#yandere tg scenario

[tiaragqueen]

I need more kaneki yandere plisssss😭😭😭🙏🙏

Succor

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Sasaki Haise x Reader

✂ Word Count: 802

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, blood, injury, manipulation

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“So darling, tell me that you'll be true. Cause there's no doubt in my mind, I know what I want to do. And just as sure as one and one is two, I'll take care of you.” - I’ll Take Care Of You [Calvin Richardson]

You’d always known there was something… different within Sasaki. Dare you say another personality. They – or he? – manifested sporadically, but it was enough for him to lose all control he had over his body. Akira had even shot him with a tranquilizer one time, and it cemented the idea of another being that ‘possessed’ him.

Nevertheless, you didn’t let it erase the love that you had for the boy. Despite all his flaws, he was still your one and only lover.

Though, you failed to consider that his problems ran far deeper than the occasional bouts of insanity. Because you, just like most people, were entirely fooled by his bashful smiles and tender nature.

And your mistake eventually came to bite you in the face. Hard.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Despite his pointed question, Sasaki spared you no glance. Instead, he kept reading the novel as though he was ignoring your presence.

You blinked owlishly, a bit taken aback by the sudden inquiry, before grinning sheepishly. “I just want to buy some snacks, is all. I’m hungry.”

“Aren’t there some leftovers on the kitchen table?”

“There are, but I’m not in the mood to eat anything heavy.”

“Then, stay.”

You hummed questioningly as you cocked your head. Sensing your confusion, Sasaki finally put down the book he’d been devouring and turned his head towards you. His dark eyes glinted under the artificial light, and you couldn’t deny the shivers that rolled down your back. There was a certain coldness in there, something that you had yet to familiarize with his usually benevolent self.

“Stay here, I’ll buy them myself,” he said, squinting as if challenging you to defy him.

“Oh, come on, Sasaki.” you joked. “The supermarket isn’t even that far from here. I’m not gonna take long, I promise.”

He rose a skeptical brow. “Oh, really?” Sasaki stood up from the couch and slowly approached your tensed figure, his face betrayed no emotions whatsoever. “I hope you haven’t forgotten that the last time you went out, you got attacked by a ghoul.”

“W-well, that was an accident. Nobody knew that it’d happen.” You tried to regulate your breathing with each deliberate step he took, almost cornering you against the door. Sasaki stopped just before you, his warm breath was oddly reminiscent of chilly air on autumn days. Maybe because the warmth was a stark contrast to the ice that he wore as a face.

“Still, it served as a reminder to the dangers of the outside world. A warning about your carelessness.” He put a hand on your shoulder and unceremoniously snatched the jacket that hung on it. “You better off staying inside. Let me tend to your needs.”

You frowned, exasperated by his patronizing attitude. Sure, you’d gotten a grievous injury, but it didn’t give him the right to degenerate you as anything less than a fully capable adult. “Sasaki, I’m not a kid that you can always coddle. There are some things that I want to do alone.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if someone were to harm you again.” Sasaki suddenly gripped your side, where the laceration located. You hissed and fell to your knees, teeth ground to bear the piercing pain. Sasaki made no effort to help you and merely stared down at your wincing person. “See? Just a slight touch and you instantly break like a fragile glass. What makes you think you can survive on your own?”

“Jerk, that hurts.” you snarled, glaring up at him. You couldn’t even speak a word without grimacing, and this bastard dared to take advantage of your agony. You’d never known he was capable of stooping so low, to begin with. Then again, his startling transformation proved that you hardly knew anything about him. About his inner pain and insecurities. About his fear and desire to protect his loved ones.

Nevertheless, it didn’t justify his obnoxious treatment towards you.

“Isn’t it?” he asked rhetorically. “You’re gonna suffer more if you take a step out of this house.”

“Huh? What are you, my father?” you sneered, silently panicking when you felt the undeniable wetness seeped from the bandage. Dammit, it bled now.

“I don’t mind replacing his position if it means protecting you.” Wrapping an arm under your armpit, Sasaki finally helped you standing up and trudged to your shared room. He lowered you to the bed and went to retrieve the first aid.

Scowling, you begrudgingly allowed him to strip you of your shirt and change the stained bandage. “I don’t need your supervision, Sasaki.”

“Weren’t you the one who thought that I resemble your father?” He ignored your sputters and sorry attempts on justifying the offhand comment and coolly tended to your wound. “Trust me, [Name], you need me to live in this world.”

[h-i-z-a-s-h-i]

2 com Sebastian e Shuu tsukiyama? Histórias separadas, pfvr::::

Sebastian Michaelis — Eu te ajudo com o jantar. — ele sorriu, feliz. — Não, está tudo bem. — ela mordeu o lábio inferior. — Não precisa, estou quase acabando. — Querida, eu insisto. — ele pôs a mão em seu ombro. (s/n) viu que não tinha como recusar, e o que ela menos queria era passar mais tempo com Sebastian do que já passava. Não conseguia ficar nem um segundo sozinha. Ele estava sempre ao seu lado, sorrindo, perguntando se estava tudo bem, oferecendo-lhe ajuda para as mínimas tarefas. Mesmo quando estava “sozinha”, sentia aquele par de olhos vermelhos observando-a, capturando cada um de seus movimentos. — Você não parece satisfeita… — ele comentou. — O que foi? — Nada, não é nada. — ela começou a mexer uma panela. — Sabe que pode me contar qualquer coisa, não é? — ele perguntou, sua voz era macia como veludo, intoxicante como veneno. — Mesmo que eu não diga… — ela levantou a cabeça, sentia o olhar dele em suas costas. — Eu sempre vou descobrir. — Sebastian completou a frase. — Até que a morte nos separe. Foi o que os votos disseram. — S-Sebastian… — sua voz tremeu. (s/n) sentia o mais profundo medo, o medo genuíno que nasce no fundo das almas humanas sem nenhuma explicação. — Não precisa ter medo… — ele abraçou-a. — O único monstro que pode te machucar sou eu.

Shuu Tsukiyama — (s/n)… — ele cantarolou seu nome. — Não adianta se esconder, eu sinto seu cheiro… Ela sabia que era inútil se esconder, a casa era pequena e Shuu podia sentir seu cheiro. — Então você quer brincar de pique-esconde? — ele perguntou. (s/n) estava embaixo da cama — Shuu provavelmente já sabia que ela estava ali, mas entrou em um jogo doentio. — e viu a trilha de sangue que ele deixou quando passou ao lado da mesma. Ela tremeu, sentiu vontade de gritar e vomitar, mais cedo ou mais tarde, ele a encontraria. — Você não me respondeu… Estou magoado. — ele usou um falso tom dramático. — Mas está tudo bem, quando eu te encontrar vai ficar tudo- — ele parou de falar e de se mover. (s/n) tampou a boca, tentando imaginar o que havia acontecido, quando sentiu um puxão na sua perna e de repente foi arrastada para longe da cama. Um grito escapou de seus lábios quando ela viu o rosto de Shuu todo sujo de sangue, ele tinha um sorriso doentio na face. — Te achei! — ele disse. — Por que você está fazendo isso? — ela perguntou. — Por que está matando meus amigos? — Você não precisa de mais ninguém, só de mim. — Eu nunca vou ser sua! — ela tentou lutar, mas ele segurou suas mãos acima da cabeça. — Você já é minha. Até que a morte nos separe, foi o que os votos disseram.

[tiaragqueen]

Ok so i think my request for Kaneki/Haise x yandere female s/o was eaten xD my idea was.. ANGST! If possible .. :x And about an s/o who has unrequited feeling for him since their childhood and after seeing that he's got a family now, she's left deeply brokenhearted by it that she couldnt take it and she tries to end her life but failed and TRIES to kill Kaneki and Touka instead. But ill leave it to you. Whatever you think is better for the scenario. Tysm! xxxxx

Fallout

✂ Pairing: Kaneki Ken x Yandere! Ghoul! Reader

✂ Word Count: 985

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, suicide attempt, violence, blood

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Oh, man. I hope this is angsty enough. I listened to many sad songs just to immerse myself in it and I might’ve gotten carried away.

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“Don’t you know I’ve always loved you, even before there was time. Though you turn away, I’ll tell you still. Don’t you know I’ve always loved you, and I always will.” - I’ve Always Loved You [Third Day]

Your hand shook as you pointed the tip of quinque to your other wrist. You didn’t know what possessed you to grab it after a heated battle with some investigators in the past, but you understood its function now.

After all, what was the point of living when you couldn’t be with the person you loved?

Gritting your teeth, you clenched the shard and tried to pierce the skin. You needed to do it quickly, swiftly, because otherwise it’d regenerate and you had to gather another painful wave of courage.

But you couldn’t do it, no matter how hard you tried. It wasn’t that easy to kill yourself as you did to other people. It wasn’t that easy to slice your own skin the same way you sliced people’s flesh. It wasn’t that easy to watch the blood flow from your body the same way you saw people bled to death.

It wasn’t that easy, and that was why it sucked, knowing that you had to live another day of pure loneliness and envy. It sucked knowing that your childhood crush had moved on from you and created his own family, although you never once confessed to him.

Still, would it be too much to ask for him to notice you? Just for once?

And the answer was yes. Yes, it was too much to ask because he, just like you, was shy and would rather hide his feelings from discerning eyes. If confronted, he’d probably beat around the bush instead. That served to prove just how kind he was in dealing with feelings. Kind, not honest.

Then again, he’d never loved you, hadn’t he?

Bowing, you tossed the shard away and hid your tear-stained face under your hands. It was useless, you couldn’t do it. You could never do it. What was the point in trying something when you knew you’d fail anyway? The survival instinct was too great for you to curb, and there was still a small part of you that hoped maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe you could still fix some things to make him see your true, unadulterated feelings. Maybe you could even turn his attention towards you and forget that woman.

The time seemed to slow as a malevolent smile slowly cracked and shattered your defeated mien. Yes, you could do that. You were a ghoul, after all. You were no longer the same fragile human who relied on other people to handle your problems and protect you. You were different now; stronger and tougher. You were certain you could take his wife down. If your memory served you right, ukaku was weak against koukaku.

Fortunately, your target was the only one in the house.

Kicking the door down, you scanned the room for her existence. You didn’t have to wait long, however, because Touka soon appeared with her kakugan activated.

“Who are you?!” she snarled, body tensed in a flight or fight mode.

You didn’t answer and opted to smirk instead. “So, this is the King’s wife, huh? Quite pretty, might I say.” Your smirk widened in response to her colder glare. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to live any longer, though.”

“What the hell do you mean–?”

Touka promptly dodged your thrust, but not quick enough to avoid a small scratch on her cheek. Hissing, she manifested her ukaku and started shooting spike-like projectiles in your direction. You smiled and leaped backward, essentially bringing the fight outside. There weren’t any people in the neighborhood, strangely enough, but it was good. Nobody would become collateral damage, and you hated dragging the innocents to your battles.

Large cracks and crystallized kagune deformed the once smooth ground and busted the neighboring houses. It was obvious the longer you both fought, the more exhausted you seemed. And yet, you persisted and kept attempting to stab her to no avail. Her agile movements and light kagune ensured she evaded your strikes easily. Have you been underestimating her or have you been weakening? 

It couldn’t be it… right? You’d worked your way to become an S rank ghoul, and you’d devoured ghouls before. Your hands had been repeatedly stained by the death of investigators and ghouls alike. You’d spent days and nights training relentlessly so you wouldn’t have to depend on anyone else again.

No, it wasn’t because you were weak or anything embarrassing like that. It was because–

“Touka-chan!”

– She was his wife.

Kaneki rushed to her aid while you landed a few meters away from them, watching the way he examined her body for any sign of injury. And her daughter, sweet little Ichika that you only saw from the pictures your association had given you, fussed over her well-being. She finally noticed your reticent being, and that was when you realized just how… similar she looked to him. Same hair color, same innocent face, same large eyes.

She resembled Kaneki so much it physically hurt you to see her any longer.

“[N-Name]-chan? Is that… is that you?” Your melancholic eyes glided to his dilated ones, a hand clutching your constricting chest. Kaneki gaped at your disheveled state, and you wondered if there was anything positive behind that expression. If he was happy to meet you again as you’d always imagined.

He probably didn’t, the pessimistic voice within you said. Who would be happy to see their old friend harming their lover? Shoulders slumped, you lowered your gaze sadly once the consequences of your rash actions sunk in. Did he hate you now? Was he going to avenge her now?

Was he going to hurt you like he always did with his obliviousness?

There was no answer to that. You didn’t allow yourself the closure you so desperately needed because you immediately spun and fled. Tears flowed from your eyes as you jumped from one building to another, unaware of the hand that yearned to touch you again.

[tiaragqueen]

Could you do a Tsukiyama (tokyo ghoul) obsessing over a fem human who is a bookworm, please?

Under Control

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tsukiyama Shuu x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,7k

✂ Trigger Warnings: Mention of depression, killing, cannibalization, objectification, obsessive and possessive behavior, slight malnutrition, manipulation, yandere theme.

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I’ve used every drop of what little knowledge I have and Google translate regarding other languages, so I hope it doesn’t end up weird.Oh, and this is set before :re.

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“The one who loves the least, controls the relationship.” - Robert Anthony

You should’ve known that something was wrong the moment a flamboyant man with vibrant clothes approached you in that book café. And you should’ve known that something was wrong the moment your closed ones started to die one by one.

But it was too late to regret it now, wasn’t it? What happened had happened. There was no need to think about it, especially if the past only brought pain to your already depressed self. You should move on. You should get out of your head more often. You should start seeking help. You should allow yourself happiness. You should allow him to make you happy.

At least, that was what he said.

The truth is, it wasn’t that easy. It would never be that easy to forget that you were the one who had dragged them into your little drama. Them; your family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances. Heck, even your boss! Sure, it wasn’t your fault, to begin with. You didn’t even know that Tsukiyama was a ghoul in the first place.

Had you were a bit more observant, perhaps you would’ve noticed the hints. The way he occasionally licked his lips whenever you spoke about something, the way he studied your face and all the expressions it displayed, the way he checked you out (it wasn’t really discreet, but you’d learned to ignore it), the way he often complimented you whenever you wore clothes that accentuated your figure perfectly, and the way he tended to sniff your neck as a form of ‘greeting’. You’d assumed he was being attentive and considerate, yet it wasn’t all that far from the truth.

Attentive because you were his prey, and considerate because he wanted to make you feel more at ease around him.

But somewhere along the way, he began to change. He became more gentleman-like and… possessive. For example: how he wrapped an arm around your waist whenever you walked together, how he glared at anyone who talked or looked at you for too long, how he bought you some expensive presents regardless of the day and its importance, how he often invited you to his mansion and vice versa, and how he relished in reading books or do some particular gestures to you. Actions that seemed too sweet to be directed towards mere friends, and things that would spark a sense of intimacy between you.

You were a bit caught off guard, to say the least. The furthest things he’d ever done were light flirting and occasional yet lingering touches. But it was a rather nice surprise, you had to admit. Therefore, you’d decided to not to overthink it too much. Again, you’d assumed he was being a good friend. This was probably how he usually showed affection towards his close ones. And besides, you were quite flattered by the amount of attention he’d put on you. So, there was nothing to be suspicious of, right?

Right. Due to how often you both spent time with each other, he might have felt more comfortable now. Tsukiyama had always been extra when it came to you, anyway.

Just like how extra he was when he introduced you to his father.

The last note echoed in the spacious room as Tsukiyama withdrew his fingers from the ivory keyboards. His room. There were paintings of you hung on the wall, each depicting different expression and different attires. You didn’t know when he’d taken up a lesson for painting, but apparently, he’d worked hard to perfect every single frame.

That was what he’d told you on that fateful day, where you’d stupidly visited him because he was ‘sick’. You weren’t aware that ghouls had impressive healing ability, and sickness was probably impossible for them to get in the first place.

“How was it, Mi Amor?” he asked gently, affectionately, lovingly. He caressed your hair, and you sensed love – sincere love – pouring out from his fingertips.

How could a ghoul, one that had killed and eaten many people with another excuse besides hunger, could love someone so earnestly? It was illogical. It was preposterous. It was shocking. It was downright terrifying.

“I’ve composed this song since our first encounter,” he said, droopy eyes admiring the gloss of your crown. His servants have done a good job at taking care of your appearance; from the top of your head to the tip of your feet. All of them were clean, fragrant, and resplendent.

Just like what he had always desired.

“I know this is nothing but I hope you can feel my love, Ma cherié.”

Guilt couldn’t even describe what you were feeling right now; this stomach-churning feeling that told you that you would never loved him the way he wanted you to. The way he loved you. Because he was your captor – your kidnapper – and to fall in love with him would be a sin. A crime so unforgivable no matter how many times you begged for forgiveness.

You weren’t sick like him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him, either.

Because he was your friend. You might have even considered him as your best friend; your confidant. He was your go-to person whenever you wanted to vent out, sharing crazy theories that had taken up almost all the spaces in your brain, asking nonsensical things, have a philosophical debate, or just someone to accompany you.

Because you were lonely. Nearly everyone that you’d befriended was superficial, or at least didn’t pay much attention to the details. You didn’t have anyone who you could truly connect with. You didn’t have anyone willing to wake up at ungodly hours and listen to your rambling. You didn’t have anyone who could see behind your quiet yet friendly facadé.

Because you yearned for a friend. And he… He had been perfect. He was everything you ever wanted; everything you ever wished for in a friend. Tsukiyama was, although eccentric, the only friend you could connect with. He was sophisticated, he understood your feelings, he entertained your strange ideas, and he always kept his promises. Never once did he let you down, and never once did he interrupt you when you talked about something.

Because you were hopeless. But it was all just a facadé, wasn’t it? In the end, you’d never truly meant anything to him aside from being a pet. A treasure. A possession he could never let go. A doll that, despite her master’s declaration of love, could only wait until the day he grows bored and throw you away. Which, in your case, throwing you into the chasm of his stomach.

Were you destined to end like this? Did God hate you or something? Because if so, then this was the cruelest punishment you’d ever gotten. It almost felt… unfair.

You hated this, though. You hated how you could do nothing but sit obediently on his lap. You hated how he dressed you up in fancy dresses and accessories as though you were a fucking mannequin. You hated how he always spoon-fed you. You hated that you had to spend the majority of your time waiting for him to come; to take you out of this hell disguised as a beautiful room decorated with your favorite flowers. You hated that the garden was the only place where you could breathe the fresh air. You hated that his servant – Kanae, was it? – seemed to hate you. You hated how his father immediately took a liking on you. You hated how he had suggested Tsukiyama to just marry you already, and you hated how Tsukiyama had the guts to accept it eagerly. He even promised to do so as soon as you were a bit more familiar with your new life.

You hated this; your predicament. Everything. And most of all, you hated your life. You didn’t think it was possible to loathe something abstract before. But now, you knew.

Pushing your glasses, you nodded. This was probably the least expensive thing that you had, and the only thing that you owned from your old life. A reminder that you used to be an ordinary woman with an ordinary house and ordinary life before you became a lovely lady with a lovely mansion and lovely life. “It was superb. Thank you, Tsukiyama-san.”

The warm smile immediately disappeared as a cold frown settled on his face. “What did I tell you about formality, hm?” he asked, warning laced his pernicious words.

You stiffened on his lap, mentally berating yourself over a little slip that could’ve been easily avoided. “A-apologize, Shuu.” you stammered stoically, albeit with a fearful hint. “I wasn’t… in my right mind just now. Forgive me.”

“There!” Tsukiyama beamed, his mood changed so quickly you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or not. “Isn’t it much better? After all, we’re lovers. It’ll be odd to call each other with such stiff nicknames.” He cocked his head and regarded you with those gleaming purple eyes.

You recognized that look. You fully comprehended what it meant. He was searching for another mistake; the slightest error that he could use against you. Internal panic aroused bile to leave your mouth – to empty your stomach from its nutrients because it wasn’t as if he would give you another, right? Tsukiyama didn’t want you to weigh more than necessary. Your current weight was enough. Not too skinny yet not too fat, either.

It was a perfect body.

“Don’t you think so, Tesoro?”

“Right, of course.” You sucked in a deep breath and nodded dutifully. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“It’s alright, Miele. Mistakes happen.” You looked away, trying to ignore the irony of those words. He must have been in a good mood today if he didn’t start punishing you. Thank goodness. “Just promise not to repeat it, okay? I’d hate to ‘lecture’ you again, Chérie.”

Tears stung your pupils as you dipped your head. You didn’t want him to see you were crying. No, not again. It was enough to display weakness in the past. You couldn’t afford to be weak. You had to be strong. You needed to be strong.

For him or yourself? You weren’t sure. You refused to think about it, either. As long as you were still alive, although not necessarily well, you would be fine.

“Yes, I promise.”

At least, this bittersweet affection was better than be a part of himself. Literally.

Translations

Mi amor (Spanish): My love

Ma chérie (French): My darling

Tesoro (Italian): Treasure

Miele (Italian): Honey

Chérie (French): Sweetheart

[tiaragqueen]

Tatara (Tokyo Ghoul) x shy female s/o ☺️ thanks

Guerdon

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tatara x Chi She Lian clansman! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,2k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Isolation, manipulation, mention of death, possessiveness

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I know I'm very late, and it's already the end of the month, but let's just pretend today's Valentine for the sake of the plot.

“I could tell you lots of things, they're gonna turn out useless. Sometimes you need to challenge your questions. You don't need to know everything.” - You Don’t Need To Know [Excuse Me Moses]

Tatara was among those people who couldn’t find the importance of Valentine day. He believed it was just a waste of time and money, because why would you present your loved ones chocolates and roses only during Valentine? What happened to surprising them on ‘normal’ days? Wouldn’t the gifts be much more memorable if they were given randomly, when your partners least expected it?

Excluding that pointless and totally unnecessary day, Tatara had never cared much about dating, anyway. As far as he was concerned, having a lover only brought more problems than benefits due to many factors: his nature, the unremitting threats from the CCG and other petty ghouls, the organization he participated in, and the inevitable tragedy. Sure, he wasn’t a workaholic, but he deemed his organization and its objective more important than anything else. Thus, splitting his time – especially for the sake of someone else – would be challenging.

Besides, Tatara was already content with his life. As long as he still had his brother and other members whom he secretly cherished, Tatara wouldn’t complain much.

That was years ago, though. A lot of things had changed since then, including his love life.

Frankly, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were just a member of Chi She Lian; one that he’d never really conversed with, let alone dated. You both had missions to do, and you both had stark differences in statuses. You were far from weak, though, and Tatara had heard some kind words from Yan regarding your proficiency.

However, nobody was perfect. You were shy, so painfully shy you couldn’t keep eye contact with anyone – particularly the higher ones – for more than three seconds. Tatara didn’t mind it, of course. It just proved that you were aware of your place and respect the superiors.

Before long, fate brought the unlikely pair closer than he’d expected.

A CCG investigator managed to locate his organization and eliminated nearly the majority of its members, forcing him to bring you along to Japan for a hideout. You initially refused, insisting on fighting the damned man, until Tatara knocked you out. It was a rather extreme method, but he knew better than to let you contend senselessly to death. An opportunity for revenge would surely come soon and he needed you to be on your best behavior.

But after joining Aogiri Tree and seeing its vast influence to the Japanese ghouls, Tatara realized that he’d gotten a lot stronger than before. He was certain he could easily take down that bastard without your assistance or anyone else in that matter.

No, as the other survivor, it was better for you to remain ignorant.

He didn’t want to admit that he feared your death someday, and how lonely his life would be without you. Eto might be his new leader, but she wasn’t a part of Chi She Lian. She didn’t belong to, nor did she come from his past the same way you did.

That was why he resolved to isolate you in some derelict apartment, although his original purpose was to deflect the enemies' attention.

And it worked more than he’d expected.

You’d gradually learned to crawl out of that poky shell and engaged in a small talk, mainly consisting of his condition and missions. You’d also begun to grow more attentive to his mood and always tried to help him whenever and however you could, even offering a sliver of your flesh when he lied about being hungry. And you did it all with a smile, gleaming eyes void of malice or reluctance.

It was such a heartwarming yet fragile view; one that would surely shatter to thousand pieces if you were to learn about the truth. Tatara almost felt bad for lying to you.

Regardless, he wasn’t completely frigid. He knew how to reward someone, even if it was exclusive to you.

And Eto just had to suggest a present for Valentine day, because it was the most ‘romantic’ event aside from Christmas. Tatara couldn’t understand how an ordinary day could be any more romantic than the others, but as long you got the gift, it didn’t really matter what event today was.

“[Name].”

To say that he felt awkward would be a huge understatement. How could he not? This was the first time he ever gifted someone, and to a woman nonetheless. He didn’t display his discomfort, obviously, instead shoving the present on to your hands as if it was a ticking time bomb.

“Open it.” he ordered simply, coolly because he couldn’t afford to lose his composure in front of you.

You reeled back in surprise and stared at him for further clarification. When he remained mute, you looked down and inspected the heart shaped box. Was this… what you thought it was? You’d assumed he wasn’t the type to celebrate such event – being a busybody he was – and you didn’t truly notice it, either. It was simply a special occasion meant for couples, created by those sentimental humans.

Still, it was nice to receive something once in a while.

Gingerly, you tore the dark pink ribbon and its matching wrapper and peeked in. A choked gasp left your agape mouth as you swiftly opened the lid and found several – and literal – hearts placed in such a way until they formed a heart shape. In lieu of ketchup, blood garnished the ‘candy’ equivalence like crimson strings connecting and binding the hearts together. You wondered if they were meant to represent your past in Chi She Lian, with the first two organs being you and Tatara as the survivors.

But that would be a crazy idea, wouldn’t it?

“This…” Had you were a human, you’d instantly throw the box away the second you sniffed a particular stench. For you, the ghoul, it was the best gift you’d ever gotten in your entire life. “This is amazing! T-thank you so much. You shouldn’t have to…”

“Nonsense.” he retorted. “I didn’t give it to you so you could pity yourself.”

You squeaked. “I-I’m so sorry!”

Sighing, Tatara stepped forward and squeezed your shoulder. It was a subtle and harmless action, but you knew he could crush the bone underneath if he so wished.

If the time when you’d no longer be needed came…

"Keep up the good work.”

… that gentle touch would be the last affection you’d felt from anyone.

Or him, because he was the only person you met every day.

Sparkles waned from your eyes as you bowed, clenching the box to keep the tears at bay. It didn’t matter if today was Valentine, you couldn’t feel anything else other than compliance.

And the reward on your hands was just a rock meant to deter you from leaving.

“Yes, Tatara.”

[tiaragqueen]

In The End

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kaneki Ken x Reader

✂ Word Count: 422

✂ Trigger Warnings: Implied kidnapping, death, blood, injury, possessive behavior, yandere theme.

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“You belong to me, my snow white queen. There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over. Soon, I know you'll see, you're just like me. Don't scream anymore, my love, 'cause all I want is you.” - Snow White Queen [Evanescence]

You thought you were finally free from him; from that ghoul who had isolated you from civilization, from the people you loved. “Because you don’t need anyone else,” he had said that to you on one night when you were too tired to fight back against his ghoulish strength. “You need only me.” You thought you could finally elude him for once when you managed to break through the barricaded window and contacted the police. You thought you could finally feel happy when your brother found you in the police station and hugged you in his warm grasp.

You thought and thought, but never once did you try to expect the unexpected.

Darkness engulfed the house as the silence nearly deafened your ears with its constant ringing. A silhouette stood in the center of the living room, patiently waiting for your arrival whilst holding another person. You would have thought he was a phantom if it wasn’t because of the steady rising of his shoulders, unfazed with the pungent stench of blood that surrounded him.

What kind of a ghoul he would be if he couldn’t even stand it?

“… Run, [Name]…” your brother croaked in his grip, a nasty slash across the eye impaired his already blurry sight. “Go…”

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried to move, no matter how loud you prayed to God for someone – a miracle! – to save you, an icy rope of fear had rooted your legs into the ground. Because he was here; finally appeared for the first time in months since your desperate and hasty escape. Because he was here to ruin the new life you had painstakingly built with the help of your brother. Because he was here to destroy you.

“Go…!” Crimson liquids gushed from his throat like a spurt of water from a hose, smearing the bittersweet memories with another choked gasps and screams. You stared with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks as the soul left its decapitated host, trembling lips losing its ability to speak. Your legs trembled before collapsing, the splinters of glass spilled a little blood to embellish the tragic night.

A shadow loomed over your slumping person, brooding and melancholic. Pale arms that slithered under you and brought against his chest merely dug another pit of familiar despair and emptiness in your heart. Kaneki carried you through the broken window like a despondent bride into obscurity, the same way you had left his life at that time.

In the end, he always returned.