#yandere lightning dust

[yanderes-galore]

My I please request MLP lightning dust x unicorn reader ❤️

Kinda hard with a unicorn but I will try ^^ You're both ponies for obvious reasons.

Yandere! Lightning Dust with Unicorn! Darling

Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Implied stalking, Peer pressure, Forced companionship, Obsession, Implied kidnapping (?), Unhealthy fixation.

- Lightning Dust in general is very similar to Rainbow Dash.

- That was the whole point of her episode in Season 3.

- She was meant to accent Rainbow's loyalty trait.

- She's a good flier, pushes herself, but is also rather reckless.

- This lead to her being kicked out of the Wonderbolt's Academy at the end of that episode.

- I'm not on Season 8 yet so I apologize if how I write her is wrong, I had to do some research.

- Sometime during/before Season 8, she made a stunt group called The Washouts.

- They're said to be a touring group of stunt ponies, maybe you're able to catch one of their shows.

- Before meeting with Rainbow again in Season 8, Lightning Dust may meet you.

- You're a unicorn who decided to take time off from their studies.

- The pegasus had met you before the show started.

- You were reading a book, sitting in your spot and waiting for the show to start.

- "You going to read that book the whole show?"

- The sudden voice startles you, making you drop your book to turn to look at the pony in front of you.

- There's Lightning Dust, dressed in her stunt suit with playful golden eyes watching you.

- "Sorry, I was waiting for you to start.... I study magic and this is supposed to be my day off. You must be the leader?"

- You laugh awkwardly, LD grins at you.

- "Good eye. This your day off?"

- You nod in confirmation.

- LD then pushes your book aside, coming closer.

- "Then let me make it your best."

- She then walks off, leaving you flustered and confused.

- That's your first encounter with the stunt devil.

- You think it'll be your only encounter yet you end up seeing her after the show, too.

- Her show was very impressive, you grew to enjoy it.

- Meanwhile LD was doing her best to show off, taking an interest in you.

- Before you're able to leave, the pegasus cuts you off.

- "How was it?"

- "Oh! It was great! I can tell you really practice and you looked amazing out there!"

- You're too busy gushing about your experience to notice LD's face tinting pink.

- She's made a new fan today....

- You end up saying goodbye to her before leaving, preparing for your next study session.

- This starts LD's obssession.

- The pegasus feeds off your praise and craves more.

- It's slightly unnerving to you when you see LD around your school more often.

- It's odd to you as this is a school for unicorns.

- A stunt pony shouldn't be here-

- Until it clicks that she's here to see you.

- You meet up with her a couple times, but other times you ignore her.

- You have studies to attend to, you can't go hang around a stunt pony all day.

- LD doesn't seem to care, however.

- Expect frequent hoof taps on your window along with visits that go a little too long.

- She always wants you to watch her fly-

- She practices to impress you, she hates it that her stunt group tours as that means she has to leave you.

- LD may see you as a friend who she vows to impress.

- That or she's pursuing your attention for more personal reasons.

- Either way, LD is attached to you mostly due to the attention you give.

- She hates that you care more about your studies than her.

- You should come to every show she has!

- You're meant to be her fan.

- LD does not care if she has to get her hooves dirty.

- She feels she'll pry you from your studies if she has to.

- Why don't you join her on her tours anyways?

- Your magic can prove useful for setting stunts up or creating new ones!

- Plus, you'll be stuck beside her.

- Then you'll have to give all your attention to her.

- "Come on, skip your studies! You got more important things to do."

- "... Like what-"

- "Spending time with me."

- LD is going to take precautions on how to keep you with her.

- You're the one good with magic, so she'll either have to manipulate you or somehow reduce/stunt your magic.

- She'll probably find away to get her hands on some sort of solution.

- Not like she's leaving without you, she likes you too much for that.

- At some point you're going to be bullied into or dragged to places with her.

- She wants you to join her group.

- Why would you refuse someone like her?

- "No need to be so shy! You'll do great. This is so much better compared to your magic school."

- "What makes you say that?"

- "Because your eyes will only be on me."

[ceruleancattail]

AAA I'VE KEPT THIS IDEA FOR TOO LONG,,

Yandere Rook taking beastman reader's horns or antlers or anything really,, Displaying it like some kind of trophy,, screams

Anon you have enabled me, I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done.

The Hunter’s prize

Rook Hunt x reader

Tw: Mutilation, reader has antlers, gore. Rook hunts you down. I had too much fun writing this-

Rook loves the hunt. He lives for it, the thrill running hot like lightning, flowing freely through his veins.

There was just something so intimate about holding his bow steady, narrowing his gaze down to you and you alone.

Your wary face, eyes glancing from right to left. The way your lips curl upwards, pulled into a thin line. Nervously twitching at every sound, cold beads of sweat spilling down the nape of your neck.

Oh, he has the most wonderful view of you, love.

Swiftly, he has an arrow notched onto the bow, yanked back deftly. The string tugs against his fingers, red lines cutting into the very tip of his fingers. It stung, ever so slightly. Needle piercing flesh.

A shaky breath, as Rook’s eyes narrow. Concentrating on your form. In a way, it was rather romantic. Nothing but the wild greenery rustling with the wind, and both of you.

Hunter, and prey.

Lover, and the loved.

Really, was there much difference in the two? Both involve chasing and… eventually marking your ownership over the other. Rook simply prefers a more… traditional way of doing so.

He takes a breath.

He lets the arrow fly.

It imbeds itself deep into your shoulder, blade sinking itself in your flesh. At once, you freeze. Knees knocking against each other, a numbness spreading rapidly across your body. It gnawed with a grim determination. It but down on your very your bones, rendering every muscle useless.

Down you fell, face smashing against the ground. Dirt coats your cheek, your face burning red hot from the impact. It stung, flames burning bright. A guttural scream tore out from the depths of your stomach, clawing it’s way out of your throat.

A weight presses itself onto your back, gently tugging your arms behind. Rook pins you down, a little too effectively for your comfort. He’s done this, too many times for you to count.

Pooling your saliva in your mouth, you muster enough strength to glare daggers at him. Before your lips curl, hurling a sharp spit at that dastardly smirk. Rook dodges with ease, before his fingers find their way into your hair. Those slender fingers entangle themselves with your locks, before yanking upwards.

A swift movement that had your neck craning upwards, and your throat going dry. Gagging, you struggle. At least, as much as your drugged body would allow. Flipping around like a worm, you trash about under Rook’s weight.

A tut rings through the air, as Rook reinforces his hold. His lips brush against the very top of your ear. Soft, remarkably so. A rather stark contrast from the dirt and the dust you lay on.

A sultry whisper, voice trailing off somewhat breathlessly.

“Now, now, Mon cherie.

You lost the hunt, didn’t you?

As admirable as your struggle is, it’s about time for me to claim my price, no?”

His fingers close around the base of your antlers. They tap on it playfully, rising and falling. Every touch sent shivers down your spine. Your fingers trembled, cold and clammy. Frost spread its way through your body, pricking at your skin.

Your gut churned uncomfortably, wilder then any storm. The acidity of bile laps at the back of your throat, thrusting to spill over at any second.

Your vision blurs, as tears crawl down your cheeks. Mustering up all your anger, you glare daggers at Rook. Even then, there was an underlying fear deep within your pupils. A plea, a desperate one.

Please don’t do it.

A gentle touch. Rook curls his finger, carefully dabbing away your tears. His palm presses against your cheek, cupping it lovingly.

Despite yourself, you dared to hope. Hope that Rook would spare you, that he’ll leave you alone-

Until a deafening crack echoed through the air.

White hot pain flashed before your eyes, the top of your head throbbing madly. Every single nerve in your body was set ablaze, screeching at the top of their lungs. Pain wrecks your soul, sinking its jagged claws into your body, tearing it up from inside and out.

Agony.

It was agony.

In the midst of all your pain, you could feel Rook stroke your cheek. Pressing soft, fleeting kisses into your head. A gaping hole, the bright scarlet of raw flesh.

His lips were dyed red as well.

The crimson of your blood.

How sickening.

Vision hazy, you just manage to catch a glance of Rook’s hands. Your antler, twisted around in his hands. Rook handles it gingerly, as if it was a precious treasure, uncovered from the earth.

As if it wasn’t a gross mutilation, unceremoniously yanked out from your own damn head.

He notices your stare. Of course, he notices everything. Especially when it came to you.

His beloved… cherie.

“Ah, do not fear, my love.”

You feel a weight press into your skull, fingers wrapping around the base of your other antler.

Dread settles deep in your stomach. Cold and heavy, weighing down your heart. Your eyes widen, fear clear within them.

Rook gives you a smile. Gentle and soft, a kind smile.

If only that vile amusement wasn’t obvious.

“There’s just one more to claim.”

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Too Good To Be True

Oneshot King!Ren x reader Contains: Fluff, Angst, some Yandere tendancies -------------------------------

You find yourself smiling as you haul the last of your things through the door of the Crastle. It's been so long since you agreed to move in. It feels so good to finally do so.

You remember how apprehensive you were at first, unsure of the King's intentions, but he remained sweet to you, kind. He agreed to give you all manner of creative freedoms inside his home. His castle.

Bdubs hadn't been overly fond of the idea, of course. Could you really blame him? No. But he has always been strange to you, cold. As if he doesn't want to acknowledge what you and Ren have going on.. or you at all really. Not since Ren became King anyway.

You turn with a smile, dusting off your hands. Your friend and former roommate does not share your enthusiasm.

Doc has a deep scowl on his face, something has ticked him off but you're not sure what. And he hasn't helped in explaining.

"I wish you wouldn't do this" he mumbles. "I'll come visit, don't you worry." You go in for a hug but someone clearing their throat behind you causes you to pause.

"Welcome home." Ren beams as you turn, taking full advantage of your desire to hug someone. You can hear Doc mumble something else, but you don't quite catch it.

"B-Double-O!" Ren shouts as he pulls out of the hug. Quick as a strike of lightning, Bdubs appears at Rens side.

"Ah, there you are." The king grins. "I need you to carry these bags and show my dearest their room." Bdubs nods and bows, "well of course, follow me." The smaller man says all too enthusiastically.

You give Doc a hug before you go, he whispers "be careful, you know where I am if you need me to come get you" and that's that. Off with Bdubs you go, leaving the two former friends to chat.. hopefully.

Bdubs leads you through long, well decorated corridors, rooms filled with all manner of trophies and collectibles and all sorts of back rooms. It's amazing what most people don't get to see of this castle, and now you get to call it your home.

The deeper you go the more the grand feeling starts to fade away. Rooms seem to be unfinished or just don't seem to have any effort put into them. The colours become dull, metal unpolished. It's not perfect and pristine anymore. In fact it's the complete opposite of the throne room, of any of the castle available to the public. Then you turn a corner.

"Here we are." Bdubs says, dropping your luggage in front of a large wooden door. It all looks very out of place, the ornate carvings decorating the panel, the handle is shiny and bright. It feels like you're back in the castle entrance, even though you've just seen for yourself that that's an illusion.

Bdubs unlocks the door and opens it, revealing a large, circular room. You enter first at his request, a smile falling upon your lips as you look around.

The room is big, finely decorated, the ceiling is high in the center of the room, and a diamond chandelier hangs there. Around the edge of the room a kind of second floor exists, it wraps around the whole outside wall.

You can see half of the room up there is bookshelves, practically overflowing with books. Opposite that there is a large window, not that you can see where it looks quite yet.

It's a nice room, no one can deny that, but it seems.. off now. There's a feeling in your stomach telling you that maybe it all means something. It's probably just the nerves of moving.

You lie on the large bed, listening as Bdubs brings all your things into the room. "That's all your things, I'll leave you to sort it all out." He says. You nod, well, as much as you can nod while laid down.

You hear the door close and let out a deep breath. Everything will be fine once you're settled in. That starts with unpacking.

Unpack you do, finding homes for each of your things. You discover things about the room while you do, for example when it was painted no one bothered to move the furniture so its all just a facade hiding windows into what the room really is.

Once all your things have a home you move on to what you should do next. This is a new place, perhaps you ought to find out what other secrets it holds.

You walk over to the door, reaching out and taking ahold of the ornate copper handle. But it doesn't turn.

You try again. Nothing.

The door rattles as you shake the handle, but it doesn't open. Bdubs must have locked you in by accident.

You pull out your communicator only to find there isn't any signal for it to work. It looks like you'll have to wait for someone to come find you.

You busy yourself with the room itself, flicking through books and tracing ornate patterns on the furniture with your fingers. The time stuck in the room gives you a chance to see all the potential the room has to keep you busy, to be your own space.

"Hey baby." You stop what you're doing, almost tackling Ren in a hug. "I'm so glad to see your face." You grin. "Get used to it, you live here now." He winks, "what do you think of the room?"

"It's nice, feels too good to be true." You let out a small laugh, the corners of the King's lips twitching as you do. "Well it is true. You're here to stay now, forever."

"So what else is there to do in this castle then?" You ask him. "Are you bored of this room already? I thought you just said it's nice." Ren frowns now.

"It is nice, I just-" "Bdubs and I put a lot of work into making this the perfect space for you." You nod, looking around as Ren does. There has been a lot of effort put into this room, maybe you should show some more appreciation for it.

"It is a nice room." You mumble. "I'm glad you think so," Ren smiles again now, "you won't mind waiting in here for a bit would you?" You shake your head no.

"Great, well.. I'll see you soon then!" Ren squeezes you tight, placing a firm kiss on your cheek before leaving the room. He closes the door behind him. Then the lock clicks.

You wait a second before moving over to the door, attempting to open it. Neither twisting or pulling the handle works to open the ornate wooden barricade. It doesn't budge, not one bit.

You groan, leaning against the door as if that's going to change the fact it's locked.

With a sigh you drag yourself across the room to the window. But you don't have a view you can enjoy, no.

Right there is the edge of the perimeter, Doc's baby. Your baby. Your home. Your real home.

Doc was right to be skeptical of the king, but Ren won you over with gifts and fancy words. The promise you'd get to live in a castle, be a royal.

You do live in a castle, and you may get to wear a crown one day. But for the time being it seems you are nothing but a prisoner.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE SCOTT LANG HEADCANONS

Scott loves you for who you are like even if you're a softie or a baddie, he's HELLA grateful for even giving him a place in your wonderful life and making him your friend. But one thing is for sure, he's really good at making people feel sorry for him especially you. He is DAMN good at manipulating people and can pull the UNO Manipulation card like no one's business. He honestly needs an Academy Award for his making people feel guilty tactics and manipulation

He's also kind of a worshipper who will love everything about you and will go on and on of how much you mean to him and how wonderful and kind and amazing you are. And if you helped him with something a year ago or something like that, he'll STILL be pulling it up, thanking you so much you'll eventually get fed up but he's crafty. There's a motive even behind complimenting you every single day too. And this man's M.O here is to get rid of any negative thoughts you might be having about him. If you do, he'll be really hurt and you wouldn't exactly want to hurt the person who's so close to you and comforts you when you need it right?

He will go out of his way to help you so he feels like you OWE him something. He doesn't just want the credit, along with feeling proud AF for helping you out, he also wants you to depend on him for things later on in the future. And besides, you're going to be his future lover soon, what good will he be if he doesn't lend a helping hand to his darling angel?

He'll offer to take you out for dinner or something like that and you can't possibly say no or else you're conscience literally won't let you sleep that night telling you how much he helped you and yet you say no and how ungrateful you're being and all that. So, you'll of course have to say yes and again, this is a part of Scott's masterplan to have you for himself and ONLY HIM. Later on he'll confess to you and you'll obviously say yes. For a few months or so, you both will have a normal happy relationship till you start seeing his true colors and obsessive yandere tendencies for you and he'll start filling your pretty head with doubts

Like at first he'll be telling you to move in with him. The world is a dark dangerous place these days and he's just being caring, why would you think something else? So you not suspecting any malice and darkness behind his intentions towards you will accept and within a few weeks you'll be living with him. But he won't make you do anything, he'll do everything for you from washing the dishes to doing the laundry and dusting the shelves. He doesn't want you to exhaust yourself and seeing him work so hard around the house will tug your heartstrings and you'll eventually pitch in to help which of course, he'll be over the moon and soaring in glory and bliss

Then one fine day, he'll finally tell you to quit your job since he's already doing everything for you and he can't stand seeing you so tired after you come home from work every single day. He might be a manipulative little sneak but hey, at least he cares for you

Now, slowly you'll be cut off from the outside world and pretty soon, you'll find out that he's been stalking you before you've started dating him. And when you confront him about it, he'll just say that it was to make sure you were safe and to protect you and BAM! You'll be knocked out within the speed of lightning and the next thing you know, you'll be waking up tied to the bed which he finds a bit arousing but he'll control himself

He loves cuddling and any form of affection with you. He enjoys your warmth and putting his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck or chest. He likes showing affection to you and spoiling you and worshipping you. Man here literally worships the ground you walk on and will give you everything you ask for except your freedom of course, that goes without saying

Now when it comes to punishments, he might get a little 'physical' like he might slap you not too hard though and he'll tie you to the bed and do stuff you most probably won't like. He really HATES he DOES but if that's what it takes to make you behave good with him then so be it. When it comes to rivals, he'll be the most merciless and cruel person on the planet. He'll be like that psychotic Greek Emperor Nero and Satan COMBINED and makes Hitler looks like a character from Scooby Doo. He'll have his own time torturing them till he finally says he'll let them go if they won't tell anyone and just when they're about to try crawling away from groaning and wincing in pain, he'll shoot them with a gun through their head Jason Blossom style

If you think he'd being bad to you, he can show you very well JUST how bad he can be and believe me, you do NOT need him to go further into his dark side

[dollmoth-productions]

Hi doll moth! I have a different request for today. Can I please have a platonic yandere hazbin hotel x reader. The reader has an aquatic appearance and features of an axolotl. They have burned ends at their tail and aquatic ears and a slit on their neck. Everyone in the hotel suspects they were killed by a cut to the throat and then burned in a bin whilst being tossed in the ocean. Though no one knows what ain’t why commited as they are rather bubbly and don’t behave like other sinners in hell.

i hope you are having a great day! my favorite part of Hamilton was when Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy say their name!

p.s I saw that an axolotl represents the Aztec god of fire and lightning so I thought the reader might have died of burning while trying to go to a body of water to stop it, but ended up dying as they went inside and their body drifting on the water.

Ohhhhh the Schuyler sisters!

That song is catchy very much love it one of my favorites

⚠️OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR MURDER ⚠️

Charlie

Being that you didn't act very evil like she expected that you died in vain or an act of Revenge so she became very overprotective of you and offering a free room food Etc very sweet person despite being the daughter of you know literal Lucifer but she's very sweet to you and that's what shocks you she's also very sweet to her girlfriend Vaggie but it's just weird to see her be so overprotective

Vaggie

Charlie the walk in the park compared to her girlfriend you and her get along amazingly well it's scary how well you two get along and it is definitely scary how violent she can get including with angel dust we're not even allowed to be together being that you died with a cut around yourselves she know that you died a very excruciating death so she feels the need to protect you no matter what

Niffty

It's a little creepy that she knows almost everything about you she's so tiny you can barely see her so she often slips through cracks and steals your stuff she will clean up your room with no hesitation and even make it even better and before even giving you free cakes and cookies and everything sometimes a demon hand

Husk

Despite being a hardened absolute jerk he loves you and is often having a soft spot for you no matter what you never really deserved anything that you got to you and it's very scary to say the least the fact that he's nice to you and almost Smiles at you it's crazy

Angel dust

Despite being a pornstar he absolutely adores you and refuses anyone to sexualize you in any way you're very sweet person despite everything that you've been through and well the fact that you're in Hell makes him a little upset what did you do to end up in hell is a question but he stopped asking once you two became friends it was obviously a sensitive subject for you so he stopped and stops his own business

Alastor

My man is basically a dad joke and a half he knows when the stuff being all like this and knows when to be serious but he's almost never serious when he's around you he honestly views you kinda like a child he never had and and it's quite amazing to say the least that he has such a soft spot for you despite you not being a cannibal he still makes you food with demons in it but you still eat it which makes him happy he often feels the stew or jambalaya with demons that bother you

I'm sorry if this sucks it's not the best sorry I'm kind of out of it cuz I haven't written hazbin hotel ever

[starling-fantasies]

YANDERE XIAO HEADCANONS GO— /HJ

Okay but deadass I think Xiao as a yandere would be very interesting and I wanna see your spin on it. Only if you want to ofc.

yandere xiao headcanons

Synopsis: Who knew the vigilant Yaksha could get so violent for his sweetheart?

Pairing: yandere!Xiao x GN!reader (they/them)

A/N: FIRST XIAO REQUEST— this was probably my favorite set of yandere headcanons to write for! So thank you again for the submission! (Art belongs to @/stardustinqs on Deviantart)

TW: THIS IS YANDERE CONTENT. It will include many dark themes such as g0re, stalking, kidnapping, murder, drugging, unhealthy obsessions and many more, please don’t read if you’re easily triggered by this stuff

THIS IS PURELY FICTION AND I DO NOT CONDONE THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS. IF YOU’RE IN A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP GET OUT OF IT IMMEDIATELY

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Xiao has issues with understanding what people call “human emotions”

He’s never concerned himself with mortal activities, and he’s never had an interest in it whatsoever

The adeptus saw it as something pointless and ridiculous, something he shouldn’t waste his time on

But things started to change for him when you decided to drop by at the Wangshu Inn to try to meet the vigilant Yaksha

And fortunately for you, you did! However the encounter was a bit bumpy to say the least

He wasn’t too pleased that a “mere mortal” just so happened to disturb his peace and quiet

But he’s never really had anyone come willingly to visit him of all people, due to rumors surrounding him, so he did his best to be humble

Despite him coming off as rude at some points, the encounter wasn’t too bad, though it didn’t last very long

He disappeared two minutes into the conversation, and Xiao was nowhere to be found

So you decided to stop by again, but with help from the staff, you brought Xiao his favorite dish, Almond Tofu

However you figured that’s be a bit too “boring” as you’d call it, so you decided to bring something else with you to surprise the Yaksha

The adeptus leaned against the railing of the Wangshu Inn, taking in the fresh breezes of air tickling his handsome features. His cat-shaped eyes opened when he heard the light footsteps of a familiar someone, a skill he picked up a while ago. “Oh, it’s you again. What do you want?” Xiao asked, his tone anything but pleased.

You just slightly giggled at his demeanor and handed him a plate filled with his favorite snack, making Xiao quirk an eyebrow at this. “I uh— I made this for you. I heard that this was your favorite food anyways,” you answered to the adeptus lightheartedly, making him hum and take the plate. “I appreciate the gesture, I can’t stomach anything else anyways. Though I’m confused on why a mortal like you would come back to see me anyways.” The Yaksha pondered slightly, looking at you in an unreadable way.

But you only clasped your hands together and smiled at him. “Well, I think you’re quite amazing, Adeptus Xiao. With your dedication to protecting Liyue, it’s quite admirable. I appreciate something like that, I just want to get to see you- hell, maybe even get to know you a bit more and show how grateful I am.”

Xiao’s heart stopped at this confession. It was so straightforward and… sweet, it made his heart flutter a bit. The adeptus only scoffed and waved you off, pink blush dusting his face. “Whatever just— get out of here, if you find yourself in any form of trouble, speak my name.”

You could only giggle at his actions and wave Xiao goodbye before walking away from him. The amber-eyed male only gave himself a moment to compose himself before he noticed something next to the plate of food. A bracelet made from leaves, shaped in butterflies.

Maybe this mortal wasn’t so boring after all… he was more than intrigued.

A few days after that, you happened to call his name when you got caught up in quite the storm

Getting chased down by a bunch of hooligans who tried to take your stuff (and maybe your vision too)

Not to mention the lightning storm was quite bad, on top of your injuries from the gang, you were quite jacked up

The moment you screamed for his name, was when the “fun” really started to sink in

When Xiao appeared to help you, the way you ran into his arms in desperation, the way you were muttering helpless breaths to him and calling for his name

It made him feel… alive, in a sick and twisted way, he’s never had a mortal run up to him like this in ages

After all, almost every mortal he encountered would usually fear him in some way

Needless to say, he took care of the criminals with ease and precision, maybe showing off here and there

Xiao then patched up your wounds and bid you farewell, but it didn’t stop there…no no no, the game has just begun

It would take a bit for Xiao to go full on yandere mode for you, the first incident was just the start of it all

And when he finally lost it, you better pray for your life if you’re one of his victims

Protecting Liyue didn’t matter to him anymore, he only wanted to protect you

Xiao wouldn’t be a very self-aware yandere, after all he’s been doing many violent acts for years, he most likely forgot what true peace was then

So his kills would be fucking brutal. He wouldn’t hesitate to do anything gory or disgusting at all

If anyone just so happens to talk to you and it made him angry, don’t expect to see that person the next day

Even if he doesn’t kill them, that person will avoid you out of fear that their life would get taken away

When you do start to notice that they’re avoiding you, Xiao will comfort you and assure you that they’re not worth your time when you’re feeling sad about it

It’s a sick way of manipulating you so you can be “protected” by him

Kills by Xiao are messy and brutal

He just wants to get the job done, he won’t bother to torture his victims because he sees it as a waste

However he still makes sure that the victim suffers their fate, because scums like them don’t deserve to be in the calming presence of you

Also barely bothers to clean up too

So when the people of Liyue find out about a ruthless murder, you’ll run to him for comfort of the situation

And Xiao would be very pleased with the outcome of his work too, because he’d have his beloved running straight to him

Xiao always appears before you when you’re in danger, even when you don’t call for him

He wants to protect you at all costs, even if he knows you’re fully capable of it

When it comes to stalking, you never catch him in the act

The adeptus very quiet and stealthy, he can even make his footsteps as light as feathers, so you’ll never spot him

When Xiao does stalk you, he starts to act very very strange, such as giggling a bit maniacally or hugging himself

So he usually does his daily stalking when you’re out in the open with no one around, he just admires you from a distance

He’d also gift give you a lot of stuff in secret too

He learns about what you like via going through your things or just listening in on conversations

Xiao would leave them next to you when you’re sleeping or outside of your house, and he makes sure you skyways pick them up

If you happen to not find them, he’d give it to you personally, which would make you question how he found out about your favorite stuff even when you’ve never told him

Xiao would never dare to hurt you physically

However he would guilt-trip you and emotionally manipulate you a lot as well, and it’s a huge pain in the ass

You wouldn’t realize what he was doing to you since you trusted him enough

But that was your biggest mistake ever

Because now he’s got ahold of you, and he’ll guard you with his life

No matter the cost..

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You walked around the cold silence of Liyue, all alone in the woods, searching for any form of comfort. These past events have been getting to you. The disappearance of your friends, all the nightmares, everyone hesitating to get near you and deliberately avoid you.

It’s becoming too much.

You needed someone, anyone, who wouldn’t just leave you alone for once. And so you called his name.

“A-Adeptus Xiao..?”

And as he promised, he appeared before you, looking at your gloomy figure. Despite his gruff exterior, he softened at the sight of your fragile form, and the crucial look in his eyes weakened a bit. However, this was all just a facade he kept in front of you.

“What happened to you? You look spooked,” The guardian Yaksha spoke, keeping his exterior soft to help console you. You bent down with your knees on the ground as you held onto him, soon making Xiao follow your actions. “I-It’s… it’s everything happening— people in Liyue are going missing left and right— not to mention everyone else is dying.. I-I don’t know what to do anymore… I’m scared…”

Deep down inside, the Yaksha was ecstatic. He finally reached his goal, of having his darling fully depend on him. The smirk on his face was inevitable, but you couldn’t see it due to the fact you buried your face into his shoulder. Xiao sighed and kept up his calm facade before hugging you, calming you down. “Don’t worry, mortal. I will be here to protect you, as you know, speak my name when you seek for me, I promise I’ll be there for you.”

You let a small smile slip onto your face from Xiao’s words, but something didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. You’re not supposed to be feeling like this, like you’re in danger. At the very back of your head, you’re telling yourself to run, to get as far away from the adeptus as possible, but you didn’t know why. But it was already too late to run. It was too late from the very start.

As you were about to pull away from Xiao out of instinct, he only secured his grip on you, and you could feel his amber gaze staring deep within you, he only merely chuckled before continuing to trap you within his arms. You can’t run from him now, you’ve gotten too close, and you shouldn’t have from the very start.

“… Don’t worry my sweet sweet Y/N…. I’ll keep you close to me, so I can protect you forever.”

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[asexual-abomination]

Yandere Zoldyck Family adopting an young child reader who has austim and a weather controlling nen ability. How would they react to someone upseting and/or hurting the child?

Hello and welcome, to your bi-monthly reminder that I exist and am a writer! Really sorry for the lack of content in the last while, which unfortunately might continue until I hit a real spark of motivation.

I actually quite enjoyed writing this one once I got into the swing of it, so here’s to hoping I can keep that up with the other requests still collecting dust in my inbox.

As always, I have no formal education in writing, so any advice is always appreciated!

Hope you enjoy reading!

Yandere Zoldyck family protecting their weather-controlling autistic child

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After nearly a weeks worth of violent storms above the Zoldyck estate, Zeno decided to investigate from the skies

He was shocked to find an upset child sat against the grand wall of the estate

The decision was immediate to bring you inside the estate, and with Zeno’s help, you were even allowed into the main family home

Zeno ordered the butlers and family to help him in calming you down, as he had accurately assessed that your fear was the source of the abnormal storm

Eventually, they realised that you were very hungry, thirsty and tired, as you had been wandering lost around the walls of the estate for several days

This was usually the sort of duty that would be handed over to the nearest butler, but Kikyo felt moved to rush down to the kitchens and whip something up herself

While she usually took pride I’m not having to perform such measly duties, Kikyo felt almost giddy as she prepared a light meal, as she remembered hearing something about how normal people shouldn’t eat too much after starving for a while

She also ordered Kalluto to grab you warm blankets, and when he returned with them, he didn’t even think before laying the blanket across your shoulders directly, pulling away just shy of actually touching you

Before the day was out, it was clear that you had put the house in disarray, with Silva, the unfeeling beast, pitching in his share to help you feel better

When you were finally calm enough to explain yourself, and revealed that you had no family, everyone was surprisingly on board with keeping you around

Despite being a child, you were already too late to begin Zoldyck training, but you were allowed to tag along on your new ‘big siblings’ jobs

You could help them with cloud cover, or distracting targets with lightning, or other such things, though you were never allowed to interact with targets directly

Typically, you’d be staying with a butler somewhere that could oversee the target, and using your ability whenever you got the signal

The butlers sent with you were often the best in the household, but on this day you were being accompanied by a mere apprentice

It was a job with Silva, Illumi, and Killua working together, clearly someone who needed to be killed perfectly, not that it mattered to you

As you were waiting nearby the window, checking for signals, there was a loud banging at the door

Your butler attempted to eliminate the threat, but it turned out that some mistake had allowed the target to locate you first, and he was stronger than initially thought, and ended up decimating the poor butler

The horrible man held you up by the back of your neck, choking you while not trying to kill your

He told the Zoldycks to come out or else he’d squeeze your head off

And for several long, long seconds, they didn’t appear to actually be coming

His hand squeezed tighter and tighter, and you shrieked in pain, unable to use your ability indoors

Before all of a sudden, you were free

The man was screaming, though you didn’t get a chance to look over as you were bundled up into Silva’s arms

Silva had never in his life learned to be gentle, but he was good at giving a reassuring squeeze when needed

He keeps your head towards his chest, preventing you from looking back at the no-doubt carnage happening behind you

When you glance up at his face, he wears a dark expression of stormy anger, though it feels not too different from his usual face

You begin to squeak out apologies, apologising for getting caught and letting the butler die, believing this would surely be your end

When he looks down though, you can actually see his face shift into concern, looking over you carefully

“Are you hurt? Is your neck alright?”

He places you quite softly on the ground to get a better look at you, gently encouraging you to tilt your head so he could assess the damage

There are no outside wounds, but given your state as an untrained child, there were quite possibly underlying wounds that couldn’t be seen in your muscles

“Illumi. Killua.” His strong voice captures the room, as he instructs them keeping ‘working’ while he returns you safely home

Judging from the screams and giggles echoing from behind you, they were very much enjoying their ‘work’

Returning home is less hectic, Silva drops you with Zeno and Kikyo, heading to his room to ‘cool off’

Kikyo has her fun spoiling you to make you feel better, with sweet treats and fizzy drinks she’d never normally let you near to help calm you as a medical butler performs an uncomfortable examination on your neck

Once you’re done, and no sign of injury is visible, you tiredly ask if you can sleep on Mom’s lap

She shrieks when you call her mom and then doesn’t move for hours to let you sleep properly

It’s rare that the entire family is called together for a meeting, even more so when every butler on the grounds is in attendance, but that night while you’re fast asleep after reading with Alluka all evening, an important meeting on your safety is called to ensure no similar mistakes happen again

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Thanks for reading!

[yanderenightmare]

OHMYGOD YESFJDHDK. Imagine a genderbent! Toga falling in love with the league's newest recruit. And of course shigaraki's not going to do anything about toga's new obssession, he's been one of his most loyal followers since the beginning, consider this a gift from him. HOT HOT HOT

genderbent yandere ! TOGA HIMIKO

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DOLLY

He's always silently creeping about.

She'll think she's alone, but turn around and there he is.

Looming in the corner, playing with his knife, eyes fixed on her, small smile curving his lips as he silently admires those cute little things she does when she thinks no one is looking.

"Heya, Dolly."

He's so tall where he stands. And lean. Slender, but still visibly so much stronger than her.

Ash-blonde locks soft to the touch, but still wild in their semi curly thickness, hanging in loose waves around his ears, stopping just short of the nape of his neck. Bangs always falling forward, darkening his eyes with eerie shadows, making the gleefully sinister glint in them that much more prominent as he looks at her like a fossa licking his teeth when eyeing a lemur.

Eyes sharp like a cat's, alarmingly yellow, stuck somewhere between the danger of lightning and the pretty harmlessness of a dandelion, always following her around, black slits thin like a cut through the middle of them.

He's always got a drunk blush dusting his cheeks pink, and that crazed smile carving his otherwise cute face. Sharp fangs, which he never stops telling her he'd love to bury deep into the softness of her pretty neck and suck until she passes out like a frail little mouse caught in a mousetrap, all sweetly lightheaded and drained of fight against him.

Beige sweater matching his hair, making him look so sweet and innocent, soft like the fur of a kitten against her skin when he slinks his arms around her, his chin resting at the top of her head. Slender fingers, long as they playfully finger the band to her skirt, softly tracing the skin of her tummy as she stands there, not daring to move, though unable to control her shuddering.

Anyone could see she was uncomfortable as she was pulled onto his lap on musty sofa kept in their hideout, black flakey fake leather torn up and tethered, though serving as a better resting place than what they'd seen before of mattress-less metal springs.

She tried wiggling her way out of the possessive grip he kept on her waist, but his arms were long so he needn't use two to trap her, leaving his other hand free to pull the knife from his belt.

"Dollies don't struggle, you know." He mumbled, lips plush against her neck. A stark contrast to the sharp fang that soon graced the soft flesh. "They're supposed to be happy when they're played with..."

She pressed her thighs together once he drew a light line up over the doughy flesh with the sharp tip of the jagged knife. Careful not to draw any blood, though just a single pressuring touch away from slicing her pretty skin open to watch rich beautiful scarlet leak and make her scream.

"I'm not a toy, Toga." She whimpered, squirming on his lap, nudging further into his chest once the knife started lifting her skirt further up her thighs. Her arms locked to her sides, barred under his singular strong arm keeping her tightly situated against him.

"Dont be silly, Dolly. Of course you are." Toga snickered, his lips brushing smoothly along the shell of her ear as he whispered upon it. "Tomura-kun said so."

She knew she wasn't part of the gang like the rest of them were. She didn't like the boss, she didn't trust him either. Still... that stung.

Shigaraki had wanted her for her quirk, a voice-modulating quirk that could copy anything after hearing it, but once they got their hands on electronics that could achieve the same results as her, she was pretty much rendered useless.

She remembers how Toga cheered and drooled over her the first time she'd imitated someones voice on a mission, how he'd pinched her cheeks, rambling on about how their quirks went hand in hand with each other.

"He told me I deserve to be rewarded for my loyalty. He told me he'd get me whatever I wanted."

He lifted the knife to her throat, featherlight pressure kept the cold blade kissing at the fragile skin beneath it.

"I knew exactly what to ask for." He hummed, his arm loosening from squeezing the breath from her lungs, though still firmly denying her to escape her seat on his lap as his hand traveled down to trace soft fingertips over the plush warm flesh of her thighs. "And Tomura-kun did what he promised."

She kept wishing one of the kinder types would say something. Like Spinner or Twice, even Dabi if it was one of those rare occasion he was out to play hero. But, she beginning to realise that they all feared Toga, and especially what he was capable of if they were to deny him his favourite toy.

"He said I get to play with you however I like."

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A silent plea

Yandere!Kujou Sara x gn!reader

Wordcount:1366

CW:Yandere themes, death and torture mention

Kujou Sara knows her place. It’s always beneath and at Raiden Shogun’s beck and call. Some may think it's humiliating, to dedicate so much time and energy for the tyrant, yet Sara disagrees - Baal may be a cruel goddess, but she is a goddess nonetheless, meant to be praised and obeyed and Sara is nothing but a devoted worshipper, willing to commit any atrocity if it will please her archon.

She doesn't indulge in it, preferring to endure the cruelty of her own hands and telling herself that it is needed for Baal's eternity. All who resist and defy have deserved their fates, no matter how grim and bitter they are. How many rebels did she strike herself? Electro archon’s heart holds no mercy nor pity for her enemies, so Sara’s shouldn’t either. And it did, for a time, allowing Kujou Sara to fight and torture and interrogate, all in the name of her Goddess, until she met you.

It happened on the battlefield. Sara was aiming at someone, all her attention consumed by the distant figure and the tension of the bow in her hands as she heard a rustle of the leaves and then sensed a blade pressing down her jugular.

“Order your men to retreat”, you demanded, adding a bit more pressure. She couldn’t see it but felt a small trail of blood trickling down her neck and staining the clothes. It was an awful and dangerous situation to be in and for the first time in months she experienced fear so clearly and brightly.

“I don’t comply with the requests of traitors”, she kicked you, focusing the electro energy around her body. It was enough to give her time and protect Sara from your weapon, leaving just a shallow cut on her neck.

You gasped then, from pain and shock, eyes wide as you grasped the injured hand, and dropped the weapon. And then it was Sara’s turn to get surprised - you didn’t flee and she couldn’t see your vision. Were you that stupid or desperate? Did you really think that you could defeat her in a fair fight?

Sara took a stance, preparing for a quick victory, which it wasn’t. She had to claw it out, deflecting your blows and kicks - you were like a wild animal back then, feral and forceful, seemingly just a step away from lunging at Sara and biting a chunk of her flesh out. But unlike the beast, you were smart and tricky too, throwing small metal trinkets to redirect her lightning, leaping at her only when you were sure she wouldn't attack. If it wasn’t for her approaching men who knows for how long you would drag out this battle, using lowly tricks and stunts to make up for your obvious disadvantage.

You fled then, pulling out a smoke bomb to create a distraction, and something inside her changed. At first Sara thought it was respect, keeping her up at night and making her return to the place of your “fight”, replaying your moves in her memory again and again. Respect for your resourcefulness and loyalty to your cause, despite the opposite allegiance.

Nevertheless, the dreams, wet and messy and too dishonourable to be said out loud, made her change her perspective - she didn’t respect you, no, she wanted to be at your mercy again, to feel herself helpless and powerless as your figure looms over her vulnerable form.

Those were sick perverted fantasies, not to mention traitorous too. As the loyal servant of Raiden Shogun she couldn’t allow herself to fall victim to the animal urges and sinful lust. Who knows, what if her arrow falters and blade dulls because of the same craving and shameful desire? How can she allow herself to live further after such failure?

That’s why her efforts in capturing and neutralizing rebel camps doubled, despite the slowly rising wave of hesitation inside her.

The early morning greets Kujou Sara with the cold breeze of grey waves and the news she has both dreaded and anticipated. Her men finally located and captured the small insurgent group, hiding among the lush forests of Kannazuka, roughly dragging the rebels back to the Kujou encampment.

“Bring them here”, Sara says to one of the troops after she exits her apartment, her battle regalia already on. The soldier bows and quickly hurries to the furthermost nondescript building - a makeshift cell for all prisoners before they’re sent to the capital.

Sara trails his figure, feeling how her own heart thumps, head aching from the sudden tension and anxiety and she doesn’t know whether she wants to see your face or not. “A moment of truth”, she whispers to herself as one painfully long second is replaced by the other.

Turns out, you are in that group too, as the mentioned soldier leads you out with the other prisoners, your hands tightly cuffed by a long chain. Kujou squints as she looks over all of you, your frame being her main focus. You are tired and dirty, she notes, but also defiant and full of fight, just like that fateful day.

Sara orders her men to lead you to the interrogation room, and put the rest in the cells, she accompanies the soldier, eyeing your form as he tugs on your chains - you don't want to go, it's obvious, but in the end fatigue and simple weakness win and your legs buckle.

You have new bruises, she notes, purple-bluish they stand out in a stark angry contrast against your skin. Maybe her men got handsy, maybe they weren’t careful with transporting you enough - no matter the reason she needs to punish them.

“Out”, Sara says, once you’re tied and secured in one place, defiant eyes burning right through her. The soldier quickly bows before exiting the room and leaving Sara with you alone, and that’s when she feels it again - the wave of longing and carnal desire so strong that she yearns to touch your body no matter how dirty and battered it is.

“Why am I here?”, you ask, voice low and scratchy after days of complete silence, snatching Sara from her thoughts, and by the archons the sound of your voice is enough to awaken something in her, pink dusting her cheeks.

"You don't have a vision", she says instead of answering you, feeling how her heart speeds up from those words alone:"but you still defied Raiden Shogun's eternity and you will be punished accordingly"

A crooked smile makes it to your face, resignation mixing with pure hatred boiling in your eyes. Sara wants to shiver and turn away, hide from your gaze, yet she endures it, not a single muscle betraying her.

"You will be tortured regardless of you knowing anything about resistance plans", you don’t stop smiling, yet your expression grows even more tense. Like a deadman, Sara thinks to herself - she had seen it of course, the face, the resignation, and she doesn’t like it. The mere idea of you suffering and screaming under someone else's hands enough to make her taste a sour bile on her tongue.

"Then why are you telling me all of this?", you raise one brow.

"There’s a way to avoid that. Aid me in my service to Raiden Shogun and your crimes will be forgiven". Sara leans closer to you, her golden eyes transfixed on your face. "Please agree", she wants to say: "It's for your own good".

“I don’t comply with the requests of traitors”, you spit back at her and she jerks away, remembering your bestial nature. If only you were more obedient Sara would worship you like a second deity, her love and devotion to you surpassed only by the reverence she holds towards Baal. She would dress you in silks and kiss every spot on your body, ripping out the most pleasurable and desperate moans out of your lips. She would fall on the knees before you, patiently awaiting your command.

But she can’t - deep down you’re an animal, feral and ungrateful and rabid beasts deserve nothing but death.

“I will come back tomorrow and ask you again. I suggest you take back your words”.

Kujou Sara knows her place. She wishes you knew yours.

[yanderes-galore]

You're both either Ponies or Humans for obvious reasons. Masterlist for MLP, some fics were originally deleted for personal reasons.

Yandere! My Little Pony Masterlist V2

Friendship Is Magic/Generation 4

General

- Yandere! Queen Chrysalis vs Princess Cadence Concept (Rivalry - Romantic) (Reupload/Repost) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Twilight Sparkle vs Yandere! Sunset Shimmer (Rivalry - Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Rainbow Dash vs Applejack (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Princess Celestia + Luna with Alicorn! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Queen Chrysalis vs King Sombra (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Platonic! Princess Luna + Celestia with Reformed! Darling (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

MLP Virus AU

- Yandere Virus! Twilight Sparkle Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Virus! Fluttershy Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Virus! Rainbow Dash Concept (Ft. Pinkie Pie) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Virus! Princess Cadance Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Virus! Queen Chrysalis Concept/Idea (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Twilight Sparkle

- Yandere! Twilight Sparkle Concept (Romantic) (Repost/Reupload) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Twilight Sparkle with Princess! Darling (Romantic) (Repost/Reupload) [FEMALE]

- Yandere! Twilight Sparkle with Draconequus! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Twilight Sparkle with Princess! Darling Expanded Concept (Romantic) [FEMALE]

- Yandere! Twilight Sparkle with Genius! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Twilight Sparkle (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Spike (Platonic)

- Yandere! Platonic! Spike with Pony! Darling (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Rarity

- Yandere! Rarity with Fashion Model! Darling (Romantic) (Repost/Reupload) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Rarity Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Rainbow Dash with Hippogriff! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Rainbow Dash

- Yandere! Rainbow Dash Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Rainbow Dash (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Fluttershy

- Yandere! Fluttershy Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Fluttershy (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Applejack

- Yandere! Applejack Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Pinkie Pie

- Yandere! Pinkie Pie Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Pinkie Pie and Clones with Pegasus! Darling (Poly/Rivalry - Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Sunset Shimmer

- Yandere! Sunset Shimmer Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Maud Pie

- Yandere! Maud Pie Concept (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Big Mac

- Yandere! Big Mac with Earth Pony! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Granny Smith

- Yandere! Young! Granny Smith with Time Traveler! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Spitfire

- Yandere! Spitfire Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Cleaning Duty - Yandere! Spitfire Scenario (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Flim & Flam

- Yandere! Flim/Flam Concept (Rivalry/Sharing - Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Lightning Dust

- Yandere! Lightning Dust with Unicorn! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Capper Dapperpaws

- Yandere! Capper Dapperpaws with Shy! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Princess Celestia

- Yandere! Princess Celestia with Pegasus! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) (Repost/Reupload) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Princess Celestia Prompt 1 (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Princess Celestia Concept (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Princess Celestia (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Princess Luna/Nightmare Moon

- Yandere! Nightmare Moon with Apprentice! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) (Repost/Reupload) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Princess Cadance

- Yandere! Platonic! Princess Cadance with Sibling! Darling (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Discord

- Yandere! Discord Concept (Romantic/Platonic) (Repost/Reupload) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

King Sombra

- Yandere! King Sombra with Pegasus! Darling (Romantic) (Repost/Reupload) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere King Sombra Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Queen Chrysalis

- Yandere Queen Chrysalis with Pegasus! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Queen Chrysalis (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Lord Tirek

- Yandere! Lord Tirek x Earth Pony! Darling [Romantic/Platonic/Pet-like (Darling's end)] [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Storm King

- Yandere! Storm King with Pegasus! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Storm King Prompt 19 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Storm King Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

The Dazzlings

- Yandere! The Dazzlings Concept (Romantic - Rivalry/Sharing) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

A New Generation/Generation 5

Sprout Cloverleaf

- Yandere! Sprout Cloverleaf Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Hitch Trailblazer

- Yandere! Hitch Trailblazer with Alicorn! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Hitch Trailblazer with Unicorn! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Izzy Moonbow

- Yandere! Izzy Moonbow with Shy! Unicorn! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Zipp Storm

- Yandere! Zipp Storm with Wandering Merchant! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Sunny Starscout

- Yandere! Sunny Starscout with Earth Pony! Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Soft "Yandere!" Platonic! Sunny Starscout with Alicorn Mentor! Darling (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Rocky Riff

- Yandere! Rocky Riff Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Filly Four

- Yandere! Sugar Moonlight with Alicorn! Rival! Darling (Romantic - Rivalry/Harem) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Opaline Arcana

- Yandere! Opaline Arcana Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

[whaleofatjme1920]

EJ SIMPS RISE 😤😤💪💪💪

may i please request a scenario for yandere ej x fem reader where ej is punishing the reader for escaping ? feel free to go DARK dark with this one <3

Cream Colored Ceiling

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: NSFW - but not for sexual content, just violence, what isn't a warning in this one, mentions of cannibalism (but there is no described cannibalism, just allusions to it), EJ physically harms the reader, amputation, violence of all kinds, throw up, look this is just,,,, it's dark. I repeat, there is no sexual content in here, it's just physically violent]

[AN: yeah. This was uh, yeah.]

Hazy, your mind is hazy. You wake and open your eyes to see that same fucking cream colored ceiling with water damage leaking through the top and dangerously close to your bed, if you’d even want to call it your bed.

You raise one of your hands that feels heavier than stones and wipe quietly at your eyes, dusting them from the sleep. Your body feels heavy, oh so heavy.

You sit up. Nothing strange so far.

Has he really been that gracious with you?

You yawn and stretch, joints and bones popping as you look out the window. There’s that cursed forest. It looks dark, shadowy, misty. The fog is rolling in and you know with it comes the rain. You’re going to be stuck here forever, aren’t you?

The sunlight doesn’t filter through the window, but there’s light regardless. You’re deep into mid Autumn and with it will come winter. It’ll be the third winter you’ve been trapped with this monster.

Your mouth feels dry, much too dry. You smack your lips together a few times, wondering where your saiva has gone and decide to go to the kitchen. It seems like Jack isn’t home right now, which is probably for the best. Alongside him being out, so too is your natural fear of him. You swing your legs over the side of your bed, wondering why you feel so physically exhausted before attempting to stand up.

“Shit!” You cry out as your knees buckle beneath you, your body cascading like a pile of bricks to the floor. Your knees and palms blank onto the hardwood, digging into you most uncomfortably. Tears well in your eyes as you struggle to get off the floor. You continue to curse under your breath as you glance back at your ankles where large surgical wounds lay, covered in stitches and gauze. What the fuck? When did that happen?

Your heart begins to race when you slow, calculated steps padding on the floor. You’re all too familiar with the sound of those combat boots knocking on the floor, pacing back and forth and keeping you awake at all hours of the night. Panic sears itself into your heart as you attempt to get up, pathetically crawling along the floor and reaching for your bedpost.

Jack stands in your doorway, his large form casting a shadow on your throw rug. He tsks, and you can already tell he’s more than disappointed with you. “What did I tell you about getting up?” He asks, voice smooth and clinical, once again padding towards you.

You feel tears well in your eyes as you curl as tightly into a ball as you can.

Jack breathes out with slight disappointment before crouching down and seeing your sorry form. “You knew this was going to happen,” he says, half lidded eyes watching you curiously before he reaches his large, gloved hand out. “Did you pop any of your sutures?” He tilts his head to the side and looks over your swollen, still bloodied ankles. “I think you might’ve.” He reaches to pick you up and you begin to panic, blubbering your apologies.

“I’m sorry, please, don’t touch me, don’t hurt me-” you begin to babble, your remaining strength trying their hardest to push the behemoth away. Tears well in your eyes as Jack grips your calves, sending pain holting like lightning strikes up and down your lower body, making you cry out in pain.

“You deserve it,” he murmurs, his claws pinching into your skin before he lifts you. A glance of annoyance passes over his face before he yanks your grip from the bed.

You struggle against him as you pound your fists into his broad chest, tears of frustration falling down your cheeks.

The tall demon moves without budging. He doesn’t care, you barely feel like a scratch to him.

You watch your surroundings, still fighting against him and feel your heart sink when you realize he’s taking you down the hall that he’s deemed forbidden. The energy you feel from this specific hallway makes you cry out in fear.

Jack eats it up, his own heart beating just a little faster. You won’t ever do what you pulled last night again. He juggles you into one his arms and uses his free hand to unlock the door, the slight beeps of numbers being added into a keypad making your attention shift ever so slightly.

The inside of this room is like a horror scene to you. You see an operating table, and stainless steel tables, cabinets and countertops. There’s a large trash bin filled with bloody gauze and other things, such as discarded clothes, clumps of hair, things you don’t want to think of. Is this it? Is he finally going to kill you?

Fear overtakes your system again and renders you to nothing but silent sobs as Jack pulls off a turquoise colored sheet from the operating table, placing you down.

You try to get off, wiggling and clawing at him. “Let me go!” You cry out like a broken record of a mantra, your eyes wild and feral.

Jack simply shrugs you off, tying large leather brown straps over your waist and your chest, rendering you immobile. “The more you struggle, the more it’s going to hurt you,” he hums, his clawed hands moving across your chest to your wrists. He quickly ties you down there as well, your legs numbly kicking at him through the pain due to severed Achilles tendons. He flicks the wound on your left leg, grinning at your pain. “Won’t be needing these anymore,” he chuckles.

“What?” You say in shock, pupils restricting to the size of pim points.

He takes a seat on his wheeled stool and begins setting you up with an IV drip. “Gonna sedate you, and when you wake up?” He warmly smiles, pricking the vein on your right arm with the needle, making you weakly thrash once more. “Get some sleep,” he murmurs, pumping some sedatives into your bloodstream.

You feel more tears welling in your eyes as your conscience begins to wean. The world becomes more shapes and colors, merging into brightness and shadows before you finally slip into your dreams.

You haven’t been able to trick Jack like this in the history of well, ever. Almost three years with this nightmare and you’ve finally gained enough of his trust to ask him for some time out.

“Don’t stay in there for too long,” he says, large hand gripping your thigh as you swallow down the feeling of hitting him from where you remain seated in the passenger seat. “I want you back safely,” he murmurs, his other hand gently letting go of the wheel to cup your face.

You do your best to show love and admiration in your eyes as you meet his gaze. “Don’t worry. It’s just an hour or so, okay?” You hum, your hand gently holding his and burying your face deeper into his warmth.

“I don’t know why you need anyone else’s company,” he says, a slight acrid venom seeping into his tone. “You don’t need anyone else but me.” It’s almost cute how offended he sounds.

You play the part of loving him. “I know, I know,” you coo, taking his hand from your face and pressing your lips into a pucker. You raise his hand to them, planting a kiss on his palm. “I love you. I won’t be that long.”

Jack’s heart flutters. “I’ll be here, waiting for you.” He says, watching you as you unbuckle yourself, his hand reluctantly leaving your thigh.

You flash him a warm smile and lean over to press a kiss to his cheek, and then his lips. You try not to spit at the scent of blood and taste of rot before pulling away. You then open up his car, sliding from the passenger seat and to the rinky dink little bar you’d managed to convince him to let you go to. Just an hour - that’s all it was. Just an hour. You’d be in and out, get some drinks, and come straight back to his car.

Due to Jack’s appearance, he had told you he couldn’t go in. They’d know something was wrong with him immediately, and you’d gained enough of his trust for you to be away for just an hour. Come straight back to the car when it reaches 10 PM. You promised him. And he fucking believed you.

It wasn’t that hard finding some idiot down on his luck with the ladies. You cozied up next to him, getting to sit with him at the bar and start talking. He was so attentive and sweet, so receptive to the story you had made up to him.

“That sounds awful,” he says, voice low and sweet. His deep blue eyes look at you with nothing but gentleness and fondness. His hand reaches for yours across the bar and you smile, allowing him to take it.

“I just wanna get away from that brute,” you admit. “I just wanna go home.”

He squeezes you just a little tighter. “Why don’t we go back to my car and call the cops?” He offers.

“Where did you park?” You ask, hoping it’s not in the front lot where Jack remains waiting for you.

“In the back.”

What a relief.

A slight smile blooms on your face as you nod. “Yeah, let’s go,” you finally answer. You hop off the barstool and then grip his hand, letting him lead you through the bar and the sea of people. It smells like sweat, alcohol, and regret - you love it. It smells like the beginning of freedom, something better. Maybe, just maybe…

He opens the backdoor to you, allowing you out first. The crisp night air of autumn greets you with her beauty. You can smell maple leaves and pumpkins out in the distance, the atmosphere is incredible. “That one’s mine,” he says, pointing to his car a little ways down in the parking lot under one of the yellow lights. He continues holding your hand as the two of you walk through the parking lot.

You watch as he unlocks the car door, walking around the side to let you in. You accompany him and slide into the passenger seat. Putting this seat belt on feels almost liberating. You giggle when the short man closes the door before walking around the front of his car.

And then he pauses.

Fear seeps into his eyes and leans forward, his abdomen cutting into the hood of the hunk of metal that can barely be called a car before sweat beads and rolls down his forehead. He begins to cough, violently.

Your eyes widen in shock as he begins to cough up blood, and tears well in his eyes. They roll down his cheeks, fat and crystalline like the beads of sweat. He reaches out to you, mouthing for you to run before finally slumping forwards.

You see him, the behemoth that’s held you captive for three years, a sapphire colored mask boring into your soul and searing into your mind with what you can understand is pure, unadulterated rage. You scramble, panicking as you notice the large blade that’s wedged itself into the man’s back as he seizes on the car, his thick body rolling off from the hood and landing with a large ‘thump!’ as he does so. Foam and the smell of something unpleasant wafts upwards and you palm the handle of the car, attempting to release yourself.

Jack takes slow, calculated steps forwards, his shadow growing larger as he gears up to catch you and claim you as his.

Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, the panic overtaking your system as you finally get the car open. You shoot out of the metal cage like a bat from hell and stumble onto the asphalt, hissing as the black tar digs into your knees and palms. No time for registering your pain, you need to run! Like a freshly born faun, you hobble up and begin to run, wondering if you can make it back to the bar and the safety of other people when Jack’s steps grow quicker.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! He’s going to catch you and he’s going to kill you!

“You’re such a stupid little rabbit,” he hums, watching as you sorely sprint towards the door. “Look what you’ve done,” he taunts, hand gesturing to the man. “You made me kill him and I’m not even hungry,” he hums. “Maybe I should make you eat it instead,” he muses.

The thought alone makes your stomach retch. You stumble once more, body feeling violently ill as you cave. The alcohol paired with his words has you emptying your stomach of its contents that splash to the asphalt, the sickly acrid and saccharine taste overtaking your mouth.

Jack’s giant form finally overtakes you. He stands with his hands behind his back, peering down at you with disdain. “Fucking disgusting,” he coos in a tone that reminds you of a condescending father. He grips the back of your neck and forces you down.

You screech and fight him, not wanting to touch what came out of you.

“No? No,” he grins. “Fine. Let’s go see your date.” His claws dig into your neck as he drags you back to the man’s car where he’s finally gone still. He’s left a puddle of blood. Jack laughs quietly at your struggling before forcing you to your knees. “Are you hungry?”

“No-”

“I think you mean yes.”

The taste of blood still lingers in your mouth, and it remains even in your slumber.

Of course, you passed out due to your traumatic experience, and threw up again as well. Jack took advantage of your fragile state and brought you back to your home, the place you belonged - with him. He cut your Achilles tendons, just a warm up, really.

“Time to wake up.” Jack’s voice permeates your head, rousing you from your slumber. His gloved hands are snapping in front of you.

It’s bright, much too bright. Your body feels simultaneously heavier and lighter. Where are you? You see that you’re now looking into an operating light, and it’s super uncomfortable. “What did you do to me?” You ask drowsily.

Jack ignores your question and instead picks you up. His footsteps begin to lull you into sleep.

Exhausted, you fall back in again, and this time? This time, it’s dreamless.

It’s that fucking cream colored ceiling again that you open your eyes to. The water damage is still the same, and you realize you’re still stuck. You’re about to get up when you hear your door opening.

“Nice to see you up,” Jack says, watching as you slowly come to. “Did you dream about anything?”

You narrow your eyes recoiling as he reaches his hand out to pet you.

Jack glares at you for a moment, his hand straightening before he slaps you. “Don’t get testy, I’ll take your arms next,” he murmurs.

You’re about to bite back when you take in his words. What? Your heart begins to sink, deeper and deeper as your hand shakily reaches to the edge of your bed sheets. No. No. NO. You hold your breath as you rip the sheets off. Your flesh is swollen, puffy and looks like it’s crying out in its own form of pain. Large, manila colored casts and bandages surround your thighs and what remains of your knees.

You begin to hyperventilate. Your chest begins to rise and fall faster and faster - your body feels like a prison.

Jack only coos. “Stop that,” he says lovingly, hand petting your head as you fall deeper and deeper into despair. He removes the black glove from his hand and grabs your face, his dark, eyeless sockets boring into your own eyes. He looks at you with such adoration that acts as a front for the betrayal and anger he feels for you deep down inside. He draws closer to your tear stained face, a small smile bearing shark-like teeth at you before parting his lips to speak to you. “You’re being hysterical.”

[jjungkookislife]

All Hallows’ Eve

↬ pairing: warlock!hoseok x virgin!reader

↬ genre: hocus pocus (loosely) inspired au, smut 18+

↬ summary: On All Hallows’ Eve you light a candle in an abandoned house.

↬ wc: 6k

↬ warnings: cursing, virgin!reader, (semi) yandere hoseok, excessive use of pet names, mentions of stealing children’s souls, side character death (sorry tae), kidnapping, use of potions, oc and hoseok’s death in a flashback (they are hung as witches, brief mention), hoseok’s able to control the reader minimally with his voice, angry mob, mentions of reincarnation, hair pulling, fingering (f, receiving), oral sex (f, giving and receiving), 69, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting), possessiveness, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie

↬ date: October 31, 2020

Fear courses through your veins as a clap of thunder rumbled throughout the house you were in. You screamed, but another roll of thunder drowned it out. It drained the blood from your face. You were ghastly, clutching your arms to hold yourself still.  

You trembled, tears streaming down your cheeks in heavy floods. You cursed the day you ever met Kim Taehyung and his so-called friends. If it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be standing in the abandoned house on the edge of town shaking in your boots. 

Who even knew If Taehyung was even still in the house, having left your side at the first clap of thunder as the wind howled and shook the house so fiercely, you wondered how it managed to stay in one piece.  

Dust and cobwebs littered the home. The floorboards squeaked under your boots and the only light you had was from the flashes of lightning that came from the windows.  

You wanted to leave, to go to your home, and never speak to Taehyung again. You hated him at the moment, loathed his very existence, and dark thoughts filled your head as you walked into a door.  

Your trembling hands reached out for the doorknob as you inhaled deeply. The door opened with a push. A loud creaking rattled your bones as you prayed for a way out.  

Darkness engulfed you almost immediately when your feet passed the threshold. The door swung shut after you, and thunder drowned another piercing scream. A single candle illuminated the room. It sat beside a big, thick, leather-bound book laid open on a stand.  

With hesitant feet, you approached it. You knew you should have tried to leave, but your curiosity got the best of you.  

Your hands hovered over the book, barely making out the words scrawled on the page in black ink that seemed to dance in the candlelight. Your heart was pounding in your ears, your eyes squinting to read the penmanship before the book began to turn its pages on its own.  

You took a step back, gasping as it roared to life before settling onto a page. You leaned over the book, your hair falling over your shoulder as you read the page. 

None of it made sense to you.  

When the wind howls like wolves in the night of All Hallows’ Eve and the flame comes alive by the hand of an untouched, then he shall rise from his sleep.

You noticed a second candle on the opposite side of the first and you grabbed the lit one to light the other. You were thankful for the instant glow of the flame, hoping you’d be able to take one of them with you on your quest to exit the house.  

A clap of thunder rattled the house. A swirl of wind chilled you to the bone as lightning flashed and the book released a thunderous roar that had you falling on your ass. You scrambled backward until your back met the door, moving over to the wall beside it as you blindly tried to grasp the doorknob.  

The flames of the candles flickered before erupting into large flames that flowed upward toward the ceiling, melding together to create a giant flame that reached the roof, but it didn’t burn.  

You shut your eyes tight, sobbing furiously as you rocked back and forth. Fear paralyzed you, your voice suddenly gone.  

“Finally!” a loud voice boomed over the thunder. You peeled open an eye to see a man dressed in all black stretching his arms and popping his neck.  

You cowered in fear.  

“Oh, fuck!” More of his bones pop loudly, his groans filling the room as shadows dance on the walls from the flames. 

You’re sure he can hear the drumming of your heart as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t believe this is how you met your end, and it was all Taehyung’s fault. You should have never followed him here. Nobody knew where you were; nobody would look for you here.  

Your sobs racked your chest, drawing the strange man’s gaze.  

A smirk appeared on his face. “Looks like my meal is here. Rise.”

You don’t move, repeating, “he’s not real. He’s not real. None of this is real.”

Hoseok laughs darkly, the sound making the hairs on your arms rise.  

“But my dear, I can assure you it is.” He cackles, thunder mixing with the sound to make it even more terrifying.  

“Looks like you’ve met your maker. Don’t you know better than to wander into abandoned houses and light candles beside a spellbook? Has nobody warned you about the dangers that lurk in the dark?”  

You don’t answer, wailing louder instead, but it’s useless. Hoseok rolls his eyes. All your shrieking and crying just won’t do.  

“I said rise!” He shouts, his hand pointed in your direction, his middle and index fingers moving in a come hither motion. Before you know it, you’re on your feet, gasping. 

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing? And a virgin at that.” a salacious smile lights up his face as he circles you.  

“A virgin lighting my candle. I’ve been waiting centuries for this. Nobody comes up here, not since that damn animal has kept people away. The last virgin lit one candle, but not the other. Such a pity that animal dragged him out of the house and devoured him to keep me trapped. Funny how he hasn’t been around? Probably found that little friend of yours and had him for a snack.”

Hoseok shrugs, standing in front of your trembling body, smiling to himself. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, but your eyes remained squeezed shut. 

“Look at me,” he demands in a gruff voice. You refuse.  

Hoseok chuckles, his tongue peeking from between his lips as he leans forward. Your breathing halts, body stoic as you feel his tongue lick the tears from your cheek up to your lashes.  

Hoseok licks his lips as he steps back. “I said, look at me!”

His roar sends the furniture in the room flying, smashing into smithereens as it hits the wall behind you. It’s all wood kindling in seconds. 

“Do I scare you, my love?�� His voice is softer now as two of his fingers lift your chin. You release a shaky breath as you nod as best as you can. 

“Good,” he states with giddiness. “Now open those pretty eyes for me. Let me see all of you.” 

His voice is seductive, soft, like a lullaby. You open one eye and then the other, tears no longer streaming down your face.   

Hoseok meets your gaze, “such a delicate flower.”  

You remain still as he wipes the last of your tears with his thumbs. There’s a certain familiarity in your eyes that he can’t move past. Could it be…?

“You’ve set me free, my love. You summoned me. Now I am yours and you are mine. However, your heart belongs to another and we can’t have that, now can we?” You look up at him with wide, questioning eyes. 

“I-it doesn’t,” you stutter, but it’s hopeless. The man in front of you won’t hear of it.  

“What should I do with him?” Hoseok asks himself as he paces back and forth, ignoring the creaking of the floorboards beneath him. 

“Don't hurt him!” You cry.  

Hoseok stops, smirking.  

“Did you lie to me, my pet? Didn’t you just say your heart didn’t belong to another?”

“Please,” you plead, falling to your knees. 

“Hmm, here I thought I could make you my bride instead of taking your soul. What a pity,” he scoffs as he takes his spellbook and turns to a blank page. He takes a quill and dips it in the inkwell. “Your name? And the name of your lover?”

Silence.  

Hoseok’s patience is wearing thin.  

“I don’t have all century. Well… I do, but I’m not a very patient man. Tell me or I will make you tell me.”

“Y/n,” you answer in a shaky voice. He grins from ear to ear as he writes it in his book.  

“Y/n.” He repeats, testing it out. “I think Mrs. Jung Hoseok has a better ring to it. Don't you think so?”

Hoseok.

The name sounded familiar to you as you watch him write his name next to yours before encircling it in a symbol you can’t decipher.  

Your heart thuds frantically in your chest. Your body falling to its knees as Hoseok murmurs a spell to bind the two of you together for all eternity.   

Your heart feels like it’s been seared, and you gasp before falling unconscious. 

The sound of an animal growl had chased Taehyung off. His friends had all ditched him, but he couldn’t leave without you. It had been a mistake to come here in the first place. He had heard all the stories of the warlock and his wife that lived here, taking the lives of the young to live for eternity. The house had been preserved decently for hundreds of years, until people just stopped caring. Now, it was a vandalized mess, used as a hangout spot for teens and young adults to frighten each other. Halloween was the perfect opportunity to come up and explore the house, wanting to scare the daylights out of you.

Taehyung hadn’t planned on getting separated from you, just his friends. You were supposed to be scared, cling to him, and have him comfort you. He was going to lead you through the house, something he had explored thoroughly to make sure he wouldn’t get scared on the night he’d take you. He had studied every room, done research on the home and its previous owners. He had prepped for this for weeks, and now you were nowhere to be found.

Could you have left on your own? Braved the storm? Had another animal chased you off instead?

“Y/n! Are you here?” Taehyung shouts, his hand splayed on a wall. His oversized long sleeve button-down shirt lies open on his chest. The red and black plaid complementing his black tee. He had tried his best to look presentable, but now that he was dripping with sweat, induced by fear, he didn’t give a fuck how he looked. He needed to get you out of here. He didn’t know what else lurked in the dark, and if he was being honest, he didn’t want to find out.

“Y/n!” His shout rolls through the house, but there’s no response as lightning flashes, followed shortly by a loud clap of thunder that racks his bones.  

“Y/n! Please!” Taehyung walks further into the home, seeing an orange glow coming from beneath a door. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen this room, there’s no way he would have missed it with the number of times he checked out the home on his own. He had marked each door with red tape. This one didn’t have any.

“Y/n?” Taehyung pushed open the door, dropping to his knees the moment he stepped into the room. His back arches, head tilted back as his chest constricts. A horrifying scream escapes him as he feels his body burning from the inside out.  

Thunder claps loudly, drowning the last of Taehyung's screams.

When you awake much, much later, you realize you’re no longer in the abandoned house. You blink, rubbing your eyes as you sit up.  

You realize you’re sitting in the middle of an enormous bed, bigger than any bed you’ve ever been on. A chandelier illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls that sent a tremor down your back.  

In the room's corner, by the wardrobe, you catch a sparkle.  

Hoseok steps forward into the light, smiling.  

“I thought you’d be more resilient. After all, a warlock like myself only deserves the best. I’ll have to fix that with a spell,” he says, more so to himself than you.  

You move your hand over your heart; it aches. 

“That’ll hurt for a bit, I’m afraid. We’re bound, you and I. My name’s seared on your heart until I choose to be rid of you. You will remain at my side for all eternity, my love. Nobody else shall own your heart, nor mine. Isn’t that wonderful?”  

Tears pool in your eyes. 

Hoseok licks his lips. “Of course. Should I grow tired of you, I can reverse the spell and you’ll die. You’ll only live as long as I do, and for that, I need the souls of the young. That’s never been a problem for me to gather though.”

“You’re going to steal souls?” You ask in a voice barely above a whisper.  

“But of course! How else will I stay at your side for eternity? Now, how about I draw you a bath and get you dinner so I can dress you in something more… appropriate for my bride?”

You nod, allowing him to help you out of the bed. You wonder if he’s cast a spell over you to make you obedient, pliant, but you don’t fight him, anyway. Little do you know, his voice, along with his name seared into your heart, is enough for you to bend at his will. 

Hoseok leads you to the bathroom where he’s drawn a bath. The sweet scent of vanilla fills your nostrils as you step to the side. You take a moment to admire Hoseok. He’s truly beautiful, ethereal.  

His black hair is parted in the middle to show his forehead, his ears pierced and earrings dangle from both lobes. He’s not too tall, but his demeanor definitely makes him seem like a giant towering over you.  

His lithe body is immaculate, and you can see his thighs squeezed tight in his black leather pants. His heart-shaped smile makes you flush as you turn away from him. He licks his lips, pride filling his chest.

“Strip, my love.” 

You glare at him, but slowly undo your pants, shimmying out of them.  

‘This has got to be a dream.’ You think as you pull your shirt over your head to discard on the floor next to your pants.  

Hoseok admires you from a distance, watching you intently as you get naked. You slowly get into the tub, moaning as the hot water envelops your body.  

The bubbles in the tub cover you, but your cheeks still flush with heat when Hoseok crosses the room to kneel beside the tub. He places two of his fingers under your chin. 

“You are breathtaking.” You look away, your hands playing with the bubbles.  

Hoseok chuckles as he rises to his feet. In seconds, he has his clothes off and is getting into the tub with you. You gasp, moving forward as you feel his bare chest pressed against your back.  

“It’s a dream,” you murmur to yourself as Hoseok wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. It sends shivers down your spine.  

“It’s not, my love. You shall see in a moment that it’s not…” Hoseok trails off, his hands releasing you as you hear him tinker with something on the edge of the tub. A few puffs and swirls of smoke surround you before he finally says, “ah-ha.”

Hoseok doesn’t miss the look of confusion on your face as you turn to look at him over your shoulder. He grins.  

“Drink this tea,” Hoseok instructs as he tries to hand you a teacup on a saucer. You look at it skeptically before looking up at Hoseok.  

“You’re mad, right? You don’t think I’m actually going to drink something offered to me by a stranger ?”

Hoseok sighs in frustration. “I am not a stranger, my love. Drink the tea and you’ll find out.”

You hesitate, your curiosity gnawing at you from the inside out. What’s the worst that could happen? He had already kidnapped you.  

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth before taking the cup, bringing it to your lips, and drinking it all in one go. The wide smile on Hoseok’s face has you filled with worry, but what’s done is done. 

“That was disgusting,” you sputter, wiping your lips with the back of your hand before handing the cup back to him. 

 He chuckles, shaking his head. “Potions don’t always taste the best, love. Now, close your eyes.”

You close your eyes, inhaling sharply when images appear, your hand searching out Hoseok’s in fear. He clasps your hand, whispering sweet nothings to calm you, but it does little to help.  

It seems like all your past lives are playing in your mind at the speed of light before settling on your first.  

It’s you as a child, running through a field with whom you can only assume is Hoseok at your side. The two of you are so carefree, giggling as you run, but the giddiness is short-lived as the scene changes and it’s the two of you beside a cauldron. Hoseok is reading from the book you’d found in the house by the candles, and you’re adding ingredients to the mix. Hoseok recites a spell, the book heavy in his hands as he spits in the cauldron, and it thunders to life as a black swirl of smoke overtakes your vision.

Once again, the scene changes. This time it’s you and Hoseok, under a willow tree, confessing your love for each other with bashful expressions and shy kisses. Soon, under the same willow tree, you’re exchanging wedding vows and promising each other forever.  

Then the scene changes one last time. Chaos surrounds you as you run from the mob of villagers. Hoseok tugs you by the hand, but alas, you’re met at a dead end, with nowhere to go.  

Hoseok’s heart shatters, his eyes meeting yours with an apologetic look. He apologizes. His heart cracks into pieces as the two of you get captured by the villagers with no way to escape.  

You’re holding hands with him, looking at nobody else as the villagers shout obscenities mixed in with, “witch! Witch! Witch!”

“A warlock, actually,” Hoseok corrects them with a smile and looks at you, telling you he loves you dearly. You feel tears run down your cheeks, squeezing his hand before he recites a spell, and the lever’s pulled and you’re dead in an instant. Hung from that willow tree right outside your home.  

You gasp, finding it hard to breathe as you come to. Your arms and legs are flailing before your hands wrap around your throat as you try to breathe. Hoseok holds you close, cooing softly and assuring you that you’re safe. 

“You’re okay, love. You’re safe. They can’t hurt us. Not anymore.” You don’t realize your body is shaking with sobs until Hoseok is trying to get you to focus on the sound of his voice and his voice alone.  

He turns you in the tub, making you straddle his legs. He cups your face, wiping the tears away from your eyes as you try to calm your breathing.  

“Look at me, dear. I'm right here.” Hoseok places his hand on yours before he directs it to his bare chest, moist with the water of the bath. Your palm rests on his skin, feeling the beating of his heart.  

Your eyes meet his, your heart racing in your chest.  

“Hoseok,” you say his name softly, tentatively. You feel as if you’re seeing him again for the first time, your heart clenching in your chest. Your hand reaches out to touch him. 

Hoseok remains still, eyeing your hand but not moving as it comes into contact with his cheek.  

“Y/n,” he whispers.  

“Are we back?” You ask, tears pricking your eyes, making your eyes appear glassy.  

“We are, my love. I’ve spent centuries waiting for you. Yearning for you. There’s only so much I can do trapped in this forsaken house,” he scowls.  

“You did it, Seokie. You did it!” You throw your arms around him and hold him tight. Hoseok welcomes your embrace, nosing at your neck to inhale your scent. It was torturous being apart from you for so long. He’d been trapped, sealed in his spellbook while you bounced around from body to body to live different lives while your own soul yearned to come home to Hoseok.

You cup his face, studying every detail of his beautiful face before your lips capture his in a soft kiss that soon grows more passionate as Hoseok’s hands hold your waist to pull you further into him.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your lips, pecking them. You smile, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you run your hands through his hair, kissing him once again.

Hoseok breaks the kiss, kissing your forehead and with a blink, the two of you are laying on the bed you had woken up on. Hoseok hovered over you, studying your face. You looked just as you did that dreadful morning when you were taken from him. He vowed to never let that happen to you again.

His lips press featherlight kisses on every inch of your face, kissing the tip of your nose to make you giggle. You cup his cheek, his eyes meeting your own; they reflect the love that yours holds.

“I love you.” His voice is soft, barely audible. You’re left breathless, nodding like a fool before his lips are on yours once again, his hands intertwined with your own as his hips press down on yours. His arousal is clear as the kiss grows deeper, feeling electricity flow through you.

Although Hoseok is right above you, you need him much, much closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, your legs around his hips to draw him near. He grunts, surprised by your actions but loving the warmth of your body surrounding him.

Every kiss lights fire within you, your body arching into his as his name slips from your lips. Hoseok curses, begging you to say it again and again as he grows crazed with your sweet voice.

His lips trail kisses to the column of your throat, nipping and sucking his mark into the flesh. He can’t help himself. The taste of your skin is sinful, fueling a hunger that had been dormant for centuries. His teeth sink into the skin, making you gasp in surprise before your fingers tangle in his thick locks, tugging them forcefully as your legs spread wider for him.

“Mine,” he rasps, his tongue licking the indentions of his teeth. He grins, eyes glassy with a certain giddiness at knowing you’re marked as his for the world to see, although he’d rather keep you under lock and key. That’s a thought for another time.

“Yours,” you echo. Hoseok chuckles, kissing his way down to your breasts, kissing each of them before cupping one and swirling his tongue around the nipple of the other. You sigh, loving the feel of his warm tongue on your heated skin. Soft mewls escape you, wanting more of him; of his touch.  

Hoseok grunts when your fingers tug on his hair, his hooded eyes meeting yours. You smirk, tugging his hair harder before pulling him to your lips once again. Hoseok kisses you brashly, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips. You moan, your nails digging into his back, leaving a pink trail on his skin. A hiss escapes him, his lips moving to kiss your neck once again.

“I was doing something,” he chastises with a smile. You stick your tongue out at him. “You may continue.”

Hoseok shakes his head, “you’re something else.”

You watch as he kisses your chest, his fingers rolling a pert nipple between his fingertips. His tongue flicks it after before he’s nipping and sucking marks on the sensitive skin on his way down.  

“Beautiful,” he murmurs to himself as he grips your thighs, spreading them open. You resist the urge to shut them, opting for gripping the sheets instead.

Hoseok notices the slight shift, his brow raising in question.  

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern laced in his words. You nod, assuring him you’re okay.

Hoseok hesitates, his gaze never leaving yours as he studies you for a moment. Thoughts race through his mind in a nanosecond before his eyes widen. He sits back on his knees, eyes wide. He swallows thickly, biting his bottom lip.

“You’re a virgin,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

“In this body, yes…” you state above a whisper. You look away, bashful.

Hoseok places his hand on your cheek, making you look at him. He kisses you softly, gently. “We don’t have to.”

You look at him, noting the sincerity of his words. You nod in understanding, your hand wrapping around his wrist, “I want to though.”

Hoseok nods, kissing you once again. His touch is tentative, almost as if he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you never do. He’s soon settled between your legs once again, his lips pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

“Hoseok,” your eyes flutter shut as his fingertips brush your wet folds. Hoseok grins smugly, his fingers delving deeper, yearning to hear more of those dulcet moans meant only for him.

‘Mine,’ he thinks as one of his fingers circles your entrance before he pushes in. You bite your lip, focused on Hoseok as he pushes a second finger into you, testing the waters. You moan as he curls his fingers, his thumb brushing your clit in a teasing manner.

“That’s it, love. Moan for me. Let me hear those sweet moans,” he spurs you on, his voice gravely. You moan louder, pleading with him to keep going as you feel a familiar heat building in your body. Your thighs clasp together, back arching off the bed as your hand grabs Hoseok’s arm, nails digging in. Hoseok hisses but doesn’t say a word as he watches you unravel at his touch beneath him.

You writhe and wither underneath him. His name rolling off your tongue in a mantra mixed with curses as your eyes squeeze shut and pleasure overwhelms your body.

“I’ve missed this,” Hoseok admits as you take a moment to catch your breath. You lay on the bed, your chest rising and falling as you try to regain your senses. Hoseok chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Let’s do that again, my love. Only this time, how about you cum wrapped around my cock?” Hoseok raises a brow, his hand stroking his cock. Your eyes trail down his body until they land on his dick. Your mouth waters at the sight.

You sit up, pushing Hoseok onto his back before climbing over him. A surprised laugh escapes Hoseok as he sees you on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Well, hello to you too,” he teases as you lean down to kiss him. His lips meld perfectly with yours, his hold on your hips tightens. Hoseok can’t wait to be inside you, filling you full of his cock and cum. The thought alone has his dick throbbing, his hips rutting into yours.

“Please,” he gasps as your hand wraps around him. Your lips kiss and nip at his neck. Your teeth scrape the sensitive skin. “Fuck.”

You’re pleased with yourself when you hear him moan for you, a spark of need rousing in you. Your tongue teases him as you move down, licking and flicking at his nipples before kissing down to his navel. His body is just as beautiful as the last time you’d seen him.

You press a kiss under his navel, sucking teasingly at the skin. Hoseok grunts, whining after as he calls you a tease before his hips buck and you stroke his cock. You feel pride swell in your chest, admiring how out of his mind he already looks from just a few kisses and your delicate touch.

“My dear,” Hoseok’s saccharine tone has a fresh wave of arousal washing over you, a warmth spreading from your belly all the way to your fingertips and toes. “I need to have you, to taste you.”

“All in due time, my love.” the lilt in your voice makes him throb.

“Fuck,” Hoseok curses, head lolling back, lips parted as he moans when he feels the tentative way you lick his cock from base to tip. He loses himself in the heat of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. For a virgin, you sure remembered a lot about him and his preferences in bed.

Your teasing doesn't last. Your head bobs up and down, loving the taste of him and the heaviness of his cock on your tongue. You missed this, missed him. You widen your mouth, inhaling before deep throating him. Hoseok whines; stars in his eyes as he bites his bottom lip in a failed attempt to muffle your name escaping him.

“Fuck this! I need to taste you.” Hoseok grabs your arm and then your hips before he’s turning you. You gasp, feeling his tongue licking at your clit as he settles your hips over his face. You wriggle, trying to move off him, but Hoseok’s hand comes down to spank you. A satisfied growl leaves his lips as his tongue delves deeper into you.

You moan, returning to sucking his cock. Your mouth feels so full and the way Hoseok is eating your cunt, you can’t help but grow wetter, dripping on Hoseok’s lips and chin.  

“Fuck, yes! Yes!” he smacks his lips together, the taste of you heavy on his tongue as you fuck his face while bobbing your head up and down. You’re drooling all over his cock, slobbering all over it as it runs down to his balls, which you roll in your free hand.  

Hoseok is moaning and groaning, cock throbbing in your mouth as you roll your hips. Your thighs tremble, finding it hard to hold your weight as Hoseok digs his fingers deeper into the skin of your hips, marking them.

“Hoseok,” the cry of his name is a warning. He grunts, his tongue adding pressure to your clit, his fingers pushing into you as he feels you clench around them.  

“Come for me, dear. Let yourself go,” he encourages, albeit muffled.

You sit up, head tilted back as you scream his name up into the ceiling, thighs quivering as you rock back and forth. Hoseok tongues at your clit until he knows you’re completely spent and falling forward.

He chuckles, helping you up and lying you on the bed. Your meek smile greets him as he licks the glossiness off his lips.

“I love the way you taste,” he smirks. You cover your eyes, but he grabs both of your hands to pin over your head. “Don’t hide from me.”

Before you can retort, his lips are on yours once again, his tongue pushing past your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Your moans meld with his; body burning with desire as he lines his cock up at your entrance.

“My love… my dear, is this what you want?” His hand strokes your cheek. You lean into his touch, eyes closing as his thumb runs over your lips.  

“Yes, I want you. We’ve been apart too long, Seokie.” The pet name has his eyes fluttering shut, his cock rock hard.

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips pressing against yours.  

“I love you, too.” You whisper in response as your hands find themselves weaved in his hair. Your legs wrap around his hips securely, feeling his cock press into you with the slightest, fleeting touch. A moan escapes you, desire clear in your eyes as Hoseok pushes into you.  

“Fuck,” he gasps, his face buried in your neck, breathing in your scent. His lips press kisses to your skin as you gasp, eyes wide. You grunt, relaxing as Hoseok whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His kisses distract you, feeling him eventually bottom out.  

Hoseok is stoic, focusing on your breathing. He kisses your lips, feeling your nails dig into his back as he gives a tentative rock of his hips.  

“Hoseok!” you exclaim in surprise before moaning, wanting more of him. Hoseok rocks his hips again, his lips kissing you passionately, teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

“Fuck, so tight,” Hoseok grunts, eyes fluttering close as he feels how wet you are for him. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, too scared to hurt you, but as your moans grow in octaves, he feels confident enough to fuck you harder.

Your hands run over his body, settling on his strong shoulders as he looks down at you. Your kiss-swollen lips pulled into a gentle smile as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, hugging him.

“Love you… love you, Hoseok. Don’t leave me again,” you murmur against his shoulder, moaning when his hips deliver a rather hard thrust.

“Never. I’ll never leave you again, I swear it. You are mine… all mine. Until the end of time, I swear it to you and the Lord of the Underworld.” Hoseok presses his finger over your heart, his name rising to the skin, just as it’s seared into your heart. “For all eternity, my love.”

Your lips meet his, kissing him with a renowned hunger. Hoseok grabs your hips tight before moving to grab your legs to press together and throw over his shoulder. You moan, arching as your hands search for purchase. Hoseok grunts, cursing and growling as he feels the tightness of this new position. His cock nestled deeply in your cunt, feeling you clench around him while your hands toy with your nipples.

Pleasure courses through every bit of your body, your sweet moans filling the room as you take everything Hoseok offers. The sound of your coupling is obscene, your cheeks flushing with heat.  

You get the overwhelming sensation to touch Hoseok, your legs falling from his shoulders, spreading to wrap around his hips before pressing your palms onto his chest, “wanna ride you.”

Hoseok nods, rolling the both of you over. Your thighs grip him tight as your palms land on the smooth planes of his chest. Your hips rock slowly, cautiously as your fingers trace the ridges of his abdomen. You lick your lips, pressing a kiss to his lips before your hips rise and fall. Hoseok sighs, hands resting lazily on your hips as he watches you bounce on his cock.

The pleasure ebbs its way onto your face is euphoric. Hoseok watches you intently, noticing the slight parting of your lips as the softest moans escape you. You drag your nails down his chest, making his hips buck upward, moaning your name. His hair’s disheveled as his head falls back onto the bed, his breathing heavier.

Hoseok’s hands roam your body before settling on the swell of your breasts, cupping them and toying with the nipples, teasing them to add to your pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut, mouth agape as you grind your hips down on his.

“Hoseok! S-so close,” you stutter, wanting to reach your end, your euphoria. Hoseok moved one hand to your clit, the other to your hip as he thrusts upward. You moan loudly, pleasure rolling over your body in waves as you bounce on his thick cock.

Hoseok moans your name, feeling your wetness soaking his cock and balls. It’s messy, but he loves it. His hand moves to your ass, kneading it roughly as he sits up to wrap his lips around your nipple. You place your head on his shoulder, grinding on him as you nose at his neck.

Hoseok holds you close, thrusting into you as you try to muffle your moans and cries in his neck. Hoseok kisses you, his hands cupping your face as you shudder, eyes squeezed shut as his cock pushes into you deeply, your cunt clenching tightly.

Your nails dig into his back, “Hoseok!”

“That’s it, my dear. Cum all over my cock. It’s yours… all yours. Cream all over it, mark me as yours,” Hoseok rubs your back, kissing and nipping at your shoulder as you cry his name once again. You clutch him tightly, eyes closed as your pussy spasms around his cock.

Hoseok grunts, hissing as he cums. Rope after thick rope of cum coat your walls generously. His hips pumping into you until every drop is inside you. Hoseok holds you tight in his arms, kissing your cheek and stroking your hair as he whispers sweet words.

With caution, Hoseok pulls out of you with a wince before lying beside you. He wraps you up in his arms, his chest pressed to your back, “how are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you chuckle as you relax in his arms. Hoseok apologizes, kissing your temple.

“What happens now?” You ask as your fingers trace circles on the back of his hand. Hoseok mulls his answer over in his head, biting his bottom lip.

“We find somewhere new to live. We can collect souls or live this life as our last,” Hoseok tells you. You look at him from over your shoulder.

“I want to be with you… forever.”

“Forever it is then, my love,” Hoseok smirks, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it before setting it back down. “Forever it is.”

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[angelicyoongie]

the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 1.9k — warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans — notes: just wanted to contribute something to mermay! this is also my first time attempting to do anything in the realms of yandere (and mermaids!), so pls be nice lol. in this universe everyone is referred to as a mermaid, no matter what gender they are. this will most likely be a two or three part series with jk growing more and more obsessed as he gets y/n into his scaly clutches :)

Part I / II / III / IIII

— summary: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

You inhale deeply, enjoying the salty smell that so uniquely belongs to the ocean. The last rays of sun are slowly disappearing behind the horizon, painting the skies and the waves in hues of deep pink and purple. You’re going to miss this view.

You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse sand as you let the gentle breeze caress your face. You’ve been looking forward to this for years, but now that your departure is so imminent, it feels more scary than liberating. The time has come to finally leave your home behind, and you feel a pang of regret as you realize you might not see your friends or family for a very long time to come.

Years of saving up your measly paychecks have finally paid off, and you’re setting sail for an island you’ve been hearing constant murmurs about for the last few months. Originally, you were only going to travel to the next kingdom over, hoping to find more suitable work there to help your parents stay afloat. But the talk of the mystery island abundant with riches piped your interest more than you would like to admit – and you’ve never been one to shy away from adventure.

However, you weren’t stupid enough to just blindly trust the rumours milling around your little town. In fact, you wholeheartedly believed it to be a scam until a familiar face suddenly turned up in the town square only a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen Jimin ever since he set sail for the unknown six months ago; and so everyone, including yourself, had presumed that your talkative neighbour had met an ill fate, and was floating at the bottom of the sea. You realized you couldn’t have been more wrong when Jimin returned with riches you never expected you would ever lay eyes on, his whole body adorned with various diamonds and gold chains.

It was Jimin who had urged you to seek out the same island, saying he barely even took a handful of all the treasures that were there. He had warned you about a price that would need to be paid, but you weren’t all that concerned. If a sea witch wanted your first born, then fine, you weren’t too keen on children anyway.

You busy yourself with drawing patterns in the sand, lost in your own thoughts as you try to remember your little mental checklist of all the things you wanted to see before you left tomorrow morning. You’re pretty sure this beach was the last one. It’s not much; just a short stretch of sand at the edge of the hill leading up to your family’s cottage, but it has always felt like home.

You come here every evening without fail, using the time to relax and breathe. The last month has felt a little different though, even if you don’t like to admit it. You’ve always stayed on the beach quite late, there’s nothing you know of that can rival the starry sky that appears once the sun had set. But lately, you’ve found yourself retreating back up the hill before the night could fully greet you.

It feels like you’re being watched.

It’s silly of course, considering the only thing in front of you is the quiet ocean. You would have noticed if there was something there, but still, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that something is out there – observing you.

It always happens so suddenly; one second you’ll be merely enjoying the view, and in the next, a sense of dread would knock into you so hard it left you breathless. It would make your neck feel tight, as if someone was gripping your skin, and the hair on your arms would rise in alarm.

Even just the memory is enough to give you goosebumps, and you let out an annoyed huff at how easily you seem to be able to scare yourself. You dust the sand off your hands before you rub them up and down your arms, trying to calm down the twinge of anxiety that’s slowly spreading through your body.

You don’t want to remember your last night here as something uncomfortable, so you let your gaze sweep over the beach one last time.

Something catches your eye just as you’re about to turn. Something red is ebbing and flowing along with the waves, and you hesitantly step forward until you can see it clearer. It’s nothing more than a pretty shell, but you’ve never seen that tone of red before. You snatch it up from the water before the tide can pull it out, slowly turning it back and forth to study it. The last sliver of light seems to catch on to it just right, giving the red a gorgeous golden shimmer.

You let out a low gasp of wonder, trailing your fingers along the scalloped pattern. It’s stunning, and you can’t help but think that it’s the beach’s way of saying its last goodbye. Maybe it was giving you a parting gift.

You clutch the shell gently in your hand, a soft ‘thank you’ slipping past your lips as you watch the ocean fondly. You notice a few sudden ripples in the quiet sea a little further out from the beach, but it has started to grow so dark that it’s impossible to make out anything below the soft waves. Chalking it up to just being fish, you shrug it off, finally turning on your heel to walk back up the hill to your family’s little cottage.

--

You’ve officially been on the sea for a week, and you’ve already grown tired. The small group of fellow villagers that you left with have already started getting on your nerves, and you’re not sure how you’re going to make it all the way to the island and back without going insane. Jimin said you would need to travel north for about two weeks, so you try to find solace in the fact that you’re halfway there already.

The journey so far has been pretty smooth, but the dark clouds on the horizon seem to be rolling towards you at an alarming speed. You dig into the pocket of your trousers, finding comfort in running your fingers along the shell you found on your beach. You can only hope it serves as a token of good luck, because the storm heading straight for you really doesn’t look good at all.  

It feels like you only blink before the rain is pelting down against the ship, harsh waves tossing the wooden boat back and forth to its whims. You’re clinging on the side with all of your might, but the floor has turned wet and slippery, and it makes it even harder to stay on board with all the vicious tossing and turning.

You feel the electricity before it hits, the static making your hair stand up straight right before a bolt of lightning slams into the mast. You can barely hear the loud creak of wood over the screams from the other travellers, you gaze transfixed on the large wooden pole as it starts tipping.

You’re frozen in place; all of your muscles locking up in terror as you realize the mast is coming straight at you. You’ll be crushed in you don’t move, but you can’t. You close your eyes instinctively as the looming shadow rushes towards you, harshly sucking in one last breath of air. You feel the ship lurch, and your fingers slip from the bars you were clinging to as you’re tossed overboard.

A blanket of silence wraps around you the moment you hit the water, all of the screaming and creaking of wood suddenly ceasing as the cold liquid mercilessly drags you downwards. You can see the shadow of the ship growing smaller and smaller, your last breath escaping you as it bubbles up towards the surface.

You flail your hands desperately, your body too low on air to properly function. Swim, swim, swim! Your mind is screaming, but your heart has already accepted the rush of water filling your lungs, and the heavy feeling in your bones.

Your vision grows hazy, the blues and greys of the ocean blurring together. A streak of red suddenly breezes by your line of sight, but your tired brain only managing to provide you with the fleeting thought of fish? before the exhaustion truly sets in. You can hear a low series of muddled clicking noises all around you, but it only seems to make you even more drowsy.

Sleep, a deep voice whispers in the back of your mind. And slowly but surely, all of the mixed colours fade into nothingness.

--

It wasn’t that hard for the mermaid to steer your ship in the wrong direction. The ship was in his waters, under his control, and the storm that suddenly picked up in the northeast presented itself like the perfect opportunity.

He had been trailing after your ship ever since it left the dock, making sure he could strike at the right moment. He couldn’t believe the weird creature he had been watching for months was finally coming willingly to him, but it was only right considering you had accepted his courting gift.

And now, as you were sinking to the bottom of the sea, you were finally his. The mermaid circled you excitedly at a distance as your limbs flailed around underwater. He tried to tell you to calm down – that the fight against his ocean was futile – but you just wouldn’t stop trying.

The mermaid bristled in annoyance, his crimson tail cutting through the sea harshly as he watched the stupid creature fight a losing battle. He needed to take it home now, before his brothers could realize it was here.

Finally, your body stopped moving. The mermaid quickly closed in, strong arms wrapping around your torso as he stared into your unfocused eyes. While he didn’t exactly know what you were, and why you had one limb too many, he had at least gathered enough information to understand that you needed to breathe in that pesky air in order to survive.

He pushed up, letting the currents easily carry him up towards the surface. Of course, he made sure to emerge far from the sinking ship. While the gurgling screams usually were music to his ears – he couldn’t keep you too close to the food. His brothers would be here in no time to feast, and he couldn’t let his new pet be swallowed up before he even had a chance to play with it.

The creature sucked in a shuddering breath as oxygen finally flowed through its veins again. It didn’t take long before all his precious water was being expelled from the creature’s lungs, the mermaid watching in displeasure as it was replaced with that wretched air instead. It just seemed so .. inconvenient.

You didn’t wake however, the near drowning having swept away all of your energy. The mermaid threw one last look towards the remains of the ship, thin lips curling into a pout as the gurgling was replaced by bloody shrieks. He was hungry too, but it seemed like it would have to wait until his pet was out of harm’s way.

Well, at least until it was out of his brothers’ way. The mermaid didn’t like making promises he wasn’t certain he could keep.

[cupsofsuga]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ 💐} REQUEST - ❝ Can I have the boys reactions to an s/o who show her possessiveness by wearing their clothes ? She's all happy and proud to go to the university or whatever wearing their shirt because " That way everyone will know that I'm yours and you're mine , plus it smells like you 🥺 " ❞

{ ☕️} NOTE - thank you so so much for requesting, dollface!

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

━━━ November’s essence kisses the air of your living room, it’s fierce caress trailing across your skin. You, ever so intelligently, stated with pride that you could handle the cold, regretting the choice as the embers of moonlight trace their fingertips across naked goosebumps. Strolling through the halls of your home, shivering from the sharp wind, you find your bedroom with intentions of retrieving some form of warmth. You discover a grey hoodie, lethargically tossed over a chair. The owner’s identity is quickly exposed, as the sweatshirt descends down your form due to your lover’s broad shoulders. You have now found solace, drowned in the scent of cologne.

Oh, and the blush that blooms beat-red across Jin’s cheeks is a sight you’ll never forget.

Following that occurrence (and the rest of the night spent smothered in your boyfriend’s lily-pure affection), you’ve taken notice of Jin’s not-so-subtle efforts to usher you into wearing his clothes again. At first, it began with leaving articles of clothing in numerous places, but that plan backfired as you silently scolded him under your breath for not tidying up after himself. This strategy escalated into Jin planting his clothes in your drawer’s, then claiming it was an “accident” or "a way to save space.” The red hues painting his ears and the way he avoids eye-contact jeopardizes his weak filter, though. At least you find his everlasting, spring-scented infatuation beneath the facade of damp rain and rotten trees. Be careful, though. If you venture too deep into the depths of Kim Seokjin and you’ll find sights of crimson-stained sins.

❝ God, you have way too much power over me, y’know? I’m always so soft for you, ‘fucking moron. ❞

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

━━━ The evening mist glides through the brume of your boudoir, where you are embraced by the neglected clothes of your boyfriend like snow sleeping on a pine tree. After a particularly cold night strikes your studio apartment, the empty sheets and abandoned blankets failed to bring the solace of the sweltering summer-warmth your lover possesses. You yearned for Yoongi and the moonlight, the coffee stains, and stormy nights that kiss his form. The rhythmic melody of his gentle voice; the crow’s caress that wanders his skin. And despite his overbearing worry and protectiveness that you’ve brushed off as “concern for your health,” you crave those December eyes and that feeble heart. Fortunately for you, your knight in shining armor didn’t venture too far away. And finding you nestled under numerous covers causes worry to immediately swell within his heart.

His concern is distinctly evident, as his shrill voice of distress invades the midnight breeze. You swear you feel him shiver with dread when he feels how frigid you are when he shakily takes your hand into his. And before you express your refusal to his care, Yoongi vanishes from the bedroom to draw you a bath. If you think he’s exaggerating your discomfort due to the November weather, think again. Your name is then sung into the air, blossoming into the twilight’s brume as you escape the warmth of your bed and stroll to your lover. Before you, you’ll find the hot water adorned in bubbles and flower petals, candles littered around the room (far from the tub, for your safety), melodies of violin and piano reverberating through the area, and the sugary caresses from your Yoongi as the cherry on top. Whilst adorned in the blissful harmony of peace, you can't help but let your mind wander. His worry has always been grand, so grand that you fear his heart may actually stop beating if your safety was ever at stake.

Oh, well, at least he cares. Maybe a little too much.

❝ My Y/N, if you ever, ever need anything, I will always be right here… Always… ❞

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

━━━ Finding your boyfriend nestled under a canopy of your clothing was never a shock, as your scent of cheap whiskey and jasmines beneath the August sun lulled his soul to ease. The sultry high he’s given when inhaling another article of clothing is euphoric, infinite. To breathe in your musk is to find an eternal night beneath the purple rain; to drown in the depths of you is to savor the stars as they breathe out the dust of twilight. There’s a garden that thrives around the simple presence of your fragrance and Hoseok can’t imagine a greater bliss that is your essence. That is until he finds you draped in one of the many sweaters he owns, the red threading like Autumn against your form.

He was always swift to recognize his infatuation, but to know the emotions he immerses himself into are mutual emits a variety of nymphs to tangle themselves with his heartbeat. He feels the rhythms of sunlight as they batter against his ribcage and nothing, nothing is as ecstatic as this.

Twilight has occurred, the moonlight bleeds through the glass panes and hits your eyes ever so elegantly. It reflects a soft radiance as if the moon was swimming in your irises. You are beautiful, lying on the couch with his sweater on like a stray cat who will soon vanish into the arms of the night. It was no secret that Hoseok adored seeing you in his clothes, as his boisterous admiration morphed into suffocating infatuation. There was even a time where you reached into the pocket of his sweater during class and find a folded piece of paper containing a sweet note (that was just a tad bit creepy) along with doodles of hearts, flowers, cats, and dogs. Hoseok's love may cut deep with its shattered-lily touch, but it is entirely pure. Despite the obsession seeping through his affections, he loves you more than you could ever possibly know.

❝ Hey, isn’t it crazy how after all this time, you still manage to give me so many butterflies? I… I think I’m gonna love you forever… ❞

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

━━━ You anticipate for your lover to return to your home, stumbling around the adobe in utter boredom. Although this lifeless night is all too dull, you notice how the penthouse you wander around resembles a palace. With its crystalline chandeliers and marble tiles, its paradisiac view of the city that never sleeps and melodies of chefs and maids rustling around the residence. Through the lavish estate, you find the bedroom, embellished in opulent riches of all kinds. Then, there’s the closet, decked out to the brim in treasures of Gucci, Chanel, and Prada. There’s jewelry, bags, shoes, nearly every single article of clothing an item you couldn’t dream of affording in your past, mundane life. Your eyes settle on a blazer, exquisitely threaded with the finest of silks nestled deep within the closet.

The coat is a tad bit too large for your form, but you believe it fits you like a glove. And despite there being a faint stain of spilled champagne on the sleeve, coming home to his summer sunset wearing his attire like its armor, Namjoon has never tasted bliss as divine as this.

The skies once painted baby blue morph into the dark hues of twilight. Night has come, euphoria has been found within the tendrils of your hair on his chest and the littering of bubblegum-pink kisses across your skin. For reasons Namjoon can’t define, seeing you in his clothes causes his heart to tremble and plummet. There’s this sudden veil of exhilaration, like a July night spent with your record collection and red wine. It’s an enchantment that aches deep within his chest, where the desire to submerge you in his affections burns within his heart. He gazes at your now sleeping form, naming off every detail of you that he loves so much like he’s counting dollar bills in his hands. His moonlight’s essence, his lavender’s breath, his garden full of violets. You have taught him how to live without rain and he can’t gift you enough gratitude for this blessing. But, just don’t be surprised when you find your closet covered in dust. You’re only allowed to wear his clothes from now on.

❝ Damn, blue is an outstanding color on you. Maybe that should be the color for our wedding… Wait- shit! I-I-I didn’t say anything! ❞

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

━━━ Upon the surface of your bed, the voice of rain trembles against the thin roof above you. Tree branches sway with the heavy wind, lightning lashes like a whip against the evening floor. You feel the nightly embrace of bitter inclemency, as the earthly musk swims around the bedroom. Despite finally having a night alone, you notice yourself longing for the tumultuous warmth of your lover. A single night spent in isolation, Jimin didn’t take it lightly. After all, what is life without the iridescence of a Summer’s kiss? How can he breathe without immersing himself within the depths of his angel’s orchestra? You can assume what thoughts of hunger are rumbling through the boy’s mind, but you are oblivious to the saturated sound of Jimin weeping into his cold flesh.

You retrieve one of his sweaters in the meantime, inhaling his fragile scent of honey and moonflowers. He must be adorned in several layers of just your clothes, you joke to yourself. The enchantment of the rain’s melody and the fragrance of your boyfriend then lulls you into slumber, to where you then awake the following morning to dawn painting the optimistic face of Jimin.

Finding you in his sweater, knowing you had missed him, he had blushed like a tomato ready to harvest, that confident and broad facade melting like ice cream, to where he became a sugary puddle of flowering feelings and summer velvet. He looked like a young schoolboy who had received a love letter in his locker, as the blood of Aphrodite paints his cheeks rosy and utter bewitchment has him smiling like a lovestruck idiot. As you then regain consciousness, you are then smothered in Jimin’s affections. He kisses you everywhere wild as if leaving a single inch of skin unloved would kill him. He’ll even go as far as to order a shirt that reads “JIMIN + Y/N 5EVER” or just straight-up purchasing a conjoined sweater, so you’ll never be separated ever again. It is insane how infatuated he is, yes, but there is not a single soul within our universe that could cherish you as utterly as he does. And Jimin will walk with that fact to the grave.

❝ Ngh! No, don’t leave! Stay in bed, just for a couple more minutes! Maybe even a couple more hours, please…? A couple days…? ❞

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

━━━ October has bloomed, the saturated leaves are painted damp as rain kisses the earth below. You have lost track of the months settled within the isolated cottage, but enough time has been spent for your new boyfriend to grant you the privilege of taking a hike (with his presence alongside yours, of course). To stay warm within the frigid weather, you encounter one of Taehyung’s sweaters, arm sleeve hung over the side of the hamper. As the clothing sits on your form, you immerse yourself in the expensive musk of your lover. He smells like a century spent in the clouds with peaches and fairies; he smells like Autumn as pumpkin pie and Halloween nights essence dances with the ghosts in the attic. It is ethereal the way summer’s affection seems to litter the fragrance he dresses with.

Upon seeing you standing beneath the rickety door frame, adorned in his moss-colored sweater, Taehyung had blushed with utter joy and bewilderment. He had nearly dropped the midnight-black umbrella in his hands, stunned upon witnessing you in attire as mere as his coat.

After a stroll through the empty fields beneath the rainfall (and hearing the shutter of a camera for the umpteenth time), you retreat to your humble adobe. The following night is spent in blissful harmony, where you’ll sleep beneath the canopy of stars, locked within his daisy-chain embrace. You are his scarlet kingdom, his summer’s honey, his garden adorned in fineries such as nymphs and emeralds and birdsong. As dawn blossoms in the sky, you awake alone within silken sheets, the revelation peculiar. As you regain consciousness and study the sunlit bedroom, you find Taehyung’s clothes folded neatly on the end of the bed, drenched heavily in cologne. You nearly cough from the intensity, studying the note rested on top, where your partner exclaims he needed to run for groceries in calligraphy. Besides this note, however, is a necklace with a vial swung upon the string. With closer inspection, you come to the horrifying conclusion that the crimson fluid within the glass was his blood. You now shall never be apart again, not with Taehyung right beside your beating heart.

❝ Oh, Y/N, to spent everyday with you like this, it’s like everything I’ve lost has returned home to me. You truly are a blessing, my love… ❞

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

━━━ It is a muggy Wednesday morning, where fog coats the floor of dawn, and the dense breeze embraces the earth’s redolence. Today is frigid, as the embers of the piercing winds kiss your honeyed skin. You can’t help but long for Summer to return home, where the sky turns pink in its sugary excellence and where you’ll find youthful infatuation on the curb of Cherry Street, like two poodles whose leashes have entangled beneath the Eiffel Tower. With philosophies of sweltering fantasies, you clutch a leather jacket, oblivious to its owner. Into the grey forest of high school, you’ll find every fragment of boredom known to mankind. But, throughout the dull conditions, at least you have your Jungkook.

Catching sight of you in his jacket causes a heavenly glow to inflate his heart, the essence of clouds and angel’s tears scattering his soul. It feeds into his possessiveness as if he was marking you with his scent, claiming you like a wolf would with his mate.

From thereon, you take notice of Jungkook’s subtle efforts to indulge you within his scent. His affections morphed from shy, rosy-pink compliments to physical touches, as if clasping onto you would drown out the musk of all those heathens you call “friends.” Your scent of moonlit harmonies and dusk in California had since dissolved into his scent of melting chocolate and cigarette smoke. His possessive tendencies may be extreme (like that time he snuck into your closet at 4 in the morning and perfumed every article of clothing with his cologne), but his intentions are ever so pure. You are his siren song, his sunset gaze, his purple rain. You are everything to this boy, with galaxies burning within your chest and distant realities snaking their way through your soul. Within the heart of Jeon Jungkook, you live inside Eden's garden, crafted just for you. And there’s only so much time before he scoops you into his embrace and never let's go.

❝ … You smell different… Who is it? Who have you been talking to? What is that blonde I always see you with? I swear, I’ll gouge out his eyeballs with a plastic spoon and force him to eat them!! ❞

[yuko-kakubami]

Okay so I may not be the best at Character x Character bud I tried lol)

Also part one btw))

It had been minutes before Chen Gong had reawakened from his mishap, after trying to kill himself by Thor’s hammer. Forseti had managed to put his soul back together, but barely. Chen wasn’t so nice, not to mention the fact that he was a yandere, who was in grief, he needed help badly but finding someone who would help him would be nearly impossible.

Forseti had put Chen in a chamber, not as punishment, just so he wouldn’t do anything stupid. There in the cell was Chen, sitting on the stone floor, it was cold in there, nearly freezing and the boy had nothing to keep him warm. He was crying as tears slowly turned into ice on his face. Beside the poor soul, was Forseti. Being that he was a god, temperature didn’t matter to him. “You fanboy! How dare you talk that way about Lord Lu Bu when he was fighting?! How dare you!”

The white haired god turned his head to Chen and barged in the cell while locking the door behind him. “Watch your mouth, little boy, you’re talking to a god!” He was upset at the fact that a human could be so bold. Also Forseti was never good at insulting people so this made him look like quite the clown. Not a funny one either.

Chen’s eyes widened with anger as he grabbed his bow and pushed Forseti into the wall. “What did you say!” He asked in anger as his eyes lit of from displeasure.

Forseti looked at him and blushed deeply, he didn’t know what to do either. He looked down and noticed a bulge in his pants and looked away, hoping that he wouldn’t find out. It was the first time anyone touched him so he was obviously turned on. “You could hurt me you human” he hesitated before pushing Chen away, feeling his state of arousal fade away, “you weren’t going to get with Lu Bu anyway”

“Don’t you dare talk about my lord” Forseti nearly laughed at that, “the only reason Thor won was because of that hammer of his! He’s basically just a redheaded kid that plays with lightning!”

“Yeah and who was the one that saved you when you decided to foolishly try to kill yourself?” He asked as he grabbed his flute and started playing music. Although it was Forseti that saved him, he wanted Chen to think it was Thor, mainly so he could just shut up.

“Hey!” He listened to the music and let out a tear, it was calming and it was what his grandma use to play for him. Chen Gong thought he’d never hear that tune again, now it was his enemy that played it. “What do you mean by….. what is the meaning of this?!” He said as he went silent for a few seconds, the melody of Forseti’s flute hand rang through his ears, it was beautiful. “Why……. Why did you save me?”

Forseti’s white hair started blowing in a gust of wind that he had made from playing his music. “I didn’t think you deserved to die just yet, and you’re a good soldier, it would be a waste to let you die, you also haven’t finished completing your goals, you should do that, you didn’t have a good life, make the best out of now”

“I-I…” he looked at the young god and blushed before looking away. “You’re right, I should conquer this place in the name of Lu Bu” Forseti nodded, “and the only way to do that is to kill Thor!”

“Hey wait what! No stop please!” He started crying and stood next to Chen while petting his shoulder “come on, you can’t do this, Thor is already dead, we all are, this is Valhalla”

Chen looked in pain when Forseti said that, he had no idea that he was dead, “what… this is heaven?” A small tear escaped his left eye, “I can’t continue his work with the body of a ghost” Seeing Chen this sad began to hurt Forseti just as bad.

“Be glad somebody brought you back from the dead, would you rather be dust in the sky” Forseti said putting his flute in his bag, “ well I must admit, seeing you shatter was a bit of a glorious thing but if you were foolish enough to do that again, then I’d let Heimdall or Odin put your soul back together and those two are a bunch of lazy asses”

Chen looked down and started crying, “damn it! I miss my lord, damn fucking Thor. Yes I would rather be fucking dust” he turned to Forseti and pushed him into the wall, while holding a knife to his neck. “I should kill you first, you deserve to suffer after talking poorly”

Forseti’s eyes teared up, unlike most gods, he wasn’t thousands of years old, he was still a sixteen year old, in the eyes of other gods, he was still a baby. “Please just make it quick” he said sobbing.

Chen looked furious and raised the knife above his head as Forseti flinched. “You pathetic assface” The white haired god looked at his enemy confused and in fear. At that point he put his knife away, “I’ll save your death for tomorrow, it’ll be public and trust me… it will be painful, as for now, go say your goodbyes. You’re my guest at my house until your death and I will treat you like you are a guest. You choose your last meal and I’ll let you do whatever you wish of me… at 2:00pm tomorrow, you will be publicly executed” that didn’t make Forseti feel better at all.

“Please don’t, I’m still a kid… I didn’t mean anything, I just wanted to support my brother! I’ll make up for it! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please give me another chance”

“I thought you said I couldn’t put a scratch on you…. Funny because I have your sword, also, you’re still a virgin, right?”

Forseti nodded in tears. He was too scared to say anything as well. Tears streamed down his face rapidly.

Chen had been inspecting Forseti’s sword, “nice weapon you have” he reached out his hand to the young god, “don’t worry, I won’t let you die a virgin. Get up, you look like a pathetic coward”

Forseti looked away and blushed brightly. Still he was scared as fuck. He hesitated before taking Chen’s hand. “I don’t want to die”

“That’s too bad, you were friends with my lord’s murderer, let’s forget that now, make the best out of the time that you have left, I’ll get you ice cream and sleep with you tonight, as for the rest of the day, I can take you to do whatever you wish ”

“…. Take care of my sword please, that’s the last thing I have of my mother’s, it’s special to me” Forseti muttered.

“Don’t worry, I wont allow a single scratch on it”

((Definitely gonna be a part two lol

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hey, could you write a oneshot for yandere Bill Cipher where the reader makes a deal to go with him to save her family?

First of all, I’m so sorry this took so long!! I have no excuses, but I hope you still get some enjoyment out of this.

He’s in a human form in this. Who’s human form, you ask? Who knows, but its his now!

~~~

“So… what’ll it be, beau, do you wanna watch me turn your stupid little family inside out with just a snap… “My heart beats hard in my ears as I watch Bill’s black gloved pointer finger and thumb touch each other. “of my fingers. Or will you come to the universe of unknowns, well unknown to you, and certain terrors?”

“I don’t really have a choice… “Taking a deep breath, I slip my hand into his, holding on tight like it’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart, or screaming in frustration. Which, it very much is. It is also the object of my frustrations so squeezing it between my fingers, such a human and affectionate gesture, makes me feel even worse.

“Good choice, Y/N!” His grip rivals mine as he gives a short, theatrical shake movement with our conjoined hands and then his can hooks into the meat of my side and twirls me around to face my family. My eyes round and I open my mouth to say something, anything that comes to mind, like ‘I love you’ or ‘Don’t worry’ but only breath escapes my lips before Bill’s cold fingers drop and dig into my sides suddenly to stop me, causing me to cringe in on myself. “Now, you guys! I would thank you for your daughter, but I never asked in the first place!! And you asshole would never have let me anyway- Y/N’ll be way happier with me! Now, say hi to Charon for me- cuz I’m gonna kill you anyway.”

Before I can move, Bill drops his arm over my shoulders like twisted steel, laughing madly, and with a surprising strength keeps me in my place, pointing his cane now towards my family and turns his head, one deadly uncovered eye still focused on my family, to address me. Turning on an uncomfortable, creepy crawly, tingly-in-a-bad-way feeling in the pit of my stomach, he talks quieter. Just for me to hear. I can feel his breath in my ear. “You didn’t think I’d really let them live, did you? That wasn’t an official deal, baby, did I forget to mention that? And the one with the interdimensional powers makes the rules. Anyway! Gotta kill them, while they’re alive you’ll always have hope- do I look like a sucker to you??”

“Please, no- “

“BAM!” 

Blue lightning blasts out of the end of cane, carved end in his hand causing some kick back from the force of the fatal crashes out and against my family, who don’t even have the chance to move. I just watch the two seconds of blue gleam in their dark eyes before they’re gone. Nothing but a gentle dusting of irreparable ash on the ground.

A scream races up my throat and fills up my mouth, but a leather gloved hand tightly covers my mouth, sticking to my skin. The sound comes out muffled, sounding like a moan and my teras fall down to wet his glove and Bill gives me a peck on the cheek.

All that’s keeping me up his other arm, now gripped around my waist like the way stockings hug your legs. Unwavering.

“You didn’t- Didn’t h-h-ha- “ I’m trying to say he didn’t have to do that, I was coming, but the uncontrollable crying tearing through my entire body makes it an impossibility.

“Okay, whatever, I didn’t quite get that because of your crying. Besides, we gotta go, peaches! Dimensions to take over, universes to dismantle- Busy, busy, busy! OH, that reminds me.” I’m not looking at him, I’m definitely not facing him after what just… what just happened… but he doesn’t take that as any kind of sign or this psycho really doesn’t give a fuck about me, because he takes my chin between his fingers and forcefully, slowly guides me to look at him, even as I resist.

Tears evade my vision, so really all I can see are sharp, faint lights and his bright yellow hair, but the tone in his voice is terrifying and makes my already fragile mental state into disrepair. So low, so sure. “Reality is an illusion,”

His fingers grip into the flesh of my waist even hard, so it’s painful and gasp rips from me suddenly. God. “The universe is a hologram.”

“Buy gold.” The bright lights start to fade, until I really don’t see anything. It’s too dark around us- but I still feel him.

“Byeeeeeeee.”

Say bye, Y/N. You lost.