#yandere alexander the great

[aphroditelovesu]

Since requests are closing in a few days, I just wanted to put another one in. No rush go get it done of course!

I want to request a oneshot/reaction where Alexander gives reader a really, REALLY expensive necklace. Maybe it's a wedding present, a just because present , or something following the birth of the twins. You can decide what you want to do with that 😁!

Also, I keep picturing a necklace made of opal??? Not only is it a stunning gem stone, but it was also thought to be the tears of Zeus in ancient Greece, which would be an interesting tie to Alexander. Again, it's just a suggestion. You can use whatever gemstone you want!

Thanks, and take care ❤️❤️❤️!

--O-

❝ 📜— lady l: this had been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to write it. I got a little carried away, so it's a little big, but I hope you like it and if you want to order anything else, feel free, anon! Good reading and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: none, just fluff and very soft!Alexander.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,308.

Alexander wanted to find something to give you. Something expensive and extravagant, something that would leave you impressed.

He felt like he owed you that. Not only had you given birth to his children, but you were loved by him and he wanted to please you. He thought of several options: a horse, silk clothes, food and even drink. He still wasn't sure what you might like.

Until he had an idea after talking to Hephaestion. He was the one who gave you the idea of giving you a necklace made from a special and rare gem. And he knew it was the right choice to make.

It was no easy task to get a merchant to have the necklace he liked and deemed worthy of you to wear around your delicate neck, but after the fifth try with a different merchant, he finally knew what your gift should be. He decided to gift you with an opal necklace, a jewel that reflected the beauty and mystery of his passion.

It would change color and he would know that it would look beautiful and graceful on your neck. Everything about you was beautiful and graceful, so the necklace would only stand out on you and no one else.

This opulent piece was adorned with the most dazzling opals that could be found in the entire Empire. Each stone sparkled with vibrant colors, dancing like the aurora borealis reflected in the starry night. The necklace was a unique treasure, a harmony of opalescent hues, displaying hues of celestial blue, emerald green, and royal purple.

The merchant who sold it told him a story about the necklace and it was this story that convinced him to buy it. According to the Persian merchant, legend said that opals were gifts from star spirits, who bestowed their blessings on those who used them with love and wisdom. The necklace was not just a piece of jewelry, but a source of magical power. Its colors and reflections were believed to contain the essence of nature, connecting the wearer to the spiritual realms and bringing fortune and protection.

Whoever owned the opal necklace was seen as a keeper of ancient secrets, an heir to the ancient magic that flowed through the precious stones. It was said that opal possessed the ability to amplify intuition and creativity, allowing the wearer to see beyond the ordinary, opening doors to new possibilities and inspiration.

After this explanation, Alexander knew that this necklace must be yours. Not just because of your story, but because of who you were. From when you really came. No one was more worthy than you.

There was also another version of the story that convinced him to buy it. Knowing how religious Alexander was, the merchant also told him that the opal was made from the tears of Zeus. Long ago, at the beginning of Greek civilization, when the gods walked among mortals, Zeus, the mighty king of the gods, shed tears of joy and sorrow over human fate. These tears, upon touching the earth, transformed into radiant stones known as opals, carrying within them the duality of emotions of the great god.

Thus was born the opal, a legendary gem forged by Zeus' own tears. Each stone was shaped from divine emotions, capturing the essence of heaven and earth. Its unique iridescence reflected not only the colors of the rainbow, but also the contrasting feelings of joy and sadness, hope and despair, harmonized in an eternal dance of light and shadow. Ancient sages believed that the necklace was not just a manifestation of beauty, but rather a link between mortals and the gods. It was said that whoever wore the opal necklace would be enveloped in the protection of Zeus and would have the divine wisdom to navigate life's challenges.

And maybe when little Aella grew up, he could give her a necklace similar to the one he chose for you.

He smiled at the thought and with the necklace inside a small wooden box with gold ornaments, he walked to the room you shared in the Babylonian palace. Straightening his posture, Alexander knocked on the door and after hearing a soft ''come in'', he opened the door and smiled widely when he saw you sitting in a padded chair with Aella in one arm and Cyrus in the other. He fell silent when he realized the twins were asleep.

You looked at him and smiled softly when you saw what he had in his hands. Alexander placed the box on a table next to the bed and approached you, carefully taking Cyrus in his arm. You smiled lovingly when you saw him cuddling the baby in his arms.

Whispering, Alexander says, ''I have something for you.''

You smiled and asked curiously, ''What is it?''

Alexander carefully picked up the box with the arm that wasn't swinging Cyrus and placed him on your lap, looking at you expectantly. You smiled and opened the box with a little difficulty due to the sleeping child in your arms. Your eyes widened when you saw the lush opal necklace. You had never seen such beautiful jewelry.

Alexander, who was watching you like a hawk, smiled at you.

''Alexander, that's…'' You swallowed and took the necklace in your hand, carefully observing its details. The necklace was a magnificent piece, a heavenly masterpiece that captivated the eyes of all who dared to gaze upon it. Every aspect of the necklace was a symphony of intertwined beauty and magic.

The centerpiece of the necklace consisted of a main opal, a generously sized gem that radiated an unparalleled iridescent glow. This central opal was an explosion of celestial color, with soft, shimmering hues that moved like an aurora borealis trapped within the gemstone. Its tones ranged from the deep blue of twilight to the lush green of enchanted forests, and occasional glimpses of the deep red of divine fire.

Around the main opal, a series of smaller opals were skillfully arranged, forming a necklace that seemed to have been woven by the stars' own hand. Each smaller gem had its own color personality, some glowing an ethereal blue, others a crystalline green, and still others with purple and gold hues reminiscent of the sun setting over distant mountains.

The structure of the necklace was as intricate as the reflections of the opals. Delicate strands of gold wove between the gems, creating a sparkling frame that complemented the iridescence of the opals. Small, intricate metal sculptures, decorated with designs that resembled star constellations, adorned the necklace, giving it an aura of ancient magic.

''Do you like it?'' Alexander asked after you remained silent, observing the necklace with a strange expression.

''I loved it.'' You whispered, admiring the necklace. Alexander walked over to you and took the necklace from your hands and placed Cyrus back in your arms, careful not to wake him. He stood behind you and removed your hair from your neck, placing the magnificent necklace around your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the touch of his calloused fingers on your skin and sighed when the necklace was placed on you.

''I'm glad, it suits you.'' He kissed your neck affectionately and you closed your eyes, smiling.

Alexander leaned closer to your ear and whispered, ''When I heard the story about the opal… I knew it would have to be yours and yours alone.''

You opened your eyes and turned your head, looking at him. ''And what is this story?''

Alexander smiled widely and after kissing your forehead, he began to tell you both stories he had heard from the merchant. You just listened in silence, delighting in his words, with your sleeping children on your arm and the weight of the beautiful necklace around your neck.

Your small, loving family.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Husband! Alexander The Great x Reader

You were favored concubine of Darius, and held a high position in Egypt for such a title.

All it took for you, is to seduce him with your youthful looks and body.

Adding to that your high intelligence which attracted him to you.

It was going smoothly, as you planned to cause a revolt against him and take over.

But that all went to waste, When Alexander the Great conquered Egypt.

You quickly switched sides to save yourself, but never expected that Alexander would fall for your witty attitude.

And also your connection with the high priests whom you convinced to make the people trust Alexander and believe that he was sent by Amun to save Egypt from Persia.

When he proposed for you to marry him, you were surprised, but accepted.

Which was a huge mistake.

You expected that he would leave you in Egypt and continue his conquests but instead he took you with him.

"I'm your husband, so you are obligated to accompany me and attend to me whenever needed"

Also, your influential connections were cut off as Alexander refused that you speak or send letters to anyone.

Anyone who was against the marriage, Alexander would execute them.

He made sure to execute your relatives, so you will have no one but him.

Even though, Alexander has two other wives, and a harem, but it's you who he always spends most of his nights with.

Most of those nights, you would try to persuade him to sleep with others.

With the excuse that they will give him a better experience.

But he argues that he only wants you, and wants to get you pregnant as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Alexander gets ill, and you stay by his side until he passes.

Your happiness of freedom doesn't last, because Ptolemy I Soter decides to rule Egypt and take you as his wife.

So, you become the ancestor of Cleopatra VII

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere the borgias family with innocent reader

Yandere Borgia family and innocent reader.

The reader's financial situation and status do not matter to the Borgia family. It doesn't matter how you met them. What matters is that you are now a part of their family. So there is no way back now.

》 Protective/ possessive/ jealous/ manipulative/ violent/ 《

◇Pope Alexander vi /Rodrigo Borgia.

Head of the Borgia family. He is ruthless, ambitious and extremely devoted to his family. Bringing power, influence and wealth to the Borgia family are the most important principles for Rodrigo. Shortly after meeting you, Rodrigo sees you as his second daughter. So now for Rodrigo you are his sweet and innocent Princess. Rodrigo has a say in all decisions about your life. He wants the best for you. He is protective of you because of your innocent nature. He believes that an innocent like you cannot survive in such a world. Rodrigo will ensure that you live a life worthy of a Princess.

◇Vanozza dei Catannei.

For Vanozza, you are now her child and second daughter. She is very determined to be your confidant and advisor. She tries to help you in everything. She is protective and possessive about your innocence. She will not allow anyone to defile you. It will allow you to have the most expensive jewelry and dresses. Mother and daughter moments with you are very precious to Vanozza.

◇Cesare Borgia.

To Cesare, you are his innocent little sister. There is no limit to the abominations and cruelties he will do to you. It is very severe against the smallest mistakes made against you. Cesare will do anything for his family. So there is nothing that you cannot do. Even if he is a brash and arrogant man, this changes when he is with you. He maintains his image as the perfect man and the great older brother when he is with you.

◇ Lucrezia Borgia.

Lucrezia has always dreamed of having a sister. You are now her little sister. She is possessive and protective of your innocent nature. To Lucrezia, you are pure sunshine. Chatting with you, trying on new dresses and jewelry, and walking around together are her favorite activities. Lucrezia supports you in everything. She shares all her secrets and fears with you.

◇Juan Borgia.

Juan is not exactly close with his other siblings. But the only exception is you. Juan is improving his skills in combat so he can protect you better. He rarely visits taverns and brothels anymore. He doesn't want to spoil his image and innocence in your eyes. He fights a lot about you, especially with his brother. There will be a great rivalry between him and his brother.

◇ Giulia Farnese.

Giulia sees you as the daughter she never had. She's always fighting with Vanozza to mother you. In Giulia's eyes, you are an innocent girl. That's why the instinct to protect you is so strong. She never gets tired of buying you lots of gifts. The competitive battle with Vanozza never ends. However, both of them do not hesitate to work together for your good.

[darkestspring]

What do you think Yandere husband Cregan Stark would be like? Is it possible for you to write for him? The reader is his first or second wife. If he was his second wife, do you think being his first wife would be a yandere son for him? After all, she is a mother to him.

DUDE HAD 10 KIDS SO EITHER HIS DICK GAME WAS SUPERB OR HIS WIVES PUSSY GAME WAS THE BEST, ESPECIALLY LYNARA SO IM EXCITED TO WRITE FOR HIM <3333. ps. my face claim for cregan stark is alexander dreymon. if you know, i love you <3

Cregan, Arra and yourself had been great friends. The trio of troublemakers, you father had once teased you. You had loved your friends greatly and had congratulated them greatly when they married.

You had no idea that both Arra and Cregan had obsession over you, constantly keeping watch and keeping you from marriage. It was different between them. Arra wanted to keep you safe as a friend, your best friend. Cregan wanted to keep you safe as a lover.

Arra had died giving birth to a son, both you and cregan grieved greatly for the person you both lost but it also made him tendencies grow stronger. He would not let you go. He scared away your possible suitors and stuck to your side, under the guise of grief and his son needing a mother.

Eventually, rumors spread that Cregan had made a woman of you. Rumors that Cregan did not go out of his way to deny. Your father saw no other way than for you to marry Cregan and you didn't hate it.

"My wife." He had whispered hotly to you, his hands holding onto you possessively. "I grow crazy more than ever now that I hold onto you." He confessed to you, his gaze intent on yours.

Many had assumed that you would resent Rickon as most stepmothers would, preferring your own children to him but the truth was you loved him as if he were your own. He followed you around like a little duckling, Cregan had remarked, laughing.

Rickon would also go on to inherit his father's tendencies. His obsession, growing apprehensive when you were not around. He wanted to always remain by your side. Rickon and Cregan often fought over you, which only worsened as you bore Cregan eight children, your attention divided equally between all of them.

While you might not have noticed Cregan and your children's tendencies, other did. The possessiveness, the eagerness to bring justice on those who they believe have wronged you. All it takes is a look too long and blood will spill.

But that doesn't mean that cregan doesn't love you, because he does. He adores you. He looks only at you, thinks only of you. He gives you the thickest furs, to keep you warm in the winters. He loves you dearly. The pride swells in his chest as you call him your husband. He is proud to be yours.

And just like Starks honor their oaths, he will honor the vows he made to you. To love you, to honor you, to respect you and protect you. He will honor those and doesn't take kindly to those who try to steer him away from his oaths.

[angelicsjn]

Can I request the ocs with reader being a model and she has a risqué shoot that maaaaybe involves a male model (that isn't Kaiden lol)

YOUR SIX YANDERES.

— ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.

He already knew you'd have the photoshoot, and he didn't think much of it until the mention of a male model.

On your own? Great. Gives him material for when you're both away.

But with someone else? He felt annoyed but didn't say anything. He showed no emotion.

When the photos came back, he purposely got rid of the extreme ones. Only he could see you like that, only he could touch you like that.

The company was so confused as to where the photos went. Good job they had the others. Smh.

— LATEN REED.

He's excited for you! He joins you to the shoot and he's so supportive.

Until the male model walks out.

He wants to knock the hair off his head, and as you make your way to him, seeing he's annoyed, he expresses his annoyance and jealousy.

He works it, so he ends up as the male model. One pout and his sweet puppy eyes, everyone is wrapped around his finger.

He's got the looks of a model anyway <3

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

This mf hates it. Hates. It.

He's ready to kill. Literally.

He does everything in his power to stop the shoot. Anything.

From talking you out of it to ruining the male models image to acting ill on the day of the shoot to keep your attention.

He doesn't care. He'll get what he wants.

— KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.

Kaidan is a model, he's done plenty of shoots and doesn't really bat an eyelid at it.

He knows you're his, he doesn't care about some stupid male model.

He joins you at the shoot and supports you!

— HAYDEN WEST.

At first he didn't really care. He knows you're a model, what does he expect?

He cares when he finds the other model for the shoot.

God, he's so insecure.

The model is so different. He's taller, has abs, the perfect visualisation of the 'ideal man', and he keeps it quiet. But he's so nervous with the idea you'll like the model more than him.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

He has trust in you. He trusts you and the relationship.

He wonders more on why you'd want to do a 'sexual' photoshoot.

He doesn't judge or make you feel stupid. It's more like, "Wouldn't you prefer to keep that side of you private, between us?"

[liz-allyn]

sugar and vice, pt. 23 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!oc]

summary: in the beginning, there was darkness...

words: 5.1k

chapter warning: gratuitously deep philosophical nonsense.

series warnings: mob-typical bang bang violence, hurt/comfort. smut. Spicy situations. spousal / domestic abuse. family trauma. verbal abuse. PTSD, psychotic breaks/episodes, drug use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. possessive!peter, protective!peter. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self-talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships. having happiness ripped away from you.

This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.

Don't date a mob boss.™️

18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you think that this symbol

is the logo of some off-shoot programming block on Nickelodeon, then you're wrong. But are you? Regardless, live a little and come back later.

Part 23

Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick...

Peter thought of the elements. 

Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick...

The Greats. Earth. Wind. Water. Fire. Space. Born out of Hinduism’s sacred literature. Also, Captain Planet’s sidekicks.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

The Chemical Elements. Only 118 of them have even been discovered. Only 95 of those are primordial, whereas the rest are man-made. 

His dad used to talk for hours about this stuff.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

The interrogation room he was in was dark, despite the flickering fluorescent bulbs. The buzz of the lights sounded like a buzzsaw. The air was cold, too. The thin NYPD-branded, crew neck tee that Peter had been given to wear didn’t help much. 

Tick... Tick... Tick

The lights flickered again, this time with a greenish hue. 

Argon. Symbol: Ar. Number 18. A noble gas. Mercury. Hg, number 80. Also known as quicksilver. Highly toxic. Phosphorous. Number 15.

In his class, he was Number 2.

Atoms aren’t even as old as people assume. After the Big Bang, the universe was still nothingness—white, hot light that scorched everything out of existence. The heat was uninhabitable. Hydrogen didn’t make its appearance until roughly 370,000 years later. 

370,000 years of hot, blinding nothingness.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

Hour after hour, they came at him like waves of radioactive light.

First, there were two detectives—both a bit too junior to be assigned to such a high-profile case, but Peter figured that they didn’t know that. A reserved Eagle Scout named Sousa and a snarky blonde female named Carter. 

Or just ‘Sharon,’ as her boss Alexander Pierce referred to her, to her thinly-veiled ire. 

The Commissioner waltzed into the room mid-interrogation and essentially asked his naive detectives to go back to coloring while the adults talked. Both detectives walked out of the interrogation room with a scowl on their faces.

They probably didn’t know it, but Pierce wasn’t concerned about their abilities as detectives, or the integrity of the case. All he needed was to get Peter behind bars, where crooked guards and violent inmates could take over. Where he could give Peter the same welcome that Miguel had.

They probably didn’t know it, but Peter could tell by the scent of Pierce’s cologne: a $1,200 bottle of Bond 9 Dubai that not even New York’s police commissioner could afford. 

Peter recognized the scent. It was Wilson Fisk’s favorite gift to give his friends.

They probably didn’t know it, but Peter did. 

Pierce had no intention of letting him make it to trial.

Peter was disconnected. Drained. Eventually, even Matt’s voice became static which blended into the tone of the room, and droned beneath the ticking of the clock and the god-awful buzz of the lights.

“—he’s in’a world’a trouble...”

“... absolutely no evidence —not even formal charges have been presented...”

It might not have been productive, but Peter allowed himself to tune out. Matt was a good lawyer.

“—lucky we’re not pressing charges against the department after Captain Stacy’s unwarranted attack on my client, whom he’s been stalking for years—”

Oh man, that’ll piss George off when it gets back to him. A very good lawyer.

Despite his earlier act, he still felt a great amount of sorrow for George Stacy. Not exactly sympathy... and not quite guilt. Just sorrow. 

Looking into his eyes was like looking down into a sinkhole. Or passing a destroyed car on the highway. Unidentifiable. Cold. Hollow. Empty. Somehow the emptiness in Gwen’s father always triggered an empty feeling in him. It was a secret weapon that George had over Peter that his estranged father-in-law didn’t even know he had.

On the outside, Peter could wear a mask that projected cockiness and make lewd comments about the man’s wife. On the inside, George could eviscerate Peter with a look.

370,000 years of nothingness. Nothing but white, hot rage.

Peter tuned back in for a moment when Pierce said the name Walker. He hadn’t even heard the question fully and already his blood was boiling. He wished that he was guilty of that bastard’s murder. He wished that he had killed him. He tried to focus on something that Felicia said months back which resonated with him: about how Honey needed a chance to stand up for herself.

Maybe Felicia was right. Maybe it was just a terrible thing that needed to be done, and Honey was the one that needed to do it. 

Honey wasn’t Gwen. 

The history she shared with that dead asshole was a far cry from the tragic turn of events that led Gwen to shove a man off the ledge of a clock tower. 

Honey wasn’t Gwen.

The look of heartbreak in her eyes. He’d never forget it. 

George looked at Peter that way once, too—after a closed-casket funeral when he laid his daughter in the dirt.

They looked the way Peter felt all the time. Devastation. Ruin.

How could Peter possibly be capable of such cruelty? The world was full of monsters. Sometimes Peter was one of them.

Honey wasn’t Gwen.

In the beginning, there was darkness. Then, there was an explosion. Then there was an inferno that burned so hot, even the basic building blocks of the universe could not begin to form.

Honey wasn’t Gwen; she was Peter’s universe. The stars in his sky. She was a vast, endless expanse that surrounded him. That held him in an ever-growing, outwardly-expanding gravitational orbit. She was everything, and outside of that, there was nothing.

And every second in that room he felt himself getting further away from her.

Peter’s bones hurt. His back was in so much pain it was difficult to sit still. On top of that, he was weary. He was traumatized. He was grieving the loss of his security, his home. Grieving Eddie.

Despite that, Peter could toss the table like a Coke can. He could punch a hole in the wall and stroll out if he wanted to. Or crawl across the ceiling, to Pierce’s astonishment and horror.

Pierce was staring at him again. This time, there was a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

Even if Peter did escape, he had too much to lose. Peter knew it. Pierce did, too.

In all the ways that mattered, he was trapped in his own web.

After several more minutes (or hours, maybe) of grandstanding on both sides, the door to the interrogation room swung open. A stocky figure silhouetted the doorway. Intense features, sharp lines in his jaw, brow, and aquiline nose, as much shadow spilling over him as there was light. 

The temperature of the room shifted. Matt and Pierce stopped talking. Peter froze, lifting his chin as he met the dark glare of Manhattan’s district attorney. 

“Frank,” Pierce said with a tinge of discomfort. “I wasn’t aware you’d be joining us so soon.”

Matt’s voice warmed but maintained a snarky edge. “Ah, is that the Honorable Francis Castiglione?” he bitingly beamed. 

Despite the smile on Murdock’s face, Peter could hear the pace of his lawyer’s heart pick up. Which... wasn’t a great sign. Even Pierce started to sweat. 

“Mr. Murdock,” New York’s toughest DA replied without batting an eye. Unswayed. Uncompromising. Undefeated. He held a stone, straight-laced expression. Even beneath a conservative black suit and tie, he was one of the most intimidating men Peter had ever laid eyes on. He was at least a solid 170 pounds, Peter supposed, of solid muscle and righteous fervor.  

“Just having a little fun, Mr. Castle,” Matt charmed with obnoxious flair. “How could I forget your name with all of the posters still hanging around? ‘Stand Your Ground.’ Great campaign slogan, by the way. Especially for a pacifist who managed to ban every firearm in the five boroughs. Although, I’m certain you won’t be getting any gift baskets from the gun lobby—”

“I wanna speak with your client alone.” Frank’s deep voice rolled through the room like the first tremors of an impending avalanche. The other men stared back, blinking silently.

Matt’s sunny disposition dimmed as his jaw tightened. Pierce’s hackles were raised, although he tried to suppress it. Wordlessly, they blinked and flinched and tried to wrap their heads around the request.

A humorless laugh left Matt’s lips. “Yeah. That’s not gonna happen—”

“That’s fine,” Peter answered. He and his lawyer spoke simultaneously, their voices crossing each other in converse directions. 

Matt turned his head towards Peter’s side of the room, his whole body going stiff. The flesh behind his light stubble turned pale. “Um,” Matt subtly cleared his throat while his heartbeat hurled alarmed profanities at Peter. “Uh, that is... not advisable.”

“S’okay, Matt,” Peter calmly replied, keeping his eyes locked on Frank. He could hear the sounds of his lawyer’s brain overheating while trying to reboot. Pierce pinched his lips in an anxious pout, avoiding looking directly at the district attorney.

Matt gripped the head of his cane tight enough to nearly break it. “Uh... Um. Oh-okay.” Awkwardly, Matt pushed his chair back as he came to a stand, shuffling to his feet. 

Leaning back into the chair rest, Pierce visibly relaxed until Frank sternly added, “You too, Commissioner.”

The irritation in Pierce’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed. Shoulders tensed, teeth gritted, the man stood from his chair. He mirrored Matt as he sidestepped from the table and towards the exit.

Matt lingered for a moment at Peter’s side while his nails anxiously scored the cane. Peter noted the pinched expression behind Matt’s ruby-colored glasses.

“It’s okay,” Peter murmured under his breath, repeating an earlier sentiment that Murdock was skeptical to believe. And with that, Matt was powerless. Hesitantly, he gave them a parting nod, and followed Pierce out of the room.

The metal door echoed as it slammed shut, leaving the two of them alone in the cell. 

Peter threaded his fingers together, the metal in his chains clinking, and leaned back as far as his restraints would let him. Thighs spread and chin tilted off axis, he fixed Frank with an unimpressed glare as a smirk played on his lips.

The prosecutor shifted like a monolith unearthing itself. Frank measured the cocky, sharp-tongued mafia ringleader with eyes colder than steel as he strode to the table. He pulled out a chair across from the prisoner and lowered himself down into it.

The two of them sat quietly for a moment on opposite sides of the room. But it was their positions on opposite sides of the law that created friction. 

Frank was at least a decade older than Peter, but Peter seemed even more juvenile by comparison. The mob boss looked and acted like a young prince, leaned back in his seat with a smug face. Alternatively, Frank glowered down at him with the authoritative scrutiny of judge, jury, and executioner.

“Hot daaamn,” Peter said, mouth curved into a smile. “You put on some weight since I last saw ya, bub.” Waggling his eyebrows, his eyes flicked over the other man’s form. “You been workin’ out? Crossfit, maybe?” He let out a mirthless laugh. “Forget bein’ the scourge of New York’s underworld— Bro, you must be killin’ it in the gym.”

Unfazed, Frank disregarded the remarks without a single blink. His dark eyes bored into Peter, and he remained more than comfortable with the uncomfortable silence that followed.

Peter glared at him with darkening eyes, balling his fists against the table. “Is it safe to assume the cameras are off at this point?” Animosity sharpened his voice to a razor’s edge. “I mean, that’s the only way you’d ever allow yourself to be seen fraternizing with a criminal like me, right?”

The temperature of the room pitched downwards even further. Icy waves surged off of Peter. Frank was a stone wall, letting each wave crash over him and fall back into the surf.

“I’m not the one who put you in those cuffs, Peter,” Frank answered, nonconfrontational. “I’m not the bad guy here. And I never wanted to be your enemy.” He kept his voice soft and respectful, wisdom shining from his eyes. “You and I—we’re not so different. We’re not monsters; we’re men. We’re bound by the law. Both of us, judged by the law.”

The smile faded from Peter’s lips. “Well," he glowered, bitter frost in his bite, "aren’t you a modern-day Moses on the Mountain.” His words were punctuated with ire as he scrutinized him with disdain. “Y’know, they told me ya caught religion, but I didn’t realize what a holy roller you were. When we’re done here, I’ll give ya Matt’s number. Give ya tons to talk about. Bet'chu two would be a hoot at parties.”

Peter sneered at him a moment longer, then let out a bored, depreciating sigh. “M’not much of a Bible thumper, myself,” he half-shrugged. “Only verses I know by heart are Ezekiel 25:17... and, uh... whatever that bullshit was in Shawshank.”

Frank glanced down, deep in thought. “‘His Judgment Cometh and That Right Soon’,’' he said, recalling the prop he referenced. It was a tapestry embroidered with the Bible verse hanging in the corrupt Warden’s office—a MacGuffin in the film’s plot. 

“That's not a real verse,” Castle noted, matter-of-factly. “You’re probably thinkin’ of Psalm 98:9—’Let them sing Before the Lord; for he cometh to judge the earth: With righteousness shall he judge the world and all of its people equally.’” 

Peter’s eyes narrowed. “Well.” The word tasted bitter on his tongue as resentment spread through his chest like a tumor. “I’m Jewish. And even then, I never drank the Kool-Aid. S’not really my thing.”

He waited, expecting Frank to take offense. To Peter’s dismay, he remained as peaceful as a lake on a windless day. 

“I get that,” the older man mused somberly. Contemplative, he looked up at Peter with sympathy coloring his face. “If what happened to you, happened to me,” he said, “I don’t know if I’d like who I’d become either.”

As he said it, his gentle eyes settled in on Peter with a knowing expression. Pity. It made Peter's teeth grind and his temper burn. It took all of his self-restraint not to break out of his chains and (re)break the prosecutor’s nose. Indignation writhed inside of his chest, souring his face and his stomach.

“Heard you were gunnin’ f’me real hard, too,” Peter muttered bitterly, tossing words like daggers. “Really put the heat on me— M'actually flattered.” Salaciously, he flashed his canines with a wink. “But ya didn’t hafta go to all that trouble, Frank. If y'wanted to get me alone in a dark room, y'coulda just hit me up on Grindr.”

“Are you done?” he replied witheringly.

“Oh, c’mon,” Peter taunted, equal parts threatening and scandalous. “I mean—they don’t call ya ‘The Punisher’ for nothin’, right? Well, go on. Punish me, Daddy. Why doncha just bend me over your knee?”

Frank’s eyes flicked to the black, mirrored glass window, shaking his head in frustration. “Always a comedian,” Castle huffed, annoyed. “Between you and Wade Wilson, it’s like watchin’ a hundred-car pile-up of clown cars. Can’t even be just a little real, not even for a second—” 

“That’s not true,” he pouted. “My tits are real...”

Fed up, Castle shook his head and grumbled, “Y’think everything's is a joke! Can you at least pretend like you give a shit about any of this—?” 

Peter’s temper flared suddenly, hitting a flashpoint that boiled the humor out of their rapport. “Y’know what I think?” he snapped back, eyes dark with rage. “I think you’re a God-damn hypocrite! That’s what I think! You and this whole corrupt, bullshit organization. That’s the joke.”

Frank shook his head, grinding his teeth. “There you go. Always a martyr.”

“Again, with the religious talk?” Peter rolled his eyes into the back of his head while letting out a dramatic sigh. “Look, ‘m’not interested in joining your little MLM cult-club, alright?”

“‘Mob Boss,’ my ass,” Frank scoffed. “Ya act like a fuckin’ child! Always whining about being the victim! Like you’re the only one in this city who's ever lost somethin’! Arrogant prick, I did three tours in Iraq while you were doodling in your diary! I was washing the blood of my brothers off my uniform while you were crying into your pillow at night! People die! Thousands of ‘em, every day! All tragedies, all the time, yet— somehow—yours is special!”

Frank’s voice boomed off the concrete walls, patience shattered. “You wanna talk about hypocrisy?” Castle said sharply. “Punishment?! How about three weeks ago in Forest Hills? Right in your backyard. Cops got a call about a domestic dispute. When they got there, the perp somehow ended up with a bullet hole in the back of his head, even though no one in the house owned a gun. You know anything about that?”

Peter straightened his lips into a thin line, lifting his chin. “Sounds like the dispute was resolved.”

“How about that hedge fund manager that committed suicide last spring?” Frank said, skewering him with his gaze. “The one that decided to swallow a container full of gasoline and light up a cigarette before jumpin’ off a roof on Park Avenue?”

“Tragic,” Peter replied, deadpan. “I read about it in the news. Guess the shame of stealing $8 million dollars of pension money from a firefighters union must’ve really burned him up inside.”

Agitated, Frank scowled with his eyes narrowed into slits. “How ‘bout in Brooklyn last fall? How do three seasoned drug pushers end up OD’ing on half their own supply of Fentanyl?”

Peter remained expressionless. “Dunno, Frank. Guess the Lord works in mysterious ways." The attorney huffed with nostrils flaring. By contrast, Peter idly see-sawed his head. "Rather poetic," he said, "as far as justice goes.” 

“That’s what I call ‘punishment,’ Parker. Not justice! Vengeance! Plain. Simple. And cold-blooded.”

Peter sat up, leaning forward as his colorless eyes flashed with rage. “Before you accuse me of anything else you can’t prove—especially the messes that New York’s Finest shoulda handled—how ‘bout you explain to me how two innocent women were butchered and burned to death in Midtown and not a single arrest has been made?”

Frank turned silent.

“How ‘bout the dozens of immigrant families who’re bein’ forced against their will to launder the Mayor’s drug money so he can spend it on campaign ads?”

The other man’s jaw clenched while Peter continued his attack. “Let’s keep goin’ shall we?” he hissed. “Tell me how a Russian oligarch and his buddies park a yacht in the harbor—filled with stolen girls—children, practically—and somehow just... get away?” Veins protruded from his neck as anger rippled through his chest. 

“Got any answers for me, Counselor?” Peter spat harshly, jabbing his index finger at Castle as far as he could while in handcuffs. “Wanna phone a friend? How ‘bout you call your boss, yeah? Why don’t you ask Wilson Fisk? Ask yourself! If you’re such a holy man, then how can you work for the Devil?! How can you even sleep at night, huh?I”

Outwardly, Frank was stoic with nothing but a crease between his brows to telegraph his thoughts. Inwardly, Peter could hear the attorney’s heart rate drumming up as Peter relentlessly dressed him down. Castle’s jaw was locked tight, holding his breath.

“And tell me one more thing,” Peter added, eyes flashing with rage. “How many times do you think about what woulda happened if I hadn’t been in the Park that night?” He blurted out the statement with a livid snarl and a dry throat. “What if I hadn’t intervened in the Blacksmith deal? What woulda happened if I hadn’t gotten your wife and kids outta there before the guns started goin’ off? You ever think about that!?”

Peter’s voice buckled on the last word. Memories of the violent night in Central Park five years ago flooded them both, bringing a tidal wave of conflicting emotion that swallowed him up. 

It was Peter that covertly led the FBI to a plan to eliminate several gangs (and Peter’s enemies) at once. Practically a gift from the gods, it seemed, to take out all of Peter’s competition in one swoop. 

Once it was clear to the young mob boss that the FBI cared more about making headlines than making sure the park was clear of innocent people, Peter chose to intervene. In the end, it was a disaster anyway.

When the other gangs realized they were being set up, a shootout erupted. Lives were lost. Peter saved as many people as he could, including Frank Castle and his family. For everyone else, it was still a tragedy. 

Gwen included.

It was the first and last time the two men had met. And subsequently, a night that neither of them ever talked about. 

Until now.

Peter’s eyes glazed over, tortured by the consequences of his choices. A tidal wave of conflicting emotions swallowed him up as his mind flooded with horrible thoughts. Betrayal, and resentment, and bitter, evil, disgusting jealousy that Peter could save Frank’s family but not his own.

Peter looked contemplative, then. Haunted. He fixed his weary eyes on Frank, continuing to unravel.

“And I’m gonna level with ya, pal,” Peter said in an unnervingly soft tone of voice. “Fuck. You. If you think that you and I are the same. You and I are not the same. Never will be.” Heartache pierced his throat, compressing his voice. He jerked his thumb toward himself. “Because somebody saved you.”

Tears glistened as Peter breathed hotly through flared nostrils. “Fuck your judgment!” he growled. “Because if what happened to my family happened to your family—ya wouldn't last a goddamn day! You’d be a nut job! You'd be beggin' for a bullet in ya head, rather than see what I’ve seen!” 

Fury vibrated through the younger man’s being, indignation piercing each sentence. “I don’t give a shit what nickname they call you,” Peter seethed, “in the media... in the Marines... not even in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade! When it’s your family filled with bullet holes—believe me— that shit hits different.”

Peter’s eyes were wild—black with anger, wet with tears. “‘You wouldn't like who you'd become either?’” he repeated, muttering spitefully. “Fuck you!" Peter’s voice echoed, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in Frank’s chest. 

He took a measured breath. His throat bobbed, cords pulled tight. "I may not be a religious man," Peter added as his chest heaved, "but I pray you never have to find out.” His volume abruptly dropped, adding a foreboding sentiment to the words. Like whispering a dark secret. A warning.

Blinding, white hot rage obliterating everything in its path. Scouring any sign of life before its existence.

Castle sat stoically with his arms crossed. Breathless from his outburst, Peter slowly retracted himself back into his seat. Frank studied him with a contemplative gaze and a tight-lipped mouth. 

Until he broke his silence. “Every night.” 

It was barely a whisper. Peter blinked at him with a crooked brow while the other man held Peter in his gaze.

“Every single night,” Frank answered, a little louder, “I think about what would’ve happened to my family if you hadn’t been there.”

Peter pressed his lips together, jaw flexing stiffly. Mist gathered on his lashes. He drew a shaky breath, lip trembling. To keep his eyes from betraying him further, he hardened his brow.

“You’re a hero, Peter,” Castle said simply. It was just a fact. “And a good man.”

Peter averted his gaze, casting it down while he swallowed a thick lump in his throat. 

“You have the power to do good,” he said. “So much more than you realize.” Frank’s eyes swelled with something like reverence and admiration for his antithetical counterpart. “And yeah,” he noted matter-of-factly, “I do pray." He watched him placidly and empathetic. "And when I do, I pray that one day, other people will see you for the man you really are. And maybe... just maybe—you'll see it, too.” 

Shooting pain in his fingers alerted Peter to the fact that his knuckles were clenched white. He kept his head lowered, eyes hidden and fixed on the shackles around his wrists. 

“I pray that you find faith in yourself,” Castle said, then. His soft voice sliced through Peter’s toughened heart. The older man’s lip tightened into a line, his deep voice thick with sorrow. “And salvation... from yourself.”

Peter looked upward. The attorney gazed back at him in earnest. The silence which followed felt like the end of an era.

“You and I want the same thing,” Frank then said, returning to a sense of formality. “You want to expose Wilson Fisk as the Kingpin. So do I.” 

Peter studied Frank’s heart—and his own. Steady. True.

“The only difference,” Castle added, “is I want to do it right: by the law. Justice. Not revenge.” Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes. “Because if we can’t do this right, then it’s not worth doing at all.”

“The only difference is,” Peter countered, “when I take Fisk down, he’s gonna stay down.”

Frank gazed at him incredulously. “That’s nice. Good stuff. You want me to write that down and read it at your funeral?” Peter glared bitterly but had nothing to say. 

“Cards on the table,” Frank explained. “I don’t have enough evidence to charge you. Not today. Now you can walk outta here, go back to your old ways. End up in a casket, or in a jail cell sooner or later. Take my word, there are plenty of people in this building that want you dead. You won’t last a night at Ryker’s without someone tryin’ to stab a broken toothbrush through that giraffe neck of yours.”

“Sounds like it’s gonna be painful,” Peter muttered in a low voice. “For them.”

Frank fixed him with a stern glare. “Alright, smartass. Then what? These people are comin’ for blood. And they’re not going to stop with just yours.” He paused, then added, “You should know that, more than anybody.”

Peter had nothing to say to that. The thought alone stole his breath.

“You wanna fight the system?” Frank said. “You wanna take down Fisk? Then you bring me proof to put ‘em away. All of ‘em. Fisk, Pierce, his little ‘Shield’ SS hit squad. Every last one of them.”

Peter bit his tongue, contemplating the idea.

“And most importantly, you keep your hands clean,” Frank declared sternly. “No more dead car thieves in the river. No more pimps gettin’ scraped off the subway tracks.” His tone was cold, eyes sharp as he skewered Peter threateningly. “There’s enough killing in this city as it is. You cross that line, and I will come for you, you understand? Deal or no deal, our history be damned—you are not allowed to take the law into your own hands. You got that?”

Peter raised his chin, peering at him through the fringe of his slitted eyes. 

The clock ticked on. Primordial elements as old as time surrounded them. And for reasons that Peter could not fully understand, he walked into a coffee shop one day and walked out with hope. A dangerous seed. 

A force that could save the whole city. The world.

Maybe even his own soul.

The district attorney came to a stand, holding the mob boss in his stare. “You’re a free man, Peter,” Frank said. “What happens next is up to you.”

After another moment, he headed for the door. As soon as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he glanced back at the man who he owed his life. With a stone expression, Castle made one final plea.

“Whatever you do... Don’t let me catch you.”

It was half past noon when Honey walked into her modest apartment in the Theater District off 45th Street. 

Flipping on the lights, she peered hesitantly inside. Stepping through the threshold felt like tumbling down a wormhole through time.

More or less, the studio apartment looked exactly the same as it did nearly a half-year ago, when she left for work at the coffee shop. 

It was a bit tidier than how she’d left it—her cheetah print throw blanket neatly folded on the edge of her thrifted loveseat. The smell confirmed that all the perishable food had been discarded. An empty vase sat alone on a scuffed, white, gateleg table that was crammed into a corner of her kitchen. The daisies that it once held had wilted and been tossed long ago.

The world was alien to her. It was like walking through a dream, or onto a theater set piece constructed for a play about her life. These were the possessions of a person she didn’t know anymore.

“We had someone come by earlier with groceries,” a voice said from behind her. She turned as Karen Page strolled into the apartment wearing camel wide-leg wool trousers and a matching double-breasted blazer from The Row paired with Salvatore Ferragamo Vara-bow pumps. “A maid came in once a week to tidy up, but other than that everything should be as you left it.”

Honey blinked with wide eyes as she watched the strawberry-blonde haired woman breeze through her home—former home. She pulled a rolling carry-on case behind her filled with a small portion of Honey’s wardrobe. Karen came to a stop in the center of the apartment. With neatly manicured nails, she produced a keyring from her blazer pocket.

“New keys,” she explained, handing it over to Honey. “Any pertinent mail has been left for you on the counter. The new wifi password is on the sticky note next to it, along with your new cell phone number.”

She had almost forgotten. Honey reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the latest model of iPhone. She stared down at the foreign object queasily. This one had no spider decal, she noted. 

“There’s also a debit card, too,” Karen explained methodically, as if reciting a monotonous dialogue. “New bank account information is in the folder. We’ve made a small deposit to compensate you for your troubles, at least until you find a new job. But you shouldn’t have any more problems from here on out.”

A few seconds of silence passed as Karen eyed the peeling paint on the walls. “Well. I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said, straightforward. 

Honey’s eyes darted over to Karen as the woman turned to leave mouth “Wait!” she called out, her forehead creased and mouth hung agape. Karen stopped in front of the doorway. “Wait... is that it?” she said, dismayed. 

Karen blinked her radiant blue eyes. “Was there something else you needed?”

Her nose crinkled at that. “What about Peter?” Honey said, almost in a demanding tone. “What happens to him?”

Karen cast her eyes to the floor, sighing uncomfortably. “I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that.”

Honey glared at her crossly. “Well, can I at least talk to him—?”

“It would be best to limit contact at this time.” The pleasant formality of her voice made Honey want to punch her.

“For how long?” she scoffed.

Karen gazed at her for several moments of silence. Which continued on, until Honey realized that an answer wasn’t coming.

“We’ll be in touch,” Karen added gently.

As the woman stepped out into the tenement corridor, Honey nearly jolted after her. “Wait... M-Ms. Page?”

She waited.

“What do I do now?” she asked meekly. Her voice sounded timid to her own ears.

Karen stared back at her then lifted up one of her shoulders. “Whatever you want.” 

And with that, Honey was left alone for the day.

And the next.

And the next.

And the next.

Continue to Epilogue

[tinymoonrider]

Tuberose

Summary: The servant, a friend of the prince, is finally old enough to take over the chores of their mother. The prince, upon learning that his friend is starting to date, starts getting a little... Strange... (Prince x reader)

Warnings: Character death, kidnapping, fear, obsession, yandere, and blood

The main character is gender neutral

My family had been serving the Larson family for years. By the time I had reached my eighteenth birthday, I was to take over the chores my mother was in charge of. "That's why having children in this profession pays off!" she'd always tell me with a tired smile on her face.

Eventually her and my aunt, would try to play match maker in hopes that I would be able to leave this life behind. They'd set up dates with people who had stable jobs in the village. My mother hoped that getting a partner with a stable job could also help me get a job somewhere else outside of the castle. They'd especially try to get me to go on dates with those who were from other villages. "Please just try. For me? I don't want you scrubbing floors and plunging toilets for the rest of your life." They'd push me forward, getting me to leave with my date. To be very honest, a couple of them have managed to catch my eye, but, whenever I try to reach out to them again, it seems as though they weren't interested.

Although I appreciate my mother and my aunt trying so hard for me, I just think that all of this is in vain. None of the people I've met up with want to see me again. Besides, I don't mind working for the palace. They provide all of their workers with food and shelter. It's not so bad here.

I wring out a rag over the soapy water mixture contained in the rusty bucket next to me and continue scrubbing the tiled floor. The sound of sharp clicking of heels makes their way over to me, I try to make myself look busy in case it's the queen making her rounds on the servants. The shiny surface of the area I've cleaned so far reveals the face of the young prince, Alexander.

Alex was about my age, only a year's difference between us. We grew up together in the castle, in fact, for a while I was assigned as his personal chambermaid. Although it only lasted for a week, we managed to become great friends. Unfortunately I was fired after the explosion incident in the servants kitchen (he only had half of his eyebrow left, but at the very least he wasn't dead). When I was ruled unfit to be his chambermaid, I remember Alex crying his eyes out over it. The night I was fired, Alex had one final request: more pillows and blankets and for me, specifically, to bring it to his room. Upon bringing it to his room, I was "formally kidnapped" for the night. I slept on his bed next to him, the extra pillows and blankets forming a little nest around us. I told him a story to help him sleep that night, as he couldn't sleep. He said that his mother would've read stories to him had she not been busy. At the time, I knew that she really wasn't doing anything at that time of the night. She just didn't have the energy to deal with her son. She couldn't bear the guilt.

The next day, after a light scolding from both of our mothers, I wasn't allowed to hangout with Alex for a couple of months. Even after our sentence was over, Alex was forced to learn all the ways of being a prince and the heir to the kingdom. Anytime he saw me, he was more than excited but, mainly kept to himself. It was only after his parents had encouraged him to pursue other princesses from other villages that Alex had really changed. Any free chance he had, he would cling to me, following me around the castle, pulling me away from my chores, and even acting out to get what he wanted from me.

A hand covers my eyes and another wraps around my waist. "Darling~... Guess who." A deep sing-song voice whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes and decided to mess with him a little bit. Teasing him never got old.

"James? From the library right?" Alex growled from behind me, "Oh my gosh, I thought I'd never hear from you again- how are you?" I stifled a laugh as his grip got tighter, "Thanks again for buying me that book, I honestly couldn't put it down. It's so interesting... Say, now that I have you, I was wondering if you wanted to go out again sometime?~" Alex spun me around and wrapped his arms tightly around my back.

"It's not James." He huffed, "It's me, Alexander. Whoever this James is, doesn't deserve to go out with you. He doesn't even know what you'd like..." Pouting, he lets me go and turns away from me. Rolling my eyes, I start to giggle.

"Alex, I was joking around with you. I haven't heard from James in a while." I sigh, "Besides, I heard from his parents that he hasn't been home for a couple of weeks... They said he went missing." I play with the rag in my hand and wonder where he could be.

"You shouldn't worry about low life scum like him." My eyebrows knit together as I glare at him. "You never met James. How dare you say something like that."

Alex challenges me, "I know about his criminal record. I'm sure Mr. Prince-charming never told you about that!" His hands find purchase on my waist. He squeezes, "You're better off not going out with him ever again." He mumbles something under his breath and turns back around. Snapping his fingers, he gestures for me to follow him. I shake my head and pack up my cleaning supplies, following him to where he wanted me to go. We head outside towards the gardens. A place we often frequented when the weather was nice. Sitting down in the gazebo, I relaxed with him in the cool breeze. I enjoyed the scenery around me, the colorful spring flowers danced along with the wind, their scent was as beautiful as they looked. Alex's eyes never left me in moments like this. It was like he was studying me, making mental notes of how I looked and felt in those moments.

"You should stop going on dates." Alex scooted closer to me on the bench, his hand reaching for mine. Ignoring him, I lifted my head up slightly, refusing to hear what he had to say.

"That's not something for you to decide."

"But it is."

"Oh really?" I looked at him, searching his eyes for the gull he had to say such a thing to my face. "How so?"

"I technically control the church too you know. You might not be able to marry in this village if I say so." I took a deep breath.

"It's not your life. If you do that, I'll never forgive you." I got up from my seat, the moment soured by his declaration. His hand reached for mine, desperate to keep me there with him for a little longer. I ripped it away from him. "I have to get back to work. I do have a busy job to get back to, unlike some people..."

Leaving him there, he watched on in bewilderment.

"What did I do wrong?"

--

In the servants kitchen, I started on some stew that could last me for a couple of weeks with enough rationing. Prepping the ingredients, I had gotten ready the pot I was going to cook it in. Soon a clearing throat rang throughout the kitchen, turning around on my heels, I was met by one of the royal dinner servants standing there, looking at me expectantly.

"Yes, sir?" Putting down a tomato, they gesture for me to come near.

"Prince Alexander has requested an audience with you up in the dining room." Wiping my hands on my apron, I follow the servant up to the dinning room where Alex and his parents were eating. I stood on the other side of the table from him, waiting patiently for him to acknowledge my presence so I could leave. I was still so upset with him from earlier. His off hand comment, still simmering in my mind. Upon seeing me however, he only smiled and continued to finish eating. He made faces at me to try to get me to smile wanting me to cheer up from earlier. When I didn't do what he wanted, he put down his utensils and cleared his throat, gaining his parents' attention.

"Mother, father, I have some very exciting news for you." He paused for effect and waved off the other servants, pointing at me to stay. Once all of the other servants had left, he continued, "As I mentioned to you both earlier, I found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with..." His mother smiled, while his father grinned as he took a stab at his steak. The king, gestured for me to get him another refill for his drink. Popping open a bottle of wine, I refilled his cup as Alex kept talking. Making my way around the table, I eventually made my way to Alex, his hand wrapped around my apron, tugging at me like a child asking for attention.

"I managed to get permission from their parents. They were more than excited to see us be wed. All I need is for you to approve of the marriage." His mother nodded.

"Of course, we would need to meet them first of course." She continued to eat away at her meal, Alex's hand tugging at me again. I manage to wiggle myself out of his hands to put away the wine. Making eye contact with him, urging him to stop, he silently begs me to come back next to him. When I don't listen, he rolls his eyes and gets out of his chair, his parents watching him with curiosity.

"Prince Alex, sir, I can get whatever you may need. All you need to do is ask," I make my way over to him gesturing for him to sit down rather harshly. He shakes his head at me and pulls out a chair next to me. Taking my arm, he pulls me down to the open seat and pushes it in. Grabbing an empty plate from a cart, he starts fixing the plate with the food on the table until it's overflowing. Setting it down in front of me, he gives me a couple of his forks and his glass of wine. Bewildered, I glared at Alex, upset with him for breaking the rules.

"Alex," his mother starts, her eyes, stabbing at me, "you know the rules right? No servants at the table. They have their own place to eat downstairs." Her voice raises slightly. His father watches intently at what his son would do. I start to pull away from the table as quietly as possible. Alex, pushes me back.

"I shouldn't be here right now, I can come back." I say to no one in particular, they ignore me.

"They're not a servant." He grabs a fork and takes a piece of meat from my plate, lifting it up to my lips. I don't bite.

His father sighs as his wife complains to her husband, trying to get him to do something about me sitting there with them at the table. "You know what, you're right, Alexander, they're not a servant." Now addressing me, he says sternly, "You are to pack your things and leave this castle. You are to be gone by morning or else I'll have the guards to remove you themselves." He turns towards Alex, mouthing, "don't you even think about doing what you are about to do."

Alex grins. "They're going to be married to me." I turn towards him, begging him to say that he's just joking around. He doesn't. The room is silent. It feels as though a heavy weight hugs my chest tightly. What? His mother glares at me, telling me with her eyes to drop dead so he could marry one of the many options already lined up for him. "Mother, would you stop being so rude?-- You know, you should really relax that face of yours, your crows feet will only grow if you don't." She lifts her hands to her face. Alex takes my hand into his and squeezes. Offering me a soft smile, he pulls me up to my feet and guides me so I stand behind him.

"So, what do you say? You both already know her! She's lived here all her life so she knows the castle like the back of her hand-- as well as everyone in it." The queen starts to sob quietly, "She's a very hard worker and a very quick learner-"

"No." The king places a hand on his wife's shoulder. Rubbing her back, he gently pulls her into his chest. Alex's hand, still holding mine, tightens.

"What?"

"You heard me. There are so many better options out there than that." He points at me with his fork, "Options that can easily improve relations between kingdoms." The queen sobs harder, "That wretched thing behind you is no more than a servant. They can't help you. They can't help anyone! In any way that counts at least. As royalty, you have a duty to marry. Not for love but for purpose." Alex's hands try to curl in on themselves, my fingers unfortunately in the way. It feels as though they would pop off of my hand at any moment. Unable to hold my voice back any longer, I let out a small whimper. Alex's attention immediately snaps to me, the conversation between him and his father long forgotten.

"I'm so sorry, my Love. Come on, let's go to my chambers. We can talk more there." Pulling me so that I was in front of him, he guided me to his room. His father calls out for us, declaring that the conversation wasn't over. Alex ignores him, pulling me along with him, forcing me to ignore his father too. Not that I wanted to speak with him, especially without Alex.

Once in his chambers, he locks the door behind me, guiding me to his bed. "How about we find you something to wear..." I feel like my brain is about to turn into mush and leak out of my ears. He pulls out a long sleeved white undershirt. Comparing the size of it to my body, he makes a satisfied noise. Nodding to himself, he rummages his closet looking for a pair of bottoms that would be able to fit me.

"Alex, I can't marry you." My vision blurs, I can't control my breathing. Alex's face falls flat.

"Is this about what my parents said? 'Cause, Honey, we could just elope! I'll take a couple of jewels and cash from the treasury and then we can buy a farm-- I remember how much you like animals-- we'll be at the edge of the village so no one will bother us!" My head involuntarily shakes at the idea.

"How stupid are you?" I look at him, unable to hold the tears back, "We can't just elope! You're next in line for the throne, you can't just leave." He frowns. "Your parents are right, this isn't a good idea." I offer a small smile, trying to lessen the tension in the room, "If we go back now, and apologize-"

"No! Don't you see? I love you," he wines, "I want you. Only you. Screw other women. Screw this fucked kingdom!"

"Alex-"

"No," he stated, "I love you. I want you. I want every single fucking part of you. You are my life. My love. None of those other assholes deserve an angel like you." He grabs my hands and leans closer to my face, "You were made, for me. You are mine as I am yours. You will understand that in time. You will understand just how much I crave you. Every single fucking part of you." He leans in, this breath fanning at my face. My chest hurts at how fast my heart is beating. His lips brush against mine when a knock at the door interrupts us. Alex sighs and goes to answer it. A mumbled exchange between the two and he begrudgingly excuses himself from the room. Locking the door behind him, I'm left alone with my thoughts.

After a couple of hours, a personal chambermaid of his, unlocks the door and hands me a note as well as a glass of water. With a small, shy smile and curtsy, she leaves the room, the sound of the lock clicking back into place. Unfolding the note, I read through the carefully written loops and swoops of his letter, wondering what is taking him so long.

"Apologies, Hon, I'll be a little late to bed tonight. I have to take care of something but, I promise that we can continue our little conversation tomorrow. Maybe even walk through the gardens? Play with a couple of the animals from the pet shop you love to visit so much? Anyway, go ahead and get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow morning my Love.

-Alex"

I let out a deep sigh and took a sip of the water given to me and changed into the shirt he had taken out. Plopping down onto the bed, my eyes instantly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me. With my body relaxing, my mind drifts away from my body, almost missing the piercing scream that rings through the castle. Almost.

--

The next morning, I'm neatly tucked under the soft covers of Alex's bed. Sunlight filtered through his sheer curtains gracefully. As if he had known I had woken up, Alex walked in with a breakfast tray. On it were all of my favorite foods, a glass of orange juice, and a vase of white tuberose flowers. They had bloomed in the garden not too long ago. I remember mentioning how beautiful they looked in the sea of color. How pure they seemed in that sea. I guess he remembered.

Setting the little portable table on my lap, he settled himself next to me, grabbing my fork and stabbing a piece of somewhat burnt bacon. Nudging my lips, he waits for me to take a bite. Opening my mouth to talk, he shoves the bacon past my lips and smiles. After eating a couple of bites, I decided to address the elephant in the room.

"Can we continue our conversation from last night?"

He nods, "Are you accepting my marriage proposal?" He takes a bite himself and waits for my answer. I shake my head, reaching for the spare fork, he takes it off the table and throws it across the room. He lifts more food towards my lips for another bite. Trying to take the fork from his hands ends in vain as he dodges and manages to get the food past my lips once more. "Well you won't have much of a choice..." Confused, I ask him for answers only for him to shake his head. We finish our breakfast in silence. Ordering me to get dressed and to meet him outside, chambermaids rush in to help me.

I'm led towards the main room of the castle where many soldiers, a couple of villagers, and Alex circle around something  on the floor. Quietly, I take my place next to Alex, the fancy clothes he had me wear felt out of place on my body. Usually the clothes I'm allowed to wear around the castle, as per the queen's orders, were basically a bunch of old rags stitched together. Upon seeing what they were looking at in the middle of the circle, my heart rate starts to increase. A white sheet outlines a body laying on the floor. A faint odor wafts towards my face. I look at Alex for answers to which he whispers, "The queen is dead."

--

Later that day, while in the gazebo with Alex, he explains to me that he had found his mother earlier that morning bathing in her own blood on the floor. A distinct line carved into her neck like a smile. His father, the king was missing. He looked straight into the distance at the sea of flowers. The sky was a dark grey. His face is both full and void of emotion. I couldn't fathom how he had felt in that moment. The head of the church had come up to him just before we left to go outside, telling him that he was to lead the village until they were able to find the king. They had also mentioned that they would be able to help him out for the time being but, ultimately, the final decision would be dealt with by Alex.

He leans into my chest, wrapping his arms around me, he inhales my scent and buries his face into my chest. Mumbling his secrets into my heart, I sit still and run my hands through his hair. "I'm going to need you. I'm going to need your support. I can't do this alone. Not without you." I nod.

"Of course, whatever you need."

--

It had been three years since that day. I had stuck by Alex's side, learning alongside him on his journey to becoming the new ruler. Alex's proposal had slipped to the back of my mind, not that he ever brought it up since then. I assumed he had forgotten about it too. Or maybe he had other things on his plate that he needed to worry about. Either way, I was more than happy to just support him on the sidelines, giving him guidance whenever he needed it the most. I was so busy helping out to take care of the kingdom, my mother, and the other chores that I had been neglecting, that I was blind to what was happening in the background.

One day, Alex had called me into the dining room for another audience. We had both been so busy that this would've been the first day we'd finally be able to see each other for more than ten minutes. Opening the door, I had walked in on Alex lighting a couple of candles on the table. The lights were off, the warm glow was our only light source in the room. As soon as I opened the door, all of the servants had rushed out of the room, giving a curt bow and curtsy as they passed by me. Sitting down at the table, we ate dinner and enjoyed each other's presence for the night. In the middle of the table a bouquet of tuberose flowers sat, their scent evoked pleasant memories from before all that had happened as of late.

"So, I have a bit of news for you. Would you like the good or the bad news first?" He gave me a sad smile, one reminiscent of the one he had when his mother had died.

"Bad." I braced myself for what was coming.

"They... They found my father. He was held up in one of the villagers basements at the edge of town... This villager and his family..." He paused excusing himself to take a deep breath, "the man killed my mother and didn't leave much left of my father to recover unfortunately..." I put my hand over my mouth and apologized.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that."

"They're together in a better place now. That's all that matters." His sad smile turned hopeful, "The good news is, they read my father's will and it seems as though we will be getting married after all." He stood up from his chair, "There was a fail safe put into place in case I was to take over the throne while still being a bachelor..." He kneels on the ground in the space beside me, laying his head on my lap he continues, "I am to be married to you. To you quite specifically. It seems as though they... Changed their minds about you..." Taking my hands into his, he kisses each individual finger and knuckles, "How lucky right? The wedding is to be in no less than two weeks. We can get married earlier than that but, I want to make sure we have enough time to plan everything. Including the honeymoon." I rip my hands away from his reach.

"Excuse me?"

"I want everything to be perfect. The church is more than willing to take over while we visit other countries and just relax. Our army has been built up over the years and is more than capable of handling things while we're gone..." I tried to collect myself before I struck him across the face. Excusing myself, I stand up from my seat, my chair falling behind me, I rush towards the doors. Pushing against them with all my might, they don't budge. Rattling the door knobs, I bang against the doors, calling out to anyone that could hear me.

"Someone please, open the door! I want to leave- I need to leave!" Alex appears behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Honey, I have the key, they couldn't even open it if they wanted to." I start to cry.

"What did you do?" I turn towards him fighting his hold as he calmly pulls me against his chest. A smile, a warm genuine smile, tugs at his features.

"What are you talking about, Darling?"

"I'm not stupid. I'm not blind. You obviously had something to do with this." I manage to push him off, backing off to another corner of the room. Using the table, I generate some ounce of distance between us. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, an obvious chase about to ensue. "This is all too convenient for you. Your parents never liked me. They wouldn't want you to marry me. They'd rather find a way to bargain for a princess of a rival village to marry you, even in death, they'd find a way." He chuckles.

"Is that so?" His chuckles turn into full on laughs. "Honestly Darling, you should be thankful. I did this for you- for us!" My mind was spinning, it felt as though the room was swaying. My dinner threatened to come back up. "Elise!" A chambermaid knocks on the door and Alex goes to unlock it. He promptly grabs me by the arm and drags me away from Alex. As I followed them outside the room, I managed to slip from their grip, running out into the court yard. The chambermaid called for me to come back. I managed to make it outside of the castle and out towards the front of the building, the garden beds that decorate it, helping me to relax. Sneaking towards the exit of the castle walls, I'm immediately dragged back inside by one of the guards. The guard who had found me carried me on his shoulder I was unable to see anything besides his back. The creaking of a door alerts me that I've reached my destination. As I'm put back onto my feet, the guard kicks me down the stairs of the wine cellar. All of the lights are off, the void effectively swallowing me whole. The only source of light being at the top of the stairs, where Alex appears at the door. With a disappointed look on his face, I try to get up and race towards the top.

"Alex, please!"

"You had your chance. I think you need to take a time-out to learn your place. I'll see you in the morning, Darling."

My only source of light is snuffed out by my future husband. By the time I reach the top of the stairs, the turn of the key, clicks the lock in place. The cold, empty void drags me back down stairs.

I am swallowed whole, and never seen again.

[dark-side-blog3]

Can you please recommend any books with yandere characters? Or like any good media that contains these type of charas

I'm sure if you read me you probably read the source material, such as Jojo with the canon yandere's and Obey me with possessive traits being canonically attractive in the devildom, and so on and so forth.

Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas has a yandere character go after the main character's wife— literally imprisoning the main character during his wedding, and spending the next five years seducing his wife to love him instead, and fabricating the main character's death certificate from the prison he was sent to.

The phantom of the opera is actually based off a book! And it’s fantastic! I’m sure everyone knows of this story by now from the musicals and moives, but the original book is much darker.

R.L Stein used to write for teen audiences before Goosebumps became his big thing, he wrote horror aimed at older teens and young adults. One such example is the script for Eye Candy! Eye Candy is a TV show about a super conventionally attractive girl putting up online that she's looking for a boyfriend, and getting herself a harem of guys online. It's all going great until one of them finds her house and starts sending letters threatening her, saying that if she ever says no to him he'll fuck her up. It got cancelled before it got an ending, so there's a massive cliffhanger, but it is so good!

There are more things out there I'm sure, but these are my favourites :)

[croakego]

Cannot look for history shit on Twitter bc it's all fascists and can't look for it here cause its all "Yandere!Alexander the Great X Female!Peasant!Reader"

[aphroditelovesu]

The Lost Queen - I

— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader

— word count: +1,592.

— tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom , @hadesnewpersephone

— the lost queen series masterlist.

Chapter 1

''This is so annoying.''

You looked up only to find your friend glaring at you angrily. You cleared your throat and asked her, ''What's so annoying?''

''All of this!'' She snarled, pointed at the history books on the table. You were in the library, studying about Alexander the Great at the request of your history teacher. Your friend complained, she hated history class and the teacher. You didn't hate the classes, but you didn't like Mr. Sheffield. He was so arrogant and brazen. You were sure he was getting involved with a student, but you had no proof.

Yet.

''I know you're angry but there's no need to take it out on the poor books, May.'' You scolded her and picked up the book she had nearly torn up in her anger. ''Besides, if you screw up this book, you'll have to buy another one.''

''I don't care about that book!'' May snarled and pulled your hands towards her, ''(Y/N), please tell me that you found something rotten about Mr. Sheffield to get rid of him for good?''

You rolled your eyes. Had this. You've kind of become a spy in the meantime, trying to find something about your terrible history teacher and get rid of him. It wasn't ethical, you knew, but you'd do anything to get rid of that bastard. You already had noticed him looking at your legs shamelessly when you wore a skirt or shorts.

''I'm looking for. It's not that easy, you know? I'm not a professional spy.'' You grumbled and went back to your reading. You were reading about the Battle of Issus and its importance in the conquest of the Persian Empire.

May mumbled something unintelligible and you patted her neck comfortingly.

''Here, can we continue our reading, please? We have a work about this topic and I want the highest grade.''

''You're such a nerd, (N/N).'' You and her both laughed and she went back to trying to focus on the open book in front of her. Each was reading about different battles to get the job done faster. As you read about the Battle of Issus, May read about  the Granicus.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally removed your sneakers and could lie down on your bed. The day was long and exhausting and you just wanted to be able to sleep until you became one with your bed.

But unfortunately you couldn't. You had to go to the market at your mother's request to buy some vegetables. The thought made you more tired but you were a good daughter and for that, just for that, you got up and went to the bathroom for a much needed shower, as you had been sweating all day due to the infernal heat it was doing.

''Ugh.'' You grumbled after getting out of the shower. You had taken a little longer than you normally would, but you felt so tired and the hot water helped to relax your sore muscles. It was a shame you couldn't just fall asleep

You dried your body and put on some comfortable clothes and put your sneakers back on. You took your phone and your headphones, putting some upbeat music on Spotify and put your phone inside the small bag that had the money to buy the vegetables at the market. As soon as you left the house, you closed the door and started walking towards your destiny.

The music was the only thing that enveloped you and you didn't notice someone calling you until they grabbed your shoulders, startling you.

''What the hell?'' You mumbled and looked at whoever had stopped you. You frowned as you didn't know the older man who glared at you sinisterly.

You felt disturbed by the man's piercing gaze on you, ''Hm... Hi?''

He didn't answer you and continued to watch you intently. This was getting creepy and bizarre.

''Uh... Since you're not going to say anything, I... I'll go...'' You were about to put your earphone back on, when he grabbed your right arm. ''Let me go, now.''

He glared at you and let go of your arm slowly, you pulled your arm back when he let go. He spoke, in a low voice but you heard it loud and clear: ''The shadows of fate surround you... The world will never be the same for you, girl.''

''What?'' You asked but he looked at you for the last time, smiled weakly and turned his back, leaving you standing on the sidewalk and thinking about the man's sinister words. ''Must be just another crazy dude...'' You shook your head and decided to continue going to the market.

You ignored the squeezing of your heart inside your chest, ignored the feeling that something was wrong. And that was your first biggest mistake.

You left the market with bags in your hand, still thinking about the mysterious man's words. What was it? Why was this bothering you so much? And why did you feel a tightness in your heart as if something was wrong? You shrugged, deciding to ignore it all and go home as soon as possible, but first you had one last place to go. At a bookstore, you wanted to buy a new book that you heard had arrived and you felt very anxious about reading it. As if you have to read it.

You smiled brightly when you arrived at the store, opening the door to find hundreds of books. You put away the bags you were holding and headed to the history book section. For some reason, ever since you've read about the Battle of Issus, you've found yourself wanting to learn more about Alexander the Great. You could look up wikipedia, but you'd rather read a book.

Approaching the shelf, you found the book you were looking for, The Life of Alexander the Great, and opened it to flip through. You decided to take it and paid for the book at the register, picking up your bags and putting away the new book. You were eager to start reading it.

As soon as you got home, you packed your groceries and ran with your book to your room, changing clothes and putting on your favorite pajamas, lay down on the bed and opened the book to the first chapter. Your eyes read each word eagerly and you frowned as you read the next paragraph:

''Alexander was married with a woman of an unknown origin and he was deeply in love with her and devoted, according to sources at the time. Her name was (Y/N)..."

And why did your head begin to throb painfully? You tried to stay awake, but your eyes were too heavy and the headache made it worse. Maybe a nap... You bookmarked the page you left off and placed the book on the corner table and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, your body in desperate need of a rest.

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in your room.

You tried to get up but your body still ached, you groaned in pain as your head throbbed again. What was that?

Finally managing to sit up, you looked around and felt dread creep through your body. You didn't know this place, much less the people who watched you cautiously and suspiciously. Your eyes widened when you noticed the ancient greek armor and swords in their hands and even more when you saw the symbol of Ancient Macedonian. Vergina Sun.

You recognized the symbol from the history books. This was a dream, it had to be, but if it was a dream, why did you feel pain and feel like you knew these people who looked at you like an alien. And you felt embarrassed when you noticed that you were still in your pajamas, dressed completely differently from the men who were looking at you.

''What are you doing?'' A loud authoritative voice echoed and you cringed even more. First, the person who was speaking approached the group of men along with another slightly taller man and second, why did you understand them? It wasn't the language you spoke, you knew that as it sounded nothing like your mother tongue but much more different. Greek, you noticed and that left you even more perplexed.

You didn't understand greek as far as you knew.

''What is that? Who are you?'' The man dressed more formally than the others, asked looking at you curiously. He had dark blonde hair and his eyes were two colors, blue and brown. He wasn't very tall, but you felt small with the way he looked at you. He seemed to be the leader, you noticed.

You looked like a fish out of water and one of the men laughed and said, ''Looks like she's lost her tongue, Alexander.''

Alexander... You widened your eyes even more and walked away from the grip of the man who was holding you. No... It couldn't be...

You had read a book about him... And his appearance...

By god... You were face to face with Alexander the Great.

— lady l: I hope you liked the first chapter. This was her introduction to the ancient world and the next few will see (Y/N)'s interaction with Alexander and the others.

It has not yet been proofread and may contain errors, so I apologize for that. Until the next chapter my loves!

[floatyflowers]

Dark! Platonic Alexander the Great x illegitimate! Daughter reader?

He had you when he was really young, barely fifteen years old.

Even though many men back then had children younger than his age.

Alexander didn't give you up, in fact, he insisted that you stay by his side, not caring for the criticism lashed towards him.

Not only that, but also tried to convince his father to legalizes you.

But his father refused to do so.

However, when King Philip II gets assassinated, and your father becomes king at twenty-one, the first thing he does is claim you as his true-born child.

For the Macedonian Greek king, you were not just a child related to him by blood...

You are the daughter he spends long nights telling about his glorious fights and hunts.

Unlike his father who belittles his achievements, you always seem excited to listen to him.

Also, you have the same interests as him, you love to always learn and improve even as a young child.

Alexander decided to bring you with him on his conquests, even though his mother, Olympias objected to the idea, stating that war is no place for a girl.

But your father insisted that you shall come with him because you are his daughter.

Of course, he kept you protected away from the battle field.

One time, Cleitus, one of the generals, flirted with you during the celebration of one of your father's victories.

Alexander got word of that and killed his friend with his own hands in drunken fury.

As years pass by, your health becomes more frail, and you start to pass out during long journeys.

Alexander appointed the highest physicians to cure you, but they failed to even find out what is making you so weak in the first place.

On your deathbed, you keep mumbling your father's name while Alexander keeps holding your hand, pleading for his gods to save you.

"Father...Father"

"Don't leave your father alone, (Y/n), don't be so cruel" the conqueror choked out the words, with tears falling down his face

But unfortunately, you passed away at the age of seventeen, leaving your father heartbroken and feeling great guilt.

Alexander also died a few months later from typhoid fever.

His last request was that they move your body to his tomb, so he can find you again in the afterlife.

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do RE Alfred Ashford Yandere being in love with a small female reader and getting overprotective

I mean, Alexia is in the current drafts so, sure! This became more of a general concept than I thought so there's that. He acts similar generally, also.

Also, sorry if his character turned out wrong! I can't find his personality anywhere online. I will rewrite him as a general Yandere concept if I knew his personality.

Spoilers for Code Veronica below for those who want to watch/play it.

Yandere! Alfred Ashford with Short! Darling

Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere like behavior, Possessive behavior, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Slight sadism, Clingy behavior, Forced relationship, Implied trauma.

- We can see in Code Veronica and Darkside Chronicles that what has happened in Alfred's life has made him go insane.

- His sister, Alexia, had been sealed away for years to continue her research.

- His father, Alexander, had been 'missing' for 15 years at about that time also.

- Only Alexia and Alfred knew what happened to him, but that was just what his butler had said.

- It's no surprise that this causes Alfred to be anxious and lonely.

- His family had disappeared at the young age of 12, leaving him the head of the family.

- Due to the adoration he had for his genius sister also, he had created another persona dedicated to her.

- Let's say how you fit in this story is as a servant before the virus infection of Rockfort Island.

- You slowly begin to learn when you work in the Ashford mansion that Alfred is a little troubling.

- He shows great anxiety towards outsiders and you even hear him talking to himself in a high pitched voice in his room.

- You're already on edge around him when working to care for his needs, which is usually just housekeeping.

- Strangely enough, Alfred actually takes interest in the new short maid they have.

- Alfred does his best to compose himself as serious around others.

- But you, he wants to play little 'innocent' games with to satiate his lonely thoughts.

- "You, there. Why don't we do something together?"

- Alfred's Yandere behavior is Obsessive, Clingy, Possessive, Manipulative, and Sadistic.

- Once he deems you as trustworthy, Alfred's always hunting you down to chat.

- Even if you hate associating with the taller man you can't ever find yourself away from him.

- He's smart and you wouldn't be surprised if he used the mansion's cameras to spot you.

- Alfred, like he did with Alexia, probably also writes about you in his letters and diaries.

- Proclaiming love for the maid he's been obsessing over like some teenage boy.

- Saying how the two of you would worship Alexia upon her return to him.

- "Alexia would just adore you! She'd rule over them all and we'd serve as her faithful servants. It would be an honor to do it together!"

- Alfred's more clingy and eager behavior happens when you're called away for your duties by other servants.

- The man quickly shaking his head and holding you close before glaring at whoever dared to take you away.

- "Not yet! I have not said for her to be dismissed yet. We're busy, can't you see!?"

- This also shows how possessive he can be.

- Never wanting other servants to be around you long, showing up to put a stop to a conversation he didn't like.

- The young Ashford even wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin atop your head.

- His glare is cold before he insists on pulling you away to work on something else.

- "Alexia simply wouldn't approve of this! Come with me, (Y/N). I have a new job for you."

- His new jobs usually consist of his aforementioned games, which also shows his manipulative and sadistic behavior.

- It can range from games of Chess, to games of chase.

- Acting as though you're some small animal for him to 'hunt' around the mansion.

- But no harm will come to you!

- He could never hurt you.

- Alfred feels he needs you, only wanting to keep you to himself and protect you rather than hurt you.

- He's only sadistic due to his choice of games.

- Often involving some sort of 'hunt', you as the prize and him as hunter.

- "Go on and run! I'll catch you quickly you'll see~!"

- It also feels like a warning if you ever did try to run for real.

- You can't leave him alone in this mansion, the doors will be locked and others will keep you in.

- You'll be forced to follow along with his plans even if you don't want to.

- "Maid, where do you think you're going? This isn't part of our game. You'll be staying here in this mansion with me, will you not?"

[yandere-daydreams]

So, what about a Yandere with a dead darling. And not like someone who recently died, but an ancient historical figure, someone like Joan of Arc or Alexander the Great.

That's just being queer in elementary school. I had a straight-up shrine to Bessie Colemon, first female african-american pilot in the US, from grades three through five. It was a godless time.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Abominable Part 1

Pairing: mage!Peter Parker x mage!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, murders, possible gore in the future chapters, pretty dark story overall.

Words: 1543

Summary: An investigator of the Mage's Association, you are sent to discover the mystery behind a series of murders before more sinister events take place.

P.S. This was inspired by The Garden of Sinners particularly. I loved it dearly when I was a teenager.

To avoid any confusion, the reader is neither good nor bad due to the nature of her profession. Peter is an adult.

____________

Stepping on a platform with a vintage Samsonite briefcase in your hand, you looked at the people standing aside, most of them waiting for other passengers to leave the train. Although you knew the face of a magus who was supposed to meet you, it was hard to recognize him in the crowd, and you stared at all those people in front of you, clenching the briefcase’s handle. You hated waiting.

Of course, Lord Pierce wasn’t too happy with your arrival: the old fool thought he was untouchable even after a series of murders and an unnatural magic activity in Tombra that got the Mage's Association alarmed. You remembered the revulsion in Mr. Stark’s voice when he talked of Alexander. The old aristocracy, Lord Pierce was an outstanding magus who had long abandoned practicing any decent magic and instead preferred to exploit the strength of his numerous successors. While he still had some friends in the Association, Stark hated him greatly and was happy to remind him who was in control.

Naturally, Pierce knew why you came to Tombra, and the conversation between you two didn’t go well. You didn’t hide your intentions: you were the Investigator of the Clock Tower, and your job was to figure out what was happening in that megalopolis where Lord Pierce resided proudly. It meant you were going to be a great disturbance and a possible danger to many aristocratic families under Alexander’s protection. 

It wasn’t surprising he chose the most useless assistant to help you find out the truth. His name was Peter Parker, and he was class D+ magus who attended neither Clock Tower nor Atlas Academy. His role was to slow you down, you thought and sighed. 

Suddenly, you saw a familiar face when a young man hurried to you, his cheeks red, sweat running down his face: apparently, he was late. You snickered, looking at his formal attire - his black tie was so long as if he stole it from his father.

Once he was close enough, the young man stood tall, at attention, waiting for you to say something as he stared at you with awe and horror.

“Lady Ragna of the Clock Tower,” you named your rank coldly, and your companion nervously bit his lower lip, acting exactly how you expected of him.

“Peter of Tombra! Pleased to make your acquaintance!” He sounded too excited, and his hands were trembling a little, although he tried hiding it.

Gods, what was he good for in a situation like this, unless he possessed some extraordinary powers not stated in his file? Well, now was the time to discover that, you thought as you narrowed your eyes at the young man.

"Your primary magecraft?"

"B-bounded fields and healing!"

Nothing spectacular there, but bounded fields could be of use to you if you would ever be attacked while performing magic.

"Elements?"

"Water and wind!"

This was better: magi controlling more than one element were still rare, and the boy could make a nice apprentice if he were to be send to the Clock Tower. Besides, with Tombra surrounded by a river, a liquid manipulation skill Peter definitely possessed could be valuable, too.

"Magic circuit composition?"

"N-normal?"

"Any familiars?"

"None."

He was clearly feeling like a mouse in front of a snake, his face getting even more red with every second, and you found the situation rather funny.

"Your motto?" You stared him dead in the eye.

For a second Peter looked horrified, his mouth slightly open as if he were to say something, but you heard no sound coming from him. Then, as if struck by lightning, he gibbered with fear, "Live p-proudly?"

Oh boy. He really thought you were being serious when you talked rubbish with a stony face. If anybody was to talk about a personal motto, even the most pretentious magi of the Clock Tower would burst out laughing.

Rolling your eyes skyward, a gleam of deviltry in them, you smirked, "It was a joke. Don't ever use a motto, it's a terrible idea."

"Thank goodness! I thought it's something high magi of Clock Tower have." The next second Peter made a sigh of relief, and then the both of you laughed loudly, making other people on the platform throw glances at you.

Although you realized the young man had much less experience than you, you still felt he would be fun to have around. If he could make your life a little easier, you would accept his help.

Moving away from the platform and soon passing through the station's hall, you went straight to the city streets instead of catching a taxi. Peter hurried after you, still perplexed at your refusal to let him carry your bag - you guessed he expected you to boss him around, and it made you chuckle. What Pierce was doing with young magi here if Peter had such an impression about higher-ups?

"Lady Ragna, I was informed that the cottage where you chose to stay is in the suburbs. Did you decide to change it?" He asked, seeing you walking to a completely different place.

"No, it's the same cottage. If you wonder why we aren't driving there right now, I'd prefer to patrol the streets tonight to get to know the city. We can discuss the details of the job in the meantime."

You walked away fast, not looking at your companion anymore and watching the night city instead: you had never been to Tombra before, but many magi from the Clock Tower were born there, and their talk about the city always made you a little jealous. Born in a small town to a simple human woman who knew nothing of magic, you always wished to know what it was like to grow up in a true magic society like the one in Tombra, a home to many noble families, albeit smaller and less significant than those living in the capital. 

The city looked exactly like you imagined it: giant grey buildings stood besides the streets, and while they didn't look particularly pretty, you loved those countless neon signages and bright posters that were shining even in the darkness of the night. The streets were busy with tourists admiring the city, couples walking out of the fancy restaurants and cinemas, and young people, recklessly snooping around some nightclubs and bars, trying to get in despite the security glaring at them and requiring them to show their ID cards while the kids pretended they forgot them. There was also a small marketplace with colorful food trucks and booths, offering both local and international cuisine, and you blended into the crowd immediately, taking some crepes and then buying takoyaki - Peter, following you like a puppy, looked shocked.

"I can't do my job on an empty stomach," you smirked and handed him some takoyaki.

Funny enough, he accepted the second you showed the plastic plate into his hands, eating so hungrily as if he had been starving the whole day.

"Well, now since I feel a bit better, let's talk business," you motioned the young man to follow you, and turned to a narrow alley, leaving the noisy market that was going to be full of people for at least a couple of hours more. "Do you have any idea why I have been sent by the Association?"

Licking his fingers, Peter looked somewhat shyly at you, probably afraid he would say something silly, "From what I understand, the reason is some unnatural magic activity the Association couldn't trace, and the involvement of its user in several murders."

"Correct." Crossing the alley, you scratched the chipped paint from an old building in front of you and looked at your fingers, furrowing your brows. "To be precise, the reason why the Association didn't leave these murders to a human police is the method how these murders were carried on. Whoever did it pretty much sucked the soul out of victims' bodies."

Peter frowned, staying still while you kept examining the concrete wall in front of you, drawing strange symbols that started glowing immediately as you finished them.

"It may sounds funny, but the ritual necessary to prevent the soul of a dead person to come back to Akasha is known only to a couple of magi, and each of them is considered a great danger to the society by the Association. This alone is a threat, but Mr. Stark's other concern is the indefinite nature of magic practiced in Tombra. It is likely that the magus responsible for the deaths is planning something much more sinister, and we can't allow this to happen."

Finding what you were looking for, you nodded to yourself and moved further, Peter walking right beside you with a concerned expression on his face. He was probably surprised you didn't need his guidance, but you spent the last three days memorizing Tombra's map.

"Do you mean that the souls of victims can be combined to become a power source for some... dark ritual or something?" He asked nervously, licking his lips.

You smirked, turning to him and pointing to the wall of the next building that started to glow subtly as you got close, "Exactly, Peter."

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Who’s the cunt on Nasu’s writing team who decided to straightwash Hephaestion?

“this lady is Hephaestion but dont worry not really. Even though we’re calling them Hephaestion, they’re taking Hephaestion’s place, and we aren’t putting the actual Hephaestion in. But we definitely didn’t replace Hephaestion the famous suspected gay lover of Alexander the Great with a woman.”

I look forward to Patrocolus being a big titted yandere or some shit. Fucking christ. I remember saying to my friend “i hope Pretender doesn’t become the new Alter Ego where they have no idea what to do with it and haphazardly throw the title about while wholly losing track of what was cool about it.” AND HEY I’M BORDERLINE PROVEN RIGHT LITERALLY THE SECOND ENTRY IN THE CLASS. THE LIST OF BETTER PICKS IS PAGES LONG.

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Summary of CobyCobs Uberhood (In chronological order, YAY!!).

(ATTENTION: This summary contains Headcanons made by me, so nothing here presented below is canon, There are also many random images, to make this summary a bit funny hehe, I hope you like it)

It all starts in Veronaville, the Capp family and the Monty family start a big family fight in which they involve their friends: The Hashimoto family (Japanese family and friend of the Capp), and the Wilson family (French family and friend of the Monty ), During that conflict, Goneril (Eldest daughter of Consort and Contessa) must marry Albany, because it is an arranged marriage, while her sister Cordelia lives happily with her boyfriend and future husband Caliban.

Meanwhile in Pleasantview.

The Goth family has had a great impact throughout SimNation, due to its great friendship with the Dunnoff family (especially because of the relationship between Alexander and Ekaterina, who would be a kind of "Brat Pitt and Angelina"). Mortimer and Cassandra are concerned about Bella's "disappearance" and Alexander´s  relationship with the blonde girl.Cassandra wants to get revenge on Don (Her husband), since he has cheated on her many times, but Mortimer does not want his daughter to make the same mistake as Don.

With the Caliente Sisters

The life of the Caliente sisters has gone from worse to worse... Dina has murdered Bella and Michael, just to get more and more money, while Nina, just wants to start over. Learning of his wife's murder, Mortimer confronts Dina, causing her to be arrested.

Meanwhile, with the Montero family.

Anastasia and Vladimir are looking for a possible heir to the Montero mansion, since none of their grandchildren have been interested in the mansion (except for the Montero girls: Gabriella, Lola and Ekaterina). Anastasia does not want the three girls to be the heirs due to their "Improper Conduct". The Montero girls apparently don't get along very well, Ekaterina proved to be a "spoiled brat" with her cousins ​​Lola and Gabriella, whom she treats very badly.

Determined, Gabriella calls a Gipsy to look for a blind date (Since she would cause the worst in this Uberhood series, so it's Gaby's fault... Gabriella Sensal you're Cancelled).

So, Ekaterina meets the Gipsy, who makes her a blind date with someone...

And here we meet the most yandere sim in the entire history of this series...

GEOFF RUTHERFORD.

Geoff is OBSESSED with Ekaterina, so he does ANYTHING to get her to notice him: From having a glow up to murdering Alexander... (Did I mention Geoff is a yandere?).

At a sleepover that the Montero Girls, Darren Dreamer, Gabriel Green and Alexander Goth did.

Geoff, his sister Marissa Cleveland and his brother-in-law Jason Cleveland kidnap Alexander.

Back in Veronaville.

Everything seems to be going very well, The Capps have a masquerade party attended by The Summerdream, Cassandra Goth, Ekaterina Dunnoff and... Daniel Pleasant (*Screams*).

Well, I forgot to mention that first of all... Ekaterina was cheating on Alexander with Daniel Pleasant, a soccer player, who is engaged to Mary Sue Oldie, a judge who is starting her career. During the party, Contessa and Titania Summerdream have Woohoo and are discovered by Cassandra, who also discovers that Ekaterina was cheating on her brother with her friend's fiancé.

Later...

Several things happen... (And none of them good).

Alexander dies, due to Geoff, Jason, Marissa and Carlos Contender having him kidnapped from Carlos' house.

Mortimer and Cassandra find out and get depressed...

Gabriella marries Darren Dreamer, and in the middle of the party, Ella and her sister Lola start gossiping about Geoff, which makes Ekaterina angry. Angry and a little scared, the blonde girl goes on vacation to relax. Where she is reunited with Geoff, who kidnaps her and brainwashes her into getting married.

And so, Geoff and Ekaterina get married and have children... LOTS of children.

And so we conclude the first part of the summary of CobyCobs Uberhood.