with paintings of her he created himself. Diffidently some nsfw ones and other forms of art. Hes gonna have a book full of poetry and love letters too.
Hes also gonna test boundaries and see how she reacts to things and how much he can get away with. If shes cool with being touch he gonna be ALL over that.
Hes also gonna ask a lot of questions and remember every response and reaction she gives.
Likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams...desires...
Does she perhaps want a mate someday? Children? Has...she ever had sex? No? Well hes quite informed in anatomy and could teach her a few things if she interested...
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darkpetal16 · 3 years
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Can’t wait until Overlord gets posted!!! I’ve only ever found one fanfic of it I’ve liked and it’s a HP crossover
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Character Sheet
Name: Momonga
Title: The Strongest Magic Caster with the Appearance of a Skeleton
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Undead
Job: One of the Almighty 42 Supreme Beings; Ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick
Residence: Great Tomb of Nazarick; Room in level 9
Alignment: Extreme Evil; Sense of Justice - 500
Racial Level: Skeletal Mage lvl 15; Elder Lich lvl 10; Overlord lvl 5
Job level: Necromancer lvl 10; Ruler of Death lvl 10; Eclipse lvl 5
Creator: N/A
Personality: Cautious, loyal, avid collector.
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Name: Lumière
Title: High Priestess of Light
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Angel
Job: One of the Almighty 42 Supreme Beings; Lady of Light
Residence: Great Tomb of Nazarick; The Hidden Tower
Alignment: Extreme Good; Sense of Justice 500
Racial Level: Angel lvl 15; Archangel lvl 10; Seraph Empyrean lvl 5
Job level: Light Priestess lvl 10; High Priestess lvl 10
Creator: N/A
Personality: Demure, loyal, romantic,
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Name: Albedo
Title: Warm and Caring Devil of Pure White
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Succubus
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick Overseer
Residence: Throne Hall; and a room in level 9
Alignment: Extreme Evil; Sense of Justice - 500
Racial Level: Imp lvl 10
Job level: Guardian lvl 10; Blackguard lvl 5; Unholy Knight lvl 10; Shield Lord lvl 10
Creator: Tabula Smaragdina
Personality: Loyal, yandere, extremist
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Name: Jack
Title: The Smiling Ripper
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Undead
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick Head Researcher
Residence: The Hidden Tower; and a room in level 9
Alignment: Extreme Evil; Sense of Justice - 500
Racial Level: Skeletal Mage lvl 15; Elder Lich lvl 10;
Job level: Necromancer lvl 10; Researcher lvl 10; Assassin lvl 10; Master Assassin lvl 5
Creator: Lucille
Personality: Loyal, yandere, cruel
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Name: Aura Bella Fiora
Title: Renowned Trainer with an Indomitable Will
Level: 100
Race: Human Race; Dark Elf
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick 6th Floor Guardian
Residence: 6th Floor Giant Tree
Alignment: Neutral ~ Evil; Sense of Justice - 100
Racial Level: N/A
Job level: Ranger lvl 5; Beast Tamer lvl 5; Shooter lvl 5; Sniper lvl 5; High Tamer lvl 10
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Name: Mare Bello Fiora
Title: Unreliable Envoy of Nature
Level: 100
Race: Human Race; Dark Elf
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick 6th Floor Guardian
Residence: 6th Floor Giant Tree
Alignment: Neutral ~ Evil; Sense of Justice - 100
Racial Level: N/A
Job level: Druid lvl 10; High Druid lvl 10; Nature’s Herald lvl 10; Disciple of Disaster lvl 5; Forest Mage lvl 10
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Name: Cocytus
Title: Ruler of Glaciers
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Vermin Lord
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick 6th Floor Guardian
Residence: 6th Floor Snowball Earth
Alignment: Neutral; Sense of Justice 50
Racial Level: Insect Fighter lvl 10; Vermin Lord lvl 10
Job level: Sword Saint lvl 10; Asura lvl 5; Knight of Niflheim lvl 5
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Name: Demiurge
Title: Creator of the Blazing Inferno
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Arch-Devil
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick 7th Floor Guardian
Residence: 7th Floor Blazing Shrine
Alignment: Extreme Evil; Sense of Justice - 500
Racial Level: Imp lvl 10; Archdevil lvl 5
Job level: Chaos lvl 10; Prince of Darkness lvl 10; Shapeshifter lvl 10
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Name: Shalltear Bloodfallen
Title: The Bloody Valkyrie
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; True Vampire
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick 1st ~ 3rd Floor Guardian
Residence: 2nd Floor Burial Chambers
Alignment: Great ~ Extreme Evil; Sense of Justice - 450
Racial Level: Vampire lvl 10; True Vampire lvl 10
Job level: Valkyrie / Lance lvl 5; Cursed Knight lvl 5; Cleric lvl 10
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Name: Pandora’s Actor
Title: Ever Changing Man Without A Face
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Doppelgänger
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick Treasury Zone Guardian
Residence: Treasury Zone Manager Office
Alignment: Neutral; Sense of Justice - 50
Racial Level: Doppelgänger lvl 15; Greater Doppelgänger lvl 10
Job level: Expert lvl 10; Craftsman lvl 10; Lord of the Castle lvl 15
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Name: Cheshire
Title: Cackling with Madness
Level: 100
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Fairy
Job: Hidden Tower Guardian
Residence: Hidden Tower
Alignment: Neutral; Sense of Justice - 100
Racial Level: Fairy lvl 15; Trickster lvl 10
Job level: Illusionist lvl 15; Shapeshifter lvl 10; Stalker lvl 10
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Name: Victim
Title: Sacrificial Fetus
Level: 35
Race: Heteromorphic Race; Angel
Job: Great Tomb of Nazarick 8th Floor Guardian
Residence: 8th Floor Tree of Life (Sephiroth)
Alignment: Neutral; Sense of Justice 1
Racial Level: Angel lvl 10; Archangel lvl 10
Job level: Patriot lvl 1; Saint lvl 4; Martyr lvl 1
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A Sneak Peek
In the year 2138 AD there was a term: DMMO-RPG. That word was an acronym for “Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game”. It was a revolutionary new way to play games that used virtual reality and nano-technology. Among the myriad DMMO-RPGs that thronged the market, one of them stood head and shoulders above the others: YGGDRASIL.
That game had been painstakingly developed and released twelve years ago, in 2126.
Compared to other DMMO-RPGs of the time, YGGDRASIL’s selling point was player freedom; it had over two thousand basic and advanced job classes.
Every class had a maximum of fifteen levels, and so in order to reach the overall level cap of one hundred, one would need to take at least seven different classes. However, players could take as many classes as they wanted as long as they met each class’s prerequisites. A player could even take a hundred classes at level one each. As such, in that system, it was exceedingly difficult to make identical characters unless one was deliberately trying to do so.
One could use various creator tools (sold separately) to fully customize one’s armor, weaponry, flavor text, appearance, and other cosmetic settings. A vast playing field awaited its players. There were nine worlds in total: Asgard, Alfheim, Vanaheim, Nidavellir, Midgard, Jotunheim, Niflheim, Helheim, and Muspelheim.
In essence, YGGDRASIL boasted a massive world, numerous classes, and freely customizable appearances.
It was inevitable that it would skyrocket in popularity and infinite the muses of millions of creative players.
Of course… that was all in the past now.
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A gigantic table carved of gleaming black stone sat in the center of a luxurious room, surrounded by forty two chairs. Of all of those chairs, only three were occupied.
One of the seated attendees was clothed in a magnificent black academic robe edged in violet and gold. The collar was excessively gaudy, but it still melded well with the overall design. The person’s head was exposed, revealing a bare skill. Points of dark red lights glowed in its large eye sockets. Behind that skull pulsed a halo of black radiance.
Further down the table was a being that was not human either, merely a mass of black, sticky substance. Its tar-like surface roiled and writhed continuously, never staying in shape for more than second.
At the very end was a person who at a glance could pass as human, if not for the pointed ears and wings at their back. That person wore magnificent priestess robes of silver and blue. Its halo at the back of its head illuminated its long curly white-blonde hair.
The first attendant at the table was an Overlord, the highest-ranked of an undead magic-caster. The second was an Elder Black Ooze, which boasted the most powerful corrosive ability of the slime families. The last was a Seraph Empyrean, the highest-ranked of an angel-raced healer.
One might encounter those monsters in the most difficult of dungeons in YGGDRASIL. Overlords could use powerful curses or spells of the highest tiers of magic; Elder Black Oozes were dreaded for their ability to degrade weapons and armor; and Seraph Empyreans were universally despised when found near bosses.
However, they were not game monsters, but players.
In YGGDRASIL, players could choose their character races from three broad groups: humanoid, demihuman, and heteromorphic.
Humanoids were the basic player type and comprised humans, dwarves, wood elves, and the like. Demihumans tended to be ugly, but possessed superior attributes to humanoids. Examples of demihumans were goblins, beastmen, ogres, and so on. Finally, heteromorphic races had monstrous abilities, but despite their stats being generally higher than those of other races, they also possessed various drawbacks. There were around seven hundred playable races in total, including the advanced versions of those races. Naturally, the Overlord, Seraph Empyrean, and Elder Black Ooze were among the high-tier heteromorphic races that were playable.
The Overlord—who was speaking at the moment—did not move his mouth. That was because even the most advanced DMMO-RPGs of the time still could not overcome the technological hurdle of properly modelling the changes on a character’s face in response to emotions and speech.
He spoke in a jovial tone, “It’s really been a while, Herohero. Although this is the last day of YGGDRASIL, we didn’t expect you to show up.”
The slime wobbled. “Indeed it has, Momonga.” The slime nodded in the direction of the Overlord, then at the angel who nodded back in return. “Lumière.”
“How has work been for you?” asked the angel.
The slime sighed, letting loose a small tirade of complaints. Momonga and Lumière listened patiently as their friend vented.
After about ten minutes, the torrent of words that flowed from Herohero dwindled to a trickle.
“...I’m sorry for making you listen to my whining. I can’t complain much IRL.”
“It’s really no worries,” assured Momonga. “We’re happy you were able to come by at all.”
“Ah. It was so nice to see you both after so long. I was afraid to find no one here.” Herohero’s tentacles waved at both of them. “But it is getting late… How long will you two be on?”
“Until we’re automatically logged out once the servers shut down,” answered Lumière.
“Since it’s still a ways off, we might get more visitors like you,” added Momonga.
“Ah. I hope so. I see you both have taken good care of this place.”
Momonga and Lumière did not respond, neither of them wanting to show the surge of mixed emotions Herohero’s words caused.
There were a few more parting words, but eventually, Herohero left and it was only the two remaining members once again. Momonga sighed again and Lumière spared him a glance. Their expressions could not be relayed through their avatars so she sent him a frowny face instead.
The quiet disappointment was understandable. Their guild, Ainz Ooal Gown, had slowly died out over the years as more and more members left the game. In the past two years only Momonga and Lumière regularly logged on. They had sent emails out to the other members of the guild asking for them to join them on the final day, but unfortunately only Herohero responded.
“I’m going back to the tower,” said Lumière. “Meet up later?”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you in a bit.”
Lumière left after that point, teleporting to the Hidden Tower at the 10th floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick had once been a six floor dungeon, but it had been dramatically altered after Ainz Ooal Gown took control of it. Currently, it was a ten floor dungeon, and each floor had its own unique theme. The First to Third Floors were modelled after a tomb. The Fourth Floor was an underground lake. The Fifth Floor was a frozen glacier. The Sixth Floor was a rainforest. The Seventh Floor was a sea of magma. The Eighth Floor was a wasteland. And the Ninth and Tenth Floors were the realm of the gods—in other words, the home base of Ainz Ooal Gown, which had ranked among the top ten of YGGDRASIL’s thousands of guilds. In the Tenth Floor there were a few hidden areas, although only one was regularly used—The Hidden Tower.
The entrance was hidden in the Throne Room. It was a tower built by Lumière, Blue Planet, and Amanomahitotsu as a hidden level. Not that it mattered since the only raid that came close to it was stopped in the Throne Room.
The tower had five levels, the first three dedicated as testing areas for Nazarick’s lead Researcher, Jack. The fourth floor was a luxurious library with a big fireplace, and lots of comfy spots to lounge in. At the top of the floor was Lumière’s room.
Upon entering the tower Lumière stopped before the Tower Guardian, Cheshire.
In a game like YGGDRASIL, guilds enjoyed several benefits if they possessed a guild base of castle tier or higher. The NPCs that the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick could field were undead monsters. These automatically spawning NPCs—or “pop monsters”—had a maximum level of thirty. Even if they were destroyed, after a while they would respawn on their own, at no cost to the guild. However, players could not customize the AI and appearances of these “pop” NPCs. They were hardly useful in deterring intruders, who were universally players.
There was also another type of NPC; the ones designed from the ground up to their makers’ satisfaction. If a guild possessed a castle-grade guild base, the owning guild would be allowed nine hundred levels to be distributed between any number of NPCs they wanted.
Because the highest level in YGGDRASIL was one hundred, by those stipulations, a guild could make seven level one hundred NPCs and four level fifty NPCs, or any combination thereof.
When designing an original NPC, one could customize weaponry and other equipment in addition to clothing and appearances. As a result, one could create NPCs that were far stronger than the automatic spawns and place them in key locations. Of course, not every NPC had to be designed for battle. A certain guild which called themselves the “Kitty Kingdom” fielded no NPCs other than cats or cat-related creatures.
It was a nice guild to visit.
Cheshire was one of those specially crafted NPCs. It was a shapeshifting fairy created by Lumière. Its default form was that of a dark cat with stripes and an eerie smile that showed several rows of sharp teeth. It was heavily inspired by the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, albeit with a more malicious mindset. It was designed to use “illusions” to trick players when entering such as changing what they see on screen to something else, or swapping what keys did what and so on.
Cheshire always floated down to whoever entered the tower. Its default setting would be to greet whoever came. It had a special message tailored for all the Supreme Beings.
“Welcome back, Mistress!” greeted Cheshire. As Lumière was its creator, she designed it to greet her as mistress, or my dearest lady. She gave the same order to her other creation, Jack.
Jack was stationed at the first floor of the tower. He was near some desks in the lab designed to look like a mad scientist laboratory. Lumière made up his character, leaning into an assassin-lich trope. She almost went with the skeletal appearance, but Bukubukuchagama talked her out of it. Bukubukuchagama bemoaned how there were already plenty of other “scary” monsters in the guild. She tried to bribe Lumière to make Jack a genderswap like her Dark Elves, but Lumière resisted. She compromised as a bishie. Or at least as much of a bishie as an undead could get.
Not that anyone could see it since Jack wore a mask.
That way he could appear as a “scary” monster to befit the evil lab, but in actuality, he was a pretty boy underneath which satisfied Bukubukuchagama. A happy Bukubukuchagama meant free visual novels for Lumière which in turn made for a happy Lumière.
Win-win all around.
Lumière brushed past both of her creations, stepping in to the laboratory and looking around.
Well, it is the last day, she thought as she glanced over at her creations.
“Come with me,” she ordered both of them.
Neither responded, both simply stepping closer to her. Er, well, Jack stepped forward while Cheshire hovered closer. She guided them up the tower to her favorite spot in Nazarick; the cozy little library.
With a wave of her hand she turned the fire place on and took a seat on the lush, red couch in front of it. She let out a slow sigh as she stared at the flickering flames.
[23:55:48]
She hadn’t even realized so much time had passed, she had zoned out watching the flames dance. That had been happening with greater frequency the past couple of weeks. Lumière’s body in reality wasn’t in good condition. It was a struggle to even get out of bed, her lungs slowly filling with fluid each day. She’d need another draining surgery in a month.
Her fatigue caused her mind to drift away, not quite falling asleep but close to.
What will I do when they shut the game down?
It was a question that had occurred to her several times, but she never found an answer. It wasn’t that YGGDRASIL was the only game she ever played--Civilizaiton CXI and Warhammer were nice ways to pass time, but YGGDRASIL was special to her. Ainz Ooal Gown was a place she finally had proper friends.
[23:59:58, 59—]
Lumière closed her eyes. What a shame.
[0:00:00...1,2,3]
?
Lumière knew something was immediately wrong when the first breath she took was not one hampered. She reflexively breathed deeper and found that it did not incite a fit of coughing. Her eyes shot open and she abruptly stood up from her seat.
Even the movement came with ease.
What in the?
[0:00:38]
Lumière twisted her body one way to another, breathing in the scents of--
Scents?! YGGDRASIL couldn’t mimic smells.
But lo and behold Lumière could distinctly smell the fire. It had a odd woodsy scent to it, as if it were scented logs burning inside. Lumière had never gone camping before, nor had she experienced fire first hand in her life. She marveled over the odd smell it emitted, sniffing delicately at it.
I quite like this smell, she thought.
“My dearest lady?”
Lumière twitched in surprise, looking over at Jack. The NPC had approached Lumière, a hand placed over his chest where his heart would have been had he not been undead. Jack, like all of Nazarick’s NPCS, had two default outfits: battle and casual. The battle would originally have only been triggered during a raid, so he currently wore his casual.
Lumière had been pretty huge into Sherlock and anime at the time of his design, so he was heavily inspired by an anime version of Jack the Ripper.
He had a black ulster coat with the collar flipped up. Underneath was a white button up shirt, and black and red suit vest. He had the classic dark white gloves, and black slacks to complete the look.
Oh, and of course the famous top hat. Could never, ever, forget the top hat for someone inspired by Jack the Ripper.
Lumière opened her mouth to say something but rapidly closed it. She placed a hand over her chest, breathing.
I can breathe easy. I have a sense of smell and touch. Is it--did I die?
Isekais were rather popular. Given her sickly body it wouldn’t have been too much of a stretch to say she passed away and had no memory of it.
The end result was still the same: she was in her avatar’s body. A body strengthened by a hundred levels and not plagued by illness or frailty. A smile curled her lips and she said, “Jack, how are you today?”
A question that an NPC could never answer unless specifically programmed for. Lumière had never given such line to Jack which meant that if he answered--
“Lovely now that I can gaze upon you,” he answered, stepping closer.
A surge of embarrassed adrenaline shot through Lumière at his intensely warm tone. Ah, wait--
She had almost forgotten how she programmed Jack’s personality. Leaning into the guild’s theme of “monsters” and “evil” she pushed on with his serial killer design. Cruel, sadistic, obsessive, and dangerously smart. She went all out, using a character design sheet Tabula put together. Lumière wasn’t as inventive or imaginative in the edgy department so she asked Ulbert to help. Ulbert had already made a pretty evil demon, Demiurge, and was delighted to try his hand at an evil undead serial killer.
At the end of the design she, as giggling joke with Peroroncino she added that he was a yandere for her.
Ahahahaha… I’m sure it’ll be okay.
「Message from Momonga」 Lumière?
Uwa! Momonga’s here?
「Message to Momonga」 Momonga! You came here too?
「Message from Momonga」 Came here… you’re really in the game, too?
「Message to Momonga」 It looks like it. I can breathe without trouble.
「Message from Momonga」 Ah. I’m happy for you. I’m going to conduct some tests to make sure I can cast more spells. Do you want to meet up in the arena?
「Message from Momonga」 Yeah, I’ll meet you there.
“Cheshire,” Lumière said, raising her hands up. “Come here.”
The fairy disguised as a monster cat floated over with a wide smiles. “Yes, Mistress?”
She reached out and the monstrous feline leaned into her palm. She felt his fur, his warmth, and beneath it all a heartbeat.
Jack responded with an answer on his own, Cheshire is warm and has a heartbeat, I can move freely… I’m here. This is real. They’re real.
Lumière smiled shyly, taking Cheshire into her arms. He was fluffy and warm. “We’re going to the arena to meet with Momonga.”
“As you wish, my lady,” demurred Jack while Cheshire flicked his tail.
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I love your Overlord works so much 😭
Could you do Overlord headcanons with a SB! Reader that is a sort of high Priest/Priestess? The specialize in Holy magic and act similarly to a judge when it comes to their duties.
You can do individual characters or general headcanons. I don't know. I just really love your work. I hope you have a nice day!
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Cleric Supreme Being Reader | Yandere Overlord
Before the game had closed forever you found yourself lingering still 
Microphone left on as Ainz made some final addresses
In the beginning, you were regarded as a…moral authority 
Often being the mediator for the guild 
Supreme Judge is your title with only the guild knowing your true name
When you and Ainz are transported you lean on one another 
“Satoru….is that you?”
“(Y/n)?”
It isn’t long until you’re both forced to maintain your role as the Supreme Judge 
Unlike Ainz it seems the rest of the Floor Guardians and the Pleiades have much different ways of expressing their happiness that you’ve stayed
“Ah~Our Supreme Judge it is an honor to be in your presence!” 
They immediately go to kiss the ground in front of your feet
Unless you explicitly say otherwise they will always report to their default
While absolutely melting at the proximity
“Those in Nazarick mean a great deal to me and thus you’re worth is invaluable to me. Lift your head.”
“OH, great judge!”
“I’m so honored!” 
“So gracious as always my Judge.”
You’re not exactly stationed on the throne but you certainly aren’t expected to go into the heat of battle
Especially with Ainz nearby
Unless you commence on your mission he never meets with the others without you or lets you go anywhere without his supervision
He loved you before and he loves you now 
You’re all he has left…he refuses to put you in any danger
Granted he makes that clear in how he prioritizes you being in Nazarick the majority of the time
But as a fellow supreme being he can’t contain you for long
This is why he employs the guardians to disintegrate, eat, and annihilate all that threaten their other Supreme Being
They are all incredibly hesitant to go against your supposed wishes if you verbalize feeling trapped or stifled
But he makes this argument for you being a symbol of Nazarick
To be the very symbol of integrity that Nazarick has left
That encourages everyone to treat you both like grass as you’ll unintentionally order the same thing from them
“Y-y-you can count on me, my Judge!”
“And I as well! We’ll do whatever you ask of us!”
“Your honor will be up-held with all my actions Great Judge.”
But being a Supreme Being a part of the original group you’ll have your own creations
And depending on how demented creative your imagination is it may give you the edge you need
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the-blind-geisha · 1 year
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Is a drabble of yandere dmi okie then? Or nu?
A/N: Yeah! It's totally fine~!
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He couldn't understand why he couldn't be with her.
Yes, he had so much he had to do, but it wasn't as though his time was readily available for her.
If she needed an extra person for that mission, he could easily be her bodyguard. Of course he wasn't as strong as her, but he would do his absolute best to protect her anyways—lay his life down for her.
“Another mission where I have to be absent, and it's Sebas who gets to join her,” he growled to himself.
Slamming down the butcher's knife, his tail flicked back and forth in bubbling anger that was hard to ignore.
In the fit of cutting up another 'sheep' to use for food at his farm, all the devil could do was imagine it was Sebas there underneath the blade. Very rarely did he ever let his emotions get the better of him in this situation, but he couldn't help it.
An incoming [Message] threw Demiurge off guard, causing him to stall in what he was doing the moment he recognized the voice as hers.
“My Lady? How can I assist you?”
[Demiurge, I was wondering if you could set aside a few spell scrolls for me when I plan to go out on my next errand for Lord Ainz.]
He chewed his lower lip, wondering if he should ask.
His curiosity got the better of him. “Who is going with you, my Lady? You need a guard with you at all times.” Even if she was a Supreme Being, she had lost a few levels recently having been revived from an attack none saw coming.
[I know, silly. Sebas or Yuri will probably be going with me.]
Demiurge huffed his frustrations through his nostrils as his blooded hands moved his thumb over the knife in his possession.
“My Lady, may I ask for you to visit my farm for a moment?” Demiurge wasn't sure what was rushing through his own mind, but several chaotic thoughts were leaving him winded—unable to think. It would be the first time in awhile that were to be the case.
[Oh? Me? Is it important?]
“Yes, it does require immediate attention. If you'd be so kind, of course.”
Demiurge was lying. He knew if he said it wasn't, he probably would never see her before him. At least, not for several days depending on this new quest she would be on.
[Alright. I'll be there momentarily. I have to relay information to Lord Ainz first.]
“Of course, my Lady.” Ending the [Message], he looked over the blooded butcher's knife once more before slamming it back down into the targeted corpse he had been chopping away at.
It took no time at all for her to [Teleport] outside of the ranch's borders. She knew Demiurge used it for these 'bipedal sheep', but that was the gist of it.
For whatever reason, the place smelled foul. She did her best to be kind as she joined Demiurge in the main building that was his office.
Upon entering, she felt a bit uneasy when doing so. There was only one light source, and it was the devil that was blocking it, giving an ominous atmosphere to the building.
She always did feel a bit unsettled with Demiurge having come to life. She knew everything Ulbert put into his creation, and it was a reason she went out of her way at times to avoid him. Unless it was urgent.
“I came as soon as I could, Demiurge. So what seems to be the problem?”
Demiurge turned, offering a smile that was covered in blood. “My Lady, it is wonderful to see you.”
She bit back the sound she wished to make. “Oh, umm... You have a bit of blood on your face.”
Demiurge dug into his breast pocket, taking his handkerchief and wiping it away. “Forgive me. I didn't realize that was still there. Now then, I was wondering if you could check something for me while you're here, my Lady.”
“And what is that?”
He motioned for her to follow him into the next room where a giant cage laid in wait. “You see, these 'sheep' of mine are paired with demi-humans on occasion. Just to see if other scrolls can be put into the mix.” He made it up to the cage, opening the door. “I wanted to be certain that it is impossible for a strong entity to make it through these bars with the right enchantment.”
There was something buzzing in his tone that was making her hair stand on end. It was so unsettling. “O-Okay then...”
Stepping towards the cage, Demiurge shut the door behind her. With a special incantation he had acquired, he watched as the entire cage seemed to glow. Giant, magical chains latched onto the cage, showing the lock was sealed before it disappeared.
“Alright, now try everything you can to get out.”
She took in a deep breath and used her weaker spells first. Nothing seemed to come of it, allowing her to go up the tier list to find if anything would put a dint in this.
Nothing.
A lot of her higher spells were locked as of late, since she lost the levels in which she could use them.
“I would say demi-humans can't do tier spells beyond level 5 or so. Wouldn't you agree, Demiurge?” She was doing her best not to show her discomfort in the situation. “Well, I would say it's functional. Your ranch should be fine now. So please, let me out.”
“But you can be here with me, my Lady,” Demiurge insisted. “Wouldn't that be better than running all over this world with only a few weaker, unintelligent beings of Nazarick to assist you?”
Now the tone was far more darker than before. It made her step back in the cage she found herself within. “D-Demiurge, release me this instant...!”
The devil shook his head with a sigh. “So you still don't understand what I'm trying to do for you—for us.” He moved closer, reaching through the bars to try and touch her face. “It can just be you and me—!”
Slapping away his hand, she gave a rather furious expression at his behavior.
Demiurge retreated his hand from the cage, rubbing it as it only pained him a little bit. “I see then...” He sounded displeased; hurt even. “Perhaps if you stay here for a moment, you can rethink your viewpoints where we're concerned, my Lady.”
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Midnight Doesn’t Last Forever | Ten
PAIRING yandere!Ten x fem!reader
GENRE horror, angst, idol au
WORD COUNT 16.5k
SYNOPSIS His love for her started as a sweet admiration but quickly grew sour. She looked up to him as her senior and was blinded by his persona to see what was underneath. Friendship turns into unrequited love which soon turns poisonous. He can’t take the pressure of being ignored and snaps. Can she handle the fallout of his insanity? Or has he already tainted her with his deadly love?
FEATURING ‘Demiurge’ - a made up girlgroup that Y/N is in as well as Lami, Helen, Jimin and Ningning (this was written before ‘aespa’ was announced, some characters in this story are from that group although i had just researched sm rookies and pulled names from there. i had no idea they would be debuting so soon. they have nothing to do with aespa nor did i associate the group with this story while writing)
WARNINGS violence, murder, gore, kidnapping, swearing, drinking, yandere behaviour, guns, abusive and toxic behaviour 
BASED OFF of ‘misery’ by Stephen King
COLLAB originally part of a Stephen King collab hosted by @starryqian & @takitaro, although both are now inactive and the masterlist is gone lol
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Ten had possibly watched your video more times than the number of times he had met you in real life. Despite his recent comebacks and spending a lot of time in the dance studios, he had only managed to walk past your group when they were practising for events, which was nothing compared to the hundredth time he had clicked replay on your most recent dance practise, which wasn’t that recent. He didn't mind, he could watch this video a million more times. Why? It gave him a clear shot of your dance solo in the midst of your new song. It's not that he didn't enjoy your other songs, or that he wasn't interested in the other members. But the way you moved was so fascinating, it lured him in and he couldn't look away. He wished he could just have your part playing on repeat forever, but someone else wasn't too happy about it.
“If you play that video one more time I'm going to scream.” He had honestly forgotten that Hendery was in the same room as him, trying to sleep. He hadn't even noticed how late it was. 
“Sorry.” He shuts off his phone and slides it under his pillow, turning around to get more comfortable for sleep but he can't seem to. Thoughts of you replaying in his head. But the feelings are conflicting. “Hendery?”
“Ughh,” He hears the other boy move around in his bed. “What is it?”
“Nevermind.”
“Just tell me, I'm already awake.”
“What do you feel about Demiurge?” 
“They seem alright, I haven't had a chance to listen to all their songs but I ran into one of them the other day, she seemed nice.” 
“Which one?”
“Oh my god, can you sleep already? Why are you so interested in them all of a sudden?” Ten goes silent, he didn't even realize he was interested in them, sure he was fascinated by you, but to be categorized as your fan wasn't what he wanted. “Helen, I talked to Helen.”
“Oh.”
“Seriously though, something must have piqued your interest.” He heard Hendery move around again and when he opened his eyes he saw Hendery also facing towards him. Ten sighed and turned back over to face the roof.
“I mean I've watched their other music videos, but their most recent one with the dance solo really blew me away. Her name's Y/N, she's really talented.” Although he was complimenting you, his words don't sound nice.
“Are you jealous?” Henderys laugh echoed across the room, he wouldn't be mad if Ten was because he understood how he felt. Demiurge was barely half a year old and was already doing better than what WayV was, he knew it wasn’t your fault but he had to admit it did sting a little.
“No, it's just,” He groaned, unable to put his feelings into words, when looking into you, he saw a lot of comments about him. It surprised him to be compared to you, but once again it hurt. You weren't the new him, you weren't the female version of him. The both of you were your own person. He had been an idol a lot longer than you, it wasn't fair for you to be given such great opportunities already. “I don't know, let’s just sleep.”
“Ok, whatever you say.” Hendery wasn't going to argue, more than happy to just sleep. Yet Ten couldn't seem to shut off his brain. Why was he so obsessed with you? He barely knew you, he didn't need to know you. Thinking about you made him angry, it boiled his blood but it wasn't fair to be angry at you. But he couldn't get those feelings out of him. He turned back over to see Hendery already fast asleep, his hand slipped under his pillow and unlocked it to have your video pop up ready to watch again. One more time wouldn't hurt. 
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“Get up man,” You feel the covers come off of your body before you can do anything to stop it, the blanket that was once protecting you from harsh bedroom lights now hurting your eyes. You groan and look up at the culprit, Lami. “We have to leave in like twenty minutes.”
“What?!” You scramble out of bed, hitting your head on the way up on the bunk above you, you groan and hold onto your head as you stand up properly. “Why did no one get me up earlier?”
“We tried to!” She chucks your blanket back onto your bed and moves out of the way as you frantically get ready for the day, grabbing your supplies and dashing off to the bathroom to clean up a bit. Luckily today's schedule is pretty chill, but you still don't want to be seen as a mess in front of your seniors.
Eventually, the five of you scramble into the van, managers in the front as you head to the SM dance studio. You finally catch your breath after running around for the past few minutes. “Did you see what Ten posted on his story?” Ningning was the first to bring it up, something all of them knew but you had managed to miss out on.
“As in Ten? From WayV?” Everyone nodded excitedly. “Was it about us?”
“Have a look” She pulls out her phone and flips it around so you can see what the hype is about. A screenshot of your dance practice is posted alongside a few emojis, ones that seem to be positive. 
“Holy shit!” You sit there mouth wide, you hadn't had much of a chance to interact with WayV but to see a senior group praise you so openly was a huge honour. 
“If we see them today, we should go over.” Lami, despite being the youngest, was always the boldest in the group. In a million years you would never have the courage to do so.
“I ran into Hendery the other day, he was super sweet.” Helen sips on her water as if it was normal.
“You did what?” The rest of the ride is shared stories of meeting these idols, sometimes it was hard to believe that you yourself was one. After looking up to all these people for years, suddenly working by their side was an unreal experience. 
It isn't until you arrive in your designated room that you get a call from the dance instructor, they are running late. “Are you kidding me?” You laugh as you collapse in a chair in the corner, every wall filled with mirrors that reflect your defeat while the rest of the girls just laugh. “I rush and for what?”
“Go get breakfast then, you have time to get now.” You nod at Helen and place down your things before heading down to the cafeteria on the floor below. This is a path you've walked many times, you're sure half of your money goes towards buying your food when you don't have time to make breakfast. The lady at the cafeteria checkout smiles as you walk up.
“Running late again Miss L/N?” She laughs to herself as she heads over to get your regular order. 
“Yup.” You let out an airy breath as you reach into your pocket for your wallet, paying for the drink and rice bowl you get whenever you're late.
“That's a bad look for a newbie.” You flick your head around to the voice that came from behind you, shock comes over you as you see who it is.
“Ten?” You stutter out your words before seeing a few members by his side, you feel blood rush to your face as you try to compose yourself.
“Tsk leave her alone man,” Lucas steps to the side of Ten reaching out his hand for you to take. “Don't worry about him, he's just being a dick.”
“Oh it's ok,” You laugh awkwardly as you shake his hand. “It's nice to meet you, I’m Y/N, I'm from-”
“Demiurge,” Ten cuts you off, smiling at you. “We watched your stuff last night, you're really talented.”
“Thank you.” It's the only words you can get out, your heart beating out of your chest. Just as you think embarrassment is going to eat you alive a voice calls you from down the hall.
“Y/N hurry up!” You look over and see Helen from across the room. 
“It was nice meeting you kid but you better not be late again.” Tens tone is not as aggressive, his joking side coming through with his smile. 
“I’ll try not to be.” You smile at him and Lucas one more time before grabbing your food to go. When you catch up with Helen you lock arms with her, trying to steady yourself. “Holy fuck.” 
“What?” Helen giggles although she already knows what's up.
“Ten is such a bitch,” You whisper to her as you finally step into the elevator. She laughs harder and you continue. “Dude I’m being serious, ThAt'S a BaD lOoK fOr A nEwBiE.”
“Stop it!” She wheezes trying to catch her breath as the elevator comes to a stop. “That's our senior.”
“I know I'm only joking, Lucas seems nice though.” Dance practice starts with a good laughing fit as you recount the horrors of what had happened downstairs, which happens to be just as much of a mess as you all are right now.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Lucas was mortified at Tens actions, never has he seen him be so rude, especially to someone so nervous.
“Nothing,” Ten battered his eyes, acting clueless to what Lucas was talking about. “I was only joking around with her.”
“Next time make it more obvious that it's just jokes.”
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“Ok, that's all for today guys.” You all thank the instructor, out of breath as you head over to your bags to clean up for the day.
Your voices filled the halls as you walked down, normally you would be a bit embarrassed to be so loud, but these people made you feel comfortable. Although as your eyes meet Tens from across the room, your mood drops. Your laughter goes quiet as his gaze follows you despite you looking away. They were cold dead eyes that you couldn't stand to look at. He singled you out with his gaze and made you feel alone in a room full of people. But suddenly the chills over your body disappear, you look up, to see what had changed only to discover nothing had, apart from the smile now present on his face. This time when you look at him he acknowledges your presence, gesturing you over to him. Without saying much, you break away from the group, your disappearance goes unnoticed as you make your way towards him, you're not sure why you're even going, it's like he's put you into a trance and you're only walking because he's commanding you too.
“I know you have to go so I’ll make this quick but I was unaware that my humour didn't really come off as humour earlier.”
“Oh right.” You nod and press your lips together, not sure what to do with yourself as he didn't really give you much to work with, it wasn't an apology nor did he say it won't happen again. Only saying it was a joke which didn't make it any less hurtful.
“Yeah well if we see each other around again, don't be afraid to say hi, I’d love to see more of your dancing.” The confusion you were previously feeling melts away as you smile towards him, praise from others always made you feel good but coming from someone as talented as him made it more meaningful. 
“Will do but uh,” You turn around and see your manager waiting at the door for you. “I gotta go so I’ll see you later Ten.” You wave briefly and turn around to make your way out of the building.
“Call me Chittaphon!” He calls out behind you.
“Bye Chittaphon.”
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“What did Ten say to you today?” Ningnings' question catches you off guard as you stuff another piece of sushi in your mouth.
“I um,” You try to speak with your mouth full but you're unsuccessful, all eyes are on you for a second before you swallow. “He just said sorry for being rude, apparently he was trying to joke but I don't know, it seemed pretty genuine to me.”
“And you got first name privileges.” Your manager smiles at you and you almost choke again, the rest of the girls also going wide-eyed.
“How?” Yami scouts closer, eyes filled with hope of wanting to befriend those she admires.
“I honestly don't know, I don't really think first name privilege is a thing is it?”
“It's because he thinks your hot.'' Your mouth goes agape at Jimin's comment, you reach over and throw your chopstick wrapper at her which doesn't get fair.
“Enough.” You put another piece of sushi in your mouth and sink into your seat, stories thrown around the room of you and Ten. Your face heats up and you try to move the attention to something else and eventually as the night goes on it does. But even after you've said goodnight, showered and laid down in bed, you can't get what Jimin said out of your head. 
She was only joking, right? He doesn't actually think you're hot? You've never been good at reading people. But you trust your gut when things are going wrong, and he seemed nice. You shut your eyes and try to block it out, begging for sleep to overcome you. Eventually, it does, you dream of a bigger stage, of something more. Just in the building opposite to you, similar dreams are being dreamt.
Performing on a stage, being able to do more, because he has someone more. His hands run over yours, sliding down your arm to your waist, your body moves in sync with his and the feeling of being complete comes over him. But the picture-perfect feeling only lasts for a moment, it slowly distorts and his vision is too blurry to make out what happens next. His hands go numb, yet he's still able to feel the blood dripping off of them and suddenly he's alone on the stage again. It's no longer a roaring applause but laughter of disgust. But he doesn't feel anything, he isn't embarrassed, he isn't guilty, he still feels complete.
It's a mixture of his heart pounding and the buzzing of Henderys' computer that wakes him. He feels wide awake, sitting up in bed and wiping the sweat off of his brow. He hunches over trying to catch his breath and it's only then that Hendery notices that he's awake. “What happened to you?” He only glances at him before going back to the game flashing on his screen.
“Just a bad dream,” Once he calms down a bit he lays back down, and the room goes dark, Hendery also packing up for the night. “Goodnight.” He lets out a breathless whisper, a hum coming back in response. Hendery has the ability to fall asleep right away leaving Ten awake in an empty room. Even with his eyes shut and mind empty he can't seem to go back to sleep. The whole night is left with him tossing and turning. The night feels excruciating long but at the same time not long enough because before he even starts to feel tired the sun rises and his alarm is blaring in his ear.
He drags his body out of bed and heads into the shower before anyone else is up to do so. Standing in the shower with the hot water hitting his body is when the tiredness hits him, all being dumped on his head. Today is going to be tough but what can he do about it now. He gets out before he falls asleep, seeing Hendery is up and dressed as he goes back to his room takes him by surprise.
“Are you not showering?” He sits on the bed, finally getting a chance to check his phone.
“Nah I had one last night,” He's about to leave the room but hesitates, despite his attention being on the phone Ten notices and looks up at him.
“You look like shit.” He grunts and the grip on his phone becomes tighter.
“Was that all?”
“I mean that bad dream must have been pretty bad, what happened?” Ten shuts his eyes and flashes of light and blood go through his mind, he opens his eyes and removes them from his brain.
“Y/N.”
“Oh,” Hendery looks away, desperately wanting to get out of there. “Xuxi told me about what happened with her.”
“It wasn't that it was just,” He rubs his eyes, he can't bring this up, he knows he can't but it's causing so much pressure in his head. “I think I like her.”
“Oh, that kind of dream.” The awkwardness increases and Ten can't help but laugh.
“No, not that kinda dream, you pervert. Get out of here.” Hendery chuckles a little before finally leaving the room, as soon as he's out of sight, the smile that was plastered on Tens face drops. Regret instantly fills him, why did he say anything? That dream wasn't normal, he isn't normal. What scares him the most is knowing it wasn't a nightmare, but he enjoyed it.
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“I'm just gonna run to the bathroom ok?” You alert the girls of you leaving before making your way out of the dance room while on break. You know you can't be gone for long but you still take the long way around, hoping to see the cat that oftentimes sat outside the window that you could only see taking this route. But a stab of regret moves into your stomach as you run into someone you weren't hoping to see.
“Ten.” You smile as he makes his way over to you, he smiles back and it feels more genuine than the time from last week.
“I told you to call me Chittaphon, remember?” 
“Oh right sorry,” You awkwardly nod your head. “Well good afternoon Chittaphon.”
“Are you guys done for the day?” He makes himself comfortable against the window showing he isn't planning on going anytime soon. You cringe a little, feeling trapped already.
“Nah we’re still going, it's quite a difficult dance, well I’m struggling anyway.”
“Aw don't say that I'm sure you're doing great. Between the two of us, you're definitely the dancer out of the group.”
“Oh thank you.” The smile you were forcing forms into something real, he must see the eyes light up as his strong posture drops.
“We're finished for the day, is it ok if I come watch you guys for a bit?”
“Uh yeah, I don't see why not.” Before you can say anything about using the bathroom he starts heading off towards the direction of your dance room. At first, you think it's a lucky guess but he gets to the right door and stands waiting for you to enter first. You go to open the door but stop, hand resting on the handle. “How did you know this was our room?”
Panic enters his system, he hasn't really been there for practice that day, instead just picking up some gear he left behind. When he was heading out he walked past your door and saw you guys practising. “This is the room we had when we first debuted so I assume that's where they put all the trainees.”
“Oh right.” You clear your throat and open the door, you walk in first with Ten trailing behind you. The eyes of your girls go wide as they greet him respectfully. 
“I've come to watch, if that’s ok?”
“Of course, we're honoured to have you here,” Jimin speaks for the rest of them, while you're still standing awkwardly at his side. Everything moves into motion as you get scolded for spending too long on your bathroom break and then eventually you'll get ready to run through the dance one more time. You don't feel his eyes on you until you actually start at that's when the pressure begins to arise. You can tell the rest of them feel it as when the beat starts, everyone is dancing a lot harder than they were earlier. 
Your nerves eat you alive as you try to focus your mind on anything other than him. One step, two-step, three-step, four. You repeat that over and over again, planning out each move as to not fuck up yet it makes your movements feel so unnatural and stiff. The next thing trying to focus is breathing, you can't seem to push your breath out, and when you do, it's like it's blocking your nose as you can't bring the next bit of air in. By the time the dance has come to an end, you're struggling to breathe, panting as the girls praise each other and get praised by Ten. Everyone is feeling good, but you can't help but shake at the uncomfortable feeling from your stomach. The couch is the only place you can sit at this moment, but that happens to be across the room, right where Ten and the rest are standing. As you try to walk over there with wobbling legs a hand grabs your arm to guide you over. You're too desperate to sit to notice who it is at first but as soon as your body hits the soft couch, your heart sinks further.
“Are you feeling ok Y/N?” His face is closer than you ever want it to be, hand still resting on your shoulder as you're painfully aware how tight his grip is.
“Yup.” You smile through it, trying your best to stay composed. Your smile must break a little because soon Jimin is at your side. 
“I’ll take it from here,” She smiles at him and he seems reluctant to let go but eventually he does, making his way back to the group to continue chatting. As soon as he's stopped looking at you, ease washes over you. It's as if he was only creating that act for you. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I'm good.” Helen brings you a water bottle to let you rest on the seat a little while longer, watching them converse from afar. It's not long until you are all needing to go back to your dorms, Ten included. He sticks by your side on the way out, still wary about your condition. Just as you're about to say goodbye he pulls out his phone.
“Can I have your number? Not in a weird way but I’d like to stay in contact.” As much as you dread giving your number away to him, the pressure of everyone watching means you can't turn him down. “We should collaborate on a dance sometime, you were amazing today.”
“I’d love to but I’m pretty busy with practice and then promotions so maybe after that?” His smile falters ever so slightly, his force stronger than necessary when taking the phone back out of your hands. His comments about your dancing is off-putting, you know that today wasn’t your best so for him to say you were amazing changes how you feel.
“Of course, I’ll text you some time.”
“Bye Ten.”
“Chittaphon.”
“Bye, Chittaphon.”
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Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the lack of food or even the lack of sunlight but he couldn't shut his mind off. It was going haywire yet he was too exhausted to keep it going. His body was in overdrive when all he wanted was to go to sleep. But he couldn't get you out of his head. It started as an interest, then slowly grew into a harmless crush but now it’s all he ever thinks about, all that consumes his mind. Yet he doesn't know why. Especially when you keep turning him down. Every other day he asks you to join him in the dance studio and every time you come up with some bodiless excuse that he can see right through. He could read you like a book, each lie being broken down even over text. 
His unhealthy behaviour doesn’t go unnoticed by those around him. They were constantly trying to get him to rest or eat. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes shut without seeing more blood nor could he stomach any food. It wasn't what he wanted but at the same time, he wasn't really making any attempt to get better. His thoughts are broken away by knocking at his door, not only does it bring him back but it wakes up Hendery. Tired from staying up with him the nights prior. 
“Come in.” He sits up and rubs his eyes, trying to look a little bit more alive. Hendery does the same, adjusting to the light as Kun comes in and flicks them on.
“Since our schedules are clear and some of us definitely need a break,” He eyes up Ten but he's too dazed out to notice but it at least gives Hendery a chuckle. “I’ve booked us into my parents lake house this weekend if you want to join us. All of you are invited but if you'd rather stay here and relax then that's fine as well.”
“You're asking if I'd rather stay at a lake house or this place?” Hendery's eyes go wide at the offer, suddenly wide awake. He jumps out of bed, rushing past Kun and into the living room to talk about it with the others.
“You gonna come?” Kun remains leaning in the doorway, his whole plan was to bring Ten out there to help clear his mind. He can't stand to see him in this condition, especially when he won't tell him what it's about.
“Can I have a plus one?”
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“Guys,” Although you were planning on going to sleep early, exhausted from promotions only just finishing, you rush out of bed with your phone in hand. Everyone who's in the lounge turns to you, eyebrows raised waiting for you to talk. “He invited me to a lake house this weekend.”
“Wait really?” Helen rushes out of her seat on the couch to read over your phone.
“Well, are you gonna go? I could definitely use that type of break after all this.” Lami sinks further into her seat and you would have to agree. Getting away for the weekend isn't the worst thing in the world. 
“Well I have to don't I? I keep brushing him off, I don't even have an excuse anymore.”
“If you’re not comfortable going, don’t go Y/N.” You look over at Jimin, she was always very caring and at your side. That’s the advice you would have given her as well, but honestly, you felt bad for being so hard on Ten. You had no reason not to like him, he was a nice guy and maybe you just needed time to get to know him properly. Become friends in an environment outside of work.
“I know but I want to.” She just tuts her tongue, turning her attention back to the TV screen.
“Yeah, it would be kinda dog to say no after all that, don’t break his heart anymore.”
“Stop he doesn’t have a crush on me!” You reach over and slap Lamis arm. Her giggling only getting louder.
“Hmm, I beg to differ.” Helen finally looks up from your phone and you give her a doubtful look. “I wasn’t gonna tell you guys but me and Hendery have been talking and he’s roommates with Ten.”
“Oh my god,” You drop your phone onto the floor and crouch down with it, head in hands. “This is a disaster.” You look up and laugh at everyone.
You pick up your phone and send the text, at least this would give you time to determine your thoughts on the situation.
y/n: id love to :)
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“Wow Kun, you said this was yours?” Your first impression of the place has you blown away, you're a bit taken aback by how nice it is and you suddenly feel underdressed and out of place despite everyone around you being dressed the same. 
“Well, my parents” He places down his bags right in the front entrance and flops on the couch, ready to relax after a few hours of driving to get here. Everyone else moves around to put their stuff away and also calm down. But they've been here before, not shocked by how nice this place is. The high ceilings, the large open fireplace, the expensive rugs, marble benchtops and polished wooden falls carry on up until the second floor where a chandelier sits. 
“Come on Y/N.” Tens calls you out of your trance from up the stairs, wanting you to show around. He's acting like an over-excited kid, excited that his parents finally let him have friends around. You pick up your bag once again and head up the stairs to where he was waiting for you. After being stuck in a car with him for hours on end, you realize he's maybe not as bad as you once thought. Seeing him outside of a work environment gave you a new perspective of him. He was no longer stressed or sweaty, no longer focused on dancing and dancing with you.
“Our rooms are next to each other, I kinda planned it that way, I hope you don't mind.” He sheepishly admits with a light chuckle, placing down his bags and opening the door for you to enter your room. You're just as blown away by your room as you were with the main area. A large bed with plush pillows and a wooden frame, large windows and mirrors covered the walls and a TV which seemed too modern to sit in the space above the end of the bed. 
“Of course not, it’ll be fun.” You smile at him and collapse on the bed, the soft mattress is a nice contrast compared to the uncomfortable car seat. 
“I'm gonna unpack but I’ll meet you downstairs in a few.” He lingers at the door for slightly too long, eyes icing over your body before smiling again and shutting the door to head to his own room. You take your time setting out your stuff and taking off your jacket. Lavishing in the time you have a way to properly relax, even if it's only for a few days.
When you finally make your way downstairs everyone is already occupied doing their own things, Yangyang and Xiaojun playing pool, Lucas, Ten and Kun mixing drinks in the kitchen while Hendery and Winwin set up the fireplace, knowing that the night that's shortly going to come will be rather cold. You make the choice to go over where Ten is, taking a seat at the island bar. They barely take notice of your presence apart from Lucas flashing you a smile while they continue to make up eight drinks. Eventually, he slides one over to you and waits for you to try it. But you hesitate.
“I don’t think I’m allowed to drink this.” 
“Come on, we won't snitch.” Kun smiles as he walks past, holding more cups in his hands to pass out to the rest. Everyone now has their drink, all of them already taking sips. You look down at the one in front of you and eventually give in. Taking a mouthful and coiling away from the drink.
“Holy fuck that’s strong.” You hiss and get a laugh from everyone in the room as you try to adjust to the alcoholic burn. 
“But it's good right?” Ten leans over the table and gives you a cheeky grin and you can't help but agree with his statement. Despite the insane amount of disgust it brought you, you can't help but want more. For the first time, you genuinely return your smile and have another drink.
As the night grows old, the more alive you all become. The alcohol in your system buzzes in all of your heads. And as much as you enjoy watching Lucas trying to strip for Winwin with Ten and Yangyang bickering in the background, you need to have some water. Already feeling the burn out from the drinks. You walk into the kitchen, which is barely separated from the lounge where the rest of them are to find Hendery standing over the sink. You hadn't even noticed he had left yet here he is.
“You ok?” His head flips around, unaware that you had entered the kitchen where he once thought he was alone.
“Yeah, I just needed a breather,” He still seems a bit shaken but you brush it off as the alcohol rather than anything else. “You?”
“I just need some water.” His mouth makes an ‘O’ as he steps away from the sink, making room for you to grab a glass and get a drink. He continues to watch you as you do so. “You talk to Helen right?”
“Oh yeah,” His roughed up energy becomes calm as thoughts of her come over him. “Did she say something to you?”
“Oh yeah, I guess.” You take another sip of water, scared to bring up the next part but you manage to blabber it out. “She said that you said Ten, I mean, Chittaphon likes me?”
“Tsk.” He laughs a little and shakes his head. “Yeah well, we all think he does. He's obsessed with you. Not in a creep way but he really is fascinated by you and your work”
“Oh,” You smile and laugh a little too, grateful that what Helen had said was an exaggeration of his words. “That's good I guess, I was worried that he liked me and I don't even know if I’m allowed to date so that would just be bad.”
“It would be bad if I liked you?” Both of your heads whip around to see Ten standing in between the space of the kitchen and dining area. Head tilted to the side with dead eyes.
“Um,” You swallow hard and look back at Hendery for help but he's just as lost as you.
“You know what nevermind.” His voice cracks at the ‘nevermind’, too upset to want to focus on his emotions as he turns and heads back into the lounge. 
“Wait Ten!” A wave of guilt washes over you as you follow his path only to see all the boys sitting there wide-eyed with the front door now unlocked. “Did he leave?” Although everyone else is shocked, no one else seems to be as worried as you. It's dark out and it doesn't seem safe for someone as drunk as him to be wandering around.
“He does that when he's upset” Winwin speaks up, clearing the air. “I wouldn't worry too much, he won't be gone long and he’ll feel better in the morning.”
“Oh,” You walk forward and lock the door again. “I'm going to head to bed then, but this was fun”
“Goodnight,” They all say almost in unison as you head off up the stairs. As you get ready for bed you can't help but cringe at what you said. You didn't mean for him to hear that, and what you said wasn't true. Sure you didn't like him back but it wouldn't be bad if he did like you. You didn't mean to invalidate his feelings, only trying to express yours. The guilt doesn't let you sleep, eventually, you roll over and send him a text, a simple one trying to explain yourself and apologise. 
The next morning you wake up nice and early, the sound of the door next to you slamming shut. It takes you a while to process it but the room next door is Tens. You sit up and let yourself wake a little before getting out and heading to his room. Knocking on the door only lightly but it's enough for him to hear and call you in. You shut the door behind you and watch him take off his shoes for a second, he only just came back from leaving last night. 
“I know you only just got home but did you see my text?” He looks up with brows furrowed, confusion clear on his face.
“What text? And I've been here for a while. I was just walking with Xiaojun outside '' He stands and brushes out his shirt, placing his shoes in his bag.
“Oh uh, you should probably check your phone first then” He pulls out his phone from his back pocket and plays around a bit before even more confusion washes over his features. “I just wanted to say sorry for my words last night”
“I'm still so confused, what text?” He turns around his screen to face you and you become just as shocked. The text you could have sworn you sent last night is not there. “And what were you saying sorry for?”
“Oh, nothing,” Embarrassment floods over your body, checks heating up. Was he just avoiding this to make things less awkward or did you really just make this whole scenario up in your head? “I'm going to go get ready now then”
You shuffle your feet out of his room and back into yours, mixed emotions flooding your brain as you try to think about what just happened. Once you're finally dressed for the day you brace yourself for more confrontation as you go downstairs. Only to find that everyone else is also acting as if nothing happened. Now you're convinced it's all in your head. “What's the plan for today?” You slide into the island bar once more, grabbing a pancake off of the pile Yangyang had been making.
“Probably go for a swim in the lake if you're up to it? It's kinda a tradition for all of us to do but you can just come chill by the rocks if you want.” Kun walks up and takes the seat next to you, also stealing a pancake from Yangyang. He receives a death stare and a little curse under the breath. “How come Y/N can take one then?”
“She's cool and you're,” Yangyang hesitates for a moment, waving the spatula around trying to empathise the word he doesn't even know yet. “old?”
“Hey,” Kun goes off on some rant as you just laugh, sliding off the seat and letting them be as you still take small bites of your pancake. Eventually, everyone joins together outside, swimsuits on and towels at hand. There's no doubt the water will be cold so it's a quick dip before heading back inside.
You let the boys go in first, testing out the water for you before you really decide if that’s a good idea. Your eyes stay on Ten to see his judgement, maybe to see some real emotions. His eyes go blank, which seems real but also chilling.
He can't concentrate on anything other than the water dripping from his hair onto his face and shoulders. He lifts his arms to try and wipe the water off of his face yet it only causes more water to fall off his arms. He shuts his eyes to rub off his face and opens them to find that it’s no longer water dripping off of him, but rather blood. He turns and meets your eyes at the shore to see that the blood isn't just on him, but it's congealed in your hair as you stand there innocently smiling with piles of bodies around you, the bodies of those he loves. He can't say it feels wrong or out of place despite the shock factor of it all. You call out his name and he shuts his eyes again, opening them to see the water being water and the rest of the boys still very much alive. 
 You slowly make your way to the water, choosing to stay around the main group, scared of what might be out there. It's not as cold as you would have thought, although it's still not pleasant. You're able to see the land properly in the daylight now and you're really in the middle of nowhere, the side of the house has a long dirt driveway which eventually leads out to an old highway, the back of the house and lake is wrapped in a mountain while the rest of the land is hills and forest, thick forest. As your eyes scan the place you notice a small building up the mountain where it connects with the forest, the long chimney bringing your attention to it.
“Hey Kun what's up there?” You point over in the direction of the building and he swims closer to squint at it.
“Oh” He wipes his face and turns back to you. “I don't really know, it was there when my parents built this place and they've only been up there a few times cause it's so difficult to get to, from what I hear it's an old cabin. It's in good condition and still has supplies in it but no one ever uses it cause it's in the middle of an impossible place” 
“Creepy”
“You think so?”
“I know so”
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“Goodbye lake house” Lucas dramatically cries to the front of the door as he locks it for the last time, passing Kun the keys after his little show is over. Although it's sad you're heading back, you appreciated the break you got. Knowing you had work the very next damn made it a challenge to want to leave, but alas you pile your stuff into the back of Tens car and hop into the passenger seat. Watching the house disappear from your peripheral. 
“What's Demiurge up to when you get back?” You groan at the mention of work.
“Preparing for a repackage”
“And that's a bad thing?” He chuckles, looking over at you.
“Well no, but after having a break I don't want to go back to work” The conversation continues on with no hitches, your eyes mainly watching the scenery outside, occasionally catching a glimpse of Hendery's bright blonde hair and Lucas’ taller frame arguing. That's until you notice that your surroundings are no longer familiar and the two cars in front of you are gone. “Ten did you take a wrong turn or something?”
“Hmm no, I just wanted to take the long way round,” You thought it was a simple mistake but his reply definitely makes you know it was intentional. The panic inside grows more when he turns to smile at you.
“We both don’t know these roads well, I don’t think that’s a good idea” The whole drive coming here you followed behind Kuns car for directions, so suddenly being alone isn't ideal.
“It's fine don’t worry” His eyes remain on the road this time but his hand finds a way to rest on your thigh.
“Ten turn around please, I’ll tell Kun to wait for us” You reach to grab your phone but his hand leaves your thigh and snatches it away from you, bringing it to his lap before returning his hand to your leg.
“No,” His manner calms and little but his grip on your thigh tightens. “and its Chittaphon”
“Chittaphon please” You pull your legs up to your chest, bringing your feet to rest on the dashboard as a way to apply pressure and comfort to your body. The surroundings become more familiar as you realize you're heading back towards the house. “Ten what's going on?”
“It's Chittaphon!” He slams down on the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve slightly. A wave of nausea comes over you, your vision spinning as you try to calm down.
“Let me call Kun please” You try to sneak your hand over one more time to grab your phone but he goes more feral.
“I said stop!” His hands leave the wheel to reach over to you but just as his anger flashes away he realizes his mistake.
“Ten!” You scream louder than you ever have before as you see the car head straight into a tree, your knees press harder into your chest before you feel a snap and everything goes black.
White flashes through your eyes as you try to open them, even when you manage to pry them open everything is incredibly blurry, making your outlook on the world scarier. You feel arms grab underneath you and you think you're being saved, but the person above you talks and you suddenly have straight from the fear to open your eyes long enough to view what's happening.
“We’ll be ok now, Y/N” Ten is smiling from above you, holding your body up as he limps away from the car which is still blaring. You try your best to stay awake as pain overtakes your body and all you want to do is shut down. The last straw is when he looks down at you, blood dripping from his head to yours. The last thing you see before everything goes blank a final time.
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Despite your consciousness, the heaviness in your eyes don't go. And the feeling of the bed under you is too comfortable for you to want to wake up properly anyway. But soon the throbbing in your ankle becomes too much to ignore and slowly you force your eyes open. The panic that comes over you is enough to bolt your straight awake. Where are you? Your memories of the previous events are fuzzy but slowly come back to you. But even then you can't pinpoint where you are. The building is definitely old, the roof has water damage, the carpet is rotting and the window is covered in what looks like black mould. It's a small room, a bed in one corner, a small table and chair not too far over with only a bench on the other side of the room. Everything is incredibly dated. The door is in the middle of the wall at the end of the bed, a window decorates the spots next to it. It seems to be the only lighting in the place, the lightbulb blown. The outside doesn’t tell you much, as all you can see is forest.
Your eyes finally meet your ankle, it's swollen and twisted in a way that's certainly not naturally. Your shoe and sock have been removed giving you a full view of the damage. Eventually, it becomes too much to look at and you turn away, trying your best not to pass out or vomit or both. But as you come to your senses and open your eyes again an even bigger shock awaits you. Tens dead eyes staring into yours, that unsettling smile still plastered onto his face. How long had he been sitting next to the bed watching?
“Morning,” He leans back in his chair, the creaking following it. “I say morning but it's closer to night really”
Your chest heaves up and down as you try to calm down a little, you want to get up and run away but even trying to adjust yourself brings pain to your leg. You scrunch your face and lie back down, withering in pain.
“Ten what the fuck happened?” You pant trying not to cry.
“We crashed, remember? Someone wouldn't sit still and distracted me” He sits up and stands over you, forcing you to look over him as you hold back tears.
“So where are we now?”
“You know that little cabin Kun was talking about? He said it was hard to get to but I managed to navigate my way here with you on my back and a concussion” He laughs and points to the dried blood on his forehead, you can't have been here for long if he still hasn't cleaned up.
“Why not wait for help?” You think you know the answer but you need to hear it to confirm your suspicions.
“They would take too long a doll, besides we get to spend some time together don't we?” He makes his way around the bed so that he's closer to your legs than your upper body, his hands lightly brush over your ankle and that is enough for you to let out a whimper. “Let me fix your leg”
“Ten I don't think that's a-'' Your words are interrupted by a scream as he lifts up the leg to examine as if you're not feeling everything. He walks away giving you a second to calm down but it doesn’t last long as he comes back with a red bag in his hand. He searches for a moment, pulling out a roll of bandages. You prepare yourself for more of the pain. He wraps the bandages tightly around your ankle, keeping it in place and ‘stopping swelling’ yet all you can focus on is not passing out. Sobs come out of your mouth at an unstoppable rate, snot flying in and out of your nose as you try to get enough oxygen in. This cannot be happening. He grabs your foot and tries to straighten out your leg and that's when it becomes unbearable. Your vision goes dizzy and the pain melts away. Eventually every fades to black, his grin the last thing you see before it all goes.
You can’t have been out for long because when you wake up it's still dark out and Ten is standing by the kitchen area, wiping away some of the blood from his face. “Ten?”
Your voice is hoarse as you try to gather your surroundings again when you look down at your foot, it's not nearly as munted as it once was but that doesn't stop it from being bruised as swollen. His attention goes away from the paper towels covered in blood as he makes his way over to you.
“Let’s get some rest” He reaches down and his arm goes under your knee and under your back, lifting you up only a little to move you over. It moves your ankle and you shriek out in pain, the tears you were fighting back no longer able to be contained. You want to fight his arms off of your body but you're too weak to be able to do anything about it. He shifts you over so that he has room to fit in the bed next to you, although he didn't leave a lot of room. His body pressed against yours. 
“Ten please get off” The tears are now full sobs as you try to fight the throbbing in your leg and the tornado of emotions that you're unable to process in your mind. 
“Shhh, just sleep Y/N, you’ll feel better in the morning” He snuggles in closer to you, his breath against your neck as you slowly lose your fight, allowing him to sleep next to you. But your sobs only get harder. “Don't worry I did call for help, they know where we are”
That makes you feel slightly better but you can't help but still feel distressed. Eventually, the exhaustion takes over your body and you drift off into sleep.
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“Have we heard anything yet?” The members of Wayv and Demiurge sit patiently in the SM meeting room, sleep weighing down on all of them as they wait for one of their managers to update them on your situation. When you hadn't arrived home after an hour of the rest of them being home they knew something was up.
“They found his crashed car but nothing else so far” The manager sighs and rubs his hand through his hair, more representative and lawyers behind him as they begin to deal with this situation more seriously. “They're sending out a search party as soon as they can, they said that we’re welcome to join but you guys should really get some rest first”
They all break away to their respective doors for some much-needed sleep, with Hendery and Helen trailing behind them. “Do you think they’ll be ok?” Her grip is tight on his hand, needing it for support.
“Ten's a smart guy, I’m sure they've got it sorted”
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The sun shines through the window at the side of your bed, the light bringing you out of your slumber. Despite having slept for hours, you still felt exhausted, wanting to shut your eyes again. But your name gets called from across the room. “You're awake”
His voice was too excited for the scenario you are in but you try to brush it off. You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of your surroundings and where Ten is. He sat by the table with a little gas cooker going. “There's food here?”
“Yeah, mainly canned stuff but it's still food” He looks away from you and continues to stir the pot of whatever he is heating up. “There's actually a lot of things here, I found some pain medication in the first aid kit, it might help with your leg”
“Please” You've never begged for something before, but if he was going to play dirty you would give in right away. Your ankle felt like it was splitting into two from the inside out, cracking almost. With the skin burning as it twisted unnaturally. He must have heard the desperation in your voice, tipping what you now saw was beans into a bowl and bringing it over to you. 
“There's no cutlery so just” He shrugs, placing the bowl down on the seat next to you before placing his hands under your armpits and hoisting you up in the bed. You cry out, your ankle moving across the blankets. “Shhh” He looks at you disappointed as if your ankle wasn't snapped in half. He gives you the bowl and as soon as you stop the tears you dig in, tipping the bowl up to get the food to the edge. He comes back over without you noticing, holding a few pills in his hand and a plastic water bottle in the other.
“We only have a few bottles of water so we need to be careful” He gestures for you to open your mouth and you do. He places the pills on your tongue and proceeds to tip some of the water in after. Not enough to quench your thirst but enough to swallow the pills.
“Thank you” You wipe your mouth as a way to cover up your embarrassment, you can't help but feel ashamed at your dependence on him nor can you shake away the feeling that he enjoys having you so dependent. He takes everything away from the bed and you shut your eyes again, waiting for the pills to work as you hear him put stuff away, you see him reach and put it in the high self that even he struggles to reach. “Shouldn't help be here by now?”
Your words make him shudder as he freezes. “I told you they're on their way, how am I supposed to know when they arrive?”
“Oh sorry, I was just asking” 
“Yeah well drop it, stop worrying about that and just enjoy this time” He turns back around with a smile on his face despite his cruel words. He joins you on the bed, this time just sitting next to the space by your legs, his hand resting on your knee. You tense at his touch but it's not like you can move away. “Is your ankle feeling better?”
Although it had only been a few minutes, you have to admit, the pain in your leg has subsided into something more numb. You're sure it's just a placebo, but you're still grateful for the relief it brings. You nod, too scared of what's to come to use your voice. “Well since you don't have to worry about the comeback anymore, do you want to work on our dance?”
“What?” You choke out your words, confused at what he meant. Neither of you are in the right headspace to be working on something like this, both not really in physical condition to do it either.
“You heard me, come on” He reaches out his hand for you to take and you look at him in disbelief. The anger that you know is hidden inside him begins to show as he loses patience with you. “Come on,” He says with a grunt as he takes matters into his own hands and grabs your shoulders. heaving you out of bed despite your attempt at resistance.
You scream out at the sudden movement, the shattering pain of your bones crunching coming back, you become painfully aware of how the bones move as you try desperately to avoid any weight being placed on it. You balance on one leg, your hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life with your eyes begging him for mercy. “Ten”
You're not even sure what you're asking for, him putting you back isn't going to ease the pain, it's not going to cure you but at the same time, you want it all to end. Yet your pain doesn't phase him, it's as if he doesn't even notice the tears streaming down your face, one thing is on his mind, dancing. “Please Y/N, just give me this, you already have it all,'' His face scrunches as he struggles to hold the entirety of your weight, the longer they stand the weaker your leg becomes. “Do this for me”
“I can’t!” You cry out your final words before he steps away from you, moving away until your arms can no longer reach him. You don't have the strength in you to even try to stand any longer, falling straight to the dusty floor with a thud. You catch your breath, rubbing the spot on your head where it collided with the wood. As you pull yourself you hear rustling, Ten at the door, pulling on his jacket, a rip on the shoulder. “Ten wait”
His head whips around to face you and you feel your heart stop for a second, the pure anger on his face doesn't seem to match the event that just happened. “My name isn't Ten!”
“Chittaphon I-” Your cut off when he slams his foot into the floor, baby raging at its finest. He gives you one last look and makes his way out of the door. Now what? You sit there for longer than you know, trying to calm your breathing and focus on the pain becoming more prominent as it travels up your leg. You can't stay on the damp floor for much longer, a tingling feeling taking over from the burning pain. Although you'd like to say it feels better, you know it can't be a good sign. Light leaves the sky and it's the last sign you need to attempt to move.
You brace yourself for the pain that is undoubtedly going to come. But the mental preparation doesn't do much for you as you move from a sitting position to crawling, hands and knees now taking the damage. Your breathing gets heavier but you still have to move. You figure it's like a bandaid if you do it all at once the pain will be easier to deal with, rather than dragging it out. With the final decision made in your mind, you move as quickly as possible. Applying pressure to the not damaged leg, hoisting yourself up just enough for your upper body to be higher than the bed, pushing forward and landing on the edge with a scream. While you've got the momentum, you pull yourself up, finally resting on the bed once again as the effects of your actions settle in. Tears stroll down yourself and your ankle feels worse than it ever has. But what are you to do about it? Trapped in the woods, a busted ankle with a psychopath as your carer. All you can do is wait it out, this won't last forever, will it?
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“The Seoul police department and department of communities continue to search for two missing persons with the help of a community-based search party in the mountains south of central Seoul. The two people in question are 24-year old Chittaphon Leechaiyapornku and 22-year old Y/N L/N or better known as Ten and Y/N from their respective bands, WayV and Demiurge. Both idols come from SM Entertainment who reported them missing only a night ago. They were last seen coming back from a cabin in that direction when their car crashed. The car was found empty and it is expected they went to look for help but got lost in the surrounding area. Details will be kept private from the public until more is known about the situation for the safety of the two. If any information is known please contact local police authorities.”
Two days since the two of you had gone missing, two days with empty dorms and weird looks from his seniors. Two days of unbearable quietness in his room and Hendery couldn't stand it any longer. He flicked off the TV and stood up with such aggressiveness that it startled the poor boys next to him.
“Where are you going?” Yangyang stood and followed behind him, Lucas and Kun tagging along as well.
“I can't sit here and do nothing”
“Think about this” Lucas reached out and held his arm, stopping him from heading any closer to the dorm doorway, but he knew looking into his eyes that he had thought about this. In fact, it's all he could think about for the last two days. His hand slipped away and let him go, but he wasn't alone, the rest of them followed suit.
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The next day your head is just as fuzzy as before, the room spinning when you just woke up and your body flushed with sweat. The last thing you remember is Ten walking out on you, but here he is, sitting at the table with food and water prepared for two. He doesn't notice you're awake, or maybe he does, it's hard to tell how unresponsive he is. Your push up with your arms so that you're sitting with more of a view, your body must be getting used to the pain because although it hurts, all the same, you're able to control it. “Ten?” Your voice is hoarse and quiet but compared to the deafening silence of the forest outside it's enough to bring him out of his trance.
“Oh good, you're awake” His robotic face drops into a smile and continues eating out of the can of soup in front of him, looking disgusted by its contents. 
“I'm glad you got back alright” You try to make conversation with him, hoping kindness will bring you food, water and more importantly pain medication. 
“What do you mean?”
“When you left last night, you seemed upset, it's good to see you back in one piece”
“I'm still confused, I didn't leave last night. Are you feeling alright?” He brings his attention back to you, genuine concern on his face, more real than anything you've seen from him so far.
“I- uh” You try to wrap your brain around what he's claiming, you're so sure that's what happened yesterday, you know that that's what happened yesterday. So why is he saying otherwise?
“Come on, let's get some food into you” He lifts up the spoon and smiles at you, yet makes no move to stand and actually bring it to you.
“Ten how am I supposed to...” You gesture with your head and hands the distance between the bed and the table.
“Well, I saw you were able to walk on it yesterday yet you continue to lie to me about it. I suggest if you want food you get over yourself and get over here” Your head spins even harder, did you experience the same yesterday? In what version of the previous events were you able to stand and walk on your leg properly, what version of his reality was this happening? Despite the disbelief on your face, he makes no move to change his mind, instead staying put and continuing to eat the soup, shrugging at your struggle.
You stay put for a little longer before your hunger becomes stronger than the pain in your leg and you can no longer take it. You do the same as yesterday, take a deep breath and prepare for the short amount of unbearable pain you need to endure. It's a leap of faith when you place your good foot onto the floor and apply pressure, a leap of faith you have to live in as you push off the bed with your arms. You feel yourself quickly lose balance standing only on one foot, then dash over to the table is madness. Jumping on one foot several times until you can pull yourself onto the chair, huffing with relief. You first down the pill and as the pain slips your mind you could finally eat, with your body constantly dealing with pain, it's draining. You stuff what is left of the food into your mouth, chewing faster than necessary to try to get it down.
“So it really wasn't that bad was it?”
“What?” You look up, trying to swallow the food.
“Your leg. If you made it over here then you can dance with me can't you?” His eyes look hopeful this time, less upset than he usually looks.
“Ten that was a really shitty walk, did you even see me bounce across just then?” You laugh lightly, hoping for him to catch on but he continues to stare at you. “I don’t think I’m up to it”
“Stop lying” He slams his fist into the table, his voice getting louder. You freeze in place, terrified of what’s to come next. He’s delusional but you’re not sure if it’s just him or from his brain injury that he’s seemed to forget about. “Get up right now”
He pushes his chair back and stands up, reaching out a hand to you. “Ten I ca-”
“I said get up” You swallow your fear and do as you are told, shaking as you push up and one foot, immediately putting your weight onto him to support. The painkiller you had just taken makes it bearable but it’s still not comfortable and you definitely can’t dance in this condition. Not that Ten seems to care about that. Moving his body so that it’s swaying with yours. He begins picking up the place, trying to actually dance rather than just swing in one place. But you can't keep up, your good leg burning as it becomes too tired to support your body. You need relief now, without thinking you place your bad leg down. But it’s too weak, unable to provide any balance. Instead, you just hit the floor, head smashing into the wood.
You hold onto yourself, hands grasping at your head to stop the pain and legs curled up. “Are you serious Y/N?!” You look up at him through teary eyes, shaking as fear overtakes the pain. “There’s barely enough food and water for one person and I still feed you, yet you can’t even dance with me?��
“Let me try again please” You know you’re in no condition to be out of bed but you can’t disappoint again, you’ve seen him angry and you can’t let that happen again.
“Stop wasting my time” He reaches up and smacks his own head repeatedly, it's an obscure scene and you can't bear to watch any longer.
“Ten stop please!” You scream out between sobs, yet you're powerless, lying on the floor crying as this man stands over you. Beating himself up because of you. He finally stops when he feels blood from his own wound trickle down his eye.
He finally steadies his breathing and realizes what has happened. Without a second thought, he moves towards the door, immediately running out and not looking back. He leaves you on the floor helpless, but not completely as you try to adjust to what has just happened you realize he’s left his jacket. His phone is still here.
You wait a moment more to make sure he’s definitely not coming back but to also soothe your leg. You dread the feeling of getting up and walking but you need help and help is only metres away. Maybe it is because your body has already been through so much shock today. But when you pull yourself up onto the chair it's not nearly as bad as you thought it would be. Your heart beats faster as you stand up and make your way to his jacket, this is your only chance to get help, to go home. You pray his phone is in here, legs shaking and heart pumping as you reach into the jacket pocket.
Your hand meets a cold rectangle, it’s here. You let out an ugly laugh, eyes scrunching with the phone clasped to your chest. But it’s not over, although relief is beginning to sink in it quickly disappears when you open his phone to see there’s no reception.
“No no no” Your heavy breathing comes back and you sink yourself to the floor, letting your good foot rest as you try not to cry. You just want to check one more thing, one last thing that can give you hope. You check his call history, if he really did call for help there should be a call from Sunday. But his last call was to you on Friday.
Fear sinks in as you truly begin to panic. No one knows you’re here, no ones coming to save you from this madman. You’ve almost accepted your fate of being stuck here. This is where you’ll die. 
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“Ok let's not waste any more time here” A tall man stands by the edge of the lake, looking displeased to be up so early. Less than a hundred people stand in front of him, most of them search and rescue volunteers with a few familiar faces. 
“We have taken a scan of the surrounding area from overhead and we have mapped out the area we are searching today” He holds up a print out of the photo taken, a rough outline of the area sketched onto the print.
“Do not go past this area, you all need to be accounted for before you head out and sign in to say you're leaving. Be gone a max of three hours before coming back and signing back in. This land is dangerous terrain and we need to make sure we don't lose any more people'' Once everyone has been handed the prints of the map they are left to their own devices. The regular volunteers of the search and rescue team already begin to start the search while the inexperienced stay to chat.
“Officer Aizawa” Kun calls out to the man running the whole search organization, Kun was familiar with him providing information about the land when you and Ten first went missing. He turns away from his coffee to find Kun half jogging over to him. 
“Good morning Mr Qian”
“Thank you for allowing us to, you know, join the search. I know it's not usually ok for this to happen but it would really help bring peace to the boys mind” Aizawa looks over his shoulder to the area where the five boys were standing, all of them fidgeting nervously with something in their hands. Aizawa wished he could do what he normally did in these cases and bring them comfort, but the rate of survival was decreasing with every second that passed. 
“It's alright, we could use all the help we can get.” His eyes stay on the group behind, watching as they do anything to pass the time. “Keep them in line, don't let them get too close to the case alright?”
“I don't know what that means?”
“You’ll know what I mean when the time comes”
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As the day goes on, the search continues and everyone becomes more familiar with the land, becoming comfortable with going off on their own. Even the remaining members of WayV decide to break off, covering the most land as fast as possible was the best plan they could come up with right now. 
As the hill gets steeper and muddier, Yangyang regrets leaving Hendery and going by himself. But he's gone too far to turn back now. Besides, having some time to think isn't always the best thing. He can't help but think about how weird this situation is. In the past few weeks, Ten had been acting strange, almost possessive of you. And for the two of you to suddenly disappear? He knew he was overthinking things but it didn't help that he was now standing in the middle of the woods alone, the only sound was his breathing. His fear began to eat him alive, his head spinning from the lack of oxygen. His breathier got heavier and heavier, hyperventilation soon taking over.
“Hello? Is anyone out there?” He wasn't sure if he even wanted to know, what if someone was out there? Then what? Paranoia ate him up, thoughts of serial killers and run away criminals beginning to fill his imagination. What if he really wasn't alone? The forest consumed his senses. The sun was beginning to set, animals scurrying back to their homes, crows yelling into the wind and the crunching of dry leaves on his feet. 
He needed to calm down and quick but the only thing he could do in this situation was run, he wanted to run back from where he came from but all sense of direction became blurred. He ran until his feet burned and lungs felt dry. Although he stopped running he still felt a sense of danger lurking just around the corner. But something caught his attention, the sound of running water. He began to feel hopeful as he made his way towards the sound. 
Even more, hope came over him as he saw a familiar figure sat by the edge of the water. “Ten!”
He excitedly called out. But his blood ran cold when he saw the dead look in Tens eyes as he turned around and stood up. Ten wasn't happy to see him, he didn't seem pleased that he was being rescued, instead, he seemed angry. “Ten?”
Yangyangs hard breathing came back but this time the fear was real, he starting slowly walking backwards as Ten headed towards him. “Ten, it’s ok, we can go home now”
“No!” The mention of home made him angrier and his walk turned into a sprint, this is the first time Yangyang fully registers whats happening, he didn’t want to believe before but the scent of murder is thick in the air. Yangyang only has a second to try and start running before Ten is on him, his body hitting him causing Yangyang to fall to the ground, his head barely missing a rock.
It's a struggle that doesn't last for long, Tens hands grabbing onto the younger boys head. Thumbs pressing into his eyes and gripping hard enough for Yangyang to cry out mercy. Yangyangs own hands are clawing at Tens arms, this can't be happening, not like this. Ten is his friend, his bandmate, his brother. And he's ending things like this? Yangyang doesn't want to die, not here, not now. But Ten doesn't have time to think about what he's doing, only one thing goes through his mind. You.
He finally ends it all, pulling Yangyangs head up and bringing it back down onto the rock with all the force he has left. A satisfying crack echoes throw the now silent forest as Yangyangs cries for help disperse into nothing. 
Ten steps away from the body, blood soaking his hands and clothes as he tries to catch his breath. He almost feels guilty, he knows Yangyang was a good kid but things were finally going his way and he couldn’t let him interrupt. With Yangyang in the forest the rest of WayV must be here as well, a search party perhaps. He knows his fantasy isn’t going to last forever so he needs to use his time wisely. Leaving Yangyangs body to be found would only cause more issues. With the last of his energy he has left, he hooks his arm underneath Yangyangs armpits and drags his body back with him. His dead weight finally sinking in as a reality of what Ten had just done. 
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By the time you see Ten approaching the hut from out the window you’ve manifested all of your anger and you’re finally ready to confront him about not making the call. You were ok being stuck with him, you could put up with his fantasies as long as you knew help was coming. But to find out you’re stuck here with no hope of rescue changed your whole perspective on the situation. You were almost ready to just give up and die. But dying under his protection hurt your ego too much.
Except as he got closer you noticed his hunched over back, the way he struggled to get a breath in and most of all the red stains of blood standing out so clearly on his pale skin. Instead of coming to the door, he leads around the side of the cabin, finally standing upright and heading back into the hut. It’s more blood than what you first noticed. It's dripping off of his arms, a scene that seems so familiar. 
“Ten what happened?” You begin to feel the same fear you first felt when you got here, the fear of the unknown. You didn’t know his intentions and you no longer knew what he was doing. He looks at you, his pupil dilated and he gives you an unsure look. He doesn’t know either. He goes back to doing whatever it is he is doing, tearing the place up looking for something. He gets more frustrated with every drawer and cupboard opened. Eventually settling with whatever is available. A hunting knife and a black plastic bag. He gives you one last look, but this seems more like an apology, you can see the sorrow in his eyes as he heads out and back around the side of the hut. 
Curiosity and fear battle inside your head as you decide on do you want to say ignorant to whatever he's just done or should you know what you’ve got yourself into? Eventually, you decide to go over and investigate, taking the pain that will come with it. As you hobble over the window you slowly regret wanting to see more. Blood splatters onto the window as you see Ten huff and pull at something below. A million scenarios come to your head, your imagination running wild and what he could be doing. But never would you expect to see him dismembering Yangyang. Your heart sinks to the bottom on your stomach. You feel your blood run cold at the thought of him killing such a kind soul, killing someone who was trying to help you. You become dizzy and lose your balance, falling to the floor. You’re really in danger now. 
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“You let Yangyang go by himself?!” Hendery and Kun stand outside the now ghost house of Kuns parents getting scolded by Officer Aizawa. Hendery hadn’t thought much about Yangyang wanting to go by himself until he didn’t come back, Kun being there just because of the guilt of bringing them here in the first place.
“I’m sorry sir” Hendery tries to stutter out an apology but only tears come out, he crumbles in on himself as he sobs words of sorrow. Aizawa eyes him up and then turns his attention to Kun.
“He probably went off track and got himself hurt, we’ll start again tomorrow with him on our radar.” Aizawa rubs his eyes, he can't lose another one, so he makes a call all of them are dreading to hear. “The five of you are no longer involved in this search.”
“What? Detective Aiza-”
“Kun, I've made my decision, it's safer if you are all here, accounted for'' Kun feels defeated, he can’t stand himself that he keeps losing people, although he knows it's not really his fault. As the night grows older he knows that they have to head off and leave it up to the professionals to find the three of you. You can only hope they have enough time. 
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“Ten?” You speak up from the edge of the bed, watching him sulk at the table. He doesn’t turn to you, keeping his attention on the wall. 
“I don't want to talk about it” Instead of being angry like you would have expected, he just sounds defeated. Maybe he knows what he did was wrong, or maybe he's just worried about the outcome.
“Ok” Your voice feels tiny compared to the silence filling the room. But what else is there to do? You try your best not to think about what you saw yesterday, but the image of a bloody and bruised Yangyang remains in your mind. You hope that isn’t how you remember him, you want to remember the happy kid. Not a bloated corpse. Yet there isn’t much else to think about, it seems Ten is thinking the same thing.
“Do you want to do something?” His voice breaks the silence, startling you.
“What?” He sighs and walks over to you, feeling a lot more like a real person than he has for the past days.
“Dance with me”
“Ten” You lip begins to quiver at the thought of trying again, sure your leg is a lot more stable now but that doesn’t lessen the pain. He doesn’t budge, a hand outreached for you to grab. Despite wanting to refuse, you don’t have the energy to fight back anymore.
“Come on we don’t have that much time left before we get caught”
“What?!” You lean back onto the bed, dread fills your body. “So you didn’t call for help did you?”
“Don’t say that, you don’t know that”
“Stop lying to me Ten! I saw your call history, you’re full of shit. You’re just keeping me here to play out your sick fantasy. Get some fucking help would you?” Your mouth snaps shut but it’s too late, the words already left you and he heard. Loud and clear. His eyes gloss over and a smile scrunches onto his face.
He pulls you up by your arm and you try your best to stay upright without putting any weight onto your bad leg. Usually, when he pulled these stunts he would give you some sort of pill to help with the pain, but this time there was nothing to help. “Ten wait”
“Shut the fuck up and dance would you” The pace at which he spins you round is to fast for you to keep up with. Focusing on staying upright with only one leg is too much for you to handle. Eventually, your bad foot touches the ground and you yelp in pain. But your cries are ignored as he continues in his blind rage. It feels as if everything is breaking again, skin bruising again as it twists unnaturally.
Then suddenly it's gone, everything. The pain, his touch and even his face. It all fades away as you float into nothingness.
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The WayV dorms used to be filled with laughter, cats meowing and dogs howling. But it now sat silent. It wasn’t fun anymore, nothing was. Everyone mainly just sat in the lounge, where it felt less empty. They couldn’t stop thinking of the worst possible outcomes of this scenario and no one could blame them. It was a tough thing for anyone to go through, let alone those shoved in the spotlight. 
There they all sat, in silence, spread across the various couches and chairs. Bella and Louis playing in front of them. What used to be an entertaining thing to watch, was now just another mindless way to pass the time. All of them were brought out of their trance by the sound of Kuns phone. He pulled it out and his heart dropped at the caller ID.
“It’s Aizawa” This either meant they were about to hear the best or worst news. Without wasting another second he picked up the phone.
“Good afternoon Mr Qian”
“Officer Aizawa”
“Now just alongside a small stream, we found a trail of blood. It hasn't been tested but we're assuming it's either Y/Ns or Tens. We’re going to follow up on it shortly but I just thought you’d like to hear it”
“Oh” Kun doesn't know what to say, sure this is closer to finding the three of you, but what if he doesn't like how they find you?
“Now when you first gave up information about the land you mention a hut that they would be unable to get to-”
“I doubt they would be there”
“Yes, I know you already said that but with evidence heading up into the direction it's worth a search. If I was lost out here I’d definitely be looking for shelter” Kun doesn’t want them to waste time looking but then again he needs to put trust into the professionals. 
“Thank you”
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“Y/N” A rushed voice came from beside your bed, it took a couple more calls of your name to realize what was happening. 
“Ten?” You groan and sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, it's still early morning, the sun barely risen. When you wake up a little more you finally noticed that panicked state he's in. “Are things ok?”
“No, they're coming, we have to go right now” He takes your arm and helps you out of bed, unlike the times before where he was rough and aggressive. This time he moved at your pace, allowing you to move at your own speed. 
“Who's coming?” It's still a struggle for you to be able to walk properly, but with a bit of limp, you're generally ok on your own.
“I don't know, the police?” You can feel his arm shaking as it supports you to walk, his voice breaking and matching his tone. But the police, they found you but do they know the danger going on. You can't run away from it now. But how do you stall him? “We have to go, please Y/N”
He must feel your resistance and has started to beg you to go with him. It's a mixture of fear and guilt that makes you go along with him. But it just doesn't feel right. The man you've been trying to escape from for the past week is finally getting caught and you're going with him? 
He still holds your hand as he tries to run further in the forest, but the rough terrain and busted leg makes it impossible for you to keep up with him. Your hand leaves his as you try to stumble along at your own pace. But he doesn't have the patience for that. He almost trips trying to run back to you, the rotten leaves sliding under his feet on the steep hill.
“Come on, we don't have time for this” He bends down and exposes his back for you. Hesitantly you climb on, you don't trust his strength but it is his plan, not yours.
The two of you don't make it very far, running for a max of ten minutes before Ten can’t move anymore. He places you gently against a tree so you can rest, your ankle still irritated by the movement. “We should be safe here for now” He pants heavily, standing over you trying to catch his breath.
“Not like I can make it any further anyway” He groans as he sits down next to you, trying to get comfortable on the ground. He uses your thighs as a pillow and soon drifts back to sleep. You're not sure how he does it, you're too struck with fear to feel anything else apart from your heart pumping and the weight of his head on your legs.
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“Sir we’re approaching the hut” The static of the young officers mic echoes in Aizawas headset, waiting for further information. The officer is joined by four others, all of them making their way up to the cabin where you were only thirty minutes ago. 
Although they don’t find you, they find everything else. Empty water bottles and cans of food, a bed with strands of hair and blood staining the floor. “No sign of Lee or L/N” 
“Guys” Another voice calls from outside the cabin, the few that were inside make their way out to investigate. All their hearts sink as they see what’s been pulled from under the hut. A pile of bloody jewellery, jewellery which once belonged to Yangyang.
“Um sir” His voice is shaky as he calls down his radio, he wasn’t prepared for this today, all he was ready to do was a recuse. But not this. “I think we need to move the case to a manhunt”
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As the day goes on, Ten is still fast asleep on your leg, it gets to the point where you can barely feel it anymore. The whole time you've been contemplating whether or not to get up and make a run for it. There's the possibility that he’ll wake up as soon as you move, or even that you won't be able to make it far enough with your leg. But at the end of the day, if you don't even attempt to get away from him, you’ll die. So it's now or never.
You wedge your hands under his head, trying your best to keep it level so he doesn't notice your legs moving out from under him. With your legs free, you gently place his head on the ground. You slowly stand up, so as to not disturb the crunchy leaves, but as soon as you get a few metres away your slow hobble turns into a mad dash. You're sure he could wake at any moment and you need to get as far away as you can. You're running downhill which is both harder and easier due to your leg. It's easier to go faster but it's a challenge to stay balanced with only one foot.
Fear builds up with every step you take, so does the burning sensation in your bones. Every time you move forward the fire gets hotter and hotter inside your leg and it becomes impossible to go on any further. You slow to a stop, well slip to a stop as you slide on the wet leaves, landing on your ass with a thud. You pant heavily, for once you don't feel like you're in any immediate danger, your body senses it and for the first time in days you relax. Hunger, thirst and pain hits your body all out once. Your mouth is drying up and your muscles shake. Your head becomes light and your eyes begin to roll back, you fight it as hard as you can, begging for consciousness as all air leaves your lungs. 
“Y/N” The sound of his voice echoes through the forest. It brings you back to the present, your head flipping in a hundred different directions trying to figure out where it came from. You hear it again, he sounds panicked, he knows this is it. You pull yourself off of the ground and beg for more time, for more strength as you start running again. More maniac than before, you can't die here.
You can't tell if you are making things up or not, every leaf crunch and wood snap sends a wave of shock through your body. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, yet every time you turned there was no one there. Hope surges through your body as you see a flash of yellow in front of you. The cabin, it's here, the police they're here.
It gives you the energy you need to continue on your run. You practically burst through the door, falling onto your knees in front of a startled officer. He draws his gun, you can see his hand shaking.
“Please” You sob, tears bursting out of your eyes as your body collapses. All your strength is gone. You cry out feeling your leg finally settle into pain. “He's coming please help me”
“Who's coming?” He puts his gun away crouching down to be at your eye level. 
“Ten!” His face goes into shock, eyes wide. Did they not know Ten was a threat yet? “Please call for help, anything!”
“Um” He clears his throat and grabs into his radio, he clearly is unsure to say and you can't help him, brain fogged by fear. “I need backup at the cabin right now”
A muffled voice replies back, you barely understand what it said but the officer seemed to. “Y/Ns here but Ten..” He looks down on you, thinking about his next words. “he’s still on the run and poses as a threat, I need back up immediately”
“Thank you” Your emotions begin flooding out as you continue to cry, it's finally over. You're safe, you can go home. When you don't hear a reply from the officer you look up and see him looking past you, fear wide in his eyes. He slowly reaches for his gun, attempting to shuffle away from you. Your heart sinks to your chest as you realize what's going on. But before you can do anything about it you feel a hand grip onto your ankle, giving you a tug and pulling you back out the door. You fall back onto the soggy forest floor with a scream, Tens body leaping over yours into the hut. He lands in front of the officer, quickly moving to be on top of him. It's a struggle of strength and although Tens body is physically worn out, he has nothing to lose. 
“Ten stop!” You cry once again, stumbling back into the cabin, your hand grabs his shirt and attempts to pull him off or even distract him from the poor guy below, who's catching most of the punches. Tens elbows fly back and land on your ribs. Winding you and sending you flying backwards. Your lungs burn more desperately than ever as you dry heave. 
The sight in front of you plays out like a horror movie, the bloodied up officer reaches down and draws his gun but he’s too weak to do anything when Ten snatches it out of his hand and aims it at his head. He cocks the gun and fires. You gasp out and turn your head, feeling the warmth of blood splatter along your check. But soon tears wash them away. The ringing in your ear stops you from hearing Ten approach you, only noticing when he strokes your face. You flinch away from his touch. He's already taken two lives and he's at the end of the line, what's stopping him from ending it another?
“You're shaking” It's weird hearing concern in his voice after all that you've been through with him, because as convincing as it sounds. He doesn't care. “It's ok now, we're safe again, let's go back yeah?”
He steps away from you and you finally have the strength to look up at him, your body is curled in on itself. “Come on we still have a dance to do” He hand reaches out, the other still holding the pistol. Without a second thought, you swallow your fear and take it.
“Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul drop the weapon and put your hands in the air!” A stern voice comes from the entrance of the cabin, joined by harsh footsteps. It makes the both of you tense up, looking past him you're able to see a tall pale man, long black hair pulled into a hair tie behind his head. Your savour.
“Put the weapon down!” His voice turns into a yell and it makes Ten flinch. It's almost as if it knocks him back to reality, his eyes meet yours pleading for help. Your mouth falls open, trying to blabber out words that could possibly help him. But before you can do anything it falls into motion. The gun gets snatched out of his hand as several hands grab his shoulder, throwing him to the ground to restrain him. He keeps eye contact with you as if you're the only person in the room, and just like the first time you meet, he singles you out. He doesn't put up much of a fight but it's still a sad sight to see. Defeat. You want to help him, to give him hope that everything will be ok. Tears flow out of his eyes and he begs for you to save him.
“Y/N please!” It breaks your heart seeing him like this, although the relief of being saved is starting to sink in, he looks like a little kid, begging his mum for help and who are you to walk away?
As they pick him up and move him outside the focus turns to you, not that you can concentrate on anything other than him.
“Please Y/N, don't do this to me! Tell them what we did, we danced together yeah? We loved each other right!” Your heart sinks more and more at every word, he's rambling on garbage but you're twisted into believing any word.
“Miss L/N” You look at the officer in front of you, a small scar placed under his right eye. Maybe he's gone through this as well. You pray you're not alone. “Let's get you out of here”
As you are carried out on a stretcher, Tens yelling disappears into the void. All you can hear is the sounds of the forest and for once all fear is gone. You can appreciate the beauty of all around you. The light shining through the trees, small birds chirping, the sounds of leaves crunching is satisfying rather than fear-inducing. You take in the fresh breeze, filling your lungs with the air you've been chasing all week. It's the first time you've felt satisfied. First time you’ve felt safe. 
Because after all this, you’re coming home, you are safe. 
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zheefett · 5 years
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Made an OC/ self insert for Overlord because that's my new obsession. Her name is Minamochi Li-Tsuna. Prefers people call her Mochi. Shes a player OC who came from Yggdrasil like Ains but she came in about 5 years prior to Ainz. Kinda went batshit crazy but she sorta already was? My idea for her history with Ainz is that she used to be in the same guild but then she left due to getting a confirmation her visual novel (manga) got published. She then had to get serious but she didnt want to stop playing the game since it helped inspire ideas for her stories so she made a new guild. No killing other guilds. Roleplay only. She roleplayed with other guilds and the whole rule was that they couldnt take over other guilds. Some of them agreed to it. Most didn't. She was roleplaying as a yandere character. Her idea was her character was old and suddenly realized she had the urges to kill for so long because of blood. And then later realized she was actually very yandere because she falls in love with another old man and kills for him. But at first she doesnt know what the urges are for. My friends and I came up with the idea that once they entered the new world, they turned closer to their actual age they were in their human world. So as a half demon, half dark elf, she was at least 250 and at most around 300 because I like to think demons age until their content and then stay that way but dark elves age in 10 year intervals. So I mixed them up. But she still kept the yandere, killing urges, in denial things her roleplayed character had but she had some exceptions. First, she is very keen on No r*pe, full consent only, no p*do, none of that icky bad stuff. Thay went above her roleplaying. Second, her love for Dango. Most of her friends called her Dango because if mentioned, she will stop all roleplay to ask for some like shes an addict of it, even if they're miles away from her. Typically they'd respond by shoving the dango into the mic like that fucking undertale quote "you hear a wet thwaping of spaghetti on the other ends reciever" or whatever it said. Back to her half demon, half dark elf. She can hide her wings to be more dark elf or become more half demon. Shes kind of a goat bird ram demon? Wings of bird, horns of ram, bottom half like a satyr (goat but with only two legs).
She ends up finding out shes yandere for Demiurge in this world. But her yandere would never go over her exceptions. Never ever. The only times shes okay with no consent is when shes killing a bitch who touched her Demiurge. And I really do want to say that Demiurge kinda just melts and becomes soft in front of her (and ainz but that's obvious) but he doesnt know why with her. He cant help it sometimes and he knows it's wrong cause shes a player. Not only that but she used to be in the guild! So of course when he finds out about her being yandere for him, he absolutely falls more in love. What happens is Albedo disagrees with him in a meeting she was there with and Ains agrees with her and it makes Demiurge kinda upset. So she tries to kill Albedo (because kinda cant kill Ainz they're on the same level yeah but hes kinda letting her live there and let her back into Nazirik). Anyways, tries is the emphasize. Demiurge catches her and tells her how much he loves the fact shes yandere for him but please keep anyone in the castle along with the people on Ainz "no killing list" out of it. She agrees and then they fall in love at some point. That's what I really want.
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luckii-kitsune · 1 year
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Imagine Demiurge x MC #14
(a little similar to Imagine #4, but whatever lol)
Demiurge ends up in reality, probably after investigating a possible World Item, and meets MC.
MC quickly learns this isn’t a really good cosplayer, because Demiurge had no need to hide any of his demonic traits from these lowely humans. (he most likely may of ended a annoying human….) He decided to approach MC because they happened to have some Overlord keychains or enamel pins upon their person during the time.
Despite having a crush on Demiurge, MC plays it safe on letting him know just how strong of a fan they are. While being coerced by Demi (thou honestly the prospect already excited MC) to assist him returning to his realm, since he sees them as someone who recognizes the greatness of Nazarick and Ainz Ooal Gown. That they would have the honor of helping the greatness of it by doing so.
MC is quickly caught upon their feelings by Demiurge - probably because they forgot to shutdown some fics… who weirdly becomes territorial about them with this knowledge. Though he doesn’t truly replicate such similar emotions. At the beginning that is. He just finds it fascinating that a human fell in love with him after reading about the things he has done. (And not being Evil, but maybe Neutral or Good??) Even more so that they are more attracted to demons/monsters over humans…
Over their quest of finding a way for Demiurge to return, MC’s emotions for him grow even stronger. Though they are very conflicted seeing his cruelty in reality instead of fictionalized and knowing he will most certainly abandon them for his realm. But a part of them has recognized that he seems to be almost borderline yandere towards them after finding out about their crush… making their heart beat even more at this twisted love.
Demiurge at the same time feels a smidge off kilter knowing that he is developing attraction to a human. But the very thought of leaving them in this realm fills him with fiery rage and … despair. He wants MC to be his for eternity, to hold and pleasure, to even kiss sweetly when he so desires (or when MC even desires such things). All of these feels fuel him to make sure that MC will be going with him back to Nazarick. Nothing can stop him.
Surely Ainz-sama would be willing to let him keep MC, since even Sebas was able to keep his little… pet. Demiurge was already brainstorming the potential gains he can give his Supreme Being with having MC to himself.
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