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Erik Destler x Fem!OperaSinger!Reader || Drabble

Plot: The costume directors have you wearing something RIDICULOUS, And Erik is NOT about to let that disrespect slide.

Warnings: Mentions of partial nudity, Erik threatening to kill some people, etc.

When the costume directors mentioned to you the dress that you were expected to wesr for this performance, you were appalled! You told them you wouldn't wear it! You told them no! Not a in a hundred years would you wear such a thing on stage before men.

The 'dress' if it could even truly be called such a thing, was nothing more then a loose shift or nightgown. And it was sheer; so sheer that nothing would be left to the imagination, especially with the stage lights shining. It was white, but every curve of your body was visible- and, oh damn if it were cold in the theatre when you worse it! You would be ogled by every single attendee in the stalls.

And Erik would absolutely despise it, too. For sure you were no lady of virtue by this point in your relationship with the opera ghost, but Erik was terrible insecure. And horribly possessive. If another man so much as smiled at you he was grinding his teeth behind the walls- and you would very much like to avoid another murder.

... but the managers said if you didn't wear the dress, then your contract may be void. So you had to.

So here you are, in the middle of the stage awaiting the raising of the curtain. ... cold, stared at from the wings, and prepared to be utterly humiliated.

You imagined Erik in his box, waiting patiently for your entrance, and cringed. Something bad would happen to the theatre, tonight. You just hoped, for the managers sake, that the injuries would be minimal. They really were harried gentlemen these days- but you suppose that's what they get for not believing in the phantom.

When one of the stage hands in the wings gave a signal, and the heavy velvet curtain shifted. It began to rise, the fabric bunched on the floor began to lesson, and then you could see just a slice of the audience, and then-

A flash of black fabric shot out from the wings, pushing someone over in its haste (was that a familiar voice hissing lower the curtain!.. ?), and suddenly that black fabric flew around you. A cloak rested over your shoulders and leather gloves pulled it closed around you. You looked up, surprised and bewildered, to see Erik there with cloth tucked around his face all except one eye- betraying a fury you've seen before.

Immediately you're both grateful, and afraid. "What are you- "

Taking over from him, you clip the cloak around your body with your own hands. And before you can even finish asking, he starts dragging you out into a the wings- past terrified seamstresses and pale stagehands. No one dared to stop him; out of horror. The phantom was no mere ghost story right now.

Erik took you all the way out of the main theatre, through a wall that gave way under his hand and was really a secret door, and down a spiral staircase into his domain. Then he let you go, left you stood quietly in the damp darkness.

He didnt go far, though. Just far enough that his madness didn't hurt you. "How dare they." Erik seethed. He's breathing heavily, barely containing himself. He knows you would try to stop him if he attempted to go back up there and wreak some kind of hell. "You are not some whore. Oh, how low the opera has fallen if THIS is how they're drawing their audiences, now!" Finally he pauses, thinking. "... I think I will have to send a letter to dear Firmin and Andre- "

Your voice betrays you, coming out a tone or two weaker then you intended. High, and nervous. "Oh Erik, it wasnt wholly them! It was the costume director!"

He's still lost in his own mind. His own horrid thoughts. "Good. Simpler. I'll just kill them."

"Erik!!" This time your voice comes out right. Stern, meant to press a weaker man into a heading your will. Erik merely gives you a Look.

"Fine fine fine... a message will do."

Slowly, you calm down. Your heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm. Carefully you approach your tragic monster, still clinging to his cloak around you. "... what kind of message will you send?"

He looks at you for a moment, considering, but decides not to tell you. "Neveryoumind that." Finally, Erik's voice softens. He's calmed down, for the most part. "Now. Shall we find you some proper clothes? Maybe a bed?"

"No, I- I-... I think I just want to go home, tonight." You lower your eyes to the floor. Now that Erik has calmed down, you can feel your own rolling emotions. You just want to go to sleep. You were so afraid, earlier. So afraid of the humiliation, and reeling with insult. You don't know what you'll do the next time you see the costume directors yourself. Give him a peace of your mind, for sure.

"... Your bed is my bed, dear Y/N. Follow me."

Erik's voice leaves no room for argument, and when he offers his hand to you, you take it. Through his glove, you can feel the familiar human warmth kept hidden underneath, and sigh.

"Erik?"

"Yes?"

Gratitude and affection for this 'monster' flow through you, warming your heart too. You lean and give him a kiss through the fabric stretched across his deformed face. "Thank you."

"... always, Y/N."

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Beastars Incorrect Quotes#68 Rejection the musical

Who was Y/n's first aggravated assault...before Ibuki-Was Melon...whom you found his true nature and decided to put an end to it...PROPERLY...only it backfired

Y/n: This is it, handsome!~ Get ready for the big sleep, the river of no return… the long day’s journey into night, Mwhahah!~

Melon*Seeing you ticken the chains over his body and pull him to see over one of the city's canals bridges in winter, where its flow is more violent and unforgiving, then back at you* Gosh~ Your sweet voice is music to my ears~

Y/n*Blinks and looks at the hybrid* Huh?

Melon*singing as he steps closer to you with the limited mobility and leans in to nuzzle his cheek to yours* Your chains of love now hold me tight Your homosapian beauty makes my heart take flight~

Y/n*singing in an opera-like voice* You will not change my mind one smidge I’m going to drop you screaming off this bridge

Melon: Y/n, you drive me nuts!

Chorus (singing): His love’s so sweet, his love’s so blind

Y/n(singing): Oooo noooo...Hoooow hoooorrriiid…

Chorus (singing): You have to kill him, or he'll change your mind

Y/n(singing): Poor freak~

Chorus (singing): Say farewell, to that horned poor grunge

Y/n (singing): Farewell

Chorus (singing): Cause it's your duty that he

Y/n & Chorus* singing evilly with devil horns as you pull out cement blocks and put them on the edge* Takes the plunge

Before you could finish him...the police caught up to you and you were arrested and the melon set free...not knowing what they left to roam free

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Current time...With Melon

Melon(singing)*Holding a picture of you in his hands as he is getting a new tattoo...with your name and face*-My Omnivore miss, you charm my soul You leave me utterly beyond control Call me a goof, but one thing’s clear Your melodious laughter is music to my ears!~

Part 4 of:

TBH I changed the lyrics to the Spanish ones...cuz it sounded better those lyrics wise-

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Hi can you write something about The Lord of the Rings, Elves💗?

Dark Platonic Father Legolas x Isakeied Reader x Dark Platonic Grandfather Thranduil

You awoke in a room bathed in soft, golden light, the ceiling adorned with elegant carvings of trees and vines.

The air smelled of pine and rain, but the unfamiliar surroundings caused you to panic.

Sitting up, you realized something was terribly wrong with you.

Your body was not your own.

Small, delicate hands replaced the ones you remembered, and long strands of silver-blonde hair cascaded over your shoulders.

The reflection in a nearby mirror near your bed confirmed your fear.

This wasn’t you in any way or form, but the body of someone else, and clearly the vibe of the palace indicates you are in a different timeline.

Or rather a different place.

All you can remember is that you accidentally fall from your balcony.

Your breathing quickened, and you clutched at the bedcovers as your heart pounded in your chest.

This had to be a dream, a strange, vivid dream.

Also, something caught your attention...you have elf ears.

The door creaked open, and in stepped a figure who took your breath away, not from awe, but from the shock of recognition.

Legolas.

His impossibly perfect features were softer than you’d imagined, but his piercing blue eyes filled with concern.

"You have finally woken up, are you unwell, iel?" he asked, his voice gentle, filled with concern.

The word 'iel' refers to daughter.

Did you really get reincarnated into Lord of the rings?

How is that even possible?!

You shook your head intensely, unable to speak as confusion overtook you.

His brows furrowed, and he moved closer, kneeling by the bed.

"You’re safe," he said, mistaking your terror for something external like the accident that happened to you.

The accident where you tried to run away.

His hand reached out, but you flinched away.

Not out of fear, because you love Legolas as he is one of your favourite characters.

However, you still are wary of what is happening.

The hurt in his eyes was clear, though he quickly masked it.

"What’s wrong, meleth nín, are you still upset about what happened?"

Now this added more to your confusion, what exactly happened?

"I apologise...I don't remember anything."

It's safer for you to take this route, pretending to have amnesia makes it easier for them not to doubt you if you act strange.

Before the Elven prince could say anything or even think of what to say.

Another figure entered the room, his presence commanding and regal.

Thranduil.

The Elvenking’s icy gaze softened when he saw you, yet his posture remained stiff.

"What is happening here?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with the usual authority.

Legolas glanced at him helplessly, gesturing toward your trembling form.

"She lost her memories, she doesn't remember anything."

Thranduil’s eyes studied you intently, his sharp features is unreadable at first.

But then he smirks.

"Then we will teach her, and make her remember by reminding her."

This made you feel more relaxed than they brought your lie.

But you can't contain your excitement to explore the world of your favourite books.

Yet, you don't know that you won't be allowed to do that.

And what your new grandfather means by 'reminding' is that he and Legolas will tell you false memories.

Only to remodel you into an obedient daughter and granddaughter.

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Nice that you’re writing about the serpentines then can I have romantic Yandere skales with a ninja darling. This takes place in season 1. In the episode “rise of the snakes”, he first met her with the other ninjas- who saved the jamanakai village from being raided-and he was intrigued by her- the part where he hypnotized cole is when he used him to spy on darling. The 2nd time they met is at the forest where the snakes are building a fortress and he tried an attempt to kidnapped her or hypnotize her but backfires (at any possible way) and after he became the newest general of hypnobrai tribe, he became more power-hungry in a way that thinking he could make darling his bride to rule with him when he became the serpentine king 

Sure! I'm sorry if something is off it's been awhile since I've seen Season 1 so I'm going off from what you said!

Yandere! Skales with Ninja! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Invasion of privacy, Manipulation, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Kidnapping, Mentions of calling darling a "mate".

Let's start with how you met, the raid of Lloyd on the village.

Season 1 Skales can be a ruthless foe.

Hypnobrai in general tend to be scary to deal with due to their powers.

Even when Skales is still following orders from his old General, despite how dumb they may be, he can still be dangerous to be around.

You can see this when you're a ninja.

The Ninja were called when they heard the village was being attacked by what was thought to only be legend, Serpentine.

Skales is still a coward, but when he met you it was nearly face to face.

While the other ninja worked on driving out the rest of the Hypnobrai group, Skales managed to encounter you.

He felt many different emotions when he first saw you.

There was a feeling of intrigue, fear, and annoyance to name the strongest.

You were one of the only female humans out of the whole ninja group. (This was before Nya joining, after all)

Skales wasn't sure why this ninja piqued his interest so much.

Even when you threatened him and drove him off with the rest of the Hypnobrai, Skales still felt a need to keep an eye on this human.

His feelings aren't quite romantic yet, only intrigue.

He isn't sure why thoughts of you rattle around in his head yet.

All he knows is something about you drives him into learning more.

There's no doubt Skales uses Cole to spy on this new obsession.

While he is forced to listen to this kid by his General, he keeps an eye on you and the rest of the ninja.

Not only does Skales learn where the Hypnobrai staff is at this time, Skales also learns more about you.

He never tells anyone but he has a fascination with you.

He uses Cole to see how you fight, how you act, and what you do in your free time.

Watching you is one of the most entertaining things for him to do... a weird thought, really-

He normally hates humans and the ninja, but he thinks he can make you useful in his plans.

That's his excuse, he can barely consider his feelings as romantic with a human...

... right?

That would be... weird, won't it?

He can possibly like you as a mate....

What if he did?

Skales decides to use the next time he meets you to kidnap you.

He says to himself it's for leverage in his plan to become Serpentine King... but it isn't just for that.

Maybe he does want you as a mate... is that why you occupy his thoughts so often?

He tries to hide such thoughts and takes advantage of the fact you found out about the Fortress.

Skales has to remind himself to stay focused when he stalks you, waiting for the right moment to ambush you.

The plan should be perfect...

He'll hypnotize you so you're under his control!

Then he'll guide you with him for when he overthrows his General!

But... why does he want you to stay after that?

Either way, Skales attempts his plan when he feels you are isolated enough.

The issue is he is ambushed by one of your other friends and his plan doesn't come to fruition.

He didn't manage to make you fully under his control before fleeing from the attack.

This was starting to get frustrating.

It angers him even more that he no longer has Cole under his control, making him unable to stalk you through his eyes.

Stalk? Oh... he just means to gain info about you- Perhaps he meant... spy?

Skales doesn't see you again until he beats his General in the Slither Pit to become a General.

He feels only slightly bad about burning the monastery.

By this point he feels you won't need it.

Not if he plans on taking you with him.

It takes Skales a bit to get used to the fact he wants a human as a partner.

You're strangely... adorable despite how different you are.

So the next time he meets you, he puts a new plan together.

Skales wants to be the Serpentine King.

Yet every king needs a queen for his brood, no?

Skales just so happens to choose you for the role.

Don't bother fighting him when he comes in with the Hypnobrai to capture you.

This time he doesn't plan on messing up his hypnotism on you.

Differing from the canon at this point, Skales would lure you in/hunt you down to obtain his goal.

He's less understanding of his darling season 1 and would definitely just hypnotize you to be his bride.

You can't fight him that way, right?

Poor girl... you have no choice in the matter.

By the time Skales kidnaps you with hypnotism he's accepted the fact he's fallen for a human.

He blames humanity for locking his race away underground, but he'll change you.

After all, if he has to he can always use Fangpyre venom on you to make you more Serpentine-like.

Skales would definitely force a marriage between you to make you his bride despite your past.

Once he has you, you're like a puppet.

He'll keep you hypnotized, he may actually go through with the Fangpyre venom method too.

Soon you'll be made the perfect bride for him as future Serpentine King.

If you ever managed to fight back, he'll find a way to get you back under his control.

When Skales manages to mold you into the perfect bride for him, he's overjoyed!

He wraps himself around you, he hold your tightly in his claws, and he may even bite your neck to mark you.

You're his now! Especially if he's removed your humanity!

This is your life now...

You're no ninja... you're now only a poor soul caught in the Hypnobrai's trap.

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Can you please do a yandere Pythor from ninjago?

Hell yeah you can, here's a cunning snake for you :) Takes place in no specific season.

Yandere! Pythor P. Chumsworth Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Stalking, Violence, Threats, Obsession, Kidnapping, Mentions of mates, Forced relationship, Possessive behavior, Biting, Sadism, Marking, Degrading behavior, Murder, Blood mention, Mentions of eating people, Intimacy mention.

Pythor is a yandere who knows how to manipulate his darling to get what he wants.

He is threatening and well-equipped to pursue his goals.

Pythor himself didn't think he'd ever want to settle with anyone until he saw you.

You are naturally good natured, perhaps even a bit naive.

Which only makes your perfect material for him to manipulate.

Think about how Pythor has acted as a villain throughout the series for a moment.

He loves power as a megalomaniac, he's tricky and arrogant...

Charisma is one of his most powerful tools.

Pythor doesn't enjoy being confrontational when it comes to combat or removing competition.

He likes to scheme from a distance and get others to do the dirty work.

Due to being an Anacondrai, Pythor is capable of turning invisible to stalk you.

For the start of his obsession he likes to plan and watch you from afar.

When Pythor first met you I can picture it as a hostage situation or you are somehow involved with the ninja.

Somehow you'd need to be involved in his goals in at least Season 1 or 3 to get him obsessed with you.

Pythor also seems like a yandere who'd take awhile to fully sink into his obsession.

For the most part the snake is more focused and obsessive about his personal goals.

He's obsessed with himself and power.

It will take time before he even considers being mates with anyone.

Let alone a human.

He's a Serpentine with a lot of pride.

Although his obsession takes time, it hits hard and usually always means danger.

Many yanderes who take a long time with their obsession tend to be dangerous.

Yet they give you time to back out, usually.

When Pythor realizes he likes you in a strange obsession akin to his megalomania, you're doomed.

Any forces he has under his command are sent to keep an eye on you under the guise of you having information.

There's times Pythor stalks close to you by cloaking and slithering closer.

He likes the close proximity, even getting giddy at the idea of you not knowing how much danger you're truly in.

Pythor's a yandere who's Obsessive, Manipulative, Sadistic, Possessive, Cruel, and Forceful.

He loves the idea of your torment and loves to taunt you at times.

Honestly, at first he hates you because he can't get the thought of you out of his mind.

When he's given into the idea of needing you for one reason or another, he likes to playfully tell you it's your fault.

Essentially he likes to blame you for his obsession.

He likes the idea of lightly brushing past you when invisible just to see you freak out.

Don't you look so cute when you recoil from his breath on your skin?

It's just the wind, dear... he promises!

Pythor would be a pain for his darling, he takes joy in it.

It isn't long before he can't take it anymore when his obsession fully sets in.

You distract his mind with foul thoughts...

It's after this acceptance that he finally kidnaps you himself.

Pythor isn't cuddly when it comes to affection, usually.

He's cruel and sadistic, often playing with your emotions because he "loves" you.

This... is love, right? It's obsession, he likes the power more than you.

He's just playing with his mate....

That has a nice ring to it, actually...!

Mate....

Pythor expects his obsession to listen to his orders.

If you don't then he typically threatens you with a smile.

You want to keep him happy, don't you?

If not... he could always just eat you or your loved ones alive?

He is an Anacondrai... they tend to be known for that- (Or at least he was-)

Despite how cruel Pythor acts, often threatening you into complacency as his chosen mate, that doesn't mean he hates you fully.

He blames you for distracting him, but he still indulges.

He's possessive as I feel most Serpentine would be.

Pythor likes to feel he's in power over you.

Power is his big thing and he's very capable.

Aww... is his darling putting up a fight again?

Pythor likes to wrap around you and constrict you with his large body.

Then he holds you in his arms, maybe he even bites your neck to remind you you're his.

The entire time he likes to taunt you, grinning maliciously as his claws dig into your arms.

Pythor is one of this cruel yanderes who likes to tease, torment, and mark his darling all because of the power he feels from it.

But... you're still his lover.

He isn't going to stand back and allow others to have you or harm you.

Pythor may not like combat, yet he likes the idea of coating his scales in the blood of those who thought they could have you.

Getting rid of others who threaten to remove you from him gives him even more of a rush.

He may be tamer after he's gotten rid of a "rival".

Who cares if you see the blood quickly staining his scales?

There's no need to worry, dear...

Pythor just saved you from a later annoyance.

After he gets rid of a "nuisance", he's a bit easier to deal with.

Pythor's favorite thing to do is sneak up on your before wrapping around you.

It's nice to wrap around your warmth.

When he's constricting you he can feel your body snug against him.

He just likes to hold you for hours.

Need to get up?

No you don't.

You just need him right now, he loves you, doesn't he?

He'd wrap his long neck around you, nipping at your skin and flicking his tongue across your face.

Pythor may be horrible... but when he feels like it he just wants to hold you in a vice grip.

Power has always been an obsession of his...

You just happen to be another way for Pythor to feel powerful... just in a more... intimate way.

"What's wrong, my dear? Scared of snakes? Or... are you just scared of me~?"

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Y Tú, Mamá? Part 2 - Yandere!Lalo Salamanca x reader

part one linked here

summary: you wake up in a strange place and Lalo is the first person you see.

warnings: kidnapping, forced restraint

tags: @jaythegreat @gothams-gotchya @oceandolores @matt-lipstick @joonie7007 @mavericksicybabe

author’s note: the two year wait is finally over! sorry it’s so short. if anyone has any more ideas on how to continue this or what they’d like to see, please let me know! :)

Your evil, sadistic and wickedly smart husband had eyes on you every moment of every day.

And, in your momentary lapse of judgement, you had forgotten that. Lalo never let you out of his sight without a few of his men keeping eyes on you and his precious daughter.

After calling Saul’s girlfriend and setting up a meeting, you walked with Leticia hand-in-hand out to your car.

Before you even knew what was happening, Lalo’s men grabbed you and threw a bag over your head. The last sound you heard was Lettie screaming as your world went dark.

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You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and children giggling. As you looked around the room, something about it was strangely familiar.

The mix of Southwestern and Mexican artwork, the patchwork quilt on the bed, even the view of the countryside outside of the window.

You looked down at the chains binding you to the bed and realized that this was Lalo’s house in Chihuahua. You were in Mexico.

“Good morning, my love,” Lalo cooed as he opened the bedroom door, a glass of water in his hand.

His unmistakable musk followed him, expensive cologne of tobacco and leather. Your body shook with fear each time he took a step closer.

“Lalo… why are we here? Where’s Lettie?”

“Lettie is fine, she’s with Abuelita and her cousins. Now, are you going to apologize?” your husband said, an edge to his tone.

He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow as he stares at you. You try your hardest to sit up, chains rattling as your limbs move.

“You don’t understand how hard this is for me, Lalo! I haven’t been able to see my family in years and your family hates me! You treat me like a pet! I’m tired of it!”

“How hard this is for you? Mi amor, I take care of everything for you. You do not have to work. You do not slave away. You simply watch after and grow our little ones,” he stated, taking a step closer.

“I never wanted this, Lalo,” you sighed, tears building up in your eyes.

“So I should’ve left you there, frying chicken for Gustavo? Suffering, struggling to get by?” he scoffed, shaking his head at how stupid you were.

“I don’t want to argue anymore, I’m tired and I’m cramping,” you groaned, trying to adjust and allow your stomach to rest comfortably. Your child seemed to be kicking up a storm in there.

Lalo walked up to you, eyes bearing into yours, and leans in to kiss you on the lips.

“Eduardo Junior should be here soon,” he says with a smile and a gentle rub on your stomach.

“Lettie’s gonna be so excited,” you say softly, trying to crack a smile.

Giving birth to your daughter at nineteen was a traumatic experience, to say the least. Especially with the way Lalo had kept you locked up.

And now, looking down at your chains, you suspected you would be put back under strict watch, though now he had his entire family to keep watch over you.

“Are you feeling okay?” Lalo asked, forehead wrinkling in concern. Before you could respond, he sat down next to you on the bed, resting his hand on the swell of your stomach.

“Yeah, I just— Lalo, do you think you might let me see my family sometime? I want them to meet Lettie and—“

“Mi amor, your family is right here in Mexico. Now, it will be so much easier to see Abuelita, the cousins, and all our nieces and nephews,” he smiled, gently rubbing your baby bump again.

“Lalo,” you said gently, “I want to go back to New Mexico. We can’t stay here, the kids—“

“The kids will love it here. Lettie’s Spanish will improve, they can be around family. I can protect all four of us better out here, hm?”

Lalo looked at you expectantly, and you knew in that moment that you will not be returning to the United States anytime soon. Lalo, the father and husband, always had the last word.

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Imagine you're plagued by nightmares, and when David notices you twisting and turning in your bed, he lies down beside you.

He pulls you against his chest, holding you close, and imitates the sound and feeling of a purring cat, calming you down until your face relaxes.

Sometimes he stays the whole night, other times he waits until he is sure that your dreams turned sweet before returning to his duties.

But he has an eye on you either way, just in case he must fight off those demons again. 🫶🏻

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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Yandere!Joker kidnapping you and keeping you locked away in his hideout. Of course, you're terrified. Trembling in fear, flinching at the slightest of movements - and worst of all, not letting J hug you or have you snuggle with him.

Well, that simply won't do, now will it?

"I'm sorry, darling, but I'm afraid you've forced my hand," He shook his head, pouting as he plucked the trick flower from his suit pocket.

Your eyes went wide the moment you saw it. Stumbling back, you turned to run - only to be captured in the harsh grip of two of Joker's men. They spun you around to face the Clown Prince of Crime even as thrashed in their grip.

"I can see you're very overwhelmed. And I'm so sorry for not taking your feelings into account! All this running around, hiding from the cops and Bats. Your nerves must be shot! So... How about we do something to take care of that, hmm? This'll make you see the funny side of things..."

You screamed so hard and loud your throat burnedas tried in vain to fight back, uding up all yoyr strength, begging for mercy and for Joker to stop- but it was too late.

With a squeeze of the flower, gaseous toxin flooded through the air, flooding into your nostrils and down your throat as you inhaled to scream.

You were dead. You were dead. This was it. You were going to die as a madman cackled above you, watching as you writhed in pain and laughed through a painfully wide grin.

You waited, eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down your face as you waited for the agony, for the laughter, for death.

But, nothing came.

You opened your eyes, exhaling with a sigh as a wave of calmness washed over you. Your whole body felt light yet heavy. Everything felt so slow.

You hadn't even realized that you'd been released from the men's grip until Joker pulled you into his arms, nuzzling you. And for some reason, you didn't feel the urge to fight back. You just wanted to relax. Maybe sit down. And The Joker was so warm, so maybe being close with him like this wasn't so bad.

A giggle escaped you as you hugged him back.

"I'm sorry I had to scare you like that, dear, but you should know I'd never expose you to my toxin," The Clown purred. "Just good, ol' nitrous oxide."

Oh. Laughing gas. It was just laughing gas. Haha. That's funny.

As Joker maneuvered you over to a nearby couch for you to sit, Joker sunk onto the seat beside you, pulling you close to him.

"Well, nitrous oxide and a few other things," Joker mentioned with a grin. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. "But, you don't need to worry about that."

And you didn't.

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Dunno how familiar you are with Age Regression but aaaaaa maybe can I get some Eddie with a reader who regresses? Instead of being his bride, we're his baby!!

Eddie With an AgeRegressed!Reader

Eddie found you curled up, hidden in a locker. He heard your whimpering and crying before he saw you. He slowly opened the locker, and you squealed and cowered even more.

“Darling…”

Eddie smiled down at your trembling form. He was trying to be comforting, but he was almost immediately off putting. His smile fell when you just kept crying and cowering before him.

“No, don’t cry…”

You didn’t seem like his next bride. You seemed littler, younger… like his baby or something.

Eddie’s smile came back, and he shushed you as if you were a child. You wiped your tears as he kneeled before you in the locker.

“I’m going to make you better.”

The Groom never actually tried to change you… in the violent way he usually did to others. You were perfect in his insane eyes already. You were no bride, no obscene man that needed to be ‘fixed’. You were Eddie’s precious baby, and he was going to be your caregiver forever. He swore by it.

Eddie wouldn’t let you go even if you wanted to. You would never grow up. He kept cradling you like a baby, like you weighed nothing, shushing and cooing you like you were his own.

“You understand that. Don’t you, darling? I would never let anybody… hurt my baby.”

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Shadows That Linger

Characters:

-Melon

-Reader (You)

-Lions

Trigger Warnings:

Power imbalance

Psychological manipulation

Implied violence

Masterlist

Words: 723

--- The dimly lit room hummed with tension. Melon sat casually at the head of the table, his mismatched eyes glinting as he listened to the lions argue amongst themselves. They were bickering over territory disputes—boring, predictable, and ultimately beneath him.

His sharp smile flickered as he leaned back, fingers drumming against the polished surface of the table. He was the picture of calm, but his mind was elsewhere, as it often was these days.

The lions’ voices quieted when a soft knock echoed against the heavy oak door.

It was hesitant, barely audible. Melon’s ears twitched.

“Enter,” he said coolly, his eyes narrowing.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, timidly clutching the edges of your sweater. You barely raised your eyes, scanning the intimidating figures of the lions before settling on Melon.

He arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “This is… unexpected.”

You hesitated in the doorway, shrinking under the weight of so many stares. For a moment, you almost turned back. But then Melon’s gaze caught yours—sharp, curious, but not unkind. It was enough to give you courage.

“I-I…” you started, your voice soft as a whisper. “I’m sorry. I… I wanted to see you.”

The lions exchanged incredulous glances, a few growling under their breath.

Melon’s smile widened, sharp and amused. “Gentlemen, it seems I have a visitor. Don’t let me stop you—continue.”

He waved a hand dismissively, but his gaze remained fixed on you.

As the lions returned to their discussion, you quietly padded across the room, your steps barely audible. When you reached Melon’s side, you hesitated, your fingers fidgeting nervously.

Without looking up, you whispered, “I… I’ll wait by the door if it’s better…”

Melon chuckled, the sound low and oddly warm. “And have you eavesdropping on sensitive matters? No, little one. If you insist on being here, then stay.” He gestured to the empty chair beside him. “Sit.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you obeyed, slipping into the chair and folding your hands in your lap. The lions cast you wary glances, but you kept your head down, avoiding their scrutiny.

Melon, however, kept stealing glances your way. There was something endearing about the way you sat so quietly, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

The meeting dragged on, and though you didn’t say a word, Melon could feel your presence like a warm shadow. When the lions finally filed out, grumbling among themselves, you let out a small breath of relief.

Melon rose from his chair and stretched lazily, his sharp grin firmly in place. “You’ve got a knack for showing up at inconvenient times,” he teased.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “I… I didn’t want to bother you. I just… missed you.”

He tilted his head, his mismatched eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Missed me, did you? And what do you call this, then?” He gestured to the chair you’d been glued to for the entire meeting.

You looked away, your voice barely audible. “I just… feel safe when you’re around.”

For a moment, Melon said nothing. His expression softened, his usual sharpness dulling ever so slightly.

“You’re a peculiar creature,” he murmured, crouching in front of you so his face was level with yours. “Soft-spoken, timid… and yet, you refuse to leave my side. Why?”

You fidgeted, your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater. “Because you saved me,” you admitted quietly. “And… you’re the only one who’s ever looked at me like I’m more than just a predator. I don’t want to be alone again.”

Melon studied you in silence, his expression unreadable. Then, with a wry smile, he reached out and flicked your forehead lightly.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for clingy little things like you,” he said, his tone playful but not unkind. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Your eyes widened, and a small, shy smile tugged at your lips. “O-Okay.”

He straightened and offered you his hand, which you took hesitantly. As the two of you left the meeting room, Melon’s grin widened.

For all his sharp edges and fractured morals, he didn’t mind having you around. You were quiet, unassuming, and utterly devoted—an odd contrast to his chaotic life.

And deep down, though he’d never admit it, he liked the way your presence felt. Like a shadow that lingered, warm and unyielding. ---

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Erik Destler Imagine

Imagine working at the brothel Erik visits, and you quickly become his favourite because you don't attempt to glimpse his face, and you dont mind the blindfold he wants you to wear- you dont mind him imagining someone else. Everyone falls for someone that doesn't want them back at least a couple times in their life, so if he wants to call you Christine that's alright.

Eventually he specifically asks for you every time he comes and it becomes routine. You say hello and you ask him how he is but don't pry, then you dutifully tie the blindfold over your eyes.

He's a very mysterious person. He doesn't give anything away. But... you think he must be quite sad. Profoundly sad. There's something about the way he touches you that's... different to the regular case. It's not so much that he isn't greedy... its more where that greed comes from thats different. He must really love Christine, you think. Poor man...

This is the same for a year, maybe even more then that. Eventually Erik starts to respond to you more, though, beginning to tell you how his week went, a little (He's still very mysterious). And eventually he asks you about yours.

At some point it's like an old friend is coming over not a client, and you're excited for Erik's visits. You flash him a big grin that warms his cold insides and take his hand and lead him to the room and you start to tell him little jokes when you get there. He's so sad, you're still thinking even now after all this time. Its not fair. You need to- you want to help him! He doesn't really laugh... but he listens. He sits there at the end of the bed and listens- doesn't reach out to start touching you, doesn't tell you to shut up, doesn't remind you you're wasting his time... he seems content listening to you. And watching you.

Still, you put on the blindfold always- no arguments, though he does begin to apologise for it. It's okay ^^

... One day, you're lifting the familiar strip of material to your eyes when he stops your hands. Wordlessly shakes his head. Takes the blindfold from your hands and leaves it on a dresser.

"We won't be needing that anymore... Y/N... "

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I am not an American but I will pray for all you American woman ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿 💙💙💙💙 it will get better

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Hehehe 🖤🤍

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Pletonic yandere king and queen of hearts?

^Source

Platonic Yandere Queen and King of Hearts

“Have some more tea.”

“Uh thank you, your majesty.”

You gave a thankful nod to the servant, biting back the urge to repeat the sentiment. Shifting your attention to the cup of tea, you held your cup to your lips with practiced care. With a tentative glance directed at her, the Queen gave you a nod to which you continued to sip.

“You’ve only had a few crumpets, love. Here have some more.”

The King unceremoniously poured the plate of biscuits onto your tiny platter, smiling as he poured the entirety of the honey bail onto it. You gave him a nod before indulging, careful not to smudge your makeup. 

Things had been truly bizarre since you had fallen into the rabbit hole behind your dear friend. Able to traverse the land together it seemed that for as mad as this world seemed there were set rules. Specifically, one that made your dearest friend be called Alice. It was grating to hear others call your friend a name that was not their own; even worse you were hardly acknowledged. Many would straight-up ignore you or tilt their heads at you and ask your name. It was oddly alienating for this world to encourage your friend to commit to this role claiming a prophecy be fulfilled. And then simply sighing when it came to you, being just as clueless as you.

In a way it gave you the freedom to do as you pleased able to travel all around Wonderland, getting to know those who were capable of acknowledging your existence. Some of which had been those in the Heart’s kingdom. 

“Now that is settled with we can begin talks of this Alice-character. I believe it’d be best if we capture her and behead her as soon as we have them! ”

She waved her own tea cup around, haphazardly spilling her tea all about her. Making you wonder why she spent energy lecturing you at all. Her husband sighed, hands on his round rosy cheeks watching you eat the honey-covered crumpet. 

“Mmmm, that’s nice dear.”

You dabbed at your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth in hopes of clearing any remains of the sticky treat. Wouldn’t want to have any distractions while you fought your point.

“Perhaps there can be another way…a more peaceful option?” 

Focusing on your cup of tea, you looked into the reflection of the organ-shaped teapot. Watching as the queen’s face seemed to scrunch before she turned to you. With her crimson-painted nails, she held your face, turning your head to the left then to the right. 

“Of course not dear, violence is the only option. Now, King, they’re looking a bit gaunt, yes?”

“Of course dear.”

Once again you’re plea was ignored by the two of them who were now conversing intensely about how much more you needed to be eating. After all a proper royal heir was plump and well fed, they couldn’t have others of the court thinking you weren’t being fed properly. Huffing through your nose you dismissed yourself hardly waiting for the Queen’s release before making your way out of the hearts maze. Being sure you were far enough for your angry mumbles and stomping was out of their earshot. So caught up in your huffy exit you nearly ran over the rabbit frantically calling your name.

“Oh! W.B. I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“I-it it is just fine, your majesty.”

“Your majesty, W.B. are you…have you been drinking hatter’s tea.”

“What?! No-well th-this might have s-something to do with just that.” 

He shuffled through his pockets, ears twitching along with his nose. The poor creature was really worked up. With a shaky hand(?) (or foot?) he gave you a scroll, an unstamped document that rolled over your feet when you opened it. You read through the first lines of cursive before double-taking running your thumb over the dried ink. 

“I, the Queen and King of Hearts, hereby declare that whosoever be appointed as the royal heir by their decree must adhere to the following rules and regulations—oh my gosh! I think I’m going to be sick.”

You haphazardly dropped the scroll to the ground, running past the rabbit who fumbled with the policy. The ‘rules and regulations’  that were spoken of told of horrible and gruesome punishments for those that so much as thought of slighting you. Being called ‘majesty’ or ‘young highness’ was one of them. Punishment for the accused was the equivalent of a scorched or ‘beheaded’ tongue, it was appalling to imagine. 

Torn by rage and helplessness you ran–out of the maze past the unpainted roses and idle card soldiers. You couldn’t stand to be here any further from your dearest friend, your dearest Alice while your company plotted to kill them. 

You were done.

Done with the absurdity of this world.

It was time to put a stop to it all. 

As you should’ve from the beginning.

Before they were wooed by Wonderland’s love for Alice.

Before they threatened their safety.

Before the others threatened you.

It was time to go.

Running with abandon you tore through the vegetation, uncaring of the way it stuck to your heart and card-patterned garments. Tearing at the seams of posh confinement you discarded different articles as the tearing branches demanded. Forging on you spied the bushel you had left your dearest compatriot to hide inside. Worry bubbled in your tummy as you noted the crumbs of a soft pastry caking your hands as you kneeled to the ground; forcing your eyes to roam through the blades of grass. 

“There you are!” 

You scooped them up, supporting their small form as you sat on your heels.

“Where on Earth did you find another shrinking cake!?”

They shrugged their shoulders and nervously dragged their foot along your palm as they continued to pout. You had to listen carefully but you could hear them. Fully used to their illogical desire for any available food—starved or full it must be eaten–you scolded them lightly. 

“Look, we don’t have time to fight about this…we have to leave the Queen is determined to have your head. I have a sneaking suspicion she’d not going to care whether your head’s the size of a sugar cube.” 

You patted yourself down, searching for the perfect place to tuck your miniature companion away. Finding the only space was the loose fabric around a makeshift pocket near your chest. With a little protest, your tiny friend climbed in, prepared for the jostling journey ahead. 

“Hey it’ll be okay, by this time tomorrow we’ll finally be away from this horrid place.”

“You’re right this is a horrid place, so far from the castle grounds! Guards! I want this patch of weed burned to the ground!”

You slowly rose to your feet hiding your friend with crossed arms. Dressed in battle wear: a spiny red armor the queen over a tightly fitted dress; the crimson wisps of her makeup were harsher and more violent than before, coupled with the dark eyeliner of a smoky eye. She sat on the back of some tortured creature that seemed to sport a glare at you of its own. skin–a pulsing pink, littered with pus-filled wounds, and stray wisps of hair and feather. 

“Your high–”

“Hush!”

Her red claws nails touched and you sealed your lips. She sent a glare to the ground below her beast only shifting her seat before sending her narrowed gaze. 

“Only an hour in the jungle and you’ve adapted their savage ways? Where are your manners, (Y/n)?!”

“Uhm your maje-”

“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?!”

You could only helplessly flutter your lips at her screaming. Nearly shaking as you fought tears you held your ground. 

“I-I don’t understand what it is you want.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “So you have forgotten. You are still a child; misguided and ill-remembering.”

“What?! Wait hold on–”

“Now listen well child, you are to call me your mother and your father–your father. Do you understand?”

“But you’re not my–”

“GUARDS! Take the child back to the palace, the war that is to come is one I’d prefer you watch with lunch on the side.”

“Wh-agh!” 

Four card guards took your limbs and held you high. Ignoring your wriggling and protests, you nearly forgot about your hidden companion. No doubt clinging to the fabric of your clothes in the midst of your sudden struggle. You stilled only bobbing at the marching pace of the soldiers looking at the twisted perspective of the Queen ordering her troupes to move. She turned to you barely looking over her shoulder as her pointed teeth showed from behind her crimson lips.

“I’ll return when I’ve rid you of the parasite Alice! In the meantime brush up on the rules you silly child. No longer will you deny your right as my young heir. Ta-ta!”

With a wave of her hand and the crack of a whip, she moved with the procession. 

Out to behead your dearest Alice and all of those who stood in her way.

Who was safely tucked within the fabric of your dressings.

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How would platonic yandere king and queen of hearts react to finding out reader saved Alice and is finding a way to go back to their world?

You know what? I'll do you one better! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Platonic Queen and King of Hearts (2)

“That’s p-perposterous! My darling child is right beside me, happily eating their lunch!”

The King of Hearts protests adamantly as the dorm mouse attempts to inform the King. Having missed the Queen’s charging envoy. You had to give the rodent props. The guts to try and drag your name right in front of your face to what she hoped was both the Queen and King of Hearts. 

To her luck though the Queen was not here so all she received was the King’s peaceful denial of her information. She huffed glaring at you with her beady eyes as though staring would prove her point. Fighting the urge to smirk you instead closed your eyes and continued to eat the meal provided for you. You weren’t really hungry but you doubted your…father would believe you if you were to say it out loud.

That being said you hoped Alice–who hadn’t found a growing cake or drink anywhere—stayed tucked in your pocket. When you were able to sneak to the bathroom to chat they suggested being allowed to run freely which you shot down. How many movies and stories had this exact situation happen where the small companion died or squashed because their giant friend wasn’t there to help. 

Still if you knew Alice best they were likely going to ignore you. Now with the dormmouse watching you couldn’t chance a glance at the pocket near your chest. 

“My child, what’s on your mind? You’ve been acting out of it since you mother’s gone to hunt.”

You cursed yourself internally. You must have spent too long thinking about Alice now you’ve gone an alerted the only one of your ‘new parents’ that tried to understand your emotions. Shaking your head you planned to wave him off. 

“I’m fine…Father I just am nervous.”

“Nervous? About what, my child?”

This was new. Usually at this point in the conversation the Queen of Hearts would have spoken up. Told her husband exactly what she wished you were feeling; as delusional as she was. But she wasn’t here and this was an opportunity. 

“Well as you know me and Alice know each other really well–”

“Yes I believe you did mention that at one point. Go on.”

“So I’m just a little sad that…Mother has decide to hunt them down.”

You watched the man’s bottom lip jut out in an unironic frown, his diamond shaped pupils darting from you to the other side of his face. No doubt, deciding who to please. If his hesitation wasn’t bad enough the dorm mouse decided to squeak up. 

“If I may your majesty the Queen knows best about the perpetrator Alice!”

“Oh yes that’s right!  A great idea young mouse!”

You wished to bring your foot down on the little rat or at the very least deliver a kick to their tiny traitorous little body. If it weren’t for his easy to sway persona he’d be perfect to convince in your quest to save Alice. But since this wasn’t working you’d have to try the other a bit more underhanded but necessary. 

“Well Father there was something else but it’s probably not worth even thinking about.”

You made sure to bat your eyes and look away sorrowfully which only fueled the King’s determination to soothe your ‘aching’ heart. Puffing his chest and holding you close, he was entirely eating this up.

“Tell me, Love! Has someone hurt you?! Something bothering you?!”

“It’s….my body, Father.”

Pretending to be bashful, you held your face in your hands. Hoping to hide your snicker at his flustered expression. Deciding to take him out of his misery you continued. 

“I wish it was .03 centimeters bigger than it is now.”

“Well I think you’re perfect the way you are!”

If he was actually your father and not the husband of a murderous queen, you’d be happy to hear that. But wherever Alice was, she needed this and no amount of comforting comments would be enough. 

“BUT I DON’T!” 

Faking a torrent of tears you folded your arms over your face leaning into the arms of the chair. Really trying to give off the image that you were absolutely devastated. 

“Don’t fret my Love! I have the perfect remedy for this!”

He happily skittered to the kitchen with you in tow, politely asking for the chefs to bring out the drink that could make you grow. The dormmouse, for whatever was still following sending a spiteful glare every now and then restraining you from taking a peek in your pocket. Despite your expectation you were not entirely sure if Alice was still there. But you hoped she was close by if only to sneak back around and get to it. In the meantime you had to improvise.

“Before I do this I’d like to see an example of it…”

“Oh well I shouldn’t try it. The Queen loves the size I’m at now!”

You had to have respect the man had a real loyalty to the queen and even better the rights of a King.

“How about you try it little mouse.”

“E-e-excuse me?”

“Give it a try for your new highness?”

“Ugh fine.”

The King let the mouse climb the table pouring a small amount into the cap of the bottle and sure enough the little mouse took on a few more inches. Technically you could stop here, the King would no doubt leave the bottle out but you figured extra insurance wasn’t too bad.

“What about if I don’t like it when I’m bigger?”

“Though you’d look perfect either way, we do always have some shrinking cake on stand by!” 

Turning around he pulled out the cake from a cupboard, where he naturally sliced a sliver of the cake to give the larger mouse. The mouse let out a squeak the equivalent of a sigh and downed a good amount of the slice. They let out a diminutive squeak when they looked in the reflection of the bottle.

“My King I don’t think this is the right–”

“Oh Father! I now realize you were right all along!” You made sure to speak louder than the mouse. “I am just fine the way I am if I do grow it’ll be because that’s the way I’m mean to be.”

The King clapped, hunging you tight. 

“Good! I’m so glad my child’s so proud of themself! Now let’s enjoy that strawberry cake your mother left for us!”

Escorting you out the kitchen you watched some of the card soldiers begin to chase off the small mouse. Hiding your snicker you went back to focusing on the King who was happily ranting about some plans of his. You weren’t really listening as you felt for a bump in your pocket—unfortunately finding nothing. 

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“THAT OBNOXIOUS TRAMP!”

The Queen of Hearts’ voice rang out the entire castle, even though you were right beside her you could tell that was the case. You were once again eating a tray of tarts as the Queen raged to you and her husband about the terrible hunt. 

“Oh Darling, mind our child’s ears and why not have another tart?”

Her glare disappeared for a moment accepting the tart her husband held up to her painted mouth—after that it was right back to pacing. Wearing the undersuit of her armor and her makeup running just from being worn all day she still looked as beautiful as a picture. Even with her contorted face making an angry expression, you could see why the King of Hearts still swooned at her attention.

“Even the blood hounds found nothing but outdated scents! I tell you the mealworm has been all over my kingdom!”

“I see dear. Is there anywhere you haven’t checked?”

“NO I’ve checked every inch of the forest, everywhere in the garden, and even that insane Hatter’s party spot.”

“(Y/n) do you know where she may be?”

The question caught you off-guard, making you quickly wipe your mouth of some left over custard on your mouth. Stifling a cough as you down the rest of the tart in your throat you turned to him. 

Trying to hide the horror in your eyes, you asked him,”Why would I know?”

He tilted his head, his ever present smile on his face. His diamond eyes squinted in your direction, he continued. 

“Because she’s your friend isn’t she?”

It was then the weight in your stomach began to turn. Despite his meek behavior and wet-blanket status–next to the Queen–he was still a King. A King happily married to the Queen that was willing to remember the details she didn’t bother to remember. 

Swallowing the hesitation you shrugged it off, “ Well yeah but she doesn’t really tell me where she goes…she’s kind of always been a free spirit.”

You tried to say it nonchalantly aiming for another tart only to find the presence of the Queen far too close to your face. Expecting her to grab onto your chin, you flinched. Instead she let her painted nails graze upon your neck before caressing your cheek.

“(Y/n)-dear she doesn’t sound like a very good friend.”

It was said in a very calm tone, an alarming difference from her screeching before.

It was scary.

“I mean Alice and I have our differences but in the end we’re good friends.”

She continued to keep her hand on your cheek lovingly tracing the sides of your face.

“So you say…the other Wonderlandian’s threatened you for her right?”

…How did she know that?

“What?!” 

She seemed to chuckle at the terror on your face, placing a kiss on your temple. She brought both her hands to your cheeks letting your noses touch as she smiled in your face.

“You don’t think I haven’t been watching my child from the second you came through that door?”

She chuckled at your speechlessness holding your head against her chest, she hummed a little rubbing the top of your head. Hugging your side you felt the encapsulating hug on your opposite side from the King of Hearts who nuzzled his wife’s head.

“Of course we were watching (Y/n), we’ve cared about you since the beginning.”

“And we plan to never ever stop.”

This moment would have been sweet if you hadn’t been going through the catalogue of events that led to you being here. How much had they seen? How much did they already know? Surely they wouldn’t know where Alice was if they were asking…but the threatening? Even Alice didn’t know about that. 

“AAAAGHH! “OH MY DIAMOND!” 

“hELPP—AcK!”

The ground suddenly began to quake and sounds of shouting drew both the King and Queen away from you an to their balcony. You followed taking advantage of their surprise to wiggle between them both.

“Alice?!”

Turning her head in your direction, she waved as if she wasn’t practically the size of the castle. A spear shot from the ground bouncing off her thigh, which she retaliated by stomping on the whole platoon with the thrower. 

“AAALLLICCEEE! Off with her head!” 

The Queen of Heart’s was screeching again, practically calling on all her forces to pour out of the castle in that instant. Alice seemed to stumble from the new onslaught of guards hiking her legs up to avoid them. The quaking of the ground startled everyone forcing the Queen and King to rely on the walls of the castle; they reached for you missing your ducking from. In more worry than anything you ran to the guard rail, prepared to warn her about the cannons they were hauling out. 

“Alice! Watch out!”

She turned to you again face lighting up with an idea of hers. Intentionally stepping on the card guards she made her way closer to the castle–more specifically the balcony. Already catching on, the King shouted for you.

“(Y/n) get away from the railing she’s going to-”

“Woah!” 

Like you’d done before Alice cradled your form in her hands smiling down at you. Barely noticing the fearful ‘cease fire’ the Queen demanded you were carried up high as Alice cradled you against her chest. From the cover of her hands you watched her stick her pierced tongue out at the Queen before beginning to run off the premise of Queen’s castle grounds.

“Hang on tight (Y/n)! We’re going home!” 

At her booming voice you doubted she could hear your cheers. Still a small amount of doubt bothering your joy. 

If the Queen and King wouldn’t let you leave would anyone else?

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First things first. Your blog is amazing! You are so talented and wonderful! I'm in love...

If it is ok with you, can i have yandere Sebastian and Claude with mother S/o? Like, a little demon was adopted by a woman (maybe a witch?), and she raised him, as her own son. She treats him with respect and understanding. She loves him, no matter how mature and powerful a demon her son is.

Thank you so much ♡

You fluster me, thanks so much!

And I'm gonna be honest here. I had a very similar daydream to that very specific trope, so I'm gonna take all that brain work and put it into this. Have two very random meetings with both of them and some fluffy haedcanons

Part two

Platonic yandere Sebastian with his mother

Did you ever have any touches with the supernatural? Of course. Constantly. You were a witch. You were the supernatural. The magical. The one sitting in front of a baby demon.

Stumbling upon this little monstrosity, black shadowy things grasping around two glowing eyes was, well, sure to fully wake you up on this fine morning. You couldn’t help but stare into it’s eyes, red and intense and still so young. This one couldn’t be older than a few months, or otherwise it, he?, would have hidden his nature at least somehow. That brought you to a very important question. How did he get here? Into your room? Next to your bed? Peering at you from a pretty low angle thanks to his low height.

There seemed to be no murderous intent from his side, and so you did what had saved your ass numerous times now. Standing up you walk past the demon, heading straight for the bathroom before closing the door before taking some calming breaths. First step, find a way out. His eyes had followed you. You had caught the interest of a demon, and it didn’t seem like he would leave any time soon, you could feel his presence on the same spot as before. Second step, analyzing the situation.

Finally, the third step, confrontation. Turning the door knob you steeled yourself, reentering your room before once again making eye contact. Deciding to just talk with him, because, why not, worst case scenario and you would still be able to defend yourself, you sit crisscross in front of him. He was a curious little thing, eyes looking directly at you no matter from what side you looked at him, as if the organs were moving in the black mass of his body just to follow you. Only problem, he didn’t talk. It was a very one-sided conversation. His responses were more of an acknowledgement that you said something than giving away any information, and when he refused to budge you decided to just go about your day.

It was when you returned to bed at the very evening that you once again paid attention to him. He hadn’t moved much and you still didn’t know what to do about him. He was a demon. You were a witch. This started to sound like a bad joke and you were seriously debating if it was possible that someone left him here to mess with you.

By the 4th evening of him just sitting there and you doing your own stuff you finally admitted it to yourself. That demon was here to stay. He was young. Maybe you could raise him, help him, and let’s be honest, in his own weird and creepy way he was somewhat cute. Adorable even. You wanted to pinch his cheek if only he had any. Maybe when he turned into something else than those shadows for the first time.

Thus began the journey (well, the two of you mostly stayed in your cottage and its surroundings) of you raising the little thing. You had no experience in raising a living (can a demon be considered living?) being besides your plants and the one or two pets, but in times like these you took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you were lucky you were a witch, and not some random human who would have absolutely no idea what to do. Still, there were hurdles to overcome, you had to teach him basically everything and while he was a very hardworking guy, he seemed to have no understanding of anything at all, starting at zero, which made you wonder what he did before his adoption.

You taught him many things, reading, writing, different languages and most importantly, and his seemingly most favourite lesson - not that he could tell you, he struggled with changing forms and making coherent sounds - fighting. You figured that the little one would need something to eat in due time and since you didn’t want him to get hurt, especially by any reapers, you thought you might as well do what you can so he could protect himself later on.

It was after a few months that you woke up one morning, checking on your little one in his room that you felt truly worried for the first time. He was gone. No where to be found. You searched everywhere, turning more and more frantic with each passing second as horrible scenarios ran through your mind. Damn it, he was still so young, anything could have happened to him.

It was when you were rushing to check outside that something tugged on your clothes. Turning around you were met with the most adorable sight ever. A small boy with chubby cheeks, black soft hair and red eyes looking up at you nearly gave you a heart attack. You took a moment to analyze the situation before hugging the little one, arms squeezing tight before congratulating him on finally changing forms for the first time. His next and first words truly sealed the deal, a small and happy “Mama” escaping his lips.

To say you spoiled him was an understatement. He liked cats, boom, you got two purring new additions to the household. You still explained to him the importance of contracts though, of how dignified demons only ate the souls of those they aided in whatever way they wished before. So, you couldn’t help but celebrate his first ever successful deal, praising him and petting his hair when he ran into your awaiting embrace. 

You wanted to make sure that he always knew that he could come to you if there were any problems, that you’d always have his back. You encouraged and supported his every step, crying when he left for his first bigger contract even though he reassured you that he would be back soon. He would send letters to keep you updated and visited ever so often, bringing gifts from all around the world, many of which you could use for spells and the like, and then helping you in the household. 

When he first began talking about how demons like him had no emotions you looked so heartbroken that he promised to himself to never say so again, defying his former words by comforting you as quickly as possible. When the witch hunts started he refused to leave your side, only accepting fast deals to keep himself sustained before returning to your side, making sure that no one with bad intentions or, well, anyone for that fact, ever got close to his mother.

In his mind there was no one worthy of your time, you were very happy with your little family, thank you very much. No doubts, he was one hell of a son, you always laughed at that little joke of his, and you were his mother, the one person he’d protect with everything he got, knowing that you would do the same for him.

Platonic yandere Claude with his mother

There was a reason you lived in a forest, far away from civilization. You loved the calm, peaceful atmosphere that allowed you to focus on your work and do your own stuff. You expected birds to wake you up with their chirping and you crocheting your own things when you grew bored. You expected to care for your herbs and the distinct sound of rustling leaves to accompany your day. You did not expect a young demon to turn up on your path when you were simply taking a walk. 

You watched as it moved around a bit, going this way before going that way, seeming to be uninterested in your presence. It was obvious that it had noticed you though with its unwillingness to get closer to you and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was uncomfortable with the situation. Still, it didn’t seem quite ready to just flee and deciding that you could use someone to talk to, even if it’s a demon child, you scooped the black mass that froze at the touch in your arms before promptly turning back to your little home. It wiggled a bit as you reassured it, promising to do no harm as too many eyes stared up at you. 

The little one was adorable, you decided. It acted apathetic most of the time, doing what it was told as you taught it everything you deemed important enough. However, you had grown to understand him well, a twitch of a shadow, an eye staring for too long, suddenly tensing up for only a fraction of a moment, all of his movements betrayed how he really felt. Even when you showed him how to fully control himself, he was nothing but an open book to you. His pronouns for example, which you used to switch around all the time, were quickly decided when you noticed which he reacted to the most positively. 

Even after months there was an awkward air around him, despite your many attempts to get him to loosen up. Still, you had quickly grown attached to him, spoiling him in any way you could think of, praising each of his accomplishments and encouraging him when he seemed to lack passion. 

It took a lot of time, but it was undeniable that he, too, had grown closer to you. He was more expressive, worked noticeably harder and helped around the household without needing to be asked. What had you gushing over him was when he searched for physical contact himself, one of his shadowy arms reaching to grasp your hand or sitting on your lap when you crocheted, which he quickly learned by the way. By now he was also wearing the little crocheted beanie you had made him which, mind you, was extremely cute.

It was also the reason you recognized him immediately when instead of the black blob to great you at morning you were woken up by a small child tugging on your arm. His face was expressionless, his voice almost monotone but he hugged you back when you wrapped your arms around him, burying his small face into your side as he spoke to you for the first time ever, mumbling a small good morning. He then proceeded to call you mother and while that made you feel old you appreciated it nonetheless.

While your son wasn’t big on showing affection, preferring it when you simply iniciated it by carrying him around for example, he had other ways to show his love. You almost cried when he prepared a meal for you out of nowhere, the food shaping the most charming heart you had ever seen. You definitely cried when the little one gifted you a self made beanie that matched the one you made him, telling your son how much you loved him as he awkwardly comforted you. 

You found that your hobby, crocheting, went awfully well for your son, which was fitting seeing as he was a spider demon. His first present was followed by many others and soon you had enough blankets to cover every surface in your home. Once he noticed that you had more than enough, not that you would ever say it, you adored each and every one of them, he went over to make you clothes. His pride was fueled by your praise as you complimented and wore each of them, almost your whole wardrobe soon replaced by his designs.

There were times he threw tantrums, but it was expected as he was still young. Especially when he felt that you paid too much attention to something other than him, he would get, well, temperamental. A hug would usually placate him, as well as the promise of only needing a few more minutes that were not debatable before you would once again put your entire attention on him.

When it was finally time for his first contract you had helped to select the soul, by his request. He had made sure to return quickly, grinning when you welcomed him with open arms. It went on like that for a long time, sometimes you even went along for what the two of you called “mother-son-vacation”. You ignored all the times unfortunate humans believed they could take advantage of you, thieves and the like being cut by seemingly invisible strings before they could even get close. Sometimes you scolded him for almost being caught, each he accepted with a pout and you watched happily as your son grew more stealthy over time.

From the times you didn’t go with him, which were most of the time, he brought stories and souvenirs. You will never forget the day he returned and proudly presented his new skill, tap dancing. Afterwards he taught you how to the entire day, and the two of you spend the next month randomly breaking out into dancing, the sounds of shoes clacking against ground and laughter and in his case, chuckles and sometimes even childish giggles, filling the air.

One day you noticed that the forest you lived in had been filled with traps, sharp strings formed like webs being hung from tree to tree, decorating them in admittedly beautiful handiwork. The culprit was quick to explain, telling you of the witch hunts that had risen up all around Europe, your kin and humans alike being enveloped by burning embers, truly horrific deaths caused by ignorance and fear. While you did thank him, you also made him remake every trap from scratch so no animals may be harmed, a lesson he got for not discussing it with you beforehand. 

Otherwise your days are extremely peaceful, your son with you whenever he could, simply enjoying your days together. It was exactly how the both of you liked it, and the both of you would protect this peace and each other as much as you could. Even when he argued that as your son he had the duty to protect you while you refuted that, as the parent, you were the one to carry that responsibility.