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scary-event2369 · 6 months

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Yandere CEO (One-Shot)

This one takes just a bit longer to get to the spicy scenes, but you get to see him in a more “dere” form before the “yan”. Word Count: 2560

Warning: Not proof read, very shitty writing ahead. (wrote this in one sitting again)

Content: Fem Body Reader (No gendered/pronouns used), age-gap (yan is 36 reader is 24), public sex, dub-con, minor hair pulling, breeding mention at the end, the yan is just a tiny bit aggressive

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“Let me take you out for dinner,” my boss said, leaning on my desk looking down at me. His casually rolled up sleeves revealed well-defined, muscular arms. I greedily looked at them, trying not to be too obvious. Prying my eyes from his arms and my work, I looked up at him. His beautiful dark brown eyes met mine. The CEO, Daniel Li, was the head of the largest security and protection company. He was extremely rich and extremely good looking. With his tall stature, sun-kissed complexion, an enchanting, pearly-white smile, and full lips, he exuded charisma. He was twelve years older than me, but it didn’t show in the slightest. He had that mature older look to him, but to think he was thirty-six years old was off to say the least.

“Why? What’s the special occasion?” I asked him slightly confused. I was trying to think if I missed any big sales he did, but nothing was coming to mind. “It’s been one year since you’ve became my secretary,” He said, still looking at me with those dark chocolate eyes of his. “We must celebrate.”

“Has it really been a year?” I asked him, a little bit amazed by how quickly time passed. “It feels like just yesterday you showed me my office,” I laughed a bit.

His gaze softened a bit as he kept looking at me, “Yes, already a year,” he said gently. “Please let me treat you to dinner.” I thought about it for a second. I really had nothing to do at afterwork, and I wasn’t in the mood to cook anything…

"Sure, why not? I'm up for it," I replied. His eyes brightened, and he said, "Fantastic! I'll pick you up at seven. Make sure to dress fancy.” Dress fancy? Was working here for a year really that much of a special occasion? I thought. However, I kept this to myself and simply nodded, glancing at the clock. It was nearly five o'clock, almost time for me to sign out. “That sounds good,” I told him as I began to gather my things, “Are you going to tell me the restaurant or will this be one of your many secrets?” I joked He let out a deep chuckle, “You know me so well! It will be a secret for now, but trust me you’ll enjoy it.”

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We arrived at the restaurant,and describing it as fancy would be the understatement of the century. It was easily the most elegant, posh looking place in town. I did as he said and chose the fanciest outfit I had, but I still felt underdressed. "Mr. Li," I uttered, my eyes widening as I took in the breathtaking building. "I know I said it was okay that you’re taking me out for dinner, but this place is just too… extravagant." Turning towards him, I realized that he was already fixed on me. His attire, usually professional, had been elevated to a whole new level. “Trust me my little assistant, you deserve this,” he said, parking the car. He quickly got out and went over to open the door for me, offering his hand. "You're truly the best assistant I've ever had, and it's only right to treat you to something extraordinary."

I sighed, knowing that once he set his mind to something, he was set. "Alright... but don't let this become a habit. I might get spoiled," I quipped, accepting his hand as I stepped out of his sleek black Aston Martin.

He gently squeezed my hand as he guided me toward the entrance. I could have sworn I heard him murmur, "I want to spoil you," but I might have been mistaken.

Then again, maybe I wasn't wrong at all.

The moment we stepped inside, I was completely overwhelmed. I’ve been to fancy restaurants for business purposes but this was a whole different level. I wasn’t even listening to her as I was just so caught up by the interior before me.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting prismatic light across the room. Soft yet elegant classical music was playing throughout the building, it was mixed with the soft hum of conversations. The carpet beneath our feet exuded a deep, almost regal shade of blue, complementing the chairs that appeared to be very comfortable.

"Are you alright?" Daniel's concerned voice pulled me from my entranced state. I hadn't even noticed the hostess gesturing towards our table. My cheeks flushed as I replied, "Yes! I'm sorry."

His laughter accompanied us as we followed her to our table. Only when we were seated did I realize that we were still holding hands. I quickly let go. “I can’t be holding hands with my boss! This is strictly professional!” I screamed at myself internally.

Daniel's expression dropped, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment the moment our hands stopped touching. However, the hostess, who presented us with menus, diverted our attention.

“What do you think you’re going to get?” He asked, his disappointed look gone as he was going through the menu. It was hard, everything seemed so good it was seemingly impossible. “I don’t know, there are so many good choices,” I said, analyzing every single item listed. I glanced at the price tag and felt my heart drop out of my ass. “Everything here is so expensive! I really would feel bad if you paid it all.” He chuckled, his response laced with warmth and sincerity. "Don't worry about the price. I'll gladly treat you to whatever you want."

I was about to protest when our waiter approached. He appeared to be of a similar age to me and had a charming, welcoming smile. "Hello. I'm Zach. I'll be your waiter for this evening. May I start you off with any drinks?" I returned his smile, saying, "I'll just have water, thank you." Zach jotted it down and then turned his attention to Daniel, as did I. His blissful looking attitude was long gone, he had that cold and somewhat annoyed look as he glared at the waiter. “Water,” he said coldly. The waiter nodded, casting a wary glance in my direction, likely due to Mr. Li's intense stare. "I'll be back with your waters shortly," he said before walking off quickly.

I turned my attention to my boss who had a displeased look on his face, “Are you alright?” I asked him, my voice laced with concern. This seemed to be enough because his face brightened up again. “Yes! I am fine, my little assistant.” I chuckled softly at his sudden change of mood, “That’s good! I thought I did something to displease you.” He quickly shook his head, “No! You could never do anything to displease me,” he said swiftly, yet sincerely.

Playfully rolling my eyes, I returned to looking at the menu. "Yeah, sure." Mr. Li chuckled, his eyes still fixed on me. "I really mean it. You're the most perfect person I've ever met. You're the only one who's ever met my standards." His compliment made my cheeks flush even more. "I-uh, well, thank you, sir." He was still smiling at me, “You can just call me-” Before he could finish his sentence, the waiter returned with our drinks, and my boss's mood soured instantly. “Here you guys go. Are you ready to order?” He asked, looking between us again. "I'll have the Steak au Poivre, medium rare," Mr. Li replied with an almost eager tone, as if wishing the waiter away. “Oh! I’ll have that also,” I told the waiter as I handed him my menu. He smiled at me and our hands brushed as he collected the menus. "That's a great choice; you'll love it," he said, still gazing at me as he walked away. I turned to Daniel, who appeared even more pissed than before. "He seems nice," I mentioned, taking a sip of water. This darkened his expression further. "Do you like him?" he asked, his voice low and threatening. Confusion overcame me as I met his intense gaze. "Uh, I guess so? He seems like a good waiter," I responded hesitantly. This was clearly not a good answer because, suddenly, he took my hand and basically dragged me to the male’s bathroom.

He quickly brought me into a stall, trapping me between the door and him with his big arms. He was glaring at me, his breathing heavy. “S-Sir?” I stammer out confused. He quickly shut me up by pressing his lips against mine in a deep aggressive manner. He nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to let out a surprised yelp. This made it the perfect time for him to push his tongue in my mouth, wrapping it against mine. I groaned at the sensation, only then did he pull away, our swollen lips and the trail of saliva connecting our lips being the only thing. I was going to say something before he grabbed my cheeks, squishing them. “You’re good at riling me up,” he said, his tone deep and smokey. His breath was rigged as he peered deeply into my eyes, “The way you looked and talked at that guy… it seems you want to make me jealous.” I was confused, riling him up? “Sir, I don’t know-” he cut me off by connecting our lips again in another long and possessive kiss. My hands went to his chest clutching his jacket as he continued the kiss. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. After a moment or two he pulled away again. “You’re pretty eyes should only look at me. I must be the only one who you pay attention to,” his voice was still dark and stern.

He let go of my cheeks, trailing his hands down my sides. I shiver at his gentle yet aggressive touch. He bent down, pushing his face deep into my neck. “You’re intoxicating,” he murmured as he started to kiss my neck. “Sir, I don’t think-” he bit my neck causing me to stop and let out a small yelp. “Don’t call me sir,” he demanded, his voice was commanding “Say my name… call me Daniel,” he continued to pepper my neck with kisses and nibbles. My hands went from his chest to his dark hair, running my hands through it, completely messing up the put together look he had. “Daniel,” I whispered out, trying to hold back the moans. I felt him smirk against my neck as he pulled back, turning me around. “Put your hands on the door,” he commanded. I did just that and lifted up my dress, pushing my panties aside. “Good job,” he whispered in my ear, his hand gently caressing my ass before gently going up and down my soaking folds. “You’re so wet, just from my kisses?” he laughed momentarily. He then paused for a moment before he smacked my ass hard, causing me to whimper and my knees to weaken momentarily. “Unless it’s from that waiter… Did he make you this wet from a smile?” His tone filled with anger and jealousy. I shook my head, “N-no of course not,” I said breathlessly. He grabbed a handful of my hair as he inserted two digits into my greedy hole. “Better not be, because this body, this pussy is mine,” his tone was aggressive as he started to move his fingers hard. My knees weakened more as I let out loud moans. The empty bathroom filled with the noises coming from both lips. It echoed making the whole thing more embarrassing, yet exciting. “I can't take it anymore,” he growled as he took his fingers out of me, to unzip his pants. His shaft was twitching, rubbing against my entrance. “D-Daniel wait,” I whimpered, we needed to think about this! He was my boss and I was his secretary. This would never work. He didn’t care though, he shoved his manhood inside me. I let out a long and loud moan, he let out a couple grunts as well. “Shit, you’re tighter than I expected.” He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he started moving.

He started off as slow, warming me up to the sensation of him being deep inside me, however it didn’t take him long to be ramming into me, hitting places I didn’t think was possible. I was moaning loudly from the pleasure, “What if someone comes in?” I managed to ask between the pleasure I was feeling. He laughed as his hands were on my hips, holding me in place as he thrusted over and over again. “If someone came in and saw you like this, I would strangle them with my bare hands.’ He kissed the back of my shoulder, “Only I'm allowed to see you like this.” I blushed, it was a bit scary since I knew he meant it, yet it turned me on more. “You clenched around me more when I said that!” he laughed between groans as he sunk his cock deeper into me. The force he was going at his balls smacked against my sensitive clit causing me to whimper and moan more. It didn’t help he kept pleasuring my g-spot, it was obvious he was skilled in what he was doing.

The force at what we were doing caused the stall door to open, luckily he was holding me so I didn’t fall. Instead of closing the door and continuing, he brought me to the sink. I put my hands on the cold porcelain. “What are you doing?” I moaned out as he started to pick up the pace. “Look in the mirror,” he demanded. I shook my head, too embarrassed to do so. He grabbed a chunk of my hair, forcing me to look in the mirror. “Look at yourself as I fuck you.” The expression I held was one of pure pleasure, my eyes were droopy, and my lips were parted open. He smiled as he could tell I made eye contact with myself, “You’re so fucking hot.” I closed my eyes as I felt the pressure building up, I wouldn’t be able to take much more. Daniel let go of my hair to grab my cheeks again, forcing my head up and my eyes open to look in the mirror once more. This time I got to look at his face, he was smiling, it was clear he was feeling just as good as I was. “Come on, look in the mirror as you come over my dick,” he growled, kissing my cheek. I moaned as I looked in the mirror, finally releasing all over his cock causing my knees to buckle and lean onto the counter more. My walls pulsated around him, causing him to come soon also. The thick white liquid reached me deeply. It seemed like he didn’t want to pull out. “You would look so pretty swollen with my kid,” he muttered as he slowly pulled himself out, kissing the back of my head. He fixed my panties before the mixture of our juices could leak out onto the floor. I was still panting as I looked in the mirror once more, meeting his gaze. He smiled at me, clearly happy and not in a mood like before. “Let’s go, we don’t want our dinner to get cold.”

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lazywriters-blog · 10 months

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BAD SON

Warning: DRAMA, forced relationship, just Aqua being the creepy manipulative dork he is, two stalkers playing, sorta friends to enemies? Enemies to menaces. Not really yandere?

Summary: You come to realize your friend had been trying to stab you in the back. Being a skilled stalker works well in these situations.

In all honesty, he couldn't be doing anything wrong. These were just tricks to get her close, to make sure things went his way and he could breathe easy, every once in a while, he deserves it. For everything to succeed, there's hardships first so if he took the time to brace through the storm, he could have the puzzle pieces.

But perhaps, he underestimated how mentally strong one can be, all the things that are supposed to hurt her and get her to ask for help, resulted in a rather odd reaction. She ended up getting stronger, more independent, and more capable than before.

And she didn't come running to him.

He even made sure to offer help, standing there willingly so that she could see him as clearly as day, spoke to her, and reassured her, however, his plans had holes in them.

She did not ask for help. From him. They did not get any closer than they already were. She even avoided him, building invisible walls, and he had to wonder if she knew he controls the situation to his liking and pushes some to fall in place. A manipulator.

Even though her reputation had been torn down and shredded into bits, she smiles. She smiles.

He could have given up, let her be, let her breeze through peacefully but should he admit defeat so early on? He can't, he won't. How long can a person withstand verbal harassment before breaking down? Not forever, he can be her ally, her best friend.

He had to make himself impossible to ignore. He just had to make her come to him.

"Hey." he approached her sitting at her marked bench, and she hadn't noticed him watching her from a distance, did she like to pretend?

"Hi. Is there something wrong?" she replied, shifting over to make space between them.

"No."

"O... Kay? Then, what's up? Did you find the one behind the rumors? You did say you would but you don't need to worry about it." she grinned, looking away to the ground, anything to not make eye contact. Was she secretly ashamed?

"I don't break my promises," he said, crossing his arms as he leaned back, "you didn't make a promise though." she raised her eyebrows, blinking a couple of times before turning away.

"I appreciate it, but I have a hunch on who did it." she swayed her legs back and forth, maintaining her smile, "I'm not too sure yet."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Oh, you know, just connected the dots, and boom! I found it, but there were only three people who knew about it, my tendency to play around with anyone sure is troublesome but eh what can I do?" she mused, pouting.

"But you know, I realized an interesting clue. No one who could have spread it is any better than me, so I think it's someone I know but haven't quite yet gotten to know them." she looked at him, stretching her smile wider she kept her gaze on him, "But, yeah like I said, I'm not sure, because I can't care about everybody hehe." she quickly turned her face dropping her smile and softly glaring at passengers.

"You know..." she slowly started, "we don't know each other that much, right? Strange, even though we've been friends for months," she stated, sitting up straight she glanced back at him, "the other day, I'm pretty sure I followed you around, and you didn't even notice me." she frowned, quietly waited for the response she had envisioned in her head.

However, he had nothing to say but his face surely indicated some of the things his poker face couldn't hide.

"I even made sure to call out your name, but at last, you didn't even see me." she sighed louder, "Pity really, we could have been best friends." she got up, staring down at his facade.

"I hope you go to hell." she hissed, disgust was written over her face, and no matter what he said, nothing would change in the slightest, she had already walked away and left him behind.

Maybe he isn't as good as he thought himself out to be, he's let pride rust his brain.

Just as he had ruined her reputation, she ruined his, doing plenty to hurt him in the long run, and he didn't like how it stung, how despite being careful, he wasn't careful enough, she could have been the special tool he could use, but she had more personas than one.

How was he going to recover her?

Who told her he was behind the rumors, did she figure it out herself by following him around? Could she still have dirt on him she could use to threaten him with, when had she trailed him? He couldn't have mentioned anything about his final plan.

He couldn't afford another slip-up.

He had to get her on his side.

A fake love confession seemed to be his only chance if she's got more tricks up her sleeves, then he would have to dig deeper to find her darkest secrets. Her weakest points. He couldn't sit back and let anyone give him what he doesn't want.

The next time they had a project together, he'd get her to come, alone. She wasn't anybody special, and he won't let her top him.

The fun part was, nobody wanted to be partners with him, so by default, pulling some strings to get someone to exchange with him wasn't hard. Since, well, both of them were outcasts at this point.

"Hm... You are one hell of an enemy," she muttered to herself, pushing her face against her palm as she looked outside, "by now, you could have saved yourself, I'm sure people would believe you more than me, but oh well, they sure would be blind then." she giggled.

"I want to meet you after school." he bluntly uttered after ignoring her words, "What a joke, you want to confess to me or something?" she smugly stated, intently side-eyeing him.

"Even if you were sincere about it, you're an actor," she smirked, "you are supposed to fool everyone with your charm and looks, and most of the time, it works." she shrugged.

"Alright, if you insist." he wanted to shut her up anyway, so taking a quick look at their subject teacher, he pulled her face to his and dismissed the shocked face of his classmate when he kissed her. As soon as it began, it ended.

This way, it was sure to spark more gossip. Bring her to him even if she didn't want to.

And it worked, she and he were a thing in the eyes of the people. Even if, she hadn't accepted his confession, he wasn't going to give her a choice. Everything should be going his way.

He's going to make sure she falls in love.

"We should finish this project today." he stopped her by the entrance, grabbing her wrist and making it impossible for her to leave. "I'll come if you want."

"No need," she argued, softly attempting to pull away from him without causing a scene, "It would be better if you let go now. I don't want to report you for sexual harassment and make your career a burning pile of garbage."

"Would they believe you?" he spoke, "I'm the one with connections, not you. So let's make some concessions."

"I don't care, let go! Don't touch me!" she forced her hand out of her grasp and made haste to the exit, and if anyone had paid attention to them, he hopes it makes them think they are closer than anybody else in the whole world. Because the last thing he wanted is for his plans to fail.

She was making it harder for him.

At this rate, he was going to lose her.

With her help, he's sure they can easily overpower his wicked father, he needs this relationship to work. He will make it work.

He will fall in love and so will she.

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popawritter12 · 8 months

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Yandere!Clark Kent + Yandere!Bruce Wayne x female!reader

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent

𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒| 𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕖| 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖| 𝕥𝕧 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖: Dc movie series (?

ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕖: Scenes of jealousy, attempted aggression.

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥:1 of 1

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: I spent several days trying to do something coherent, I didn't like Batman vs Superman nor did I find a coherent way to make a Yandere story of these two. But hey, this is the final result, which is located after the events of the new flash movie (I mean, the new reboot of the DC world)

{AND YES, I PUT A PHOTO OF BATMAN VS SUPERMAN BECAUSE I THINK IT WAS AWESOME}

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Coffee, cooked mate, tea, black tea, green tea, smoothies, croissants, ice cream.

You smell the sweet atmosphere and feel the warmth of the cafeteria atmosphere fill your soul and body with happiness. As if you have changed from a horrendous and heavy environment to one full of happiness and peace and love, you smile, thinking about what to ask for.

For a few days you longed for a break from work, and finally you had it, you could finally have breakfast in complete peace, without worrying about whether you arrived late or late to a place or to do such a thing.

After talking to the clerk about what you were asking for, you sit down to think about your life, and what you could do today. Walk in the park? Watch a movie? Or maybe just lie in bed and sleep like you've never slept in your life.

Or maybe... visit Barry, one of your best friends.

Yeah, that sounded like a great idea, catch up and talk like they did before they got into college.

But... Something went wrong, something interrupted the little rest you had, and you knew that thanks to the people who suddenly went outside.

As if everything were a chaos orchestrated by destiny, as if it were God who had decided to let humans take the reins of their destiny, you see how a kind of fabric is torn in the sky. A hole in the shape of torn cloth reveals two men, peering out of the gloomy chaos that had ensued.

People watched, took photos with their cell phones or recorded videos, or were directly shocked by the bizarre situation in which they lived. The surreal thing about this fact was that a part of you thought that Barry was in danger.

A pang that runs through your stomach as if it were your body telling you something, forces you to start pushing people.

Elbows, shouts, pushes; everything seemed like chaos with the people who began to mobilize.

You walk out of the cafeteria, looking directly into the hole that had opened up.

As strange as it may seem, or as fearful as you did not express, you were able to see two people in the distance that you casually or conveniently knew.

---Bruce? ---Questions with a small voice ---, Clark?

All the noise that people were making because of the shouting, or just because of the amount of people moving slowly fades away, as if your brain was only focused on the two people who were there, above, staring at you, as if they were watching you. searching.

It is then that the hole gets bigger, and an immediate desire to run or hide from what was going to happen ran through your mind and body taking over you

But... everything was in vain, everything had already been determined, everything had already been done, as if destiny had already been written on a stone.

You can see it, the world you've known, the people you've always loved, or even your very existence disappears.

In a blink, you go from being at work, watching the world be destroyed by something you didn't even understand, to waking up from your bed.

You remove the sheets from your body with violence, throwing the sheets on the floor. You look around you, scared; it was your room, but almost completely different.

Instead of posters of your favorite bands, there are posters of people you didn't know. From titles like "The woman in the cabaza" or "The dance of the end of the world" were movie titles that you had seen in your life.

Instead of losing your mind, or starting to panic, you know you can't lose your mind now.

Inhale, hold, exhale, inhale, hold, exhale.

You kept up the routine for a few minutes, until you even managed to keep the peace, even now.

---Remember; everything is fine, everything is fine, ---You inhale again, trying to keep the peace ---, everyone is alive, it was just a nightmare, it was just one more nightmare.

After a few minutes that at this point seemed endlessly insufferable, a sudden call interrupts your attempt to keep all your ducklings in line.

Seeing the cell phone, which was on top of a small book that was on top of a wooden shelf, you take it in your hands.

"Barry <3"

A small hope that everything was a nightmare appears, so you answer.

---Hello? (Name)? --- You hear his voice, like a worried older brother.

---Barry? ---You questions, happy.

You listen for a moment as if Barry did sounds of a happy person, as if he is celebrating that you still remember him.

---It's good that you remind me...! --- He cuts off his own sentence ---, I mean, I'm glad you're okay

---Yes, I'm fine... ---You answer, averting your gaze ---, I just... woke up.

--- Thank goodness --- He whispers, as if he were nervous ---, by the way, can we meet somewhere?

---Yes, s-sounds perfect ---You whisper, trying to hide your nervousness ---, where can we meet?

---I can hear you're nervous, did you have another nightmare? ---He asks.

You blink a few times, remembering that he knew about the nightmares you had for practically your entire life.

---Yeah... It was horrible ---Your voice cracks ---, I can't believe it felt so real!

---Huh? But if all your nightmares feel real... ---He mentions, confused.

---B-But... I could see as if the world was destroyed, something in the sky opened up! ---You explain, nervous ---. Everything was fine, it was my day off but... when I went outside, something in the sky opened up and...

---Oh... ---He whispered, this time more confused ---.., wait, did it open and something or someone peeked out? Like a person or...

---Bruce and Clark! The two of them peered out of the hole that opened ---You express, worsening your condition.

Barry is silent, it was noticeable that his words were stuck in his throat. It is then that, after a few seconds and listening to you sob with fear.

---(Name)... ---Barry called you.

---And I thought it was a dream because everything was being quite strange, and... ---You explained, getting out of bed and looking at the posters in your room ---, I'm in a stranger's room!

---(Name)

---It looks a lot like mine! But it has very... strange tastes, I've never met any of these bands or movies ---You say, investigating the room further.

---(Name) ---He calls you once more.

---What's happening?

---It was not a nightmare.

---What? ---You ask, before listening to someone knock on your door.

---(Name), I need you to go to the park in front of your house, Bruce and I will be there, okay? --- Explains Barry, you could see that he was trying to stay calm.

---O-Okay... ---You whisper, ending the call quickly, looking at the door.

After a few seconds of mustering as much courage as possible, you go to the door and open it. Your fear is suddenly replaced by surprise when you see who was there.

---Clark?! ---Your voice is shot throughout the house, to your surprise, you can see it there; completely calm.

He was carrying a white ceramic cup with flowers, which seemed to have something inside.

---What's up, (Name)? ---Clark asks, confused ---, are you okay?

You look at him for a few seconds, trying not to say something that would probably be very incoherent. You look at the cup that he was carrying in his hands.

---It's nothing... Did you need something? ---Questions, playing with your hands.

---Oh, nothing, nothing ---He repeats, with his cheeks a little reddish ---, I just wanted to bring you a cup of coffee, as I saw that you didn't get up.

You blink a few times, before seeing how he extends the cup towards you.

---Thank you... ---You whisper, before taking the cup in your hands.

--- By the way, --- He mentions, before suddenly changing his tone --- who was that you were talking to?

You can see that because his body was tense and his tone of voice had changed, he sounded different than what you were used to.

--- It was Barry --- You answer, drinking from the cup between your hands ---, he said he needed me to go to the park near here.

--- Oh, --- His voice changes even more for a moment, erasing the smile on his face, but suddenly it's back to normal.

---I'll go now ---You say, happy ---, say hi to Louis for me.

As you walk past your good friend, he suddenly grabs your arm, not forcefully, and in fact hardly exerts any force in his grip.

--- (Name) --- he calls you ---, can I go with you?

---Hey?

Your smile disappears, before scratching the back of your neck with one of your hands.

---Well... Barry says that Bruce will be there, don't you think it would be better if I go alone?

Yes, you were perfectly aware of the certain tension that existed in their relationship, therefore, it was best to avoid conflicts.

---All the more reason I must go... ---he whispered, tightening his grip on your arm a little.

---That?

---No, no, nothing... ---He lets go of your arm, nervous ---, I just want to make sure you're safe.

---But... I'll be with Barry and Bruce... ---You answer, confused ---Besides...

--- (Name) --- he calls you again, taking you back, now grabbing your arm, --- May I go with you?

You can see that his body acted unconsciously, as if he really needed to accompany you before anything else in the whole world.

"Well...okay." You relent, letting a heavy sigh fall from your lips.

You can see how his attitude and face change, his grip is quickly removed, and a smile appears on his lips.

---Okay --- he whispers.

＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／

You can feel how the tension in the air increases with each second of silence that was between the four of you.

---Uh, well... ---Barry whispers, playing with his hands, before walking next to you ---...It's good that we're together now!

---Yes, thank goodness... ---You whisper, before looking at your best friend ---.., Barry, could you tell me about the nightmare?

Bruce looked at you, you could see a soft smile tugging at his lips, before speaking.

---You didn't tell him anything, Barry? ---Bruce asks, intrigued.

---Eh, no, she doesn't know yet ---The young man answers, before looking at you.

---Know what, exactly? ---Asks Clark, again being serious.

---It's complicated.. ---You whisper, before taking a breath ----.., apparently I had a nightmare, as is recurring, but they're telling me it wasn't!

One of your hands goes to your lips, your nails settling between your teeth, until Barry takes your hand.

---Hey, hey, hey ---He's calling you ---, I know this is all complicated, but for now we're not in danger, so let's sit down and...

You can not just one, but two hands grab Barry's wrist, abruptly pulling his hand away from yours.

---Keep your distance, Barry/kid ---Both Clark and Bruce say at the same time.

The surrealism of the scene, along with the sudden reaction of both of you, surprised both Barry and you.

Barry quickly pushes them away, his tone changing suddenly.

---What's wrong with them? ---Barry asks, confused and frowning.

Neither of us could say anything, because you directly speak louder than usual

---What's wrong with all of you? ---You ask, with anger in your tone---. We can't fight now, especially not over something as small as him grabbing my hand! --- You approach Barry, taking his shoulder ---, don't fight, do you really want to make a scene having, I don't know...? More than 28 years?

After the nightmare that seemed to be real, the display of obvious jealousy on Clark's part, and an obvious attempt at another jealousy scene, you were on the brink of losing your mind.

Clark and Bruce don't act like they used to, where did your kind reporter who was actually one of the strongest superheroes on the face of the earth go? Or your good friend who showed you appreciation very rarely? By whom were they replaced?

You can see that both men stare at you, while Barry tried to calm the situation by talking, positioning himself in front of you. But that only caused the look of both of them... Yanderes to intensify, they will begin to lose patience, as if they were on the verge of taking Barry and... damaging him a little, with their own hands.

You know what I mean, don't you, (Name)?

＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／

I don't give a shit what the world thinks; The Bruce that appears in the last Flash movie is great, or at least I like how the actor looks.

#obsessive love #yandere #yandere male #yandere dc #yandere bruce wayne #two yanderes #dc #clark kent #yandere superman #yandere batman #yandere superhero #yandere x you #yandere one shot

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can i request for yandere mikey being submissive for the reader because he’s paranoid that she might break up with him

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7K

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I was pondering this idea for a long while and combined it with a flirty/playful darling cuz I really wanna see Mikey with someone like that :') not to mention this is more fluffy because I need smth lucky to help me get through the next two days. School is getting rough this week so I hope this'll be my good luck charm ♡

You were Mikey's classmate, unfortunate enough to be paired with him for a project which all but confirmed your suspicions about the teacher hating you. After all, to pair you up with someone who doesn't even come to class, is confirmed to be the leader of a rising delinquent gang and a genius in martial arts is basically the teacher saying that he doesn't want you to pass his class with hopes you get beat up or cursed out.

'Maybe the asshole hates me cuz I rejected his advances.' You clicked your tongue in annoyance, disgusted when remembering what happened when he pulled you out of class because he needed "help with something", that something being touches that lingered for too long and made your skin crawl in disgust. Once you talked back for such predators behavior he insulted you, now he has resorted to making sure you didn't pass biology class.

"It should be somewhere around here..." Thankfully finding out where Mikey lived was easy enough.

You just had to ask directions to the Sano Dojo -because the teacher didn't bother giving you Mikey's address- and everyone pointed the way you needed to go to. It's okay for everyone to know where you live when you can beat them up even in your sleep huh?

Relief washed over your anxiety once seeing the blond haired male just resting by his bike outside, if the tied back hair wasn't a dead give away the taller blond by his side with the tattoo on the side of his head was the cherry on top.

You took a deep breath and approached closer to the two, it was okay right? You've heard somewhere Mikey doesn't hit girls.

"Sano-san." Mikey stopped talking to Draken once you called him, his eyes were the only thing to move; glancing over as if to acknowledge the presence of who called him. He didn't recognize you, obviously because he never comes to class to begin with "Hi, I'm [Y/N] [L/N], I'm in your class." You glanced up at Draken and did a slight bow as if to acknowledge him too "The biology teacher wanted me to give you this, you and I are partnered up for a project." Mikey gave you a stare before looking at the paper, giving a slight huff then soon after mumbling "Don't wanna do it."

You blinked, amused by the infamous childish behavior and how his cheeks puffed up as if he was pouting "I don't wanna do it either Sano-san but-"

"Just call me Mikey."

"I don't wanna do it either Mikey-kun but he'll fail both of us if we don't at least hand it in." You replied casually while giving into his demand, ignoring the pressure from both him and Draken looking at you, they really were intimidating. But you didn't want to do the project alone, you were too lazy to "You don't wanna make a girl do all the work, right?" So you gave the shorter delinquent a smile, giggling a little once the nonchalant expression broke down into a full pout "Guess not..." And he took the paper, giving it an annoyed stare while you internally celebrated for thus achievement.

"Thank you! How about we meet up tomorrow after school to discuss more since you seem busy right now, sorry for the inconvenience." You glanced at Draken as well who had remained quiet through the entire exchange, he just shook his head "It wasn't an inconvenience." Reassuring you with a neutral tone.

You nodded, thankful the two didn't outright chase you out. Mikey shrugged and shoved the paper in his jacket's pocket "Ken-chin remind me for tomorrow." He grinned at Draken from over his shoulder before looking back at you, the casual smile more welcoming.

"Then, make sure not to fall in love with me while we're together." Mikey playfully teased with a shiteating grin, earning an annoyed glare from Draken but you couldn't help snickering at his sentence, giving Mikey a bright, award winning smile instead of the usual deadpan expression he was exposed to when he used that line -that Shinichiro taught him-

"You know, for being the commander of a gang you're not that confident." You grinned at the blond, tilting your head "Hasn't it crossed your mind that I might already be in love with you, Mikey-kun?"

Draken blinked from the unusual reaction, lips lightly twitching into an amused smirk when noticing how surprised Mikey was at your response, his face suddenly turning a bright pink 'Cute~' You giggled when he opened his mouth but was left a stuttering mess instead "See you tomorrow after school." You reminded the other and turned to leave, only to glance back when hearing Mikey mumble something to Draken "D-do you think it's a date, Ken-chin?" The sight of the feared Mikey acting so bashful caused you to grin "Depends, do you want it to be a date?"

Mikey flinched, snapping to look at you with widened dark eyes, his face might as well have started steaming from how the blood rushed to his cheeks and even heated up his ears, embarrassed from the fact that you heard him and despite wanting to stop you, you had already left -to save him even more embarrassment-

'[Y/N]...' Mikey took a deep breath before looking back at the crumbled paper you had given him. You were in his class right? Good. He'd be able to find you easily... Which class was he in again?

Now Draken was used to flirting, he grew around it and could tell you were just being playful, probably to lighten the awkward mood set around you three. Not that he minded, besides it was refreshing to see someone act normal around Mikey and not be scared of neither him nor Draken. Either way the tattooed male knew you just messed around a little.

Not Mikey, man started to believe you did actually have a crush on him- no, not crush. You said love right?

He stayed awake a lot longer that night, replaying your short conversation while turning around in his bed all flustered. How could you catch him off guard like that on your first meeting? It was unfair...

To Draken's surprise, he didn't need to remind Mikey tomorrow morning. The blond had actually woken up earlier -which Mikey seemed to regret- so instead of waiting for you after school Mikey actually showed up to class- after lunchbreak but nevertheless, he showed up, which was a shock to most.

"Wow, you actually came to class." You gave Mikey an amused grin when seeing him and Draken walk through the door, well, your name was called out loudly by Mikey the second Mikey set sight on you.

Without a second thought, you easily approached the two in contrast to the rest of your classmates who quieted down at the apperance of the delinquents. Whoever was close moving a few desks away and some who were caught staring between you and Mikey having to look away when Draken gave them an annoyed glance.

"Yup." Mikey on the other hand was smiling, eyes remaining only on you with a satisfied hum once you came over to him. Simply greeting both of them, which Draken merely gave a nod back, before looking back at Mikey.

"That's strange Mikey-kun, did you come just to see me?" Your question immediately had Mikey's cheeks turn a light pink, but he grinned back at you.

Hmph! Mikey practiced what he'd say once he sees you again in that restless night, you weren't going to get him flustered again like yesterday "Hmm maybe, you can say that but I just happened to wake up earlier than normal. You should feel honored [Y/N]-chin, it's your lucky day." Obviously you had a crush- no, you loved him and Mikey was willing to give you a chance because he was gentle like that -it was the first ever "confession" he has received-, even gave you a special nickname.

"[Y/N]-chin?" Raising a brow, you reached closer to Mikey's face, apperantly a move he didn't calculate you'd do because the blond froze up, cheeks blazing up to a bright red once you lightly ran your fingers through the end of his blond hair, the soft hum leaving your lips caused Mikey's heart to thump faster than usual "That's cute, should I call you Jiro-kun then to make it fair?" You giggled, showing the leaf you removed and walked past him to throw it away in the trash.

Nobody missed how red Mikey's face became. Not even Draken could ignore it.

So now everybody knew Mikey liked you- even you, it was clear as day. Yet you didn't make the situation any better whenever Mikey started putting his claim on you in the most obvious ways possible.

The blond started snatching you away when you talked with your friends, boldly huffing and glaring at them as he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, especially if there were guys in the group "[Y/N]-chin will play with me now, don't bother us." Your poor friends had to cower away as Mikey dragged you away- as you let him drag you away back to where Draken stood so you could leave "I didn't take you as one to be this clingy Mikey-kun, it's cute~ I don't mind playing with you." Adding to Mikey's growing affection -and Draken's happiness- your lack of resistance and willingness to play along with him always had Mikey putty in your hands and actually listen -Draken gives you flags to carry around just in case now-

Speaking of flags and food, Mikey began sharing his snacks with you, even feeding you which was something unheard of when it came to Mikey, he usually was the one to steal food when nobody was looking but here you were "Try this, it's good!" Staring at the snacks he gave you, dorayaki he had taken a bite off or a spoonful of parfait he had eaten from before you couldn't help but to snicker "Hmm... Did you want an indirect kiss?" The tease naturally rolled out of your tongue, quickly taking advantage of his frozen state from your words and leaning closer to take a bite of the offering "You were right, it's good~" Mikey stared at you in disbelief, his hand twitching a little before you heard a quiet command "F-feed me too." And as usual you obliged.

Mikey invited you to a Toman meeting once, having you by his side all the time and if you didn't know any better you'd assume he was showing you off, which he was. It was clear "This is [Y/N], she's my friend so make sure to treat her nicely or I'll kill you." You teasingly gave Mikey a nudge to gain his attention "Just a friend? Haven't you already slept in my bed Mikey-kun? I'm hurt~" You reminded the blond of when he fell asleep during the project but it was always worth seeing his face turn a bright red. Your response had gotten the first division captain, Baji? To bark out a laugh once he saw how Mikey reacted. Of course Mikey had no intention of denying what you said, still holding your hand while being a flustered mess.

You weren't going to deny the growing affection for the blond, maybe it was the reason you didn't have a problem when a lot of your friends came over to try and confirm some rumors "Did you tell everyone we're dating?" You asked one day while walking home from school with him "Yup." The other answered with a proud grin, you couldn't help but to sigh helplessly while reaching up and gently running your fingers through his hair "You're really cute Mikey, but at least officially ask me out first."

"I have! I literally give all my snacks to you, we're married at this point." Mikey pouted in response, leaning onto your touch without hesitation and it made you smile warmly at the vulnerable display of affection in his eyes.

You ended up cupping his face with that hand, rubbing your thumb on Mikey's cheek, the blond's pout instantly went away and you were caught staring at Mikey's loving gaze "Oh, so you already want to marry me? What, did you think of what our kid would look like too?"

You laughed softly at how Mikey's face heated up to the usual red, previous soft smile shaky from the sudden question "Y-yeah what about it!?" And a bold admit of what he thought you two would do in the future, he yanked his face away from your hold and with the same puff of his cheeks he gave you a light glare "I WILL marry you."

"Okay."

"I will!"

"I believe you, Manjiro."

"..." You smiled when Mikey quieted down from hearing his actual name, his head tilting down and your heart squeezed from the unusual shy expression, he was biting his lower lip ever so lightly while staring at the ground with half lidded eyes.

'Damn it, I love her so much.'

Mikey's shoulders lightly jerked up when your hand reached out to hold his, instantly intertwining your fingers. Mikey squeezed back and a genuine happy smile stretched up his lips.

It was supposed to stay like that; Now Mikey is in a panic, you had changed.

He tried acting softer, being better, even asked Mitsuya, Emma and the others for some tips on dates or gifts.

You were the one to usually initiate affectionate in the beginning of your relationship, whether it be witty remarks or flirty responses.

But now Mikey had to do it alone and he hated it.

His throat would choke back a desperate whine when realizing you weren't even listening when he talked to you. Whenever touching you; holding your hand, hugging your arm, or mustering up the courage to embrace you all of a sudden, you would give him a slight squeeze at best, a small smile on your face that screamed fake in Mikey's mind. Your texts were shorter and less frequent, sometimes just reading his messages or ignoring his calls up to an hour or two then responding.

At first Mikey thought you may had been in a bad mood or the exams were getting to you.

After all, you didn't seem to mind his bloody apperance after a fight when he came to pick you up or his reputation as a gang's commander either. You weren't scared of him when you caught him kicking someone's lights off. Or the rumors of how he punched Kazutora and was nearly about to kill him.

The most attention Mikey got from you was when Baji died; you comforted and cried with him. But that was all.

You didn't look okay, with clearly no intention of asking him for help even if he told you to.

You were ignoring him and Mikey was losing it.

So Mikey did a very rational thing.

Break into your house in the middle of the night and shook you awake so you two can finally talk. You WILL talk to him whether you like it or not.

"Mikey-kun!? What are you doing here-" You tried sitting up but Mikey kept you pinned down and firmly held your face with both his hands, all but straddling your stomach. It would've scared you under normal circumstances but what you saw was Mikey staring down at you, his expression seconds away from breaking down as tears swelled in his eyes and dropped on your face.

Mikey was crying.

"D-don't leave me [Y/N]... Please don't... Don't break up with me angel... You can't. I-I can't lose you."

You stared in shock as Mikey leaned down and hugged you, burying his face on the crook of your neck and all but cuddling you to bed, his legs tangling with yours and your heart broke at the quiet whimpers and sobs from your delinquent boyfriend "Manjirou... Who said I'll break up with you?" A hesitant question, you knew it was best to give Mikey some space after his childhood friend died, but maybe you should have been more present instead?

Mikey stood quiet as you gently patted his head, he then leaned his head lower and nestled it onto your chest, lifting his gaze to give you heartbroken puppy dog eyes, now you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, his hair was somewhat of a mess as well "C-cuz... You've been ignoring me angel, I don't like you ignoring me- I hate it! I fucking hate it. I-it scares me." He answered in a broken whisper, hugging your torso tighter and again burying his face on your chest, inhaling a deep shaky breath and exhaling, trying to calm down from an unexpected crying fit.

"Oh Jiro... I'm sorry sweetie." You mumbled softly, carefully slipping the blanket from under him and stopping Mikey's trembling when you pulled the covers over both of you, then cupping his face to make Mikey look at you so you could place a kiss on his forehead. That alone stopped Mikey's tears, his puffy eyes now looking at you in desperation "What happened [Y/N]? Talk to me. Please. Tell me what's wrong."

You frowned at the anguished tone of his voice, pursing your lips and glancing away. Your reaction only added to Mikey's distress and panic, he hugged you tighter, almost scared you'd leave "Angel c-come on, is it me? Do I need to change something about myself for you to love me again? I'll do it! M-my apperance maybe? Do you n-not like how I act?" Mikey quickly asked and the declaration shocked you, you swiftly shook your head "No! You're perfect Jiro, I love you because of how you are right now! Don't say that."

Mikey flinched at that, staring at you with wide eyes before tilting his head to kiss your palm "You love me?" He asked weakly, moving his hand over yours and holding it "I love you." You answered with a smile. Sighing in relief once Mikey's expression softened, nuzzling your chest and placing your hand on top of his head. You started petting him and Mikey shyly smiled "I love you too."

"But angel-"

You sighed in relief.

Then Mikey's cold tone of voice caused you to flinch. His expression fell into a nonchalant look.

"Answer my previous question. Why were you ignoring me? Since the problem isn't with me... Is it someone else?"

You clenched your jaw, hesitant, almost wanting to give up before letting out a shaky sigh, Mikey would understand... Wouldn't he? "You know... That... Our biology teacher..." Your voice trembled, gaining Mikey's attention from the strange mention of that guy "He's... Always been w-weird... Even before we met... T-then a few weeks ago he cornered me b-before I- I went home..."

"... Ah." Almost like a light bulb went on in Mikey's head, the blond suddenly looked terrified, like remembering something important "So that day... When you just went home and didn't wait for me..." Mikey had made it his mission to take you home everyday but one specfic day you never showed up, not even a text or a call. And after that day you started to distance yourself.

"[Y/N]..." Mikey gently called out your name, letting go of you and cupping your face instead, leaning up to gently kiss your cheek "Thank you for telling me angel." You teared up when Mikey softly whispered to you "S-sorry for keeping it from you..."

"No you didn't do anything wrong [Y/N]." Mikey smiled at you before shifting to your side, pulling you to his chest and hugging you "You must've been suffering a lot too... From now on I'll never leave you alone."

You closed your eyes, deciding it was best to sleep for now and deal more with Mikey tomorrow. It's been too much of an eventful night.

Mikey kept patting your head but he couldn't sleep, simply holding you close to him as if you would leave if he let go 'Now then.' Mikey's smile fell as his eyes blanked out, hatred swirling inside him when he thought back to what you said 'How to deal with it?'

"So it was you." Mikey smiled, but it never reached his eyes as he kicked the man to the wall, making him drop down after cornering the older adult in the night. Thankfully you were slowly going back to normal. Mikey just had to speed it up by getting rid of the root of the problem.

"You were the one disturbing my angel huh? You annoying fucker, do you know how much you put us through? Can't you take "no" for an answer? If that wasn't disgusting enough you decided to go after MY angel." The blond growled at the cowering man, glaring with lifeless eyes as he thought back to you, you had to go through that alone and Mikey had to believe you didn't love him anymore. All because of this pathetic waste of space.

The blond clicked his tongue in annoyance and punched the adult, knocking him to the ground then continued punching him. Not like anyone could stop him until Mikey was satisfied. He had Toman members keep anyone from coming down the street while he took care of the pest that was ruining your life, Sanzu making sure they had an out if Mikey went overboard.

'I never expected it to be this.' Mikey huffed, he was getting frantic when you didn't talk to him, knowing he'd either have to scare you into being with him like before or gain your pity with crying, luckily he chose the latter and found out you never stopped loving him.

"You almost ruined everything." He gave one last glare to your teacher before throwing the final punch, a sickening crack being heard in the air from the impact "I'll stop for now, but if you ever come near my angel again I'll chase you down and give you worse than hell."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokrev #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere one shot #yandere manjiro sano x reader #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey x reader #yandere mikey

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Aishite Aishite Aishite- Soft yandere Vil

This story is based off of the song “Aishite Aishite Aishite” (no specific version of the song, just a compilation of them). I used a variety of quotes (some direct, others altered to fit dialogue) from the songs throughout the story so it should be a fun ‘search and find’ for anyone who’s familiar with any iteration of the song. I understand that the song is intended to be about Golden Child Syndrome but I, like many others, enjoy the yandere vibes that can be interpreted from it. This is a soft yandere Vil story so apologies if he’s not perfectly in character. I hope you all enjoy the story and happy Valentines Day •ᴗ• ♡

TW: Yandere themes, drugging (love potion and poison), violence and blood (not overly explicit), choking (to knock out, not kill), and kidnapping

Male covers of Aishite Aishite Aishite that you can listen to while reading (FYI I based the vibes, quotes, etc. off of the Will Stetson covers):

Will Stetson cover

Will Stetson rock cover

KumaKumataro cover

Chogakusei cover

The sound of a door slamming shut echoes through the hall, being punctuated with an exasperated sigh. Vil lets himself lean against the door he just closed as he mutters to himself; “What a wretched day. Of all the times that Headmage Crowley could have picked to invite prospective students and other guests to visit, why did he have to choose today?”

Valentine’s Day always tended to be a taxing experience for the young actor. It was no wonder he would garner this much attention from his hordes of admirers on this day in particular. True, he thrived off of the attention and compliments being served to him on a silver platter, but he could only turn down these plain potatoes so many times until it got exhausting. It was easier in previous years. Most of the NRC students had already learned to admire Vil like a priceless work of art; something that was unreachable and beautiful, that could be cherished but which the unworthy knew not to touch for fear of the consequences. But that foolish headmage had to invite swarms of newcomers into the halls of this college. Newcomers that hadn’t the time to learn the rules. They fawned over and swarmed him, vying desperately for his attention as they shouted their confessions and thrust flowers and chocolates and other gifts towards him. He had no interest in such desperate advances from the bland masses. It took everything in him to not sneer at them and tell them off for nearly sullying his uniform. He couldn’t even enjoy his lunch in peace without hiding out in some empty classroom like that loner Idia. Of course, the cafeteria and Mostro Lounge were out of the question– seeing as they were bound to be packed with guests– so he was reduced to camping out away from everyone just so he could eat in peace. He couldn’t even return to his dorm without risking being spotted and followed. So he resolved to stay in this empty classroom to eat and regain the strength needed to make it through the rest of this hellish day. Until the newcomers were finally forced to leave the campus.

Reaching into his bag, Vil pulls out the bento box that he had packed in preparation for the day’s chaos. Along with it, he pulled out a shining red apple. Strange. He didn’t remember packing that. It must have been a gift from Epel then. That boy did love his apples. Perhaps this was his way of wishing Vil good luck on this trying holiday. What a sweet boy. He’ll have to thank him when he gets back to the dorm.

Just as Vil started in on his meal, the door creaked open and a girl peeked in. He fixed her with a cold stare before continuing to eat his meal. He saw the way she looked at him, with obsession written in her eyes. She would obviously just follow him if he tried to leave so he might as well regain his energy before giving her the slip like the others. She tried to strike up a conversation but Vil didn’t even spare her a second glance. If he had been looking at her, he would have seen the desperate expression flash across her face before being replaced with an eager look as her eyes landed on the apple next to him. He places the empty bento box back in his bag as he feels someone plunk themselves in the seat next to him. Feeling a little bored, he decided to play along a bit. A little entertainment before he leaves her behind.

Reaching for the apple, he asks the girl “Just what do you think you're doing?” in a cold voice.

She just stares at him for a few seconds, before a lovesick expression washes over her face: “I’m trying to get close to you, Vil! What else would I be doing? Why would I waste all that time following you just to watch from the sidelines?”

Vil simply sighs in response. This isn’t his first run in with overzealous fans. It stopped being worrisome a long time ago and had just become a hindrance.

“Well you’ve been allowed to bask in my presence for long enough. I will be taking my leave soon and you will not follow me. Understood?” He finishes his sentence with a sickly sweet, fake grin. The girl seems unfazed by his comment and simply watches with bated breath as he brings the apple up to his lips.

The red surface crunches beneath his teeth as the overly sweet taste floods across his tongue. This apple tasted … off. There were hints of certain flowery and fruity tastes, rose petals and strawberries being the most distinguished of them, mingling with the red apples natural flavor. An overpoweringly sweet artificial aftertaste coated his taste buds like tar. It was too sweet. Sickeningly sweet. He could feel his stomach roil after he made the mistake of swallowing it. A strange feeling started washing over him. It felt like a steady haze was covering him, a fog overtaking his brain and making it harder for him to think clearly. He could feel a tingling in his mind, reaching to hold his head in his hands as he shut his eyes. It didn’t exactly hurt but he could feel it overpowering him. He should be worried, this clearly wasn’t a normal response. The apple was probably drugged, a love potion seeming like the most plausible answer. But despite this distressing situation that he found himself in, he could feel a sense of acceptance washing over him, replacing the dread that had previously pooled in him.

“It’s okay Vil, just open your eyes. Just look at me, okay?” the girl cooed, a disturbingly wide smile spreading across her face. “I promise everything will be all better~ Just as soon as you look at me.”

Even in his potion-addled mind, Vil had enough sense to know that this was a bad situation he found himself in. He kept his eyes firmly closed, holding his hands over them even as she tried to wrench his wrists away.

The door to the room softly opened, an NRC student making their way into the room whilst carrying a large stack of papers in their arms. The papers completely blocked their view to the rest of the room, so they blindly maneuvered past desks to the teachers desk where they plopped the papers down with an unceremonious ‘thump’. Both Vil and the girl whipped their heads around at this noise. Vil opened his eyes to see the source of the sound, his muddled state making him temporarily forget what would happen to him upon laying eyes on someone. His hands had been pulled far enough off his eyes that he saw them for a split second. This was all it took.

The girl stared at the student with a deer-in-headlights look, frantic about being caught in the act; “Wha-What are you doing here?!”

The student jolts at this and whips around to look at the speaker, finding this unfamiliar girl manhandling one of their classmates.

“I was just delivering papers for Professor Crewel.” After overcoming their initial surprise, they were able to take in the scene more carefully. “Just what do you think you’re doing? You’re clearly making him uncomfortable, so back off.”

“No, he’s not uncomfortable!!" She stomps childishly, as if to enunciate her point. "He was just about to accept my confession before you interrupted us! Tell them Vil!” The girl turns to Vil with an eager expression before her eyes land on his face and her expression falls.

His hands had completely fallen from his eyes, allowing him to look at the student before him clearly. His purple irises seemed to shimmer with untold emotions, a soft pink ring encircling his pupils and giving him a barely noticeable case of centralized heterochromia. His mouth was slightly agape with his hand gently hovering in front of it. He looked stunned, as if he had just seen an ethereal being flutter down from the sky and land before him in this dreary classroom. He felt himself being overcome with emotions; warmth, devotion, adoration, and desire started brimming within him. He felt the blissful joy that spurs from a crush. This can’t be a crush! That sounds too informal, too juvenile. Calling this a mere ‘crush’ would be an insult to the depth of feelings he holds for them. This had to be love! There’s no other possibility! They’re perfect! So perfect! How could he have ever overlooked them! They had been by his side all this time. He had just been too blind to see.

“ … [Name] … ” A soft whisper escaped Vil as his lips twitched into the ghost of a smile.

“Are you sick or something? You’re all flushed! Come on, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” They grab Vil’s arm to help him out of his seat, quickly snatching his bag as well. They rush him out of there before the girl even has enough time to process the situation at hand. They kept turning back as they led Vil down the hallway, afraid that the girl would follow the two of them.

Once making it a safe distance away, they released his arm that they were holding onto in order to steady and guide him through the halls. Vil noticed that the spot they had been touching felt unnaturally cold in their absence, causing him to tense up and look at them in confusion. The expression on their face had switched from the overly concerned facade that they had put on in front of the girl to a stoic, nearly frigid look.

“Looks like she fell for the ruse. I’m guessing that’s one of those ‘crazy fans’ that you keep complaining about. Steer clear from that one, alright? I won’t be there to save you next time. Dunno if you actually need to go to the nurse or not but I’m sure you can get there yourself. Here’s your bag.” They state, moving to hand him his pack. His eyes hover over them for a few seconds before he reaches out to grab the strap that they held out to him. His fingers gently press against their hand as he lingers against their touch. They break the contact quickly, swiping their hand away as if they’d been burned, and start walking away. “Good luck with the fans.”

“[Name], wait!” Vil panics as he sees them moving away from him.

They seem to deflate a bit as they turn back to him, muttering an annoyed “What?” in response.

“[Name]. I…well, frankly I don’t know how to put this. I-” For once, Vil felt utterly tongue tied. His mind had gone blank, the overwhelming emotions stifling any attempt to plan his next words. All his charisma and charm slipping from his mind, like water from a sieve, in the face of this blinding admiration.

“You don’t have to thank me or–”

“– I feel as if I’ve been pierced with Cupid’s arrow!” Vil blurts out, cutting [Name]’s sentence off short. The apathetic stare drops from their face and they look utterly shocked. “I have no other way to describe it! I feel as if a blindfold has been lifted from my eyes, allowing me to see the divine being that has been right in front of me all along! I was a fool to not realize this before; you are perfection incarnate! Your visage has brought light and vibrance to my once dull world. Simply being in your presence leaves me feeling light and giddy. [Name], I believe I have fallen in love with you!” Vil flashes an eager smile. Not his usual pristine grin that seemed merely a pose for a camera, but a smile that seemed genuinely kind and heartfelt.

[Name] was frozen in place for a few long seconds. It felt like time was dragging on at a painfully slow pace. They could feel a pang of hurt in their heart. But they pushed it aside for the moment. Swallowing thickly and taking a shaky breath, they look Vil directly in his eyes; “Did… did that girl hit you in the head or something? Wha-… are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?”

The smile on Vil’s face falls, being replaced with a look of worry. “No, I’m fine…really! I- I’ve never felt better! Just being with you has made everything better!” He tries to smile at them again but stops when he sees their expression. Their face had contorted into a look of scarcely contained, deadly calm rage. Their eyes fixed him with a sharp glare as they seethed through their gritted teeth.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this your idea of a joke? If it is, then you really are cruel. You think you have any right to be saying this after last year?” Letting out an exasperated huff, they continue, “To think; I try to help you, and this is the thanks I get?! You think it’s fun teasing me, huh? Can’t stand the fact that I’ve gotten over your little stunt? That I’m not falling over myself to kiss the very ground you walk upon. That I’m not worshiping you like you're perfect or something? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?! You know what; fuck you Vil. Just leave me alone.”

Vil looked as if he had just been punched in the gut. It felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest, thrown to the floor, and crushed beneath their shoe. He dashed after their retreating form, frantically spewing words that he desperately hoped would make the situation better.

“I-I’m so sorry for what happened then! I was blind– A fool!! How could I ever treat such a sublime being like that?! I promise I’ll fix it! I’ll make it up to you! I’ll do anything! Wait! Maybe you’re upset because I didn’t have anything prepared for you during my confession! I’ll fix this! You deserve everything! I’ll give it all to you!! Flowers and sweets! Perhaps you want cosmetics and jewelry? Or clothes? Or maybe a poem?! Even a simple card or note would have been enough to show that these feelings are more premeditated than a passing fancy! To prove that what I feel for you is genuine and not merely an impulse. How could I be so foolish to try to confess without a suitable gift to fit a person of your caliber?! [Name], wait, please!!”

Vil continues to bound after them, desperately trying to convince them to respond to him. To slow down and stop slamming doors in his face. To stop stomping their way back to their dorm. Hell, even them looking at him would be enough. Even if it was out of hatred, he needed their eyes to be on him. To feel acknowledged by them. To know that he still held a place in their world. Even if that role was one of the despised, he’d be happy to know that they cared enough to feel something for him. He could work with ‘Something’. He’d show them. As long as their eyes were on him, he could prove that he’s worthy of their love. That he can make up for the past. That he’s not the same heartless fool that had the gall to turn them down so mercilessly a mere year ago.

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The girl stood alone in the room. Picking up the apple that had fallen from Vil’s hands when the potion she made for him started kicking in, she stared at it and traced her thumb over the spot he had bitten. The flesh of the fruit was discolored, tinged a soft shade of pink instead of its usual off-white. She was seething. He had been taken from her. He was supposed to be hers! But they got in the way. She would fix this. She swore that she would. They wouldn’t get in her way again.

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They stepped out of their dorm and felt an uneven texture beneath their foot, along with hearing the sound of crinkling plastic. They didn’t even have to look down to know what it was at this point; another damn bouquet. They hadn’t even gotten any breakfast yet and they were already done with the day. Letting out an irritated huff, they scooped up the newest gifts and added them to the ever-growing pile that was now looming over them.

It has only been a few weeks since the incident on Valentines and ever since Vil has been religiously sending them gifts. Every day, the gifts would be waiting for them outside their dorm. It didn’t matter if they had just gotten up or just got back from classes, the gifts would be there waiting for them. Every. Single. Day.

Some of the gifts were the common symbols of love that one would expect. Sweet treats like chocolate covered strawberries and heart-shaped confections, exquisite flower arrangements, and absolutely adorable plushie versions of their favorite creatures. Others could have been considered heartfelt- if not for the circumstances. Care baskets brimming with necessities and luxuries alike, beautiful bento boxes containing scrumptious healthy dishes, cosmetic goods meant to improve the users health as well as polish their appearance, and the highest quality supplies for their hobbies. Then there were the really extravagant gifts. The ones that would easily cost more than their whole dorm building and everything in it. Enough glittering jewelry to allow one to shimmer brighter than the stars in the night sky, name brand clothing that–alarmingly–were perfectly tailored to their size (they recoiled in disgust at how he could have gotten this information), trinkets and baubles made from precious metals and fine gems that served no purpose other than being aesthetically pleasing, and any other expensive item that they had even considered wanting.

And then there were the notes. So. Many. Notes. There were letters and poems. Sonnets and soliloquies. The font was always ornate and showy, likely having been penned out with a quill and ink, and some cards even appeared to have a spritz of his perfume in them, allowing the scent to waft out upon being opened. Each of which was flowery in language and insistent in the earnestness of his feelings. Some commented on how they had to take better care of themselves; how their sleep schedule was all over the place, that they were working themselves too hard, that they weren’t getting the proper nutrition, and so on. He rambled about how he could take much better care of them; that he could pamper them and handle everything so they could simply let their beauty shine without the stress of daily life getting in the way. He commented on how a person of their caliber deserved to be living in a mansion and not in some squalid dorm. He went on and on about all the things that he claimed they deserved, that he could provide them with should they simply allow themself to be his. As much as they wanted to toss the notes out, burn them with fire so they can’t be burned into their memory, they kept each and every one of them. There was no sentimentality to it. They would serve as evidence if they ever needed to get the teachers or law enforcement to intervene in the future, should it ever come to that.

The gifts, on the other hand, were a different story. They tried giving them back to Vil, telling him to return them and get his money back. He acted shocked at first, like he couldn’t understand that someone wouldn’t want the marvelous gifts that he had given them. But then he became insistent that they keep the gifts. He seemed to be laboring under the delusion that they didn’t want the gifts because they felt “unworthy” of them or that they were simply “unaccustomed” to being treated in the way that they deserved, to which he did everything in his power to reassure them that they are worth every penny spent and more. What he didn’t understand is that the sole reason they didn’t want his gifts is because it was him that gave it to them. No matter how much they insisted, he refused to take the items back. They ended up pilling it all up in their room, refusing to give him the satisfaction of using or partaking in anything he had given them. They’d sooner give it away, then use it themselves.

Worst of all was the source of all this himself. Every time they ran into Vil in person, he would try to dote on them. He was like a peacock, constantly preening and showing off in a desperate attempt to catch their attention. He always seemed to have some hairbrained scheme, ranging from messages written in rose petals to invitations for extravagant events, all with the end goal of getting them to love him back. He would present them with desperate acts of love, spewing his pathetic rambles of “Lovely results, don’t you agree? Lovely just like me! Aren’t I the fairest of all? Hey, hey– I’m perfect, aren’t I? Please, I’ve done so much for you. If you say no, I’ll cry!” and “I’m doing so well, have you heard? You see–You see! I'm perfect for you!”. They had taken to flat out ignoring him, hoping that he’d just move on when he finally took the hint that they weren’t interested. They tried to be polite at first but they were sick of it. They were sick of him. Was this just a game to him? What was wrong with him? Why was he like this all of a sudden? They just wanted this all to stop. They were tired.

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The sharp clacks of high heeled shoes can be heard heading out of a room used for Alchemy lessons. Vil practically waltzes down the hall, proudly admiring his work; These potions will surely help him win their heart! A few flasks contained shimmering, vibrant substances that he planned on integrating into his beauty routine. Surely a few cosmetic potions would help him look exquisite enough to catch their attention. A little something to make his hair silkier here and a bit of magical cologne there would surely be enough to garner him at least a few extra seconds of their gaze. He fantasizes about how they might react to seeing him after these new additions to his beauty regimen. Would they look at him with a dewy-eyed desire? Perhaps reluctant admiration would be more realistic? Maybe they would even seek him out to compliment him, thus giving him the pleasure of basking in their presence! He sighs dreamily as he safely pockets these concoctions in the inner pocket of his jacket. He then reaches to the pocket of his pants to remove a vial of viscous, lime green poison. With the dreamy look still glistening in his eyes, he continues his daydreaming. Swirling the liquid around the tube it’s contained in, he fantasizes about using it against anyone that might be foolish enough to try and steal his dearest away from him or, Sevens forbid, try to ruin their perfection by corrupting their mind or marring their body! He had no set target in mind upon the initial brewing of this poison, but he’d prefer to have it just in case. He didn’t plan on using it unless he felt it was absolutely necessary. He knew how much of a kind heart his dearest one possessed. They would almost certainly react unfavorably if they found out he had poisoned someone for them, even if said person was a threat. He would hate to give them any reason to despise him, especially given the reluctance they exhibited to his advances thus far. But he would rather be safe than sorry. He was sure that he would end up needing it at some point. What if some brainless oaf tried to taint their perfection? Or some jealous brute tried to hurt them because of the attention he was lavishing them with? Or, Vil seethes at the very thought, what if that insolent brat Neige LeBlanche tries to steal them from him- like he has so many of the things that he so rightfully deserved? No, he wouldn’t let them be taken from him! They meant more to him than any acting role– any prestige or popularity– ever could. He needed to keep them safe, keep their perfect self from being tainted by all the unworthy spuds that surround them. Only he comes close enough to perfection to truly appreciate them. Only he has earned the right to their attention.

“VIL!” A loud shriek from the other end of the hall, followed by a quick succession of heavy footfalls interrupted his thoughts. He swiftly pocketed the vial of poison and turned to glare at the interruption. His eyes fell upon the girl from a few weeks ago. The one who had practically thrown a tantrum after seeing Vil lavish his attention and care upon his dearest [Name] instead of her petulant self. His face twisted into a scowl of disgust as the girl closed the distance between the two of them.

“How could you do this to me, Vil?! I went through all that effort– gathering ingredients, learning how to make the damn thing, hiding it from teachers and classmates and everyone– all to make that love potion for you! And you don’t even fall for me?! No! That slut had to get in my way, didn’t they! Why couldn’t they have just minded their damn business and left us alone!” The girl fumed, jutting about with jagged motions. She was near inconsolable, desperately reaching out to grasp onto Vil’s arm, uniform– anything she could get her hands on. Only to be met with a harsh tug, as Vil pulled himself out of her grasp, and a scathing glare.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Vil’s voice was calm and cold, dripping with more venom than a snake’s fangs. He painstakingly brushes off his uniform and gloves, as if the mere touch of the girl was enough to bespeckle his pristine form with grime.

Not being blind to the intentions behind his actions, the girl simply grits her teeth and continues ranting; “It was supposed to be me! You should have looked at me first– you should have fallen in love with me! But that nuisance of a classmate of yours just HAD to get in the way! Why did someone as pathetic and worthless as th–ecck!”

Before she could finish her sentence, she found that one of Vil’s gloved hands had shot out and wrapped around her throat, leaving her to sputter and gasp for air.

“How dare you.” It started out as a murmur. A deadly whisper. His blonde locks parting to expose his purple eyes, dappled with pink, brimming like cauldrons with contents far deadlier than any poison he had ever brewed.

“How dare you try to sully their name with that foul mouth of yours! You are a loathsome piece of filth! What makes you think you could even be worthy of my attention?! What makes you think you could even come close to comparing to them?!” Despite the girl trying to pry his hands from her neck, his grip is unfaltering. He meets her resistance with only more hostility, pushing her and allowing her to fall and smack her head against the cold stone floor. As she tried to recover, she found a sharp heel digging into her stomach. Her desperate eyes met the cruel expression on Vil’s face.

“In a normal situation, I would have preferred to spare more of my attention to the muck on the bottom of my shoes than to the likes of you. But this isn’t a normal situation, now is it?” He presents the girl with a cold, closed eye smile. Any coherent words that the girl may have used to respond with are lost to yelps and whimpers as Vil’s heel presses further into her flesh, blood starting to pool and soak into her clothes. His smile drops upon the utterance of his next words, being replaced with a dead eyed stare; “You insulted them. My beloved. My dearest one. My most precious love! The most perfect person I have ever had the honor of laying my eyes upon! And you have the nerve to speak ill of such a sublime being.”

He cracks his knuckles and closes in on the girl, chuckling to himself as she desperately tries to distance herself from him. “You’ve certainly earned what is coming to you.”

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[Name] was making their way down the corridor, adjusting the straps of their pack and fantasizing about returning to their dorm room for some much needed downtime. Lessons had finished a couple of hours ago, but they and a few friends had met up for some studying before an important test. Vil had eagerly offered to tutor them on the subject but they immediately refused his offer. For the last few months, Schoenheit had been utterly insufferable. Refusing to leave them alone, he seemed to have devoted himself entirely to gaining their attention. He always wanted to spend time with them, both in and out of classes; offering unwanted advice about fashion and appearances along with offers for makeovers and self care days provided by him in his dorm room, as well as smothering them with attention, compliments, and gifts. They knew he liked them. It wasn’t hard to tell given the fact that they’ve had to turn down his confessions and actions numerous times already, but he just wouldn’t take the hint and leave them alone. What happened to him in the first place? He wasn’t always like this.

Once upon a time, it had been them who was pining for him. He was so regal, so sophisticated, so breathtakingly beautiful that they couldn’t help but fall for him. But they found out what the real Vil was like. They had tried asking him out, offering him flowers that they had grown, a hand drawn card, and a box of homemade chocolates. They knew they didn’t have enough money to buy anything that would even come close to the standard that Vil must experience as a famous actor, so they thought that handmade gifts would be better. Besides being more affordable, they also felt more genuine. They had put blood, sweat, and tears into making his gifts- quite literally since the flowers were a hassle to grow and often pricked them with their thorns. And how did he respond to their efforts? He laughed. He unleashed his barbed tongue, lashing them with his scathing words, and tossed the gifts in the nearest waste bin. It took time, and more tears than they wanted to admit, to get over this rejection but they had finally recovered. And now he wants back into their life? He tried to apologize and make up for the past. But it was too late for that. The damage had been done. Now, they wanted nothing more than to prove to him just how little they needed him. They didn’t need his gifts; often giving them to friends and classmates who had a greater need for them. They didn’t need his compliments. They had learned to love themself without the input from people like him. They especially didn’t need him to tutor them. They had their actual friends to help them with that.

Speaking of which, those friends had already parted a few minutes ago after some pleasant conversation and a chorus of ‘byes’. Ace and Deuce headed back for the Heartslabyul dorm, Epel for Pomefiore, Ruggie to Savanaclaw, and so on. They decided to close the distance between themselves and their dorm by passing through the hallways of the building they were in so they could exit out the other side. Any excuse to stay inside longer. To avoid the biting cold they knew awaited them outside these halls. Spring break was growing near yet it was still far too cold to be comfortable. They had their earbuds in listening to some upbeat music as a means to reward themself after all the work they had done while studying. They sauntered down the hallway, moving to the music, confident that no one else would be around to see them. As they made their way through halls and past classrooms, they thought they could hear some distant sounds over the music. They stopped their melody-fueled movements and removed an earbud. The sounds of a scuffle made itself clear as soon as their hearing was no longer muffled by the music. They quickly paused their song and stuffed their earbuds in their pocket. So what if they got tangled wires! Someone was in trouble!

Despite wanting to help, they still chose to be cautious. They made their way steadily, yet stealthily, to the source of the noise. The noise was close, just around the corner. They quickly pressed some buttons on their phone, drawing up the camera feature to peek around the corner without making their presence known. What they saw shocked them to their core. They saw Vil sitting in a mounted position atop another person. He was holding them down and beating them with his fist. They could barely make out any details about the person he was doing this to. There was too much blood. It pooled on the stone floor beneath the victim’s head, splattered on the walls, caked their face with a layer of dried-on grime that mingled with the fresh liquid– in the form of blood and tears– drawn out after each punch, and clung to the fabric of Vil’s gloves and clothes. They felt a queasiness pool in their gut at the squelchy ‘schmack’ sounds made after each hit, at the crimson being flung to all the surfaces in the vicinity of the violence. Vil suddenly stopped, letting his hands rest on either side of the person's head, staring down at their beaten form beneath him as he let out panting breaths.

A quiet whimper filled the air as the person beneath Vil gained the strength to speak.

“Why, Vil … I loved you … I did this … for you … Made it … for you … All … for you …” She, since you could now tell by her voice that this person was likely a she, let out raspy breaths between each thing she said. She sputtered through the blood oozing out of her mouth to let out her small pleas for answers.

They nearly held their breath after this, trying to steady their breathing in the newfound quiet. They didn’t want Vil to know they were here. They thought the way he was acting recently was weird, but they never thought he'd go this far! They hoped he would be satisfied with the damage he had caused and just leave. Without him here, they could get her to the infirmary. Without him here, they could breathe easily again. Just please … let him leave. Their thoughts froze when they heard a shuddering chuckle. It started as a low laugh, quiet and breathy, before slowly rising in volume. They could see him shudder between giggles before throwing his head back as he let out a noise that could only be described as a cackle. A maniacal laugh that was punctuated by gasps for air. The sinister noise filled the hallway like a rolling fog, consuming anything within its vicinity in an aura of terror. They could feel the chills crawling up their spine, their knees turning to jello and threatening to give out beneath them, and goosebumps coating their skin in waves. They desperately clamped a hand over their mouth to prevent any involuntary noises of fear from escaping them– alerting this madman to their whereabouts.

And then, he spoke.

“You just don’t get it do you? What makes you think I would ever stoop low enough to even consider harboring feelings beyond contempt for a pathetic little thing such as yourself? You’re a fool to think I could ever love you. Even with the help of a love potion, you'd still be the detestable little fly that refuses to stop buzzing around me. I’ve read the letters you so obsessively sent to me. What a laugh!”

Vil’s voice takes on a tone of mocking imitation “ ‘A letter penned with charm and wit.’ What a baseless claim! Even with all the work you say you put into them, somehow the feelings never did fit, did they? To say ’I love you from afar’, as filthy a creature you are!” A jarring laugh cuts through the air as he continues with a quiet, cruel tone. “It’s not enough– You’re not enough. Just not enough… Only they are enough for me. They are perfection itself. They are everything I could ever need. And I will become everything they could ever want. And you… You tried to stand in my way.”

A small whimper echoes around the hall as Vil’s sharp, manicured nails dug into the girl's skin. His expression is hauntingly blank. Only his eyes reflect the sheer hatred that seethes forth from him.

“You want to keep us apart. You want to take me from them. Steal my time. My attention. My love! Steal it from the person who it rightfully belongs to. Who I want nothing more than to devote it to. All because you think that you alone are deserving of me? Don’t you get it?! My love for them is just too big, you filthy detestable pig!!”

As his yelling crescendos, he presses her shoulders further into the ground. Her pained noises seem to spur him on, as he continues with a sadistic grin. “And isn’t this so much more fun?! As you so needlessly keep repeating, ‘You did this all for me’ didn’t you? You pestered me like the bothersome little gnat you are, even going so far as drugging me just so I’d spare you a second glance. Such a shame that your plan didn’t work out the way you’d hoped.” Vil seemed to take on an air of fake pity before twisting into an expression of sheer smugness. “You should be thankful that I’m even sparing the time from my busy schedule to personally handle a pest like you. But I guess I should be more appreciative, shouldn’t I? If it hadn’t been for you drugging me with that love potion, I never would have come to the realization that I was in the presence of the perfect angel that is my lovely [Name]. I should reward you for that, should I not?” Reaching into his pocket, he gingerly removed a vial of lime green sludge and swirled it for the girl to see. “Don’t worry, this poison is relatively fast acting so you won’t have to wait very long for it to kick in. I can’t promise that it'll be painless though~”

They watched as Vil’s hand clamped around the girl's jaw, forcing her mouth open. Just as he was about to pop the cork off the bottle, they felt themself lurch into action. Pocketing their phone and tearing into their bag, they grab the first book that their fingers circle around.

Rounding the corner they hurl the book with all their might towards the man, while shouting at the top of their lungs: “Get away from her!”

Despite falling short of its target, the loud thump of the book along with their yell was enough to distract the man from spilling the poison down the girl’s throat. Both pairs of eyes flit over in their direction. Vil’s eyes, initially filled with bloodlust and rage at being interrupted from sealing the fate of this thorn in his side, quickly switches to panic as he recognizes the interrupter as the very person he was devoting this attack to.

“My love! This isn’t what it looks like, I-I…I swear!” He quickly stoppers the vial and puts it in his pocket, positioning himself in a way to better face them and raising his bloodied palms to them as if that would exemplify innocence. Their knuckles whitened around the strap of their pack as they readied another book to use as a projectile.

“I don’t want to hear it, Vil. Just– just get away from her!” They did everything in their power to appear as intimidating as they could. To push down the waves of fear coursing through them. To stop the shaking that would have otherwise wracked their body and seized their voice. They had to be strong. For their sake and the sake of that girl. Any sign of weakness from the prey could inspire the predator to strike.

“[Name] please, you have to understand. She was a threat to us–”

“There’s no ‘us’ Vil! There never has been— there never will be! I don’t care what you think she’s done! How could you do this to her– to anyone?! You’re sick! Just get back!”

Vil looked as if he had been struck. His eyes were hurt and pleading. They’d almost say he looked like a kicked puppy, if it wasn’t for all the blood staining him and the rest of this horrid scene. This distraction on Vil’s part was enough for the girl under him to point a bloodied, shaky finger at them. Her expression was desperate and pleading, but her eyes: Her eyes were vindictive. Her eyes were blaming.

“You…” She spoke with a wavering voice “...did this… You need to help me… It’s your fault after all! This would have never happened if you had ju–Mmph!”

Vil slapped his hand over the girl's mouth, slamming her head back against the ground. Within an instant, his hurt expression had been replaced with the cruel glare that he now directed at the girl. “You shut your filthy mouth! They have the kindness to try to spare you from the fate that you so rightfully deserve! To pardon you from all the misdeeds that you have so carelessly affronted them with– and in response to their boundless patience you only try to insult them more?! You’re even more despicable than I thought you could be.” His expression softened as he turned back to them, moving to stand up and approach. “Darling, don’t listen to her. None of the blame rests on your shoulders, I assure you. It’s all her fault.” He turns to glare at the girl as he says this before turning back with a look that could almost be considered soft. He advanced towards them slowly, as if he was approaching a skittish animal. “I know you're a kind soul. I know you don’t like innocent people getting hurt. But I can assure you, this one is not innocent. They’re not worthy of your kindness. I’m just doing this to protect you– to protect us! She would have gotten in our way. You have to believe me!…My–my love? My love, you’re shaking…”

Despite their best attempts to keep their fear from presenting itself, they couldn’t stop the quacks that wracked their entire body. They clenched onto their school bag like it was a lifeline, holding it in front of them like a shield. “You’re sick, Vil! You’re a– a monster! Stay…stay back! Stay away from me!!”

He took in the sight of their fear with a look of terror adorning his own face. He never wanted this. He wanted their attention to be on him– yes– but not in this way! He wanted their love! Their affection! Their adoration! He wanted them to care for him as he did them. He never wanted them to fear him– much less have to fear anything! How could he protect them from their fear if he was the source of it?

“Wait, [Name]! Please don’t be scared of me! I-I’m not going to hurt you- WAIT!” He shouts the final word as his nearing presence had finally become too much for them to bear.

They hurled the bag at him as hard as they could before sprinting down the hall. They were running on pure instinct, the adrenaline coursing through their system fueling their flight. Their thoughts were limited, focusing solely on getting away from Vil and getting help. They just had to make it out of this building and into a more populated area. Sharp clacking sounds followed behind them, along with shouts of “[Name], come back!” and “Please, [Name]!”. The sounds were getting closer and closer. They could see an exit in front of them. The door loomed ahead, like a beacon of light guiding them out of the darkness. It was Twenty feet away now. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet. Nine. Eight. Seven–

Just as they reached out, hoping to feel their fingers encircle the cold metal knob– to twist it beneath their grasp, to throw their weight against the door, to allow the biting cold of the outside world to wash over them– they instead felt slender fingers grasping around their bicep, yanking them back just far enough to leave them grasping at the air instead of the handle. Falling back a bit from the force of the tug, they felt something encircling them, effectively pinning their arms to their side. They could hear his gasps for breath, feel his chest as it rapidly rose and fell against their back. He was dragging them– nearly carrying them– into a nearby classroom. They kicked and writhed, fought and screamed. Throwing their head back in hopes of smacking against his nose and swinging their legs back to try to hit him in a spot they knew would stun him for just long enough to give them the upper hand. Fighting tooth and nail. Doing anything they could to escape the man holding them back from their freedom. From help. From safety. But he was stronger than them.

Damn his acting career for training him in ways to fight and defend himself! Damn his workout routine for ensuring that he was fit! Damn everything about him! Damn it all!

But it was too late.

Pushing open the door to the classroom, he pulled them inside. Twisting round, he slammed his back against the door– sealing it shut with his body weight. They could hear him panting, feel it tickling their ears and touseling their hair. The heave of his chest against their back rivaling their own frantic breaths. He gripped onto them like he was a drowning man holding onto a life preserver. They tried to wriggle from his arms but he would only hug them closer to himself, as if they’d vanish if he so much as loosened his grip.

Between heaving breaths, he panted out: “[Name]… Please…Please, just listen to me. I can explain.”

They froze in their struggle, faking compliance so they could bid time until he eventually lowered his guard. He took their stillness as a sign to continue.

“You have to understand; I wasn’t going to hurt you. I would never hurt you! There’s no need to run from me. I was just trying to protect you. She would have only gotten between us! If she had her way, she would have taken me from you! She was desperate– crazy even! She would have tried to hurt you, I know it! I couldn’t have that happen!!”

As much as they wanted to snap at him, yell back about how he’s in no position to be calling someone crazy, they chose to take the safe route. Being antagonistic would only make him more unhinged and dangerous than he already was. If they tried to talk to him calmly, maybe they could get him to loosen his grip enough to be able to escape his arms and put some distance between them. With a shaky voice, from both nerves and from trying to catch their breath, they respond;

“Vil…Ple–Please let me go. You’re hurting me.” They reached up to his arms, softly placing their hands on them in a way that could be interpreted as a reassuring caress but which was actually their preparation to rip his arms away at a moment's notice. It took everything in them to not recoil in revulsion and terror when they felt him bury his face in the crook of their neck. They could feel something wet staining their shoulder as he seemed to convulse; Was he crying? They could feel his breath escape in gasps as each sob echoed from him.

“It’s agony…” he whispered “I just can’t bear being away from you. I can’t bear it when you look at me with such disdain and fear. I’m going insane, I love you so much! Why can’t you see, it’s hurting me my sweet! Please just make the pain go away!” He burrowed his face further against their shoulder as he wept.

“It’s… it’s okay. We can… we can fix this. That girl drugged you with a love potion, didn’t she? We can get you an antidote. I’m sure Professor Crewel should be able to get you one. Then you won’t be in pain anymore!” They ended off with an optimistic tone, hoping that he would just go along with the plan.

There was a long pause. Neither of them spoke. Neither even moved. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, loosening his arms ever so slightly. They could see his hands shaking, feeling him quivering like a leaf in a windstorm against them. They tried to soothe him, gently rubbing his arm to try to coax him into fully letting them go while whispering variations of “It’s okay” and “You’ll be okay”. They felt him tense up and fall still. What happened? Did they push too far too fast?

Any hope they had that this situation could still be fixed was dashed when they felt his crushing grip return even tighter than before.

“… no. No, I won’t lose you. I don’t care if this is because of some love potion, my feelings for you are real! It simply helped me see. That’s it! It helped me see that you’re the only one for me! You’re all I love. You’re all I need! I thought I wanted the eyes of this whole rotting world, but I know now! All I need is your eyes on me!” If they could only see his face, they’d see the desperately lovesick look painting his features. “Love me I beg– just love me I beg! Take it! All of me! Just let me be yours! And you’ll be mine! I’ll take your grief and bury the key! I’ll give you everything you could possibly want! All I ask is for you to be mine!”

They writhed in panic at the extent of his mania. “Vil, please! There’s still time! We can still fix this! We can still get you the potion! We can get the girl to a healer and–”

“–Why do you care about her?! Why do you care about any of them?! I’m the best— aren’t I? I am the best, in our class they attest, I’m a boy far above all the rest. I’m better than those two friends of yours! Those fools Ace and Deuce— what do they have that I don’t?! I won’t be bested by all of the rest— of this pitiful school, I’m the head! What do you want me to change? I will be better for you! I’m better than those two, better than all! But you still prefer them. What must I do to have you look only at me?!”

In a burst of emotion, they tore his arms off of them. Scrambling away, they cowered behind a row of desks to force some distance between them. Their plan to try to calm him being thrown out the window in the face of these overwhelming emotions. Terror. Resentment. Rage. It had all boiled up inside of them and bubbled over.

“Why do I prefer them? Why do I prefer them?! Why the hell do you think Vil?! Maybe it’s because they’re my friends! Because they never hurt me like you did! Because they never made me fear for my life! Or overwhelmed me with gifts in some desperate attempt to buy my love! Maybe it’s because I don’t fucking hate them!” They continued shifting away, trying to distance themself from him as they yelled.

Now that they had broken away from him, they got a good look at his face. Mascara-laced tears streaked down his cheeks. There were flecks of blood splattered across him in splotchy patches. His eyes were wide and wild, making the pink streaks in his irises all the more clear to see. The desperate looking expression was only accentuated by the words that came out of his mouth:

“Please [Name]… Please don’t get angry…” [Name] watched with bated breath as Vil moved towards them, leaving the door unguarded. “Please don’t get angry. Don’t leave and abandon me. Please never say you won’t stay. I’m drowning in pain whenever you look at me with such hatred. It’s a curse in the brain! Take it–please take it away!”

But it seems he’s far too late.

They threw themselves over the row of desks, propelling themselves towards the door. They felt the sharp pang of pain spread through them as their body slammed into the floor. They could already feel bruises blossoming as they pushed themselves up and jolted for the door. The cool metal of the handle twisted under their grip, allowing the wooden door to start creaking open.

But a force pushes it back into place. The door slams shut again. They wrench at the knob, desperately throwing their weight back to try to pry it open, before noticing the hands on either side of their head. Vil was pushing the door closed, pinning them against its surface while doing so. They cowered against the hard wood, desperately wishing it would just engulf them and let them pass through. Vil’s expression was completely unreadable. His head was down, letting his hair block any glimpses at his expression. Refusing to lift his head and look at them, Vil moves his hands to hold their shoulders. He slowly collapses to his knees, his hands trailing down their arms until he reached their hands. Taking them in his, he gingerly leads them to his face. Ever so gently, he presses his forehead against the hands that he clasped in his own, allowing himself to graze over their skin as he lifts his head. He presses his lips against their knuckles with a reverent devotion, eyes trailing up to look upon their face. They could see the obsession swirling in his eyes. The normally purple iris tinged with pink, as well as little white hearts dotting about where normal light reflections would be, and with tears spilling forth. They could feel his hot breath brush against their hands, the vile concoction of mascara-blackened tears mixed with the splatters of blood wetting their skin. Fueled by fear and disgust, they pry their now slick hands from his grasp. Without missing a beat, Vil’s arms snake around their thighs. Fingers intertwining themselves into the fabric of their clothes, he buries his face into the cloth. The tears and blood seep into the fabric. Low, barely audible murmurs spill from Vil’s lips. They sound like gibberish at first, before gaining enough clarity and volume to be coherent.

“…Love me … Just love me … Please love me…”

There was a ringing in their ears and a pain in their chest. It was all too much. The fear was overwhelming. Weeks of resentment had built up to this moment. Tears spilled from their eyes. They snapped.

“How could I ever love you! With everything you put me through! You hurt me! You hurt others! I’ll never love you! This isn’t healthy, Vil!! Just stop this, please!” With each word they utter, they feel him cower and quake. “Just stop it!! Please stop it! Please!” Their words trailed off in a series of sobs and hiccups. If they hadn’t been preoccupied with their own wracking sobs, they would have noticed that Vil had fallen still. It was like a switch had been flipped. His murmuring started back up again, far clearer and louder than before.

“ … Give me your love … give me your love … give me your love … More and more, just give me your love! Love me I say– Love me away! Until I’m not completely sane!” He tilts his head up to look at them, parting the blonde curtains before his eyes. The same swirls of obsession dance around, intermingling with a fiery determination. “Look only at me! Please, I’m begging you! I will become all you could ever need! Just look at me and me alone!” Flecks of what appeared to be guilt and desperation joined in with the frenzy of emotions swirling about his eyes. He caught hold of their hand again, pressing their palm against the spot right atop his heart. “People just…people just– they’re not enough! Only you're enough! You just don’t understand yet. But that’s okay! This is all just too much to take in at once! There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ll help you! I’ll shower you with my love so that you’ll never be able to deny it! We can be happy together, I promise! I just know that you’re perfect for me. And I’m perfect for you~ I won’t give up on you! I won’t let you go. There’s no other way for me to do this . . . Sorry for what’s coming.”

Those final words sent a spike of dread into their gut. In a last ditch effort, they try to push Vil over and run. Their shove is enough to throw him off balance at least, as they move to the side to escape his range. They’re not fast enough however. His hand shoots out and grasps their ankle as they try to flee. The force yanking them back is enough to send them tumbling to the floor. Their kicks and scurries aren’t enough to ward him off as he throws himself over them and straddles their waist. Vil gently cradles their face in his hands, softly caressing their cheeks as they get a clear look at his wild, mournful eyes and the smile that could've been considered reassuring if not for the situation at hand. Then his hands slipped from their face to their throat. Fingers encircling their skin as he grasps tightly. He gently shushes their protests, promising that “Everything will be okay” and that they “just have to go to sleep for a bit”. They can feel their lungs crying out for air, little black speckles filling the edges of their vision. They scratch desperately at his hands but he doesn’t budge, his gloves likely providing him with some protection. Their mind is addled and gradually ceases functioning. With the last remaining scrap of air in their body, they choke out a desperate;

“…Vi– … Plea– …”

Vil’s hands loosen for a mere second. He looks at them with a pitying look as more tears well up in his eyes. He coos out “Oh, my dear [Name] …” before resuming his efforts.

“I’m sorry, my love. I never wanted to do this to you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I have to! You’d run if I didn’t! And I can’t lose you to anyone, not even yourself. I’m going to take good care of you. I promise! You will want for nothing. I will give you everything you could possibly want! I will pamper you and cherish you! I’ll do anything for you! Just go to sleep. Sleep, darling. And when you wake, I'll be there to take care of you~”

And so, with no other choice, they did just that.

#yandere #soft yandere #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere x reader #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw choking #tw drugging #soft yan vil #yandere valentine #yandere story #yandere one shot #love potion #aishite aishite aishite

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yanderecrazysie · 3 months

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Twisted Zoo: Chapter Three

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

Also @twistedcece @cenatour @ursinaw @xiaopleasecomehome @bearshideout @koebishrimpuwu@v-sh @help-whatdoimakemyusername @secret-potion @magmdnv @sunshine-for-serotonin @mel-star636 @silkkorchid @thatpersonuouknow @the-ace-reader @pamv11 and @thisisafish123 wanted to be tagged! Let me know if anyone else wants to be tagged for future chapters. If you no longer want to be tagged, please tell me! (Some of the tags may not have worked, I'm sorry if so.)

Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you.

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: none for now

Previous Chapter: Chapter Two

Next Chapter: Chapter Four

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I worry that maybe these birds don’t fit their counterparts well, since no one correctly guessed them all ;-; I made Riddle a flamingo only because of the Queen of Hearts’ flamingos, and I thought he’d like to be one, if he had to choose LOL

Note 3: You have probably already guessed that the heart system means how quickly they’re becoming yandere. Please keep in mind some with gain hearts faster or slower than the others.

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Today would be a more relaxed day, as you only had one exhibit to visit. The birds were all separated by wire fences, but they were all part of one big aviary. Tomorrow, you’d be working with the three remaining exhibits all at once, so you were glad to have this day of respite.

The bird keeper was a kind older lady. She gave you a bunch of salads, with notes as to which one belonged to which bird. The salads with shrimp were obviously for the flamingos, but the other salads were a bit harder to remember.

You walked into the aviary, a large plastic container with the separate salads under your arm. The birds were all wide awake, with the exception of the owl, whose green hair was just barely visible from where he had covered his head with one of his wings to sleep.

“Hey! I want to eat first!” A voice cried out to you, “Hey, lady with the food, over here!”

You were surprised to hear such fluent English from a halfling, but when you turned your head to the source of the calls, you immediately understood.

Parrot halflings caught onto human languages quickly. That didn’t necessarily make them smarter than other halflings, it was simply something they were naturally good at. This parrot halfling had mostly-orange wings to match his hair, although the tips of his wings tapered off to yellow and then a vibrant blue.

The parrot gazed at you curiously for a moment, before his expression became more mischievous, “Guten morgen? Ohayo? Buen día? Zǎoshang hǎo? Dobroye utro?”

“Good morning to you too, show off,” you laughed, walking up to him, “I assume you’re the salad with sunflower seeds?”

He grinned, “That’s me! I’m starving!”

You felt like you were talking with a human, and that fact made you feel a little sick inside. Should an animal with the ability to converse so normally really be confined to a wire cage?

You rummaged through the plastic container, looking for the salad with seeds. The parrot halfling spread his beautiful wings and flew onto a perch closer to you, his talons curling around the wood as he impatiently waited for his meal.

Finally, you found the correct salad and handed it over to him. His eyes lit up and he snatched it from you.

“Thanks!” He said with a grin. Before you could ask him his name, he spread his wings and flew into an enormous birdhouse to eat there. A little disappointed that you couldn’t have a conversation with him, you turned to the raven in the cage next to him.

“Hello! I brought you a salad!” You called out to the raven halfling. He walked over to the edge of the exhibit and tilted his head, looking you over curiously.

You found his salad fairly quickly, as it was accented with bright red apple slices. The raven drew closer and you admired how his feathers and matching hair color were not black, but a dark blue that seemed to shine in the early sunlight.

“What’s your name?” You asked as he took the salad from you.

He grabbed the salad and held it close to him, as though someone may steal it. It took him a few moments to process your question before he answered, “Deuce.”

You knew that ravens were normally very intelligent animals. But with the way Deuce took so long to answer and the way he struggled with the plastic packaging, you had a feeling that the same could not be said for the halflings.

Deuce struggled with the packaging a little while more before he handed it back to you and, with a blush settling on his cheeks, muttered a small, “Help.”

You opened it for him with a smile, “No need to be embarrassed, Deuce, it can be tricky to open sometimes.”

He nodded, but you weren’t sure he actually understood you. Either way, he seemed happy enough to have his salad open for him. Similar to the parrot halfling, he retreated to his birdhouse to eat his meal.

You decided to try giving the owl his meal next, although you weren’t sure you would be able to wake him. You would feel bad if you disturbed his rest.

However, you had no need to worry, because the owl halfling was awake and alert when you approached his cage. You rummaged through the salads for the one with grilled chicken chunks in it and found it quickly. The other salads had either shrimp or were plain, saved specifically for the flamingos and peacocks respectively.

You handed over the chicken salad and the owl halfling smiled politely at you, giving you a gentle, “Thank you.”

Unlike the parrot and raven halflings, he did not open his salad and dig in, but instead put it aside for later. Upon noticing your confused look, he explained, “I’m saving it for nighttime.”

You nodded but secretly wondered why they wouldn’t just feed him at night only. After all, that’s the time owls hunt. But you supposed it made it easier to just feed everyone at the same time instead of making any exceptions.

Pretty lazy, in your opinion.

Next was the flamingos, and you approached their enclosure in awe. Their feathers were a soft, beautiful pink and, instead of the talons you were used to seeing on bird halflings, they had bare feet much like a human’s, just with webbing between the toes.

“Shrimp salads, anyone?” You jokingly asked the two flamingos.

One of them, the one with light orange hair, flew over with such excitement that you took a step back, “You’re new!”

“Yes, I’m filling in for the morning meal today!” You said cheerfully.

“How exciting!” The flaming gasped, “That’s exciting, isn’t it, Riddle?”

The other flamingo, a more serious-looking man with red hair, cautiously watched you. He did not respond to the more enthusiastic flamingo.

“Let me just…” the orange-haired flamingo took a salad from you, opened the container, and began methodically arranging the shrimp and lettuce until it looked like it was something out of Chef Ramsey’s kitchen, “Perfect! Hashtag delicious!”

You stared at him, wondering where he’d learned to talk like a teenage girl. Riddle, annoyed by his fellow flamingo’s behavior, snapped at him, “You don’t have a phone. Stop with that ‘hashtag’ nonsense.”

You were shocked to hear a halfling besides a parrot speak so fluently, not to mention so prim and proper sounding. Handing over a salad to Riddle, you asked the other flamingo, “What’s your name?”

“Cater!” He said with a proud smile, as though his name was an accomplishment. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, which seemed to deepen Riddle’s frown.

“I have to give the peacocks their salads now,” you told Cater.

“Bye-bye!” Cater said cheerfully, waving as you walked away.

The peacock enclosure was certainly something to behold. It had a huge fountain and ornate fencing. You tried to wave the three peacocks over, but they refused to come to you. Remembering what Mr. Crowley had said about them being a little cocky, you sighed and opened the gate.

You carried the large plastic container over to them and, with a smile, you held out a salad to the closest one. The tall flamingo gave you a disdainful look, but took the salad all the same. The one with a bowl cut took his with a closed-eyed smile, “Merci, mademoiselle.”

French? You wondered where he had learned French and if he spoke any English. Moving on from that thought, you handed the last salad over to a slightly timid-looking, small and adorable lilac-haired peacock.

All of the peacocks had beautiful white feathers in a fan shape protruding from their backs. You couldn’t help but admire them, despite the way they didn’t seem all too interested in you.

“What are your names?” You asked.

The one with blond-to-lilac hair turned his back on you and walked away with his salad. The one with completely lilac hair merely offered you an “Epel” before following after him.

The one with a bowl cut placed a hand on his chest and, with a large smile, introduced himself, “I am Rook,” He pointed at the retreating back of the first peacock and said, “Vil”.

“Vil is his name?” You clarified. Rook nodded in response. You wondered if he knew more French than English.

Either way, you were done feeding them for the day, so it was on to studying them.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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hana-no-seiiki · 9 months

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// abusive/yandere dynamics (but soft and more on the emotional side ish) dom(?) reader. manipulative reader. forced drugging.

YAN! INVENTOR who’s like super fucking awkward and shy.

They were adopted into your social circle and ever since then you’ve been the one that talk to them the most and really attempted to connect.

They gain feelings quick, and create a robot just for you which legitimately surpassed much of the technology nowadays but they’re too socially inept to promote it.

There’s two ways where this scenario could go.

If you happen to love advertising and are a manipulative maniac, number one is that you promote it for them and have a partnership. Well- more like a parasitical relationship which involves you pressing them to improve their craft. They’re too head over heels to realize that you’re using them. You enter a “proper” relationship just to make sure they don’t leave your side and you can keep profiting. It very much seems like you’re the yandere in the relationship if it weren’t for YAN! INVENTOR watching your 24/7, replicating all your belongings one by one so your used ones can be used for . . . indecent acts and drugging you whenever you show the slightest bit of distance.

Number two is that you just appreciate the robot rather than aim for stonks. But there are times where you show more affection to it.

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YAN! INVENTOR realizes they fucked up when they gave the bot better socialization skills than they have.

YAN! ROBOT doesn’t have shame at all and can do all your requests no matter how absurd it is. You see it as more as a pet but since these two have a twisted view of love, it craves that sort of thing along with the inventor.

You know that short movie where baymax buys pads for a character. That’s pretty much Yan! Robot but in another fucking level. They’ll break laws for you- heck do warcrimes if it meant having your approval. Besides they can transfer their data to another host at anytime. So who tf cares if they a horrid, painful death?

YAN! INVENTOR and YAN! ROBOT come head to head with the only thing the former has on the latter is that they have a human body that can please you in the way, while yan! robot was created to be more like - well a clunky machine.

but yes have these brainstorms i had before i sleep and send an ask in if you guys are interested in more!

(hopefully i remember that i asked for the ask and don’t accidentally get angry at you guys-)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #tw yandere #tw obsessive love #yandere one shot #oc x reader #yandere drabble #yandere headcannons #yandere concept #yandere idea

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theangelcatalogue · 1 month

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SUCH A BACKSTABBER || ★!

Gender Neutral!★

Romantic/Platonic!★

★ - Starting notes/before we start; I made this with the objetive to see if you guys like my writing, like a test or something! You can see it as Tmnt 2012 or Rottmnt!

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, DELUSIONAL BEHAVIOR, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, SWEARING, KILLING MENTIONS, (MENTIOS OF) STALKING, BLOOD, Y/N IS A BACKSTABBER, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! IF I MISSED SOMETHING TELL ME!

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ Turtles 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

Hurt, Sadness, Anger, How should they feel?

How should they feel about you now? About your betrayal? You such a backstabber

It makes months they met you and you are were so....perfect, kind, gentle, strong, you are were

Everything

And they did everything for you, they did everything to protect, they stalked you, they killed take care of anyone who hurt you

That feeling was so wrong, and yet so right and amazing, that feeling of being crazy for you, you were like a drug, one of the best ones

Just to what? Just to discover that what?

That you worked for the bad guys all the time!? That everything was a lie!? A FUCKING LIE!?

Oh they felt so dumb, Why? For what?

Do you atleast feel any Guilty?

Something is wrong, really wrong? You were a good person? So....why?

Maybe you dind't wanted

They forced you

These stupid villains, they did that, they forced you? That's the answer!

Because their Y/n would never do that! Never! NEVER! Oh god.

They have to free you, they have to do that

A blood patch can be made, no matter how much people they have to take care of, they will bring you back, they don't care if you want or no

And when they bring you back to their side, you will never escape

Don't worry, you will be okay! They promise you

Of course you will surfer consequences, but it's for your good

Welcome to your fate.

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ 🗡 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

Songs -> 💔 || 🩸|| 🔪

NOTES:

✮ Damn this is REALLY short ✮

✮ Just a test tbh ✮

✮ Idk just take care of yourself! Drink some water my dear! I want you all to be okay alright? You guys are really important! ✮

(Sdra 2 without context)

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frogspond200 · 8 months

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚘v 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

Requested by: Anon

Ask: Can we get a yandere Simon Petrikov one-shot please? (It can be any scenario you want it to be, l'm not picky):))

Warning: general yandere behavior

Date: 9/4/2023

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Our story begins in the Land of Ooo, where Simon Petrikov, once a kind and gentle archaeologist, is now consumed by the Ice King's madness. He spends his days collecting trinkets and artifacts, desperately searching for a way to regain his sanity.

Upon laying eyes on the reader, Simon is immediately captivated by their presence. The reader's appearance, demeanor, and even voice remind him of a time long gone, the 2000s when life was seemingly more straightforward and ordinary. As the story progresses, Simon's obsession with the reader intensifies, bordering on dangerous infatuation.

"They're perfect" Simon whispers under his breath. He begins to feel a strong compulsion to do whatever it takes to make the reader his own. He starts to devise a plan to make them his, no matter the cost. He knows he must act fast before someone else takes them away.

"Excuse me!" Simon catches up with them, waving his hands in the air. "I-I'm Simon" He pants catching his breath. "Simon Petrikov, you look... nostalgic to me...I-In a good way!" He chuckles. He looks good, even handsome with his dark brown messy hair. Simon looks friendly and kind, with a warm, inviting smile. He has a soft, gentle face, and his eyes sparkle with kindness...

His demeanor was warm and inviting, and his voice was gentle and soothing. He gave off a comforting aura, and it was easy to tell he was a kind and caring person so you introduced yourself back. "I'm Y/n"

"y/n..." He whispered under his tongue. It tasted like sweet natural honey in his mouth... It was clear that he was taken aback by your presence. His eyes sparkled with admiration and a hint of surprise. There was no way you would never notice his true obsession with you. He nervously shifted his gaze away, as if he was afraid of revealing too much.

His cheeks were tinted with a faint hue of pink, a sure sign that he was blushing. His lips curved into a shy smile, and he muttered a soft 'yes'. That he finally found someone like him...who couldn't wrap their heads around this fucked up reality, and he wanted to keep it that way.

He wanted to keep them safe, and he wanted to keep them close. He wanted to protect them, and he wanted to make sure they were happy. He wanted to keep this moment between them forever. And he was going to. No. Matter. What. Even if he has to keep them, even if he has to kill them. He was going to do whatever it took to make sure they were safe and happy. He was going to make sure that nothing would ever tear them apart. He was determined to make this a reality.

You were woken up around 3 a.m., and your body was craving something to drink, so you got up and went to your kitchen in your PJ shorts and an oversized shirt you bought for no reason except that it was bigger than you. You opened the fridge and saw a bottle of water placed there some time ago. It was still cold and you gulped it down in one go. You felt like someone's eyes were on you, making you tense.

Then there was a knock at your door, opening it you saw Simon who looked like he hadn't had any sleep, he was sweating, his hair more messy than usual, he was fidgeting with his finger, he mumbled "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do y/n" you tilted your head. He threw something at you. You can't remember what, you just remember seeing stars before everything turned black.

You slowly gain consciousness, rubbing your head and groaning. You ran your head over your neck, no chains or collars...Then your wrist, nothing...you glided your hands down your body...clothes still on. No bounds, cuts, or bruises. "I'm not that curl dear..." You snapped your head towards the voice, moving away. You couldn't see him due to the lack of light in the room but you could hear him. He stepped closer...

The more you moved back, a hand came into your vision. It brushed a messy strand out of your face. "Are you alright?" it asked calmly. A face came into your vision. You didn't wanna look at it. You had an idea of who it was but you didn't want to admit it was him. He would never do a thing like this. Right? You looked down at the white sheets around your body. "Why?" you asked. Your voice wasn't loud or pissed. It was weak and heartbroken.

You heard a sigh come out of his mouth. He didn't say anything. He just grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. You knew he was trying to tell you that everything was going to be alright, even though you both knew he just fucked up your relationship with each other. You felt a wave of emotions sweep over you and all you wanted to do was cry, another cry escaped his lips and he sat on the bed, bringing you closer to him, even when you tried hitting his chest and pushing you away he kept you against his chest, running his finger through your hair whispering things like "It's gonna be ok" and "I did all of this for you"

You continued to cry and he held you until you had no more tears left. He kissed your forehead and let you go, looking into your eyes with love and understanding. He wiped away your tears. A smile crept onto his face. It wasn't a possessive one.

He took your hand and slowly pulled you towards him. He hugged you tightly and whispered, "It's going to be alright, dear…You're safe here with me. and with me alone." He kissed your lips gently. His lips felt warm and loving, like a comforting blanket of security and safety. His touch was gentle and reassuring, urging you to relax and take some much-needed comfort...

#x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #yandere Simon x reader #yandere Simon petrikov x reader #yandere Simon perrikov #simon x reader adventure time #simon adventure time #simon fionna and cake #simon petrikov #simon petrikov x reader #simon x reader #yandere Simon x reader adventure time #yandere Simon fionna and cake #yanderw Simone adventure time #simon petrikov adventure time #simon petrikov fionna and cake

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theyanderespecialist · 2 months

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Gift For Michelle (ME) From S/O For Valentine's Day (Yandere Valentino X OC Michelle) (This is Posted LATE)

[This was a valentine's gift from my STUNNING CO AUTHOR!!!! (On Tumblr) @mamamaries She IS BAE]

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It was Valentine's Day in Hell. Hell borne demons were most likely spending their time in lust, and the sinner demons flicked to the BDSM and Sex clubs to find someone to ease their loneliness in their eternal damnation.

Or, for some, they were waiting patiently for their lovers to return from their errands with a romantic dinner, like Valentino.

Yes, the overlord of porn, the man who deserved his OWN content warning, the sadistic pimp Valentino was waiting for his girlfriend to return like a puppy waiting for their best friend to return.

He straightened the forks for the hundredth time as he fought the urge to spam her with texts to see if she was alright when the door opened.

"Alright, so, turns out, that little place you sent me, yeah it doesn't exist." Michelle called out a little annoyed as she kicked off her shoes at the front door.

"You better have a pretty good explanation for-" she stopped as she saw a trail of rose petals on the ground, leading to the kitchen and dining area. Well, she can see why he sent her out now.

She walked in as Valentino was behind her, covering her eyes with his lower set of arms. "Guess who Princessa~" he purred as she smiled and tilted her head up, placing her hands on his and moving them from her eyes.

"Could it be my prince~?" She purred out as his arms wrapped around her, letting out a content squeak at her safe return, wrapping her in his wings.

"I hope you aren't too mad princessa~ Getting you out of the house can be quite the challenge for me, and I needed time to prepare for you." He said as his wings went back behind him so she could see the dinner he'd made for her, candles and roses included.

"Val..you did this for me?" She asked, her hands on her heart. He could be prissy at times, but his name was pretty accurate, he was incredibly charming, and he could make you feel like the only person in this world, just as he was doing to her right now.

"Of course, happy Valentine's Day Mi amor~" he walked past her and pulled out her chair, tucking her into the table and plating her food before sitting across from her, and pouring her a glass of wine.

Dinner was absolutely wonderful, with him telling her how much he adored her every other sentence it seemed, and preening at her responses of similar proclamations. He was quite proud of himself for the night he'd made for them.

Of course, it wasn't Valentine's Day without a special moment shared between lovers, an intimate moment~ see, his lovely little Mariposa de la luz was a virgin~ and tonight, he wanted to give her the greatest gift of all. A night of pure, beautiful, mind breaking pleasure~

Of course, should she not be interested, he would be content with them spending the night in the hot tub drinking wine instead.

"Mi amor~ today is the day of lovers~" he started, his one hand reaching out in the table for her to put her own on top, which she did. His slender fingers curled around hers, rubbing the backs of her hands in circles, another squeak leaving his body. "And there's a very special gift I'd like from you..mi amor, Mi princessa, I would love..to take your Castidad~ let me embrace you in a way only a lover can, and show you the pleasures of intimacy that no one else can~" his usual lecherous smirk was nowhere to be found, instead a smile of pure devotion replaced it.

Michelle's face went a purplish pink. It wasn't the first time Valentino had brought up sex around her, but usually it was work related or a joke. He was serious however.

Michelle bit her lip. She wasn't opposed to it- quite the opposite. She always just worried that Valentino would find her lack of experience annoying to deal with, but looking at him now, she hardly felt that it would be any real issue. In fact, despite how gentlemanly and romantic he was being, she could tell the poor moth was barely keeping himself composed at the idea.

"You..really want to?" "Mi amor..I want you~ more than anything else~ which is why it's so important to me that you tell me you want this~ tell me it baby~ tell papi that you'll let him deflower you, and you'll have the night of your life~" His tone was slightly more desperate now, a tone not many got to hear from the moth demon. But she did.

And who was she to deny what they both wanted? Before she could even finish saying yes to his proposal, she was scooped up into his arms and lead into the bedroom, placed on the heart shaped bed, with Valentino towering over her. His thin wiry frame only made him appear taller as he already stood at an impressive ten feet tall, nearly two of Michelle.

His lower set of arms stroked under the dress that Michelle wore, feeling every inch of skin that they possibly could, while his upper hands held her face, leaning in, and kissing her right on the mouth.

Michelle wrapped her arms around her lover, gripping onto the back of his head and knocking his hat off, neither really seemed to notice or care however as they sucked face.

She knew what his saliva would do to her, being a moth demon herself she would be particularly affected by his pheromones, but she didn't care. She wanted this. She wanted him. And she could feel just how much he wanted her.

"Baby~" he moaned out into her lips, breaking away to lick from her check down her neck and to her chest, leaving a trail of his pink saliva on her skin before his hands ripped her top open, muttering promises of replacing it.

He mumbled praises of her beauty into her skin, his hands fondling becoming more aggressive, one hand palming her covered womanhood, drawing moans from her lips, her hands going to cover her face which was burning.

"Moan for me Nena~ (baby- nickname)) moan for papi~ you drive me mad~" his hand had slipped past her panties, and now his fingers were slipping in past her lips, collecting her slick.

"V-Val~ papi~" she moaned, causing the moth above her to shudder. "That's it~ yes~ just like that baby~ just like that~" His pink eyes focused on her and her body, watching out for any parts in particular that made her especially weak for him~ A true lover knows his lover's body like the back of his hand.

She grabbed the sheets and her eyes shut as Valentino slipped a finger inside of her. Oh he was so big~ so incredibly big~ her poor inexperienced pussy already felt so full~

Valentino gave a purr of pure delight at his lover, crooning down at her with a toothy smile. "There it is baby~ there's your hymen~ your innocence ~ just begging to be taken by your lover~" another finger was added causing Michelle's head to fall back as her mouth hung open, moans and meals falling from her lips as she writhed under him.

He was stimulating her all over, a hand on her breast, on her side, her thigh, inside~ it was so much~ it felt better than she could have ever imagined. "V-Val~ papi~ so good~ please~" her words were little more than breathless whines as Valentino took joy in plunging his fingers inside of her, careful to not tear at her little hymen~

"Don't you worry baby~" his lower hands pulled away as she could hear the rustling of fabric and then felt something hard and hot right against her thigh. She knew exactly what it was. She knew exactly how big he was too..and her pussy clenched at the thought.

"Deep breaths baby~ Papi is going to take his lover's purity~" His cock pressed against her core, and slowly sunk in as both their wings flare out, with Valentino's covering her in her most intimate moment, like anyone else would even have the chance to see them. But it was an instinct he couldn't help, she was his and his alone~

"Yes~ such a tight fit~ but you're taking my cock like a champ Mi amor~" god how he loved the face she had, her teeth clenched and her eyes half lidded with lust, her one hand lazily resting on her lower abdomen where a slight bulge from his cock had formed.

At first, Valentino took it slow, pulling in and out in shallow thrusts to get her body used to the large phallus and to the motions.

Both of the two were moaning about how they loved each other, how they would never leave one another, and how good the other felt.

Michelle's head snapped back as a knot that had been forming in her stomach snapped, with her digging her nails

Into his skin as he moaned out her name and a stream of Spanish cusses left his mouth.

Eventually, Michelle's hands found his Antenna as his hands grabbed her thighs. "I know what your second Valentine's Day present will be baby~ you're going to be a mommy~" he purred out.

Her half lidded eyes widened before she moaned. "Yes~ do it~ Valentino~" she moaned before crying out as his hands grab under her knees, pushing them into her chest, the slight uncomfortable position however wasn't much a concern as he thrust back inside of her, practically impaling her on his cock while cooing down to her.

"You'll make such a good mommy~ take my seed~ get pregnant for me baby~" His thrusts were getting more sloppy now, but that didn't make them any less pleasurable. In fact, she came for a second time~

The way her pussy clamped down on him caused a growl to rip from his throat as he grabbed her face and kissed her again, snapping his hips into hers, pressing as deep as her body would physically allow him as his wings flared out behind him as he came inside of her, flooding her with his cum as her eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss.

"Wake up baby~ open your eyes Mi amor~ the night is still young..and you have much to learn~" he purred as he pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap, his cock still inside of her while her arms had to wrap around his neck for support.

"Ohhh~ Val~ daddy~ you're so big~ th-this position~" she moaned as she could feel him lifting her on his cock, the sounds they were making- it was sinful~

"It's good isn't it baby~? Perfect to hold a lover close~ tell you what baby~ daddy won't overstimulate you tonight~ just one more quick round, and then we can bathe and cuddle in the hot tub~" he promised her as her head rested on his chest while his hands gripped her ass, lifting her up while his other hands stroked her hair, and his other hand pushed some fingers in her mouth, with him cooing about how sexy she looked getting fucked out of her mind so easily~

He however kept his promise, he didn't drag it out, allowing her to cum once he was close enough to cum with her, flooding her insides once more with an obscene amount, in her opinion at least.

He let her rest on his chest for a moment, praising her, kissing her, and just loving on her before removing himself from inside her.

"Thank you Mi amor, for trusting me with this most special gift." He whispered. "Happy Valentine's Day~"

#yandere #yandere valentino #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere one shot #one shot #valentines day #valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #valentino x oc #oc #oc me #oc michelle #persona #hazbin hotel #this was a gift #gift

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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His Muse

Yandere jotaro kujo x fem reader (Phantom of the Opera au)

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: this is a gift from me to my dear friend @helpimhyperfixating. Check out their blog they've got so many interesting fics for our Jotaro boy!

Also I know I've said I won't do ansfw but please if you are not okay with mentions of past "improper" actions please don't proceed!

Summary: You've revealed an old secret to your friend, and you'll meeting the consequences of it!

Tw: mentions of past abuse, past nsfw actions, injuries and yandere tendencies

"You are a true monster! A blind beast, you can't see the hideous thing you are! Can't you see the pain you've inflected on me? Can't you see all of those years that I spent here to be close to you? Is this what I get as a reward for protecting and taking your side? For being loyal to you? Is this what I get for being your only friend? My beauty, my promising future, my heart, my purity...they are all gone because of you, and this is how you treat me?"

Your words echoed in the dark dungeon you were in as your mind shifted between reality and the nightmare you were experiencing, you screamed, letting out the frustration that had built up within you in for a long time, but you stopped because of feeling heavy and your head throbbed in pain. You could see outlines of the tall caped figure in the shadows, the person you were talking to, but you knew it was unreal. He couldn't have been there with you, you were already out of the Opera Populaire...how could he be there?

But soon you'd find out that you were wrong. Your body felt heavier every second that passed, the storm of your nightmarish dream subsiding as your body woke up. Your first reaction after opening your eyes was to groan as pain rushed within you, your head, hand, and belly aching so hard as if something heavy had crushed you beneath it. You tried to move your hand that was not hurting as much as the other, but it felt heavier than your other arm. Some seconds needed to be passed so your mind could progress what was happening but you couldn't collect your thoughts. You finally opened your eyes, thinking you'd find yourself in the uncomfortable bed of an Inn with Jolyne next to you. But what you saw didn't meet your expectations.

The first thing that caught your eye was the black thin curtain around you. You could swear the inn's bed was not that elaborate to have a curtain when you had checked it for the possibility of having lice. And it was black? Who used such a color for a bed's curtain? Confusion filled your mind as you felt the soft mattress beneath you, the sheets rather slippery and softer than a normal one, you didn't remember that when you had passed out on the bed from exhaustion.

You moved your head a little and it dipped into the several pillows and cushions behind it, the smell of perfumed pillows filling your nostrils. Alright! This must have been a dream or something of such sort, maybe your mind had made up something rather nice to ease up your anxiety after the nightmare you had experienced. But the pain seemed too real! You moved your hands so you could lift your body, but noticing several things made you freeze in your place.

First of all, your hand that hurt badly was wrapped with a bandage, and the red spots of your blood could be seen on it. There was no surprise at seeing your injury, after your little argument with your old friend you had cut your hand, but the strange factor of what you saw was that the bandages were not dirty, you had wrapped your hand in a rush with q dirty cloth, risking the infection when you were in panic after finding out your hand was bleeding, but these were clean! Not to mention your other hand that was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed! So that was why it felt heavy, the chains linked to the handcuff seemed heavy to move around.

But noticing that you were completely naked, laying on a huge bed with red sheets was the reason you were frozen in place. Obviously, someone had pulled the covers away from your body since you could notice the pile of the covers at the curved end of the bed, and they had let you see what kind of a mess it had become. Your inner thighs, under your belly, chest and neck were filled with blue and red kiss marks, several bite marks could be found here and there that were deep enough to break your skin and let blood ooze out and dry...and between your legs was a large sticky stain, the sticky liquid oozing out of your insides as you struggled to close your legs despite the sharp pain and fatigue you were experiencing, realizing what the horrible scene meant was not that hard.

Panic rose within you as you looked at yourself, chained to a bed, naked in an unfamiliar place with your body mutilated. Did the Inn keeper do something funny to you? You could swear that old bastard's knowing look at you and your daughter hid dark things beneath it. Remembering Jolyne you looked around, but she was nowhere to be found. You tried to shout out her name, but your dry throat clenched at the sudden rush of air, making you start to cough loudly. Your body tensed up as you realized the mistake of making a sound in your situation. The loud sound of footsteps made you realize the grave consequences of that mistake.

You pulled on the chains as the footsteps came closer and closer to you, your mind thinking about what you were going to face when the curtains were gone. Your actions turned more hectic with every second passing, your body trembling in fear. All of your life you were afraid of ending up in a situation like this, many of your friends with the same background as you had ended up going missing a long time ago, and now you were in the same position as them, used and injured by an unknown person. Your head turned to the right, where the curtains moved, and revealed your captor.

You gasped at seeing a familiar face. Those deep blue eyes, the face covered in a half mask...the sharp cheekbones and bold eyebrows...It couldn't be! You got away from Opera Populaire days ago! You were three days away from Paris when you decided to rent a room in an Inn! "J-Jotaro?" Your shallow voice hardly reached your ears, it was him! Your captor was your old friend! Jotaro, the Opera ghost...the man that had bounded you to the Opera Populaire...your captor was him!

Your heart ached as you held the handle of the lantern in your hand tighter, you ignored the chilling wind swirling into the dark tunnels beneath the Opera, you had left Jolyne and her friends alone, so she would stay unaware of your disappearance, she was a naive girl and that helped her to stay ignorant to your misery, which was for the better, at least she wouldn't question her mother's sadness. You wanted your innocent little angel to be away from the dark shadows that haunted you, she didn't have to know, the world had shown her cruelty already.

Your feet felt heavy, throughout all those years of being the leading lady, you hadn't felt this hesitant until now. You knew you were entering a wounded beast's lair, but you had to bare your soul to the only person that had linked you to this cursed opera, you had to speak up and tell him the truth you've been hiding for all these years. You had to tell him that he was the cause of your misery, the reason behind all of those false accusations and burdens that you carried on your shoulders, all on your own. He had to know it all, even if it meant his anger would be unleashed upon you once more! He had to know!

"Jotaro?" You called for your old friend who had been living in those tunnels since the time you had rescued him from the hellish state he lived in. Only the hissing sound of the wind answered you, you knew he could hear you, and if he was not acknowledging your presence it meant he didn't want to have you there. But you were determined to summon him. "Jotaro?" You called for him louder this time "We need to talk!" The sudden rush of air behind you made you freeze in your place, your inner voice begging you to leave, but you stood there, coping with the intense gaze upon you.

"Leave!" The deep voice of him echoed in the tunnels as he shouted making you close your eyes as you bit your tongue to hold onto the last drops of courage you had. Anyone would have left by now, the mere thought of what he was capable of making anyone that had dared to enter his lair run away as soon as they felt his presence, but you were not going to back away, not this time. "We need to talk Jotaro...there's something important that you should know-" the sudden thud sound of him landing next to you made your body straighten up in shock, your hand that held the lantern starting to tremble as you raised it, so you could see the caped figure that loomed over you better.

"Get out!" He snarled, leaning down so he could stare into your eyes, his non-masked eye reaching deep into your soul, making you feel uncomfortable. "I won't!" You said, "You should know the truth!" You continued. "Truth about what? That you betrayed me by letting that filthy man take my Christine away?" Jotaro hissed as his gloved hand grabbed you by your chin, squeezing your jaw. Your insides burned in jealousy at being reminded that he still held Christine in his heart. You couldn't let him treat you like this, no, not this time.

"Listen, man child, Christine didn't love you!" You said before whimpering in pain since his grip tightened. Jotaro was a strong man, he stood way taller than an average person, and his strength was proved to be enough to snap someone's neck, like what he had done to the poor caretaker of the stage. He snarled in your face "Don't talk about her like that!" "I won't stop telling you Jotaro! She didn't love you! She didn't want to commit herself to love you! She didn't want to spend prime years of her life dealing with a man child that you are, she didn't want to end up like me!"

Jotaro's intense gaze didn't subside but he arched his brow at your last words, still holding a tight grip on your jaw, making you struggle to speak "I've...I've come here to talk to you about two important things..." your hand tightly grabbed his wrist to make his grasp loosen, but it didn't help, so you continued to look at him in the eyes as you spoke "I'm leaving Paris Jotaro I'm leaving France...I'm leaving Europe, getting miles away from you, and I'm taking Jolyne with me!" He narrowed his eyes "Why do I need to know about your pathetic life and your stupid daughter?" You frowned at what he said "Because you are her father!"

Jotaro, who had been having enough of your babbling shoved you onto the floor, making the lantern in your hand break, the oil inside it poured out, getting lit by the fire of the lantern, brightening where you were at. You hit the floor hard, your face burying in the dirt. "Stop talking nonsense woman!" He said, turning away from you "You are Jolyne's father Jotaro! Why can't you understand? Haven't you all of these years wondered how I became pregnant with her while I didn't have any patrons or lovers? Can't you see the year she was born was the time you used drugs to get inspired by those imaginary muses you always talked about? You raped me and forced me into having her Jotaro, and yet you don't even remember the fact that you had done that!" You said, spilling out the secret you were holding in you for years.

"Stop projecting your past lustful acts upon me woman...everyone knows you became pregnant by whoring around!" He responded to you, breaking your heart even more. You screamed to make him stop "Shut up!" Your anger took hold of you as you stood up "Just shut up! Don't think that because everyone ignored your pain, you have the right to ignore my misery and say such filthy things about me!" You grabbed his cape as you pulled on it not so gently, not caring how he would react. "I've been your only friend and you think of me like that?" Jotaro turned toward you so he could grab you by the collar of your dress and pick you up from the ground. "I don't have a friend named Y/N anymore! After the moment I found out that you sold me to that filthy man you died to me!" He put you down, spitting in your face "Now, Leave! I don't want to hear any nonsense about your past or that stupid daughter of yours-"

Jotaro was silenced with your hard slap to the masked side of his face, it was so hard that made the thin glass mask crack and half of it fall onto the ground, the other half cutting your palm deep. "Monster! You foul ignorant monster! All of these years I valued you, helped you with everything I had, I loved you and gave up so many things to be close to you, and you, a man child that was blind to his surroundings fell for another woman? And now that she has proven to you that she didn't want to keep up with you, you mourn for losing her? Now that I've told you the harsh truth I've been facing for years you treat me like this? You deserve to be in a cage and displayed as a monstrous being, but not because of your deformed face, it's because of the dark soul you have, murderer! Son of the devil!" You screamed the last parts before running away.

"I see that you're awake darling..." Jotaro's soft tone made you shiver as you tried to back away from his touch when he touched your cheek with the back of his fingers. He frowned at your reaction, but the look was not filled with rage, it was...worry that lurked in his eye. he put down the bowl of water he held as he knelt beside the bed, looking at you up and down as he sighed deeply. "I do apologize...but I lost my control last night..." his fingers touched your belly, making you shiver "The sight of your peaceful form beside me was so alluring!"

"What...what have you done? Where am I?" You asked in a hushed voice as you tried to swallow the non-existing saliva inside your mouth. He hummed to himself as he dipped a clean cloth into the water bowl and started to wipe down the blood on your feet and thighs, making you flush and tense as he touched your unclothed form. "W-wait! What are you doing?" You shrieked, making him put his hand on your hips to make you stay steady. "I'm cleaning the mess I made of course..." he said as he gently wiped your skin, mumbling apologies whenever you hissed in pain. It took some minutes for your mind to get out of its frozen state, and Jotaro's attempt at wiping down between your legs helped that. You quickly sat up and pulled away from him, keeping your legs close. "N-no!" You said, making him shake his head as he sighed. "You need to be cleaned darling, I've seen everything already, there's no need of being shy!"

You put your injured hand in front of you to stop him from touching you, but he ignored your attempt and took your ankle in his large hand, pulling you to the side he was kneeling on. "Wait! Wait! I need an explanation first! Where am I? What happened? Where's Jolyne? How....how could you do this to me?" Jotaro hummed again as he started to wipe you clean, making you flush even more. "After you left the Opera with our daughter, I realized the mistake I had made by letting you two go. So I followed you, and..." he paused looking at you "You were going to leave for Russia?" He asked, his voice filled with concern as if he was hurt by knowing that! You looked away from him, he knew why. You didn't want to be close to where he was, in Russia ballerinas could be successful, so by leaving Europe you'd be leaving him behind as well as giving your daughter a great chance. But your plan had failed.

"It was not hard to find you two, I convinced the Innkeeper to put drugs in your drinks so I could take you back home. I put Jolyne under the care of the new leading lady and took you here with me, so I could take care of you personally..." You whimpered in pain when he touched your bruised hips, reminding you of what he had done to you. "I do apologize, my dear Y/N, I swear that I couldn't help myself, I had to claim you! You've been sleeping for four days and I couldn't hold back..." You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he pulled you closer to him "I haven't realized what a precious thing you were all these years, your beauty maturing even more after all those decades!" He whispered to you, making you shiver "P-please let me go...Jolyne needs me!" You pleaded, your body weak and your mind filled with horrifying thoughts, you couldn't get away from him, you struggled to get out of his grasp, you even tried to slap him again but he took your free hand and firmly held it down.

"Hush now my love...don't speak of leaving me!" He said as his arms pulled you even closer to his clothed form. "She thinks you're away on a long, long trip... don't worry, I'll treat her well until you're ready to meet her again, but for now...I shall spend my time with you...to make up with the lost time" he kissed your head before starting to murmur in your ear:

My dearest angel is with me,

Her wings are broken.

She descended to save me,

She wears scars as her token.

I was buried in darkness,

Her hands broke my tomb,

I was pulled out of the blackness,

Her fingers turned to my hair's comb.

My Angel's wings are torn,

Her eyes are weary,

Her bones are broken,

I shall keep her company.

My fingers are covered in blood,

My shovel is in crimson,

Her features are troubled,

Her body rapidly weaken.

My Angel is with me,

I shall keep her here,

I ignore her pleas from me,

She shall stay here.

I have made a sin,

I tore the wings of an angel,

Dear God, I love this sin,

For that, I have my angel.

My angel is with me,

I will have her forever.

You were in hands of a murderer, a mad man, and he was not planning on ever releasing you. You wished you had kept your secret to yourself.

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