#yandere ed nygma x reader

[cvrnelians]

my sweetest friend (one shot)

dark!ed nygma x reader: And then one day, he got it. He finally got it. If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, violence, non-con themes. minors DNI.

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There is a threshold for pain. Chronic or acute, it doesn’t matter.

Everybody has their limits.

Ed knew this better than anyone. He was always made very aware of his limitations, for as long as he could remember. In spite of his intellect (and sometimes even because of it), he felt like an alien all his life. To understand people and to simultaneously be so disconnected from them was a confusing way to live. He was clever obviously, but too awkward to fully embody it, to carry that sharpness. Handsome in his own estimation, but not enough to distract from his quirks. Cheerful and friendly, but a massive pushover. A punching bag. A coward.

Pathetic.

Long before all of this, deep down he knew that he had to make some changes if he wanted to be happy. He had to stand up for himself.

But here was the kicker: it seemed like the more he tried to tap into his strengths, the more disdain people had for him. Now that he presented himself differently, viewed himself differently—now that he stopped underselling and underestimating himself, now that he embraced who he truly was—people seemed to despise him even more. But he wasn’t just an annoying little fly buzzing around in the periphery now. No. Not this Ed. Not anymore.

Now people saw him as more of a rattlesnake than a fly. The idea really did amuse him. So he robbed a few banks and made a couple of bomb threats. Big deal. If only all these moronic locals that saw him on the news knew what he was like before The Riddler started coming around. He supposed it was better this way, though. Being maligned felt a lot more empowering than being mistreated.

Not to mention, he had you now.

But he was also losing you. This was not unlike before, and yet it was also radically different. This situation with you...it was quite the conundrum. Confusing. Confounding.

Infuriating.

Before he kidnapped you, he had you in a different way. He had your friendship. He had your support. He had your love and attention. He had your adoration and affection, even if it was strictly platonic. But that was just it. Year after year, your relationship began as and would continue to remain platonic. He rolled his eyes at the thought, just as he’d done so many times before. Friends. You used to say it all the time.

“I’m so glad we’re friends, Eddie.”

Bittersweet was the most fitting word for it. A warm hug followed by a killer punch to the gut. Ed loved that you made it a point to include him in your life (and more importantly, that you showed interest in his). But he didn’t want to be your friend. He never wanted to be your friend. Still, you were there. He may not have had you in the way he truly wanted, but you genuinely cared about him. For a while, that was enough.

But again, everybody has their limits.

“I can be cracked. I can be made. I can be told. I can be played. What am I?” he mumbled to himself, fumbling around with the glow-in-the-dark rubik's cube you had gotten him for his birthday all those years ago. He could recall solving it in a matter of minutes back then, but now for whatever reason he was struggling to piece it together. This was also infuriating. He blamed it on his nerves. The past few days had been nothing if not nerve wracking. He turned to stare out the window, trying his best to quietly kill time as he waited for you to wake up. It was the one window in the house big enough for him to sit comfortably along the window seat. The others were way too small to accommodate his height. Rain pelted down against the windowpane in thick sheets, blurring the gloomy image of the city down below.

Ed wasn’t completely void of empathy. He understood why you were upset with him for not letting you go outside. But it was kind of funny, really. You weren’t missing out on much.

Well, that wasn’t technically true. It was Gotham. There was always some madness going on.

Nothing safe or enjoyable, though.

As the years dragged on, Ed’s resentment grew. “I must just have a punchable face,” he would say, given how he managed to alienate most everyone in his life. His strangeness became particularly evident when he got his first (and last) job working in forensics. His coworkers at the GCPD were about as fond of his riddles and sparkling personality as his classmates had been growing up. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Was it really so hard to give credit where credit was due? Was it really that difficult to show a little appreciation to someone that proved to be so useful, to give somebody a bit of positive reinforcement or encouragement every once in a while? Was he really that unlikable?

And then one day, he got it. He finally got it.

If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.

That resentment continued to grow, but not only towards his coworkers. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he also began to resent you. Yes, you. The only person who once upon a time, supplied him the steady stream of the validation he had been so desperately pining for.

His anger towards you was really pretty simple in its origins. You didn’t view him as an option romantically. You hadn’t even thought about it. He could see it. And in Ed's eyes, this was completely ridiculous.

It was just so illogical. He was clearly the best option for you. He was the option. Why wouldn’t he be irked by you for failing to recognize something so blatantly obvious? You were so much smarter than that.

But looking at you now—bruised and battered, tied up tight in his bed—he was becoming increasingly aware of the pain his faults and limitations had caused. Not only to him, but to others as well.

He still had you, but only in proximity. In possession. He didn't really have you. Not mentally, not emotionally. He didn’t have your heart anymore. Not even as a friend.

Although he promised himself he wouldn’t, he was beginning to slowly force his affection on you. Perhaps that was what kicked this all off in the first place. Tying you up and cuddling you, kissing you, playing with your hair, “accidentally” groping you. Admonishing you with the threat of withholding basic necessities if you ignored or upset him. Screaming at you, taunting you, slapping you in the face when you refused to say or do what he wanted. Just a few hours prior, he had done all of the above.

“You think I want to do this? You think I want to hurt you, that I’m some horrible monster?” he mocked, his voice cracking. He felt like he was jumping out of his skin, shaking from the adrenaline as he trapped you underneath him. As angry as he was, he still hated seeing you so distressed. "Distressed" was putting it pretty mildly, actually.

Petrified. You were petrified. And it made him sick to his stomach.

He had seen you upset dozens of times before, but it was an entirely new feeling knowing he had been the cause. Equal parts powerful and devastating. Was it sick that a tiny part of him liked that he could affect you emotionally on that level?

It made him a little afraid of himself.

“Please say it. Please say it. I don’t care if you cry while you say it, just say it!"

This had been a lie, of course. He did care when you cried, which you did an awful lot of lately. He cared very much. You never smiled at him anymore. Not once since he brought you home.

Not once.

He clamped his eyes shut, willing his mind to go blank, to shake the memory away like an etch-a-sketch. His own words echoed around in his head, punctuated by multiple slaps to your face.

“Just tell me you love me and I’ll stop. Tell me you love me and I’ll stop!”

He hit you six more times before he finally gave up and collapsed on top of you. There was a moment of silence as you both caught your breath. And then finally, finally you spoke.

But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear.

Your voice was strained from crying so hard. “I trusted you.”

Ed realized he had lost a little piece of himself that night. He thought he already arrived there long ago, but he was wrong. He had finally, finally reached his threshold. Evidently, so had you.

You cried together. He wondered if the pit in his stomach would ever go away after that.

“A joke.”

"Jesus Christ!" Ed jumped and knocked his head against the wall, nearly dropping the rubik’s cube in the process. He turned to face you, all dark circles and glassy eyes. Your voice had come out just as raspy as it was the other night, only this time it was due to a deep and much needed sleep. “You startled me.”

“A joke,” you repeated.

His brow furrowed, confused.

“I can be cracked, I can…I don’t know,” you sighed. “Your riddle.”

His heart swelled. You were willing to indulge him, even after all of that?

So he did have you.

He smiled, an earnest, warm little smile. “Correct.”

Oh, how correct you were. A joke. The universe was playing a joke on him, and a very cruel one at that. You hated him, and yet some small part of you still loved him. Not to mention, you owed him. He had been single handedly taking care of you for weeks now. So what if you were tied up in his bed? What did that mean in the grand scheme of things, so long as you two were together?

“Well, sleepyhead,” he cleared his throat, trying his best to appear composed. He stood from his spot along the window seat and began slowly walking towards you, setting the rubik’s cube on the bedside table. “Are you ready to talk?”

💌

“The less of me you have, the more I am worth. Treat me with care, as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”

(a reupload)

[zv5x]

What would Edward do if his darling (after he brings her home) is genuinely scared of him? Like she doesn’t fight him or any, just is in shock and cries because she doesn’t want to get hurt. What would he do to calm her down and transition his darling into ‘Stockholm Syndrome’?

Yan!Riddler • Terrified!Reader

warning for delusional and abusive mindsets, use of the yandere trope, toxic relationships, hostage situations, long term psychological abuse, Stockholm Syndrome/trauma bonding, restraining / "training"

 ❔In the situation where the object of his obsession shows terror because of him, rather than anger or resentment, the delusions he holds regarding his darling will only worsen. His original idea is that his darling is scared, alone and confused. He believes firmly that they need his love to operate, instead of believing in the reality that the situation highlights quite the opposite. He expects that his darling is just as needy and obsessive as he is, and a darling that is terrified of his image will be labeled as "shy" or "doe-like" rather than what they actually are expressing. The views and opinions of Edward's darling are not looked over, if not completely irrelevant. His nihilistic outlook on Gotham city life completely overtakes his ideas of psychological mercy, and will gladly force his darling into sessions of physical affecion because he believes his darling is scared of the city rather than of himself. In his eyes, you have no reason to be afraid anymore, but he still respects that you're being "careful when faced with someone you don't know". Whether that be because he thinks you're staying loyal for him, your soulmate, or because he thinks you're simply scared around any person who crawls in the city is up for minor debate. 

💚 When it truly solidifies in Edward's mind that you're scared of him, however that realization makes its way past his defensive walls, he'll be disheartened to say the least. Though, he'll put it on his own shoulders to fix you. He'll spend his time scanning newspapers, looking for articles highlighting the worst of Gotham before looking for articles regarding himself or Batman. Helping you is at the forefront of his mind, and Edward will show you the dire situation at hand in the form of his very own presentation. Subway assaults, robbery's, domestic violence commited against women and children, he'll cut out snippets describing such and paste them all in a neatly organized notebook. On the contrary, he'll have stories prepared of how he's helped with the cleaning of this mess. Does the exploitation of women upset you? He's picked off a few politicians who did just that, so that's a few less women who have to worry now. Constantly looking over your shoulder because of robberies or general villains? You must know, he's followed you home ever since he first met you. Anyone who's thought to do something like that to you was completely shooed off or killed on the spot, so you didn't have to risk getting harmed. By the end of the night, he'll expect you to be thanking him in whatever way you see fit. Even staying silent will be enough for him, crying too. You're silent because you're shocked a citygoer could be so kind, or, you're crying tears of complete joy. 

❔As a way to get you used to his company, Edward will force you into cuddle sessions of various types. Holding you in his lap, laying his head in yours, or anything else similar are all on the table for him. He'll give you the sweetest smile he can conjure up, just to see if that'll be enough to comfort you. As touched starved as he assumes you to be, you surely wouldn't mind if he gives you what you've been deprived of for so long right? Of course not. Regardless of whether or not you tremble in his touch, he'll equate it to a mother trying to soothe a crying baby rather than a hostage terrified of the possible concept of their demise. 

The television echoed gently, on the lowest volume possible to allow for a gentle sleep. Your eyes slowly crept over to your side, focusing on one man sound asleep right next to you. He was in more of a sitting position, head laid back with a notebook left open on his stretched out legs. Edward had fallen asleep working again. The chain attached to your ankle rattled as it pulled against the edge of the bed. For a reason you did not yet recognize, you wanted to get closer to him. Immediately at the sound of the chain however, Edward's eyes fluttered open. You frowned at how light of a sleeper he happened to be, now feeling guilt at the fact you seemed to awaken him. 

"Angel?" He yawned, letting his eyes fully adjust to his surroundings. Immediately suspicious considering the chain being what woke him up, Edward squinted at you. "Got somewhere to be?" His tone was laced with suspicion, like a police investigator interrogating a clearly guilty suspect. You shook your head, a genuine response on your end. The only sound was the hum of the television and the occasional light rattling of your chain. It didn't bother you nearly as much as it did when you first came. Now that you were looking at the situation with a clearer head, devoid of the fear you once had, you could see that despite everything he was clearly trying his best. Still, you couldn't help the slight shivers that crept up your spine whenever that man said your name, or anything for that matter. It was still there, there was no doubt about that. However, it was considerably less prominent.

You turned to him, surprising him with a smile. A grin spread across your face was the last thing Edward was expecting, and he couldn't help but smile back at the sight. Was this a sign you were finally coming around? Would the days pinning you against the bed screaming at you to stop struggling against him finally meet their end? He hoped so with every inch of his being, as punishing you for your fear of him wasn't something he wanted to do. From what he's heard however, to train someone you need to correct their behavior immediately. If Edward doesn't wish for you to be afraid of him, then the only reasonable option was for him to reprimand any repulsion or terror you externalize. All those hours poured into the research of such psychology was not wasted thankfully, as you seemed to finally be getting the message he was so desperately trying to give you. 

"I don't think there's any place I'd rather be than here." Was all you said, forever sealing your fate and solidifying you never being able to walk the city streets again.

[thegr33nc0met]

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[papuhater]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃 pt.i

𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦

pt.ii pt.iii pt.iv pt.v pt.vi pt.vii

a/n: hahaha riddler being obbsessive over bruce wayne's lover is brain food and i like writing dark fics, this is rushed cause ye.

pairing: bruce wayne x gn!reader, edward nygma x gn!reader

warnings: BIG yandere riddler moment rn, obsession, stalking, inspired on the song; new magic wand by tyler, the creator, not healthy relationships, guiltrip on edward's part, healthy relationship on bruce's side.

summary: riddler wants bruce wayne out of y/n's frame so he can be in their's, he misses them from the orphanage.

he had always hated how bruce wayne got everything he wanted, he got money and a house, he had a fucking mansion, edward had nothing, bruce wayne had everything he had ever wanted

he even had you.

edward loved you, he wasn't sure bruce wayne did.

bruce wayne didn't went through what you and edward went together,

bruce wayne didn't share a blanket with you on the cold nights of the orphanage,

but due to the antics of destiny, you and bruce wayne met, in your flower store and fell in love, after some time of dating he asked you to marry him.

he hated bruce wayne.

edward couldn't know how you two were together, you two were from different worlds; bruce wayne was a dark, corrupt, rich person.

you were purity made human, your kind eyes would welcome anyone, your hands could hold any heart and treat it like gold.

he wanted him out of your life, he was ruining you and your purity.

his fingers tapped against the keys, making a quick clicking noise, he was making a plan to finish bruce wayne with his followers, he was going to give him the most gruesome death ever possible.

a knock on the door pulled him out of his mind knots, edawrd stood up and walked over to the door, and when he opened it he met an angel,

in the orphanage, they always told him that angels would only exist in the heavens from above, they would sing for the chapels across the world with the most marvelous voice.

when he heard you sing in the choir, he knew you were an angel. when you would stay and make sure that all of the babies would survive the harsh winter. and you still did! you visit the orphanage, that damned building that never deserved having you, on a daily basis.

you would do even more than any politician in gotham, and he loved you because of your caring nature.

"hey ed, how are you feeling today?"

oh

your voice

he could listen to it in an endless loop, his heart soars every time you speak or even breathe near him, it was a perfect balance, a harmonious melody played through vocal cords for this rotten world, if he could just lock you away from everyone, and keep you like his little songbird,

that thought sent shivers down his spine.

"nothing much, just stressful work." he compulsively scratched the back of his neck "how about you?"

"good news, i actually am moving to bruce's house!" ...no

"what?"

"yeah, i'll stop being you roommate after years." no.

he knew you thought about him as your best friend, but he hoped that deep down, you didn't see him as only a friend, he hoped that you wanted him instead of bruce wayne.

"oh.." he morphed his shock into a sorrow, he knew you couldn't stand watching him be sad.

"what's wrong ed?"

"nothing just...i don't really like him."

"who?"

"bruce wayne." he scoffed as if that name carried the bitterest of the taste. he heard you sigh loudly, and then turned to look at him

"edward, you know i lo-"

"i know, ok?! it's just that he doesn't deserve someone like you, y/n! he's fucking trash-" he snapped

"that's for me to choose, edward!" you snapped back at him "if i want to date fucking trash, you just have to let me."

“but I don’t want you to date fucking trash!”

“edward, i’m a grown person, you are not my guardian, so you can not choose who i date or I don’t" you started massaging your temple "ed you are acting like a child, please just let me pick my things."

"but y/n-"

"no buts, edward." he was lightly pushed to a side, while they passed, he froze staring at the wall. you had packed some days ago, you had known this for a long time but you didn't tell him. what will happen in the future? will you lie about anything?

bruce wayne could ruin a lot of things,

but your friendship wasn't one of them, it was sacred.

"but y/n, you can't leave me alone!" he whined from the frame of your door.

"edward you are a grown man, i won't leave you alone" you turned around to face him "i'll continue to work at the flower store near the diner, don't worry, i'll see you in your work breaks."

but he wanted to say you every night, he would wait for you to fall asleep, and he would just watch you breathe every night, you looked ethereal; it wouldn't matter if your hair was a bird's nest when you woke up

you would still be his angel, but now

he wasn't very sure.

he huffed loudly, your eyebrow raised at him when you heard, with a carrion in hand you passed at his side.

"y/n you can't be serious."

"i am, ed, you can take care of yourself, goodbye, i'll call you later."

"bye, y/n, take care."

and just like that, you walked out of the door, after giving him a small side hug. his mask of easygoing and teasing slowly fell as his face morphed into the real disgusted one, you were so innocent....

you were going to see the real world,

even if it meant killing the man you supposedly love.

┊┊┊┊☆┊*🌙*┊☆┊┊┊┊

"honey!"

"darling.." bruce opened his arms and engulfed you in a hug, slitghly raising you, he took a whiff of your scent, and you smelled like home.

"are you ready to go?" he let go of you, and slightly smiled

"yes, i got all of my clothes." you signaled the carrion, he grabbed it and handed it to alfred.

"then let's go, darling." he opened the car's door and got in with you

"i'm excited bruce, i can't wait to see you everyday when i wake up." you smiled over at him and he swore his heart swooned.

his hand rested over yours, giving it a light squeeze and silence was enough for both of you, it screamed everything he wanted to say, but he couldn't find the way.

actions spoke even more than a million words could.

┊┊┊┊☆┊*🌙*┊☆┊┊┊┊

edward knew that actions spoke more than millions of words, so he was doing an action that would speak of his love and his devotion to you.

he announced to his followers that his next target was no one else than....

bruce wayne.

a/n: i wrote this while listening to this: https://youtu.be/CNrPALxuhYY

miranda! best band.

[naquey]

I figured I might as well start a masterlist while I'm at it because I never really had one before, and don't exactly know how to write one. No better way to whack at it, am I right?

Hi! You an call me Naqe or N. I'm aspiring to be an author and have loved writing since I was in fifth grade. It has been my passion for as long as I've known. I write fanfiction as a hobby, and am in college! Surprisingly, I'm fairly new to tumblr despite writing fanfiction for a long time. I started out on Quotev and just recently moved to AO3 under the same name Naqe. I deeply enjoy the fandoms that I am in and the fandoms that I discover.

Basic request and ask ethics:

minors DNI (if you see the above banner on anything nsfw that i've written and you still interact. I will block you)

dms are open to anyone 18+ (im 20 an DO NOT want to be talking to a child for any reason)

don't be an asshole: INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO PROSHIPPING, BATCEST, OR INCEST (if i see you come to my page i will block your ass)

i will not write anything 18+ if asked {(only on my own accord) and even if I do, I use a place holder. No x readers}

no zenophobia, transphobia, homophobia

nothing pertaining to religions (think: religious themes) outside of black butler

i only write for male/gender neutral reader

nothing with yandere or mental illness (even if it isn't glorifying it)

Avatar The Last Airbender Batman Black Butler Ever After High Five Nights At Freddy's Genshin Impact Gravity Falls Harry Potter Marvel Monster High My Hero Academia Twisted Wonderland Nanbaka

[Atla]

-Sokka -Aang -Zukko -Toph -Katara -Uncle Iroh -Mai

[Batman]

-Bruce Wayne/Batman -Dick Grayson/Nightwing -Jason Todd/Red Hood -Tim Drake/Red Robin -Damian Wayne/Robin -Stephanie Brown/Spoiler -Cassandra Cain/Batgirl -Barbara Gordon/Oracle -Helena Wayne/Huntress -Ed Nygma/Riddler -Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin -Harley Quinn -Selena Kyle/Catwoman -Harvey Dent/ Two Face -Turner Haynes -Harper Row/Bluebird -Cullen Row -Duela Dent

[Black Butler]

-Sebastian Michaelis -Ciel Phantomhive -Grell Sutcliff -William T. Spears -Ronald Knox -Undertaker -Madame Red -Bardroy -Finny -Mey-Rin -Gregory Violet -Lawrence Bluer -Herman Greenhill -Edgar Redmond -Vincent Phantomhive -Blavat Sky -Joker -Dagger -Snake

[Ever After High]

-Raven Queen -Madeline Hatter -Lizzie Hearts -Cerise Hood -Darling Charming -Apple White -Daring Charming -Dexter Charming -Hopper Croakington -Hunter Huntsman -Ashlynn Ella -Briar Beauty -Chase Redmond -Sparrow Hood -Duchess Swan -Humphrey Dumpty

[FNAF]

-Mike Schmidt -William Afton -Ness

[Genshin Impact]

-Raiden Shogun -Tighnari -Kuki Shinobu -Neuvillette -Kamisato Ayaka -Kamisato Ayato -Thoma -Kaveh -Kaeya -Alberich -Lisa -Amber -Lumine -Aether -Zhongli -Furina -Venti -Diluc -Rosaria -Keqing -Itto -Kaedhara Kazuha -Shikanoin Heizou -Layla

[Gravity Falls]

-Dipper Pines -Mabel Pines -Bill Cipher -Stanley Pines -Stanford Pines -Robbie Valentino -Thompkins -Soos Ramirez

[Harry Potter]

-Neville Longbottom -Harry Potter -Ron Weasley -Fred Weasley -George Weasley -Hermione Granger -Luna Lovegood -Remus -Lupin -Sirius Black -James Potter -Severus Snape -Regulus Black

[Marvel]

-Spiderman -Doc Ock -Silver Surfer -Loki -Thor -Deadpool

[Monster High]

-Frankie Stein -Deuce Gorgon -Clawd Wolf -Cleo DeNile -Draculara -Clawdeen Wolf -Abbey Bominable -Twyla Boogeyman -Torelai Stripe -Ghoulia Yelps -Holt Hyde -Jackson Jekyll -Manny Taur -Venus McFlytrap -Rochell Goyle -Garrot DuRoque -Robecca Steam -Sparky -Hexiciah Steam

[My Hero Academia]

-Izuku Midoriya -Iida Tenya -Uraraka Ochaco -Bakugou Katsuki -Shinsou Hitoshi -Touya Todoroki -Twice -Mr. Compress -Toga Himiko -Magne -Shigaraki Tomura -Spinner -Overhaul -Hawks -Takeshita

[Twisted Wonderland]

-Cater Diamond -Riddle Rosenheart -Ace Trappola -Deuce Spade -Trey Clover -Idia Shroud -Malleus Draconia -Lilia Vanrouge

[Nanbaka]

-Hajime Sugoroku -Samon Gokuu -Enki Gokuu -Kenshirou Yozakura -Mitsuru Hitokoe -Rorotto -Kiji Mitsuba -Damian -Nijimasu Nanairo -Yamada Orochi -Koisuke Kyuubi -Uno -Rock -Nico -Jyuugo -Honey -Trois -Aki -Haru -Musashi -Liang -Qi -Upa -Hakushaku -Tengu Murakami -Tsukumo -Fuji-san -Kusatsu -Ikkaku -Kojiro -Isou -Kujaku -Mei Yomidou -Ido Yomidou -Chimney -Hell -Tauro Twister -Taura Twister

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Eddie Baby (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

Gotham Frights (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

Sickness is Green (Kaveh x reader)

Business (Diluc/Li Jing)

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

Did You Hear About That Mother (Roan Goldfinch & Walburga Black)

The Eagle and Her Prey (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Last Night (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

One Kiss (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)

A Thousand Years (Remus Lupin/Cassander Lyall)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

Crime Down 10 (Ed Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot x reader)

[Black Butler]

One Of A Kind (Ocs x reader)

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

[ATLA]

[Batman]

[Black Butler]

[Ever After High]

[Five Nights At Freddy's]

[Genshin Impact]

[Gravity Falls]

[Harry Potter]

The Black Family (personal fanon)

[Marvel]

[Monster High]

[My Hero Academia]

[Twisted Wonderland]

Entrusted To You [Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji]

Meet the Character [about ocs]

Star Wars; Purged [Star Wars]

source: cafekitsune

[writerbyaccident]

Answer a Riddle (Yandere Riddler/Ed Nygma x Reader)

           The Riddler always loved to leave clues.

           They were small things of course, things that you would either fail to notice entirely or things that you would brush aside with oh-so-reasonable explanations. One day you would return home to find your hairbrush missing and another day your eyes would spot the odd imprint of the bottom of his cane etched into your carpet.

           For so long you ignored these little signs of the Riddler’s visits to your home, blissfully ignorant to just how closely he watched you. And he was blissful in return, knowing that he could steal so deeply into your life without you calling for help. Each time that Nygma saw you pause briefly over one of the clues he left you before shaking your head dismissively at your ever-growing fears, he took yet another step closer to you.  

           With each day, each visit, each disregard of the signs he left you, his need for you grew still deeper roots. For the Riddler knew that you saw the clues he so kindly gave you, knew that you even saw the answer before you. But you just refused to accept it, refused to believe that you could have caught the attention of one of Gotham’s most dangerous criminals. He couldn’t wait to see your face once the truth was no longer avoidable.  

           And so, after some time spent teasing your paranoia, the Riddler decided to give you the answer. A green envelope was left on your kitchen table, one with your name written on it in graceful script. Opening it up, you found a single piece of paper with only a few lines written on it.

           Riddle me this:

           What costs nothing but is worth everything, weighs nothing but lasts a lifetime, that one person can't own but two can share?

           “Do you know the answer?” came the Riddler’s voice in your ear. “It’s love.”

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[silverdecepticon93]

A Charming Fan

💮Requested by Anon: Hi!! May I please request a story in which Eddie is a huge fan of a female reader? Perhaps he attends a con + reader finds his enthusiasm cute? Thank you!!

💮Requested by Anon: can i get more yandere eddie please? 👉👈 especially sappy/hopeless romantic eddie, pretty please?? thank you thank you thank you! 🥰😍❤

Edward, surprisingly, was not a fan of the mystery genre. He hadn’t been for a long time, now. Maybe back when he was a bright-eyed young kid who was easy to dupe but he quickly grew out of that phase, one of the downsides of being so smart is that he would solve the entire plot of the book after reading the first chapter, maybe even in pages less than that. Basically, he simply was too smart for his own good once more and it had long since dampened his love of the fictional mystery genre. Then you started writing.

You, lovely sweet little you. He remembered when Jonathan recommended one of your books to him, insisting that he would very much enjoy your writing and while Edward was skeptical since he couldn’t even enjoy the so-called ‘best of the best’ mystery writer’s works, what would make yours so different? He hadn’t even heard of you before but yet, Jonathan insisted that your works were right up his alley. He didn’t read the book right away, he let it sit on his nightstand for a few days but after one night of obsessively trying to best the Batman, he gave up and plopped on his bed, tired and frustrated. When he looked up, he saw your book on his nightstand and sighed. Oh well, he may as well humor it, perhaps the few 3 minutes of entertainment could help give his brain a little break from the restlessness and buzzing of his overworked mind. Getting into a comfortable position while grabbing the book, he opened it up and began to read…

And then he was enthralled.

It was commendable writing he’d admit. The way your characters acted, spoke, and interacted were so human. The motives and the ‘whodunnit’ enjoyably complex and pulling him in deeper to the mystery and on a few special occasions, actually surprised him with delightful twists and turns. What he liked the most about your writing was how you portrayed your villains, while he liked your characters, your villains were never just pure evil and if they were, it was for their own complex reasons and tragic reasons. Almost like himself.

Such a poet with your words, a genius with your mysteries, and so many other things soon had Edward wondering who was this miraculous writing genius that wrote so beautifully and admirably?

He decided to look you up, finding out as much as he could about you. His heart nearly beat out of his chest when he found out that not only were you around his age but you were stunningly beautiful!

You didn’t have your picture printed on the back of your book like most authors, he’s lucky you didn’t or else he’d probably be too distracted by your photo to ever even start reading your book...and probably end up seething in anger as he thought about the thousands of other people who bought your book, but that didn’t seem to be a problem the more he found out. According to most of your interviews, you didn’t have as many as much as you’d like to have, some of them complaining that your books were too complicated or too hard to figure out, which only made Edward scowl in distaste as he read some of the complaints on book reviews people made on your novels.

Of course it was supposed to be complicated and hard to figure out, it was a mystery book for a reason!

Yet it was another reason why he adored you, because you both were the same. Two underappreciated geniuses that were taken for granted by the small-minded people that surrounded you both. If only he could meet you, to have the chance to talk to you and let you know that at least he appreciated your talents and you as a person in general. So imagine the thrill he felt when he heard you would be attending a local book convention being hosted in Gotham City.

How fortunate for him.

~~~~~~

You sighed softly as you saw people passing your stand, staring bitterly at the neighboring stands that were certainly getting more fans than you were. Was it kinda shallow for you to be jealous of other writers and their countless fans, ones who seemed to simply just give them all the praise in the world and complimented them on their genius and their work well done?

Eh, you didn’t care. All you knew was that you felt like a fool, sitting at your book stand just watching as people passed you like you were invisible, only a couple of few fans really visited you (two or three at the most) the entire day and the rest of the people just asking you where another author’s stand was. As if you weren’t already feeling the sting of being a horrible author.

You sighed and laid your head on the table. You felt like a goddamn fool.

“Ahem, excuse me? Miss (L/n)?” A voice spoke up from above you.

You looked up from your state of self-pity before meeting the green eyes of a rather attractive man. He looked to be around your age, if not a bit older, and had neatly styled brown hair and wore a charming lime green vest over his white dress shirt. He was very dapper looking and spoke so intelligently that it took you rather off-guard.

However what surprised you the most was that you noticed the book in his hands, more specifically, your book. He was a fan?

“I apologize if I’m bothering you.” He began sheepishly. You tried to return your kindest smile towards him while trying to contain your internal excitement, “Don’t be. I’m always delighted to meet people who don’t think I’m an over eccentric nut.”

You laughed lightly at your own joke while the brunet merely began to ramble in response to what you had said.

“Of course not! In fact, I find it rather trivial that some people can’t understand the genius behind your books! Your plots are very well-written, as are your characters, and I- Well, look at me going on.” He grinned nervously at you. Your smile became softer as you tilted your head slightly, “By all means do, it’s not often I get complimented by a fan, a cute one at that.”

The way his smile grew into a wide and goofy one made you chuckle once more as he shyly held his book out to you and slid it across the table with one gloved hand.

“If you would be so kind.” He spoke with a giddy and nervous tone, like a boy asking out their crush.

“Of course!” You beamed in happiness as you grabbed the book and took out your horribly underused pen that had been neglected most of the day, “and who am I making this out to?”

“Edward.” The man, Edward, answered.

He didn’t want to risk the chance of scaring you in case you happened to know about The Riddler, then again, he read that you lived in Central City so he highly doubts that costumed villains with extreme gimmicks aren’t exactly known to you.

“Edward.” You repeated, and goosebumps began to rise from his skin the moment you repeated his name.

He wasn’t sure why but there was something so angelic about the way you said it, something that made his heart skip a beat and his grin grow wider. Everything was enchanting about you that Edward was damn near overwhelmed, feeling as though he’d drown in your very presence alone. A sweet death, if you asked him.

“What a darling name.” You hummed as you slid the book back to him, which he snatched eagerly and continued to smile down at you, trying to ignore the loud thumping of his heart that became deafening in his ears.

“Um, miss (L/n)-”

“Please, call me (Y/n).” You insisted.

(Y/n). Edward had planned to be formal, to want to charm and impress you but it seems as though you were turning the tables on him. He had whispered your name from his mouth before, his mouth unable to suppress a grin whenever he did. If only you’d known how he’d repeated your name over and over again as though it were some kind of chant, or the way he’d obsessively written your name as (Y/n) Nygma when he was too frustrated by Batman to calm him. But to hear you insist that he call you by your name, your name that he had grown so in love with, was a euphoric feeling.

“(Y/n),” He corrected as he clutched the book to his chest, “I was wondering if perhaps I could fulfill that lack of praise you so rightly deserve over a cup of coffee sometime later?”

You blinked dumbfoundedly, well, he certainly wasn’t very shy. Again, if only you had been there when he had obsessively practiced that simple line to ask you out the moment he found out you were coming to Gotham. However, you didn’t know this, and that’s why you took him up on his offer.

“Well, I am in the city for the week. I’d be delighted to have a guide.” You accepted. The way he exhaled in relief and jokingly spoke, “Oh thank God, I thought that wouldn’t’ve worked!” made you giggle once more, which sent him higher than cloud nine.

You both exchanged each other's contact information and bidded each other good day, you already missing him and his company, and him yours. But you shouldn’t worry, darling, if everything goes according to plan, Edward would make sure that your stay for the week would be extended considerably.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Any more villain x reader stuff in the pipelines? Anything dark?

That's very vague XDD 'Villain' stuff is literally all I do here. I have so much 'villain x reader stuff' haha XDD I could show you screencaps of my draft folders (Yes plural) man, oof.

But as for DARK stuff- I have the following... which is still quite a bit. Oops.

Creepypasta:

Drabbles:

♤ Offenderman x SexSlave!Soulmate!Reader- The only way Offender could win his soulmate over was through blackmail // You don't realise that all this, all of what you've been put through by him, was for nothing. No, he keeps that little tid-bit for the moment you finally give in to him, truly. Until then he just stays silent, and smirks.

♣︎ Slenderman x Captive!Reader- The only one that can set his blind furies at bay, or make him relax at all, is kept in a bunker under the mansion.

♥︎ Teacher!Splenderman x HornyHighschoolStudent(18 Yrs)!Reader- Splender has lived a long, long life and generally he has been able to handle whatever has been thrown at him with grace- but right now he's in a dark place, and so you get just what you want. What he knows he should not give.

♢ Trenderman x Reader- You're Trender's inspiration, his muse! You, and your beautiful, introverted innocence, are the cause of one Trender's greatest lines- but what happens when you start to branch out? Come out of your shell a bit? Try new things? Trender not having it, that's what.

Disney Villains:

Drabbles:

Charles Muntz x Assistant!Reader- Your punishment for letting the creature escape.

Human!Chick Hicks x King’s(OfAge)Offspring!Reader- An old rival of your Dad’s turns up for your parents anniversary party and immediately, inappropriately, sets his sights on you. You’re into it, weirdly.

Human!Yandere!Lots-O-Huggin’ Bear x NewToy!Reader- Classic Yandere sets his sights on you immediately and makes you uncomfortable with how close he wants you all the time without making his obsession totally clear.

Randall Boggs x Sully’sRomanticInterest!Reader- Randall has a bit of an obsession with one upping Mike and Sully, and Celia doesn't like him much at all, so... He’s set his sights on you.

Oneshots:

(Jim Starling) / Negaduck x Reader: Veteran actor Jim Starling comes to give you some acting tips!- and is super sleazy, while he's at it.

Ursula x Fem!Reader: Good old yandere smut.

The Evil Queen x Fem!Reader: She is using you for a spell and its going to be really difficult for you, so she finds away to distract you. (Its consensual but there are QUITE a few triggers involved with this one. Its gonna be full on)

Gotham:

Drabbles

Dwight Pollard x Jerome’sS/O!Reader x Jerome Valeska- You were Jerome’s consort before he died so, of course, when Dwight ‘becomes’ Jerome, he has you kidnapped and brought to him as well. Then Jerome comes back.

Mad Hatter / Jervis Tetch x New’Alice’!JimGordonsDaughter!Reader- Jervis decides that you are his new Alice and the next thing you know, you’re in her dress tied to a chair and this psycho wants to have a tea party. Will you father get to you in time?

(Riddler) / Edward Nygma x Ed’sS/O!Reader- After the darker side of Eddie, or the ‘Riddler’ fully takes over the body, he reveals an infatuation with you and forces you to stay with him despite your heartbreak. One day, you walk in on your Ed back. For only a little bit.

Headcanons:

Jervis Tetch x Fem!Reader: Basically you growing up with Jervis and Alice and Jervis trying to assimilate you into his little made up family has his wife, with Alice as your child.

Horror Villains:

Drabbles:

Musical Theatre!Horror Villains x Reader, including the following-

-BigBadWolf!Freddy Krueger- (Human Freddy. Post highschool so Loretta has sorta cleaned his reputation but pre arrest) You trust him, of course you do! Its just Freddy! He lives down the street from you and he goes to the same stupid, neighbourhood barbecues as you. But... you still shouldn't be in his house, alone with him.

- SQUIP!Patrick Bateman: Your SQUIP is really helpful! He even teaches you how to please a man- but are his intentions totally pure? Or has he done the calculations and realised you're better off with him?

- Scar!Sheriff Hoyt/Charlie Hewitt: The Madness of King Scar scene of-bloody-course. Hoyt's just become Hoyt; He's feeling top of the world, successful for once, powerful- the only thing he's missing... is... a family of his own (Of his own loins at least). And it just so happens that you, Thomas' mate, are the only viable vagina within a hundred mile radius. Uh, congrats?

Headcanons:

Horror Villains (Including: Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Mayor Buckman, Carrie White, Chop Top Sawyer, Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Jennifer Check, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt, Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Pennywise OG, Stu Macher and Thomas Hewitt.): What fighting with them is like, as their S/O/ (Plus Make-Up, which is not so dark XD)

Oneshots:

Poly!Frason x Fem!Reader: Now this one is more SOFT darkness but only because Jason and Freddy ARENT the ones hurting reader. Basically, reader (F and J's hostage/mate) gets sexually assaulted by a victim and you need their combined efforts in order to feel safe again.

Freddy Krueger x FinalGirl!Reader: Years after you defeated Freddy the first time, you think you're safe again and its weird but suddenly you're starting to feel something for your awkward neighbour Toby who isn't really awkward anymore and is actually a lot of fun to be around- but what you don't know is that it may not be Toby, there... (Inspired by that line in 'Halloween' by Aqua: 'She'll never kiss the boy next door')

The Clown (DBD) x Reader: You are having an affair with one of the men that tortures you every day. You're saying its 'a morbid curiosity'.

Patrick Bateman x Reader: Inappropriate Boss/Assistant relationship gets WAY worse when you get pregnant.

MultiVillains:

Drabble Sets:

(Including Inkubus, Jerry Dandridge, Kahmunrah, Offenderman, Patrick Bateman, and The Riddler.): You’re a ‘Lady of the night’ and you’ve been promised, or sold, to (Villain) permanently… but you’ve fallen in love with another man. (Villain), in a jealous act, orders you to reject the one you love, and break his heart. (Inspired by 'El Tango De Roxanne' from Moulin Rouge)

[zv5x]

(hopefully this will make sense cause english isn't my first language) Can you write headcanons about Eddie's differences on behaviour if he's darling is in relationship/living with him willingly vs if they are kidnapped and forced to live with him? Are there any?

Exploration of relationship dynamic differences ("willing" V "unwilling" reader)

WARNINGS : unhealthy dynamics, use of the "yandere" trope, mental abuse and toxic mindsets, violence, problematic and harmful mindsets, manipulation, written from abuser's mindset and perspective

• It is my own belief that a relationship with Edward Naston is safest when his significant other does nothing that will challenge his delusions. In the eyes of the terrorist, his relationship with his partner is without flaws and is but a testament that further convinces him that he is the only sensible man in Gotham city. His dangerous nihilism and inflated sense of self lead him to believe his partner was brought in his life via some sort of fateful encounter, and so holds them to extremely high standards. Being the only other "pure thing" in the city, Edward grows extremely disturbed if he senses any sort of resistance or retaliates in any way. A romanticized, perfect version of his partner (assuming he's in a relationship with them) is developed in his brain from day one, devoid of flaws and negative traits. If they don't act according to these guidelines, he quickly grows enraged.

• The extent to his rage depends solely on the urgency of the situation. Screaming fits from his significant other are quickly dismissed and pushed to the back of his mind, while something bigger like the object of his obsession of their own is met with swift and life-changing consequences. However, it is rare that he takes this anger out on his partner; his holier-than-thou thought of them saves them from taking blame. Instead, Edward seeks third party influences as reasonable explanations for his partner's lack of interest.

• The most Edward will do is yell at you; screaming and asking you if this is what it took to make you happy. He'll do this for hours until you crack, all the while refusing to even entertain the concept that this is doing more harm than good. If it's what it'll take to be in the same place as those whores or those suitors you chose over him, then so be it. If he has to slice those lies right out of your brain than it's something he'll just have to do.

• Even with the aspect of general safety, a consentual relationship with Edward isn't without it's dangers. Without mistake, he is still just as delusional, if not more. Something as insignificant as a passing glance will be taken as Edward as a challenge, and he'll especially lose his composure if your family members seem to disapprove of the relationship. With his distorted sense of justice, comes a desire to protect you from harm; because of this, every single opposer to what he sees as love will be a top news story tomorrow.

"You're not like the others you know. I don't think I'll ever find somebody like you again." He laughs, the blood-chilling sound bouncing off the cellar walls as a plate of food is placed at your feet. "They don't understand us. They don't understand you. Not as well as I do. You get that, right?"

You watched with your stomach begging for mercy as he poked your once facorite food onto a shining fork. Edward swirled it around as he approached your mouth, acting as if you were not but an infant. "You won't ever have to worry about a thing again, because I love you." He smiled. "Now, here comes the airplane, angel."

Compared to...

"They're all crazy, (Y/N). I hate everybody and everything, everything but you." He giggles in delight, your ears ringing with a sense of disgust. If sound had taste, your taste buds would be battling the bitter taste of fresh aloe, completely deprived of any sugar. "I'm so lucky to have you, I don't think I would have been able to live on if you said no."

The restaurant bustled with activity, friendly occupants ignorant to the horror that was occuring at this moment. You still have him a shaking smile, feeling that every man, no matter the circumstances, deserves at least one chance. Edward Naston deserved a redemption in your head. He deserved the chance to free himself from the shackles that society deemed a gut instinct.

Smile never faltering, you returned to your senses right as a fork was being held to your mouth, food freshly poked onto it. "Now, here comes the airplane, angel."

[zv5x]

I've sent a similar ask before but my god I love the way you write about riddler in a candid sense. U don't shy away from stating how awful he is at all and it's so refreshing from all the people who try to woobify him

Don't worry about if an ask is similar to another one, I'm always happy to get complements on my writing no matter how close they are in wording to another!

Thank you, also! I appreciate your kind words! Edward truly is a horrible man, and I'm glad to know I do a decent job at portraying such. It's interesting to see how I can find ways to express the true nature of the situation, while also mixing in the aspect of Edward "wobbyfying" not only himself but his relationship and more specifically, his partner. His delusions truly are the villain of this story, and the extent to how morally sound he sees himself truly makes him one of the most unhealthy partners to have. To himself, he is a harmless martyr for his partner to give and take affection and attention from, even if they're at risk of having their nails ripped off if they do so much as rebuff an attempt at a hug.

[writerbyaccident]

Enigma (Yandere Riddler/Ed NygmaxReader)

Request: If you’re open can I get a small request of a yandere riddler (possibly from the Arkham games) making the reader go through a trap and he just??? Falls madly in love with them and gushes??? (If not that’s okay!!!)

I’ve never played any of the arkham games, so I just went with a regular Riddler for this one

Trigger warning: small space, claustrophobia

           It was the last room. The very last room. That was the phrase that you repeated to yourself again and again as you approached the door, trying to conjure up enough bravery to actually open it and step through. Just one more puzzle, one more riddle, and he would let you go. Maybe it was foolish to believe him, but from everything you had ever heard about the Riddler, he wasn’t one to break his word. Standing there, or trying to go back, wouldn’t help you at all. Either the Riddler would find some way to trick you into entering it, or he would grow impatient and kill you, leaving you with only one real option. So if you could just get through this last room in this maze of his, you would be allowed to go home, sanity hopefully still intact. But first you had to open the door.

           That was so much more easier said than done though, especially with your still-fresh memories of what the previous rooms had held. They had been full of sadistic puzzles and queries, ones that would have ended up killing you if you hadn’t solved them. You had only gotten through them by the skin of your teeth, and you weren’t sure if you could do it again. Besides, as the last test, this one was guaranteed to be the most difficult by far. A part of you, the part that begged you not to open that final door, argued that if you simply stalled, Batman or one of the other heroes of Gotham might come to save you. That way, you could go home without risking your life for the umpteenth time that night. But you knew Gotham, knew that at any given moment at least half a dozen other villains were working on some scheme of theirs, so there was no way to be certain that you were anyone’s priority at the moment. Well, you reminded yourself as you heard an impatient sigh come over the crackling intercom, you were at least one person’s priority tonight. So, with the sound of your tormentor prompting you, you pushed open the door.

           Stepping inside, you heard the door lock firmly behind you, leaving you completely covered in darkness. You felt the walls around you, they were smooth and cool to the touch. Nothing felt out of place or unusual, nothing that seemed like it might be a clue. No light switch made itself known either. You debated whether or not you ought to step further into the room before knowing anything more. Maybe the puzzle had something to do with darkness? But a moment passed, and then another, and you almost began to hope that the Riddler had decided to show some mercy and not put you through his final test. But when a single, sickly light bulb flickered on right above you, and the intercom gave its signature static, which by now you were intimately familiar with, you knew that wasn’t the case. As the Riddler’s voice began to echo against the solid, metal walls, you closed your eyes in fear.

           “Now, my dear, for this last challenge, you will not only be solving a riddle, you must fulfill the answer as well. I warn you,” his snide voice explained, “no one has been able to solve this particular puzzle. You will have two minutes. Here is your riddle: what is the one thing easier done than said.” With that, the Riddler fell silent, leaving you to contemplate his question. What the hell was easier done than said?

           But as you turned the question over in your mind, your thoughts were suddenly interrupted. No longer was the room quiet, for a groaning noise began to swell throughout it. Looking around, you at first couldn’t tell what was causing it, though you realized that it must be a part of the puzzle you were expected to solve. Soon enough though, you noticed the walls were inching their way towards you, the sound of them moving and scraping against each other buzzing in your head. Fuck, you thought to yourself, this must be what he meant by two minutes. With the walls closing in on you, you turned around and desperately tried to reopen the door, pulling on it with all of your strength, but it refused to budge.

           “Please!” you yelled, knowing that the Riddler was listening. “Please, just let me go!” Pounding your fists on the door, you begged the Riddler to let you go. There was no answer to your pleas though, as you should have known. Panic rising through your chest and up your throat, you felt yourself begin to choke on the room’s shrinking air supply. After getting through all of his other puzzles, you couldn’t believe that it was going to end like this. Fighting back tears, you tried to force yourself to concentrate on the riddle. It was your only way out.

           Easier done than said, you repeated in your head, what could that be? Loving someone versus saying it out loud? But plenty of people lie about loving people—besides, he said I would need to do it. Procrastination? Onomatopoeia? Throwing various options before yourself, you came up with several potential answers, but none of them seemed right. The walls getting ever closer, you started to sob despairingly even as you continued to try to find the answer. There’s got to be something I’m missing. He said that I can’t just figure out the answer, I have to do it. If the answer is easier done than said, it can’t be something too complicated. But he said that no one has solved this one yet, so it’s probably something that challenging to do in this situation. What would that be? Feeling utterly stuck, you paused in your thinking for a moment, listening to your sobs echo off the walls.

           Silence, you realized with a slight gasp. I have to stay silent. It was certainly a challenge, to keep quiet as the walls began to press up against you. Cutting off your crying was hard enough, your body didn’t want to stop something that at least had felt cathartic in favor of doing nothing, but keeping yourself from even whimpering was the true challenge. Having spotted the camera, the one that you knew the Riddler must have been using to watch you, nestled right next to the light bulb, you forced yourself to look straight into it, trying to force your captor to acknowledge that you had solved his goddamn riddle. But the groaning of the walls didn’t stop, and you could sense them approaching at your back. Doubts filled your mind as the time passed, encouraging you to simply shout out your answer in the hope that that would be enough for him. But you knew the Riddler would accept nothing less than perfection, so you bit your lip to keep from the temptation.

           One wall had reached your back, and the side walls were close behind. You felt so constricted, they might as well have already been crushing you. But just before the true pain started, the groaning ceased. Then, just as suddenly, it began again. Turning around, you noticed that the walls had started to move back, and you felt an inward sigh of relief. You didn’t have much time to celebrate though, as the door behind you quickly reopened, and a hand pulled you back out into the hallway. Breath hitching in shock, you turned, and finally saw the man who had been tormenting you.

           He was younger than you would have thought, that was the first thing to cross your mind. The next was that he seemed awfully happy that you had survived his death trap. Flashing a surprisingly charming smile at you, the Riddler’s eyes were bright with interest as they took you in. Now, Ed had seen you up close before of course, when he had brought you here to play his game in the first place, but now he saw you in an entirely different light. Beforehand he had just considered you another pawn to entertain himself with, someone who could never hope to reach the level of intellect necessary to survive his maze of riddles. But you, you had succeeded where no one else could, making you a rare treasure in his eyes. Consequently, he now took in your every last feature, each one now utterly fascinating, from the way your eyes had dilated in fear to how your lips were slightly parted as you panted. Eagerly, he committed them all to memory.

           Once he was done, however, he did not stop there. Instead, he stepped closer to you, with you backing away as he did. Soon enough you were trapped against the door as his gaze bored into you. You were trembling slightly, and Ed relished your fear, happy to know that it was he who caused you to feel so passionately. He could practically see the gears turning in your brain, you trying to figure out what on earth he was doing and whether or not you ought to try to fight him. Chuckling at the thought, the Riddler took your wrists and grasped them tightly, lifting them over your head and against the wall.

“Aren’t you a clever one?” he murmured into your ear. Pressing his body against yours, he took a moment to feel the rise and fall of your chest.

           “You—you said you’d let me go,” you interrupted, voice shaking. “I solved your last riddle. You have to let me go.” A crooked grin spreading over his face, the Riddler shook his head in amusement.

           “Oh, but I don’t have to do anything. Besides, when I made that promise I never expected you to actually solve this last puzzle. I didn’t have all of the, rather transformative really, information that I have now. Only now can I make a fully educated decision.”

           “What is your decision then?” you asked quietly, terrified that he was going to kill you after all you had done to survive.

           “Your intellect is far too valuable to waste out there. I believe I will keep you,” he said, grasping your chin. Flinching at his answer, you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your throat, the sound causing the Riddler’s smug grin to grow. Leaning forward, he kissed the crook of your neck gently.

           “You will make a wonderful little pet.”

[writerbyaccident]

Puzzle of a Person Part Two (Yandere RiddlerxReader)

Request: Hi there! I loved The Riddler and Rubik’s cube reader, could you do a part 2? Maybe he decides to meet the reader in person when in an escape room (you know those real life interactive puzzles) and he purposely makes sure they are partners and he loves this interaction so much and loved how they work together.

Ask and ye shall receive  ☺️

Part One

           The Riddler sat on a bench just outside the escape room facility, pretending not to watch as you set up a time for just fifteen minutes from now. You had been to this place before, he knew, and you were trying to work your way through each room they had to offer. So far you had been able to solve each one, and he had watched you do so with pride. Thankfully, this establishment had security cameras set up inside of their escape rooms in case of an emergency, so he had been able to hack into them and watch as you worked through each one instead of simply waiting outside to see if you had won.

           But as much as he loved watching you figure out these puzzles, he thought that it was high time that he assisted you. After all, he reasoned to himself, at a certain point the only way for you to continue to improve would be by working with someone smarter than you. Not that he meant that in a disparaging way, no, not at all! He loved you, loved you so much that he thought his heart would shatter under the weight, making you the only person worthy of his help. It was a simple fact, that was all. Ed was well aware that he was the smartest man in Gotham, so he certainly didn’t look down on you for not being at his level. Quite the contrary in fact, he thought quite a lot of you, as evidenced by the fact that he thought you worthy of his tutelage. You were much more intelligent than the average person, and perhaps even more importantly, you had a tenacity that he knew could be harnessed into something to behold. But in order for you to get to that point, you needed help, and he was the only one who could give it to you.

           So as you handed over your money to the cashier and Ed read those lips of yours that he so longed to kiss, he waited impatiently for his opening. Finally, when it was just two minutes before your time, he entered the establishment, tugging on his newly dyed hair in nervousness. God, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this; the things you did to him. Waiting by the front desk as the receptionist went to the back to let a group out of their room, Ed heard you begin to fidget. When the worker returned, you got up from your chair, moving to stand beside Ed with your phone in your hand. Ed forced himself to stare straight ahead, knowing that if he looked at you too soon he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from throwing his plan out the window. Instead, he contented himself with tapping his foot against the tiled floor, desperately trying to expel some of his nervous energy. As he waited, he heard you huff out a breath and smiled to himself, knowing exactly what was bothering you. After what felt like far too long, the receptionist finally returned to the front desk, looking at the two of you expectantly.

           “This the other player for your game?” he asked you, typing something into the computer. You glanced at him apologetically, shaking your head.

           “No,” you sighed, “it turns out that my friend isn’t coming.” At the sound of your voice so close to him, Ed forcibly pushed down his sudden desire to take you into his arms to somewhere far away from here, where he would be the only one to ever hear your voice again. No, he reminded himself, it’s not time yet. Instead, Ed simply looked over at you then, carefully schooling his satisfied glee into a mask of sympathy.

           “Okay, so do you want to go in alone?” the worker inquired, already bored by the conversation.

           “Um—” you began, clearly not thrilled with the idea but knowing that you wouldn’t be able to get a refund, and Ed took his chance.

           “If you want,” he said kindly, trying to seem as nonthreatening as possible, “I could go in with you.” You gave him a quick once-over at his offer, the wheels in your head turning.

           “Are you sure? You’re not waiting for anyone?”

           “No, I was going to see if I could maybe go in with another group, but I guess it’s not very busy right now.”

           “All right,” you answered, “let’s do this then.” As soon as you gave him your answer, Ed felt a sense of victory, relishing the sensation. Though, of course, he had already know that you would accept. In each of your previous times coming here, you had brought along at least one friend with you. Despite your intelligence and determination, Ed knew that you were actually somewhat insecure, meaning that you wouldn’t want to have to do this escape room alone if you could help it. Hopefully he’d soon be able to teach you that you didn’t need any of those so-called friends though, all you needed was him. So as the employee led you to your room, he tried his best not to rush in, not wanting his eagerness to get the best of him. The two of you listened carefully while the worker explained the rules and the premise of this particular room, and when he left, started searching the room for your starting point. While Ed obviously knew where the starting instructions were hidden, he pretended to look carefully, wanting to stretch out his time with you.

           “Thanks for doing this,” you said sweetly, looking over at him from the opposite side of the room.

           “No problem. Sorry your friend flaked on you.”

           “Eh, it wasn’t her fault,” you sighed, “She was supposed to meet me here, but she couldn’t get her car to start.”

           “Ah,” Ed said, hiding his knowing smile. “That sucks.”

           “Yeah, but whatcha gonna do.” Nodding in understanding, Ed smiled at you in seeming compassion, a gesture that you returned, almost causing him stumble over his own feet. He was able to catch himself though, and instead, he lifted up the chessboard that was resting on the room’s corner table, flipping it over to reveal the first clue. You walked over to him, reading the clue that was written there: What must take a bow before it can speak?

           “Hmmm,” you mused, looking around the room, “what do you think it could be?”

           “I’m not sure.”

           “What about a rocking chair?” At your guess, the Riddler turned towards you with confusion written on his face. “You know, cause when it rocks back and forth, it’s like it’s bowing, which makes it squeak.”

           “Oh,” he responded, slightly impressed by your reasoning. “But it doesn’t necessarily squeak every time.”

           “True,” you conceded. The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes, proposing multiple objects.

           “Does it have to be an object?” Ed questioned, wondering if the people who made the room might have been angling towards a concept, like a thank you perhaps.

           “I think so; it’s gotta be somewhere that they could put the next clue, right?” you mused frustratingly, lips pursued in concentration, causing Ed to smile at just how invested you were. “Wait, what if—what if it’s a different form of the word?”

           “What do you mean?” Ed asked you, genuinely curious as to where you were going with this.

           “What if it’s not the verb, but the noun? As in, like, bow and arrow.” Ed couldn’t help himself, he laughed in response to your idea. Not because it was foolish, but because it was so simple. After all of his years masterminding schemes in Gotham, his riddles had been growing only more and more complicated in his desperation to defeat the bat. It seemed that he had become stuck in that mindset though, missing what was right in front of him. In that moment, he realized that it might not just be you who needed him, but also he who needed you. You saw things from a different perspective than him, something that could open up a whole new world of possibilities. This just proves it, he thought to himself, we’re the only ones worthy of each other.

           “Like a violin,” he answered. From there, you two found the violin, moving onto the next clue. The rest of the game went fairly quickly, both of you bouncing ideas off of each other until you escaped the room in record time. As you walked out of the facility, chatting about your victory, Ed steeled himself to make his next move. It was almost funny, how he could be so confident when it came to intellectual challenges, yet you made him so nervous.

           “This was fun,” you told him, giving him a warm smile.

           “Yes, it was. Maybe—maybe we could do it again sometime?”

           “Yeah, I’d like that.” Before he knew it, the two of you exchanged phones, and you left, promising to text him soon. As he watched you walk away, Ed became all the more glad that he had prevented your usual partner from coming today, it was clear that they had only been holding you back.

[writerbyaccident]

Could you do yandere Riddler stalking someone who loves puzzles? (The physical kind like Rubik's cubes.) They always have a puzzle on hand. You do great work! Love your writing!

Ooo I love the Riddler, especially on Gotham!

Puzzle of a Person (Yandere RiddlerxReader)

           You were on the bus, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube as you waited to reach your destination when the Riddler first noticed you. The sharp focus in your eyes, the way you bit your lip in concentration, he found it kind of adorable. The way other people would try to solve puzzles and the like was fascinating to him. It was all so simple, yet most people viewed them as such a challenge. He didn’t mind that so much, he knew he had very different standards for what was an intellectual challenge than most people, but everyone else would just give up so quickly. What’s the point of challenging yourself if you’re just going to surrender? When Ed took on a challenge, he never relented until he was successful. But still, ordinary puzzle enthusiasts had their uses. Ed liked to use them as players in his games, doing so tended to make things more interesting. Maybe he could find a use for you.

           Once that thought crossed his mind, the Riddler decided to follow you around a bit. If he wanted to create a riddle for you to solve, he’d need to know more about you, after all. He watched you while you worked, he observed you on your way home, and soon enough he was spying on you in your home. One of the first things he noted about you was that you carried that damn Rubik’s cube with you everywhere, sticking it in your bag when you were with someone or at work. He considered that it might be a passing fixation, but when you didn’t give up trying to solve after weeks of effort, he conceded that you wouldn’t stop until you were triumphant. In spite of himself, Ed was impressed. You might not be as clever as him, but he had to admire your dedication. After figuring out this piece of the puzzle that was you, Ed decided that you weren’t the right person for him to use in one of his schemes. You reminded him too much of himself, making you a victim would be such a waste. But the Riddler didn’t stop stalking you either; he was far too captivated. Besides, he needed to see if you could solve the cube.

           One Friday night, you were having a quiet night in, once again trying to conquer the Rubik’s cube in your hands. You were playing some music in the background, but you barely noticed it at this point. Ed could tell even from the image of you on his computer screen that you were completely absorbed in the task at hand. Currently, he could see four different ways that you could complete the cube with just a few moves. Surprisingly, he found himself rooting for you. As you scrutinized the puzzle before you, he found himself whispering out hints and encouragements.

           “Just twist the top row to the right once,” he pleaded, almost forgetting that you couldn’t hear him. “You’re doing great, you’re almost there!”

           But to the Riddler’s deep frustration, you didn’t take his advice. In fact, you didn’t take any of the routes he had picked out. He gripped his desk, letting out an exasperated growl. Yet you didn’t seem at all stumped or stuck by the move you just made. Instead, you continued steadily, until Ed could see your strategy coming together. In just a few moves, you sat victorious before a completed Rubik’s cube. You gave a light laugh in delight, while Ed, for perhaps the first time in his life, was completely dumbstruck. He wasn’t really shocked that you had finally solved the cube, he expected that you would eventually. No, he was surprised that you discovered a way to do so that he didn’t even see. Taking in your delighted smile, Ed felt the beginnings of a dull ache in his chest, one that quickly grew. He realized then that he had found something truly rare and precious.

           “Well, shit” he whispered to himself. It had been quite a while since he felt anything remotely like this towards another person, but he still recognized the feeling. Beforehand, Ed had tried to convince himself that he was watching you simply to satiate his curiosity, but now he could see that it was clearly much more than that. No, this wasn’t just his natural inquisitiveness: he was in love. He frowned to himself, trying to figure out what to do with this revelation. As the Riddler, it wasn’t as if he could just ask you out on a date, after all. Besides, there was still a part of him that was slightly ashamed of his feelings. In his line of work, love would most likely end up distracting him, and he always thought that if he did ever fall in love, it would be with someone as clever as him.

           But on the other hand, you might not have measured up to Ed’s level of intellect, yet you had the most potential out of anyone he had ever seen. Your intellectual nature combined with your dedication and perseverance made you quite the rare specimen. Such talent couldn’t continue to be wasted at a dull day job like the one you held. If you were ever to improve, you needed to focus on building up your skills. And he was clearly the best person to help teach you, Ed reasoned to himself. No one else would be able to match the expertise and dedication that he would give you. He would need to make sure that you wouldn’t have to face any distractions though. Those other people in your life didn’t deserve to have you anyway. But once he got you alone, he was sure that he could make you perfect.