#yandere model

[meo-eiru]

❤️Happy Valentines Day❤️

Today you received a picture from a special photoshoot, it seems it's from a man who exists to charm you with his beauty. Which gift are you most exited for?

[2-dsimp]

"expand" Alr. Bet.

Yandere!homewrecker that found darling on a date w her husband and fell in love w darling

Yandere!homewrecker who refuses to lose to darling's hubs so he seduce darling to cheat w him..

Yandere!homewrecker... hmm.. 😳

Yandere Homewrecker! Who’s stuck up and spoiled always wanting for more despite giving less in return. Flaunting himself like the top model with his nails done, face beat, and his flamboyant hair snatched from the top beautician salon in the city.

Yandere Homewrecker! That has zero boundaries and couldn’t care less for the ring on your finger. The more unobtainable you present yourself to be the more obsessed he’ll be. Would be counting down the days he’d make you his drawing tic marks with his own lip brand upon his vanity set.

Yandere Homewrecker! Who finds any type of rejection to be endearing. Harumu would merely giggle and and bat his long lashes telling you how cute you are. For going out your way to pretend that you could even resist a pretty specimen like himself.

Yandere Homewrecker! That acts like a cunty mean girl. Nitpicking at how subpar your husband is if he couldn’t even get you regular appointments in the spa. Or even buy the latest fashion catalogue installation.

Yandere Homewrecker! Who’d dramatically point out how ragged your appearance is. And mourn the loss of your precious cuticles dying out because of the pure neglect from your pathetic husband.

Yandere Homewrecker! Who ignores your husband’s existence and ultimately cannot even view him as a human. To him everyone who can’t even come close to his beauty looks like a stick figure besides you as an exception.

Yandere Homewrecker! Who doesn’t like getting his hands dirty since it’d fuck up his nails. But for you darling, he supposes that one broken nail might suffice. If he’s gotta get your man thing out of the picture. Or anyone else for that matter.

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Model X Photographer Reader G/N

Trigger warnings! Implications of an unhealthy relationship with fame, stalking, Jealous behaviour, drugging, This is all fictional I do not condone toxic behaviour irl!!!

📸 Yandere Model who's been doing this since he was a child. (That definitely benefited his mental health)

📸 He's been used as a tool, a product but he craves it. He needs to feel admired, he wants people to envy him!

📸 Yandere Model who was booked for another magazine cover, obviously. But you're there! Huh? You're not the normal guy...

📸 Yandere Model who doesn't like you're vibe! You're too bubbly and... kinda cute.

📸 Yandere Model who's used to being asked to take his shirt off or show his muscles but you just asked him to just smile. Blah blah something about joy or whatever.

📸 It was when you'd look away from your camera to look him in the eyes. He's never had someone double check on him.

📸 Yandere Model was a little embarrassed by his feelings he had about you. He just rushed off set after the shoot to avoid making eye contact with you.

📸 Yandere Model who looked into your portfolio and it's all cuties!

📸 Yandere Model booked you again for his social media. He wanted some one on one time with you. Understand you, surly there's something up with you!

📸 Yandere Model was bright red by the end of it! He couldn't tell if he was flustered or angry! You were so considerate!

"Felix?" You call out. Yandere model snaps out of his gaze. "I'm paying attention!" He almost says automatically. You giggled "right well then what do you want?" "Huh?" You laughed some more, you explained again that you were going to a coffee shop for a break and if he wants anything. He just turns his head embarrassed mumbling his "no thank you."

📸In your eyes Yandere Model was adorable! A hot guy who acted shy around you? He was a total dream boat (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

📸 Yandere Model followed you home after the photoshoot. For someone who takes photos of such high class people you're homes totally not it.

📸 Yandere Model who just so happens to bump into you when you do your shopping! What a coincidence!?

📸 Yandere Model insists you to let him carry your shopping home. These muscles aren't just for show!

📸 Yandere Model who acted humble when you asked him to come in for some tea. (He definitely planned this)

📸 When you weren't looking he stole a pen from you. He felt his heart thump in his chest, last time he felt this way was when he lost his last pageant as a child.

📸 Yandere Model who was part of a group photoshoot. And you're one of the photographers!? He's practically floating.

It was for a clothing brand with tuns of different styles. Including the whole cuties aesthetic, which was why you were hired. Yandere Model was in more of a dark academic style, they put the two models together to show the brands range. Watching you take photos of another start to get to him.

📸 Yandere Model saw the way you looked at this model. He felt the anger rise in him. He didn't want you to look at people like that!

📸 Yandere Model was sitting on stairs with the other models getting photos taken of them. He wanted nothing more then to shove them down those damn stairs but there's so many cameras he'd get caught for sure. So he did the next best thing!

📸 Yandere Model had sleeping pills, he was so paranoid about getting eye bags that he wasn't going to take any chances. So he put some in the others models drink! Then they'd get sleepy and look so ugly!

Eventually the sirens from the ambulances went away and the last of the models had been questioned and they were allowed to go. Okay so how was he supposed to know it would clash with other medications!?

📸 Yandere model walked over to you.

"Hey? (Reader)? You good?" You weren't responding. You watched the colour drain from this model before he just collapsed.

"Hey. Let me take care of you, okay?"

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere therapist x reader

Warning: mild smut murder mentions of gaslighting and manipulation

Yandere therapist who is intrigued and confused you came for therapy you where perfect what could possibly be wrong

Yandere therapist who falls for you once he hears your problems and he was so happy you could open up to him totally not cuz that's the whole point of paying for therapy

Yandere therapist who loves everything about you taking in everything you tell him making notes about your body language and micro l expressions just getting lost in you

Yandere therapist who hates that your dates sessions are only 30 minutes.

Yandere therapist who claims you're not well emotionally and mentally begging recommending you arrange longer lessons

Yandere therapist who manipulates you in every way he knows how which is a lot since he's a professional therapist.

Yandere therapist who gaslights you on your trauma and always has you crying in his arms at the end of every session.

Yandere therapist who adores how submissive you are he can't wait to see how fast you'll crumble once he has you moaning underneath him.

Yandere therapist who finds out you're in therapy because of your previous partner and is furious knowing what they did do you how they tried to stain your pure soul and kills them in the most brutal ways.

Yandere therapist who's jaw drops to the floor when he sees you're feeling better and say you don't need him anymore what!? this wasn't supposed to happen you were supposed to stay forever or at least until he made you his lover.

Yandere therapist who emotionally and mentally breaks you making all your hard work go down the drain.

Yandere therapist who claims you need a stress reliever to help with your trauma like a lover perhaps and nominated himself as the perfect fit and manipulates you into agreeing

This Is for the best my dove~ I'll take great care of you no one will harm you ever again…I'll make sure of it ~

[the-yandere-arcade]

Yandere Model, West Young

(only for gn , ftm or male readers).

Yandere model

He poses in front of your cameram blowing you a few kisses, it can't believe how lucky they are to have you. Well, he did kinda force you to be his but you belong to him and that's all it cares about. His joints crack as they run and hug you, peppering your face with soft kisses, "I am so happy we are dating, my puppet."

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About him:

Name: West Young

Age: 21

Species: living doll

Occupation: model and fashion designer

Sexuality: gay

Pronouns: he/it/they

Gender identity: trans man

Favourite food: angel food cake

Favourite time: sitting on your lap, painting your nails

Favourite thing: the matching outfit he made for you both

Link to the picrew - not my art, full credit to the artist.

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2271385

[missbunnybunny]

~◇✴𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔅𝔦𝔯𝔡 ✴ ◇~

Don't you like your new home, my little songbird?

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this is my first Yandere story, I hope you like it. the reader is genderneutral. There is only one use of y/n, and for the rest of the story, you're referred to by you or Songbird.

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Everything was just so dull. no matter the work he took, be it singing, acting, or other gigs, it was so bland. so when his assistant told him of his next photo shoot, he smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll be right there.” But it was just another fake smile, forced, fake, emotionless, empty.  

When he first became a model, it was like a dream come true! he had the face of a natural-born star. ever since he was a little kid, people would compliment him. “ Oh, Elle! you're so cute.” one of his mother’s friends would say, or “I wish my kids looked like you.” another spoke. 

His job was great at first, then great turned into good, good turned into nice, until it finally became boring. his smile started to fade until it just became a mask he wore. entering the photo shoot site, he expected the usual. and by usual, he meant a bratty, entitled model, thinking they were so high and mighty because they had money and a shoot with him. 

But he could care less. One thing he never lost when he became famous was his kindness. Money never got to his head. He was just glad to have a roof and food. so when he finally got out of the car and set foot in his changing room, he wasn't expecting much. 

The stylist curled his wolf cut a little, making sure his red peekaboo hair dyed could be visible in the photos. after his hair was done, his face was next. he didn’t need any make-up, just some light bush, and he was set. His light skin having its natural glow along with the brush was enough.

He was honestly glad that he didn’t have to take off his piercings. It would have been a pain. but that didn’t mean that he was safe from that either. they gave him 5 earrings to change into. They didn’t look bad. he might ask to keep them after the shoot. 

His first ear piercings were a pair of silver 4-star earrings, the second was a star stud earring, and his last piercing, which was on his Hilix, was a heart hop earring he didn’t have to change his tongue piercing for today's shoot. his hazel eyes looked at his reflection in the mirror, and he looked empty. 

He was wearing a black button-up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. he could hear some of the staff members whispering that he looked like a prince. ‘ he looks so handsome’ or ‘he so my type.’ When he walked out of the fitting room to walk around a little, he had to wait for his partner to be done. 

He was standing next to the wall while looking at his phone, scrolling through insta. He snapped out of his daze when he heard soft humming. he hadn't realized he was next to the other fitting room’s door.  it sounded like soft rain on a rainy day. He loved it. It was so calming to his heart.

One of your assistants asked what song you were humming to, “Oh, it’s inhale exhale by AURORA.”  he was stunned. Your voice was like that of an angel. How could a person have such a lovely voice? It was music to his ears. 

It wasn't long before you stepped out of your fitting room and by the gods the way you looked at him. He thought you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen. You were like a work of art. His chest started to tighten, and his heart beat faster. ‘ What is this feeling?’ he thought while still looking at you. 

He extended his hand to you, “ Am Elliot Achillies, nice to meet you.” he had a small smile on his face. you looked up at the tall man. He was stunning, but that’s expected of a model. “ Hello, my name is y/n. it’s also nice to meet you, mister Elliot.” You spoke while shaking his hand. How nice and polite you are. his name has never sounded so beautiful until they left your lips, he wanted to heard you say it more.

You were so small, your hand compared to his was sending him over the edge. your touch was warm, it was like fire to his skin, “ just call me Elle, Songbird” his smile became bigger. He kissed the back of your hand, the way your eyes slowly widened at his action. oh, you're so cute!

Your outfit matched his perfectly. You could make a wonderful couple. he heard the director call him over to explain the photo shoot and the poses. He half listened while looking down at you. I wasn’t until he heard the director again “Alright, that’s all. I hope we can run this smoothly. Everyone into position!” He yelled, slightly making you jump. Every expression you made was making his heart beat even faster than the last. how could you be this adorable!

You and him got set to the first pose, your hand on his chest and his hand on your waist. he looked at the camera with a small smile while you looked at it with a more natural look. In every photo that was taken, he held your waist slightly tighter. Until you looked up at his mouth slightly open and wide eyes, a slight bush on your face. 

He was drinking up your expression so much that he didn’t realize he had a genuine smile on his face. he was in his own world looking at you. He pulled you closer until your faces were almost touching. you didn’t know what you were doing to him. “ If you look at me so cute, I might just eat you, my little Songbird.” He thought. he was a true wolf in sheep's clothing, but it couldn't hurt being a sheep a little longer.

Soon, the photo shoot was over. You were on the phone with your friend. talking about your upcoming Biology exam and English essay. This intrigues him. You were a college student? Oh, the more he learned about you, the more he wanted to know you. He was like a starving man. the more he got, he couldn’t fill his stomach because he was always hungry. He just couldn’t get enough.

He soon realized he was in love with you, all the magazine photos that you were both in together he had in his room. He would stalk you on social media, figuring out your college. after a month, he knew your schedule, your friends, your family, everything about you. 

He knew it was wrong, that he had an unhealthy obsession with you. he loves you, and you’ll never meet another like him. he has been to your room and even laid down in your bed while looking at pictures you had of your friends. he had some fantasies of having you pin under him, watching your face as his hands run up and down your body. it had him brushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Can’t you see what you're doing to him? 

He stopped taking any modeling deals and said that he would only do it with you. he knew you were only a part-time model and that you used the job when you needed the money. why not kill two birds with one stone? You get some extra money, and he gets his songbird a win-win. 

Oh, how he wishes he could cut your wings and keep you in a cage. where only his eyes could see your angelic face, only his ears could hear the melody of your voice. But most of all, only his hands could touch your body. You belonged to him and only him. 

So little songbird, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU POSSIBLY CAN. He loves you to the point of going mad, so why are you throwing away his love letters? You're breaking his poor heart, won’t you kiss it better? better yet sing to him how much you love him, won’t you Songbird?

YOU DO LOVE HIM RIGHT, SONGBIRD? RIGHT.

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[fattracklad]

some of you said I don't look bigger, I am here to prove you wrong

[luvscarymen]

omg its done!! Alan Orion everyone! its not where i want it to be but ill probably make another one sometime soon :p

Alan belongs to @creepygnomeking / @hatchetmanofficial

[its205am]

Kylar Model

And he's done! His default is permanent wet cat mode (just like canon) because I couldn't change it without messing with the ears disappearing and reappearing so....

Sorry for the low quality video again and my cursor showing :( Here's some pics as compensation.

(Deafult) Cat mode on vv

And some... face toggles...

Download to the model vvv

[2-dsimp]

i NEED nokka and yandere homewrecker to meet asap

The meeting would be over before it even started. Though at first Nokka would assume Harumu was a woman from how feminine up he is XD.

Plus Nokka doesn’t even let his wife out the house unless he’s right there with you. You’d have to know that it’s always on sight with a headstrong man, like Nokka as your husband. You really think he’d let any MALE come close enough to his wife especially a Homewrecker like Harumu?

(Though Harumu may come just a bit closer to you by a slim margin. Due to how girly he looks which throws Nokka off. Until his husband senses start tingling telling him to deck Harumu in his face.)

[isetfiretomyself]

Introduction!

Hiya! I'm Jay :D I write short Yandere head cannons with gender neutral readers! (The format changes depending how I'm feeling lol) I write Oc's and I do requests too!♡

Yandere Masterlist :3

Oldest at the top and newest at the bottom!

👑Yandere king part two Neil

🎮Yandere V Tuber Sasha

🦷Yandere Boxer, What if you were an Idol? Elijah

✨Yandere Hero Noah

🫀Yandere Butcher Isaiah

💌 Yandere Shapeshifter Doesn't have a name

💥 Yandere Villain Lizzie

☀️ Yandere Volleyball player Ash

The above not liking your friends 😱

🧠 Yandere Therapist James

🦠Yandere Test Subject Malachi

💰 Rich Yandere Tobias

📸 Yandere Model Felix

💖 Ex Yandere Henry

🚦 Yandere Underground Racer August

🥀 Yandere Ex Wife Alice

🩸 Yandere Vampire Max

Easter Special!

200 Followers Special!

🦴 Yandere Survivor Riley

📖 Yandere Academic Rival Billy

🌱 Yandere Farmer CJ

💽 Yandere Idol Minato

🍒 Yandere Baker Ayesha

Any and all other fics with be added in time :D

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere Model x Designer reader

He was a stuck up brat who was the king of gossip and cared about no one untill you came along.

He thought you were a model when he first saw you but was pretty surprised when he was told you were a designer.

He started to fall for you when he saw how talented, hardworking ,sweet and not to mention how cute you were.

He absolutely loved how close you got when you took his measurements or repaired his outfit before a show.

But nomatter how hard he tried he just couldnt get you to like him and he has tried everything from buying you the latest perfumes sending you pasteries imported from France and bringing you flowers everyday.

Why dont you like him back he's smart famouse super hot an not to mention rich and a snobby inconsiderate brat.

The saddest thing is that you are super close with every single one of your models exept for him.

He totally dispises it when you pay more attention to the other models instead of him and would stanggle them on the spot if he could.

Very soon he became incredibly touchy with you like touching your thigh when you two sit next to eachother or caressing your arm when you take his measurements.

Pretty soon he got tired of all of the harassement and asked for a new model to replace him and he did not take this well and got all the other models fired by using all the dirt he had on them.

So you where stuck with him but you finally snapped when he said on national television that you two where dating.

So you asked him why he treated you like this and he kissed you right then and there and confessed his undying love for you.

You obviosly rejected him and where about to report him untill he grabbed your wrist harshly and threatend to end your career by spilling all the dirt he had on you.

So now you're a "beautiful" couple at least that's what the world thinks and if it wasn't obvious you're never leaving him.

[casuallyanidiot]

part 2 of yandere model please 🥺🙏

Tw. For mentions of sex, dubcon, and surveilance

Yandere model, known as Caspian to his fans and most of the modeling world, has been keeping you locked up in his luxury penthouse for god only knows how many days.

It wasn't too bad, in all honesty. Besides the whole being locked up part, you had free reign of his house, and even access to the internet. Though, it was heavily monitored and restricted as you quickly found out after you attempted to log into a social media account to ask for help. Caspian had sent a barrage of messages, the computer crashed, and you weren't allowed to leave your room for two or three days after that.

Something you noticed was the cameras that were set up in every crook and corner that you could possibly think of. You felt a coil of anxiety whenever you caught sight of a blinking light in the corner of your eye. It was even worse when you realized that there were at least five separate little lenses in the bathroom. You shuddered to think of what exactly he used the footage for. He would come to you everyday after work and tell you all about the shows, auditions, and meetings he attended with a small smile.

"I saw you ate that new flavor of yogurt I got you! Good job, honey. It's healthier for you than that old slop you used to have in your fridge," He laughed and stroked your hair as the two of you lounged in bed. "Oh, and I love that pair of panties on you. Can I see them? They looked so cute when I saw them on screen," He chuckled and kissed your cheek, his fingers playing with the loose elastic waistband of your sweatpants.

He was such a creep.

Another thing you came across was the fact that you never realized how much Caspian credited you for his career before this whole ordeal either. He had basically given you a bit of homework to do.

"Every day while I'm out, you need to watch at least three clips of me on the runway," He instructed, much to your confusion. It was just so odd of a request to make to what was essentially a captive. "I'll know if you haven't," He added quickly, an odd, giddy lilt filling his words. It was like he was excited to cause you discomfort, to know that you felt anything for him at all.

You watched him on screen daily. You studied his poses, his gait, and his facial features out of sheer boredom. When he would come home, Caspian would snuggle into your arms and chatter excitedly about the shows and commercials you'd seen.

"What did you think of my poses for the jewelry brand? Hm? You know honey, I was thinking of how you'd look in all those pretty gems. That's how I got so into the role there...Oh! And see how I was strutting in this one? How angry I looked? That's me thinking of how mad I would be if you ever tried to leave me haha! You're my muse (y/n)!"

You tried not to think about it too hard. You tried not to linger on the fact that it was like every move he made was part of some elaborate, hidden worship of your love and relationship that he had conjured up from nearly the moment you met. It was like he couldn't do what he did if he didn't have you.

Maybe the worst part about living with Caspian, if you could even call it that, was that he pretended like this was somehow normal. He bought you a slew of makeup products, all high quality and from luxury brands, and presented a basket of new products to you everyday.

"Here! For you to practice with!" He beamed and pushed another round of expensive goods that you could only dream of touching when you were a newer Makeup artist on the scene. You picked them up gingerly with narrowed eyes as if they would burn you if you held them too long. For Caspian, you doing makeup, either on him or yourself, was like a nostalgic, sweet callback to the first time the two of you met back at a less than respectable fashion show that the two of you had been paid pennies to work at.

At the time, the you were so fresh faced and eager to get any gigs you could. Maybe if you hadn't been so career hungry, you could've maybe questioned why you were being booked to high end events all of a sudden. Maybe you could've stepped back and noticed his hungry eyes on you, or the fact that you never seemed to get any jobs without him. That's why you knew he didn't actually care about your happiness.

If he cared, he wouldn't be chasing your admiration, approval and affection all while gifting you what was essentially a slap in the face.

Your job, your life, your individuality wasn't as important to him as owning you was, and you felt that every time you applied lipstick to his perfectly shaped mouth. He shuddered under your touch, and you always kept your gaze even. To him, everything you had done before he had pinned you down, kissed you, and knocked you out backstage at a show was just him allowing you to play and pretend at being free. At being successful. At ever being without him.

The realest you that you could be, according to Caspian, was in his lap, in his home, lavishing over his face exactly as you had when you first met.

[dollwhite]

AUNT READER

Aunt reader who use to read Damian stories before bed.

Aunt reader who’s voice is exactly like Talia’s

Aunt reader who use to tell Talia “let the boy have a day off, yk you would have killed to have a break when u were his age.”

Aunt reader who’s not that happy about Damian being trained when he was just 4 years old. (She doesn’t want him to go through the things her and Talia use to go through)

Aunt reader who was happy about Damian going with his father. He can finally get away from all that nonsense.

Aunt reader who only stayed with Ra and Talia for so long was so Damian could have a loving adult near.

Aunt reader who got into a fistfight with Talia about Damian

Aunt reader who left to the other side of the world when Damian left.

Talia: Sister, what brings u here… after five years.

Aunt reader putting her sunglasses on top of her head, while holding a coffee: well I heard that Damian’s father allowed u to have visits with him, now where does his father live?

Talia: you shell not try and walk into my sons life just like that , you have not had contact with me for years! And how did u find that out?

Aunt reader: I have eyes and ears everywhere. I may have left the League but the league has not left me… Now where does my Nephew stay? Mattter of fact when does he come to visit u?

Talia: Where my son is currently resting is nun of your business.

Aunt reader: ahh sister do not be like that.. one of or another I will find out where he is.. and u will not be able to 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 me..

Um do u guys fw this? I low-key don’t like it…….. But the idea of Talia having a twin sister that looks and sounds just like her is just<𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑 the only difference is their personalityssss

[strzxrin]

What would the characters react when the reader got into an accident (car accident or any really lmao)?

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up !

synopsis. ┆  you got into an accident and they found out through an external source. what do they do?

tags/warnings. ┆  gn!reader, established relationships, hurt/no comfort.

characters. ┆  deimos ( mafia boss . demon character ) . zeidan ( actor . demon character ) . taeral ( lecturer . demon character ) . celaena ( model . demon character )

a/n. ┆ guys i love writing angst it's actually insane, please give me more angst or fluff requests, i'm begging at this point- *gets shot*

masterlist ┆ character wiki

ᯓᡣ𐭩 DEIMOS — he sat in the back of a candle-lit trattoria, half-listening to the low hum of conversation around him. a tumbler of untouched scotch sat beside his phone, glowing with unread messages.

he was waiting for your text.

you always sent one when you got home. just a simple “made it :)” or a blurry photo of your shoes kicked off. he didn’t need much. just the signal. the anchor.

he looked down. still nothing.

that’s when the call came. and he answered without thinking. “hello?”

the voice on the line spoke quickly, clinically. something about an accident. a driver who ran a light. an ambulance. the words icu and head trauma stood out like bullet holes in the air.

he didn’t speak. didn’t ask questions. didn’t hang up.

he simply stood, left a stack of bills on the table, and walked out into the night without a word.

ar the hospital, everything was too bright. too clean. he hated it instantly.

he walked with purpose, his coat still smelling of smoke and rain. the woman at the reception desk gave him a nervous glance. he recognized it. the look people give when they feel a quiet danger in the air.

“( name ),” he said flatly. “they were brought in tonight.”

her fingers hovered over the keyboard. “are you—”

“i’m here for them,” he said. not loudly. but it landed like a blade against the tile floor. he stood outside your room for a long time before going in.

he could hear the machines. the beeping. the hiss of oxygen. his heart thudded once. hard. like it was warning him.

and then he stepped inside.

there you were. laid out under fluorescent lights. pale, bruised. a tiny cut on your lip. your hand limp on the sheets.

deimos didn’t touch you.

he sat in the chair and just stared.

there was a sound inside him — a low roar. the kind that usually ended in broken bones and blood on concrete.

but not this time. he buried it. for you.

“i’ve put men in the ground for less than what happened to you,” he said quietly, staring at the iv in your arm. “but what good would that do now?”

his voice wavered.

“you’re the only person who ever made me try to be gentle.”

he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

“i can’t burn the world down this time. not if it means i’m not there when you wake up.”

he looked up again. his eyes were glassy, but no tears fell. his pride wouldn’t allow it.

“you always said i needed to learn patience,” he murmured. “well... here i am. trying. for you.”

he finally reached out, his hand trembling as it took yours, ever so gently.

“i’ll sit here all night,” he whispered. “and when you open your eyes... i’ll pretend i didn’t almost lose my mind.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ZEIDAN — the backstage lights buzzed softly as zeidan peeled off his mic, grinning lazily at the crew. fans were still screaming his name outside the theater, flashes of cameras bouncing off alley walls like lightning.

he winked at the assistant who handed him water. “t llthem to scream a little louder next time,” he said with that ever-present smile, tossing his hair back. “i can’t hear my ego over the silence.”

but before she could reply, another assistant rushed in — pale, breathless, phone in hand.

“xieran.. you need to see this.”

he didn’t blink as he read the message.

( name ) was hit. icu. they’re not conscious.

his expression didn’t change. not immediately.

then his smile disappeared, utterly and completely, like it had never belonged to him in the first place.

he left without a word. no makeup wiped off, no press photos, no afterparty. no theatrics.

just quiet steps through the exit, down an alley still echoing with cheers that now sounded hollow.

he drove himself to the hospital. he always had drivers, but tonight — he needed to grip the wheel. he needed to be doing something with his hands other than shaking.

when he arrived, the nurses recognized him instantly.

“it’s xieran—!” but the glimmer in their voice died when they saw his face.

he wasn't smiling. not even a flicker.

“i’m here for ( name ),” he said. not flirtatious, not smooth, just direct. sharp. his tone was flat like glass before it shatters.

“are you family?” the nurse asked gently.

he stared her down, voice hushed. “i’m their lover.”

you looked so… still.

zeidan walked in like the room was a stage he wasn’t sure he wanted to stand on. no lights, no makeup, no lines.

just you. unmoving.

he sat beside you, fingers folding and unfolding in his lap. he didn’t touch you yet.

“i flirt with people to pass the time,” he said quietly. “to taste their moods. it’s easy. It’s cheap. and it keeps me from looking too long at the things i actually want.”

his voice cracked.

“i wanted you. still do.” he finally reached out, brushing his thumb along your hand, as if convincing himself you were real.

“when i saw you in the crowd that first night, i couldn’t sense anything about you. you were quiet, whole, unreadable. it drove me crazy.” a faint, broken laugh left him.

“i always thought lust was about desire. but now i know — it’s about need. they way your absence feels like hunger i can’t feed.” he exhaled shakily, gaze locked on you.

“if you wake up, i’ll stop playing. i’ll stop pretending. i’ll say everything i tried to mask with a smile.”

he leaned in close, whispering like a vow:

“just give me one more night. no lights. no cameras. just you and me. off-script.”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 TAERAL —  they were midway through a lecture on human behavioral patterns — pacing slowly, voice smooth but exact, eyes tracking the room like a hawk through glass.

"people rarely understand the sin of gluttony. they reduce it to consumption," they said, chalk brushing neatly across the board. "but the truth is; gluttony is about fixation. it’s not about pleasure. it’s about the inability to stop needing."

the classroom sat silent, soaking up their every word.

then their phone buzzed on the podium. once. twice. they glanced at it. a message preview blinked up from the screen:

they’ve been in a car crash. icu. not conscious.

taeral stared. they didn’t blink. didn’t react.

they placed the chalk on the podium gently, their tone still calm:

“class is dismissed. indefinitely.” no further explanation. no one stopped them as they walked out.

the air outside the lecture hall was thick with early evening heat. they moved like a shadow — calm, measured — but inside, their mind screamed.

they didn’t run to the hospital. taeral never ran. but every step was a battle between their intellect and something ancient in them that ached.

they had mastered restraint. they knew how to control themselves, their needs, their voice, even their smile.

but not this. not you.

when they arrived at the hospital, they gave your name with clinical clarity.

the nurse asked, “what’s your relation?”

taeral paused. not out of confusion — but because the truth felt too sharp to say out loud.

“i’m.. their lover.” they said softly. “that should count for something.”

the room was quiet. you were quieter.

they stepped in and stood beside your bed without a sound. they scanned the wires, the machines, the bruises.

details. they were always good with details. but this wasn’t a puzzle. this wasn’t something they could solve. it was just you. stil, broken, and not speaking.

they sat beside you, folding their coat across their lap. their voice was barely a whisper. “i thought i had time.” their fingers brushed yours lightly.

“i’ve spent so long.. studying people. picking them apart, judging, watching their sin manifest like rot under skin.” they exhaled. “but you.. your sin never made sense to me.”

taeral’s throat tightened. “you were the only variable i couldn’t categorize. and i kept..  wanting more. just a little more time, a little more conversation, a little more of you.” they leaned forward, resting their forehead lightly against your hand.

“i don’t think i’m capable of loving the way humans do. but i feel something for you that frightens even me. and i’ve never once known how to name it.” a pause. one that ached with everything unspoken.

“so.. please. come back. before this hunger turns into something i can’t carry.” their hand stayed in yours. and for the first time in a long while, taeral allowed themselves to hope without logic.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 CELAENA —  celaena was draped across a velvet chaise, sunlight slipping through sheer curtains like lazy fingers. a tabloid lay unread beside her. her phone vibrated on the coffee table, but she didn’t reach for it. Not at first.

she stared at the screen, watching it flash like a stubborn thought she didn’t want to entertain.

finallt, with a sigh like the start of a storm, she moved. slowly. elegantly.

she read the message once.

they were hit by a car. critical condition. icu.

the phone slid from her hand and hit the floor with a soft clatter. her world stayed quiet, but not peaceful.

celaena was the kind of woman people thought didn’t feel much. detached. languid. distant even when you were close enough to touch her skin.

she wasn’t lazy. she simply conserved energy, always observing. she let the world try to impress her, and mostly, it failed.

but you had never failed.

and now you were lying unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere, and for the first time in years, celaena moved with purpose.

the hospital lights were too harsh. her boots echoed as she walked through sterile hallways, drawing looks she didn’t acknowledge.

she didn't announce herself. she didn’t need to. her presence felt like fog drifting in through a locked window — slow, sudden, and impossible to stop.

at the front desk, she finally spoke. “i’m here to see ( name ).”

the nurse blinked. “and you are…?” her voice was like a stretch of silk being torn. soft, but final.

“i’m their lover, let me through”

she stood at the doorway, staring at your unconscious form.

pale. wounded. still.

still like her — but not in the way she liked.

she stepped into the room. every move she made seemed slow, reverent, heavy with unspoken dread.

“i should’ve texted you back,” she murmured. “but i didn’t want to say anything too fast. i thought i had time. we always think we do.”

she sank into the chair beside your bed and rested her chin in her hand, watching you like you were a painting too precious to touch.

“you know, everyone thinks i’m lazy,” she said softly, “but really… i’m waiting. always waiting to see who quits first. who gives up. who lets themselves rust.”

a pause. the machines beeped. “but you didn’t. you always tried. even when i gave you nothing but half-lidded eyes and silence.”

celaena reached for your hand, not dramatically, not desperately, but like she was choosing to show effort for the first time in a long, long while.

her voice softened to a whisper. “so i’m here now. and i’ll stay. i won’t drift away this time.”

her thumb brushed across your knuckles.

“and when you wake up… i’ll finally say the things i’ve been holding in between yawns and silences.” she leaned closer.

“don’t make me try without you. that’s too heavy a thing to carry alone.”