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TW: yandere content, implied nsfw, ? 

Prompt from here

19. “Please, I need to hear you say it. tell me you love me.”

“Nightwing…” your voice was very quiet, barely able to contain the intense fear you felt at seeing the Vigilante just so snug in your home, like he belonged there in your living room. He was obviously there before you arrived, making himself comfortable on your recliner. 

The man was already facing you, his lips curling into a charming smile, eyes crinkling behind the domino mask. “Hey baby,” he cooed, “how was work today?” You shuffled into the apartment nervously. You wanted to run but…Nightwing wouldn’t attack you, right? Why am I so scared?

“It was, Ah…” you struggled to find the right words - something that would placate the man who seemed to be barely containing himself from something. You didn’t need to know if it was from anger or something worse. His lips pursed at your expression. He made no attempt at getting up. 

“You really had me worried today, y’know? I left you some voicemails, why didn’t you answer?” 

You knew getting into a ‘relationship’ with a masked fighting prick wouldn’t end well. Hell, you didn’t really know him, just his code name. Who knew that getting with Nightwing would end up with him literally spamming your inboxes with ‘Are you okay’s and ‘You still love me?’s. 

You really don’t remember ever giving out your number…or email, or work phone or - or anything he was using to contact you. 

This ends here. 

Gathering your courage you stared into his white irises, “We’re not dating—“

“Not publically,” his voice was quick, latching onto that sentence like a bloodhound going for the prey’s throat; He’s trying to snuff the fight out of you. “You love me - I love you. I just need to know if you’re safe is all.” He gave a very charming smile, one that would usually ease you up. One that would make the tension in your shoulders melt, letting the man fuss over you more easily. But this was getting out of hand. 

“I don’t love you Nightwing,” his face visibly fell, “we…what we are is complicated, okay? You can’t just constantly call and - and harass me just because—“

“Take it back,” his voice was hoarse, as though he was distraught. You blinked in confusion. “Take it back, you—“ he gave a small whine, “you love me don’t you?”

“Nightwing, please—“

“Why? Is it because I never told you who I was? Is that it?” He abruptly got up, coming towards you and your hands that desperately tried to wave him off. “Baby,” he whined as he got closer, “I’ll let the whole world know I’m taken. Please…”

“You’re harassing me—“

“I’m making sure you’re safe!”

“You’re constantly following me—“

“I’m just making sure you’re not gonna get hurt. You’re supposed to do that with people you love.”

You’re starting to hyperventilate, “you broke into my home, Nightwing.” 

“Our home, baby…” his hands found your shoulders, half attempting to coax you into his embrace, something you’d usually find yourself longing for after long days. “Please, you’re stressed and obviously tired. You don’t mean what you say.” 

You shrugged him off as hard as you could, and although the man could easily overpower you, he let you do as you please. “Don’t treat me like a child! We’re not in love, Nightwing. I can’t love some guy like you!”

Suddenly you found yourself spun around, the side of your face pressed against the door you just closed. He has you trapped in his arms and in your own damn apartment. “Baby…” his voice was as needy as ever, but he sounded strained. He gave a very shaky breath, “tell me you love me, please.”

You groaned and attempted to push yourself away from the door, but that only ended in failure as he quickly maneuvered your hands behind your back. He was practically melting into you, pressing himself so close, his quickened breaths warming the back of your neck. 

“Please, I need to hear you say it. tell me you love me.”

There was a brief moment of silence, but it felt like an eternity spent with him grinding into you. He gave a sort of strangled noise before letting you go, moments of freedom short lived because he had you pushed into the living room and onto a couch in record speeds. His one hand clasping both of your hands above your head, the other feeling you feverishly as if you’d melt through his finger tips. You start to panic. 

“Night—“

“Dick. Dick Grayson,” he straddled you tighter with his thighs. “That’s the name I want you to say tonight, baby.”

#uhh what else do i tag this as...dunno #yandere nightwing x reader

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Festive

Lyon x reader

It was freezing inside the Askr castle. Despite the thick coat you were wearing, you found yourself shivering. The decorations littered the halls as well as people, chattering about the festival and enjoying themselves. A well deserved peace.

“Summoner!” Ephraim’s voice was loud from down the hall and you scurried to find it. He was standing with Eirika and they both looked rather perplexed. “Oh, Summoner!” Eirika turned to clasp at your hands, “We really need your help. Have you seen Lyon at all?” Oh…You haven’t.

Not surprising. Lyon was rather shy about festivals like this. He’s probably too embarrassed about the outfit the twins gave him. “I can look for him, if you’d like” you offered. Eirika cheered, “Thank you! Tell him we’ll be out in the courtyard. Oh and stay warm okay?” You nodded as the twins set off rather hurriedly. Ah, they’ll never change. I guess that leaves you on a man hunt.

——

Lyon wasn’t in the library (his most common place to lounge) nor was he in the mess hall (you swore he said he’d be dying to taste the festive treats). Maybe he was hiding somewhere the twins would never look. The stables? The armory? Ugh, so many rooms! Rooms…Rooms…Oh, suppose it wouldn’t kill you to check his. Lyon’s room was at the end of the west corridor, near the garden. You tapped gently on his door, “Lyon? It’s me? Are you there?”

…

Sheepishly, the door opened revealing Lyon. He was suited much like Ephraim and Eirika. “My apologies, am I needed elsewhere?”

“Oh, no no! I was just coming to fetch you, the twins wanted you for something. I can walk you down to the courtyard if you’d like?” Lyon cursed slightly as he obliged, he’d rather stay warm in his room (he had even prepared tea!) but he couldn’t resist seeing his friends.

——

You and Lyon made it out to the courtyard. There was little chat between you two as you walked. You supposed it couldn’t be helped. What a sight! The yard was strung with decorations, an arch led to the tree in the middle which was huge and decorated brightly. Eirika waved from afar, and you suspected that was your cue to meet her. “So cold…” Lyon shivered, adjusting his thick coat. “I could go for some tea right afterwards, how about you?” he looked away when you tried to look at him. “I’d be delighted, but let’s see what they need first.”

You and Lyon both walked along the cobblestone path to the center. The soft crunching of snow filled the air as well as the gentle sound of sleigh bells. You stopped just under the the archway before Ephraim has stopped you both. “Lyon! My friend, I see you’re doing well?”

“I’m rather cold,” Lyon hummed back, he sounded annoyed but his eyes held a warmth to them. “Worry not, you can go back inside after you’re done” you suppose you should take your leave now. “Oh? Leaving so soon? Maybe you both should look up.”

You and Lyon gave Ephraim a dumbfounded look before turning your attention skywards. It was a mistletoe, hidden from afar but it was right there. And you were under it. With Lyon. You were under a mistletoe with Lyon. “This is, ah, E-Ephraim-“ Lyon stuttered out but Ephraim had already taken his leave. “W-We don’t have to, if you don’t want to Lyon!”

“I do! I just,” he seemed surprised at his statement and he quickly shrunk back. “I do but only if you…Absolutely want to.” His shyness was adorable, but underneath you could feel his anticipation. You hummed positively. The both of you leaned into each other in a warm, loving kiss. He tasted faintly of rose tea. You think you could hear Ephraim and Eirika cheer behind you, but you both pay them no mind.

#fire emblem x reader #fe lyon #x reader #feh #guess whos in love

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I don’t deserve you

Lyon x reader

A quick glance and a parted stare. You’ve noticed the pattern by now. Lyon, though he was a capable hero with a grim history (though sad) he was still shy when it came to anything romantic. You turned back. He looks away. If you even look at your strategy book you know; His eyes pierce through you (though never unpleasant.)

“Lyon,” You hummed while writing down a few notes in the margins, “Would you like to tell me something?” a sputtered noise came from the prince as he ushered over to you immediately; a lost puppy. “Summoner I……” he seated himself beside you as he contemplated something. “I feel as though I don’t deserve you”, you paused, “I don’t deserve your kindness”, you feel as though your heart has stopped, “I don’t deserve a second chance.”

You whipped around to face him and your heart shatters; His eyes were glossed over and he looked so defeated. “Lyon, I…” You couldn’t find the right words to say sadly. “This is - Gods, Lyon I…” he glanced over with a sad smile. “I’m right aren’t I?”

Idiot. Idiot prince. You quickly clasped your hands around his. “Lyon, maybe you don’t deserve a second chance but you were given one! A chance to learn and to grow……Please don’t take this for granted - Or me! I love you with all of my heart. Never forget that, ever.” Lyon was silent as his face reddened. Hearing you say that you love him did things to him (he is ashamed to admit half of what it does).

Lyon quickly embraced you, his face hidden in the crook of your hooded neck. There was silence after that. You knew Lyon would have a hard time forgiving himself, but you knew that together maybe…maybe he could.

#feh #x reader #fe lyon #maybe i should use prompts hmmm

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Flowers

Alfonse x reader

A gift had arrived at your door: a lovely bouquet of flowers. It was a lovely surprise, considering that you’d thought no one would ever send the summoner flowers (of all people!)

They were ever so nice…You’d have to thank them at once. You scoured the castle for the mysterious person; Asking heroes questions along the way (most of the answers weren’t helpful at all.) Perhaps the hero was bashful as no one came forth to answer you; Perhaps this is a mystery never to be solved. Ah, but when you get the chance…Your face grew red at the thought as you played with the hem of your sleeve.

Alfonse peeked around the corner, finding his summoner acting so adorabley. His heart, oh his heart! He quickly drew back and composed himself. Like a coward he had delivered the gift in secret. Maybe one day he’d gather the nerve.

Ahh, you were playing with your coat! How sweet, his heart…Alfonse was giddy for the rest of the day. Most heroes didn’t know why.

#fe alfonse #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #x reader

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I can be considerate

Grima x reader

A sob tore its way through the Askr castle. It fluttered through the halls and Grima was there to witness it. His eyes dilated as he walked towards the noise, ready to enjoy the suffering of another hero.

Yet the sound came from the Summoner’s room. Grima couldn’t help but scowl.

He flung the door open with such a force it gave a fright to the one on the floor, coddling something in their lap in a desperate manner. The person muttered an apology. “For what, you worm?” Grima ducked to the floor to see them “You’re lucky I’m the one who heard you. Are you trying to wake everyone up, hmm?”

“He broke it.” It was very soft, Grima almost missed it. The summoner turned to show them what they were holding: A potted plant; shattered beyond repair with the flower itself ripped to shreds. Grima couldn’t see why this was so important to cry over.

He was gonna insult them but something in him stopped. “Who?” Grima asked and he finally noticed the room; It was in complete chaos. Everything was a mess. “Valter…He kept trying to get me to cry, and I…” they held the wilted flower close. “It reminded me of home…Now it’s gone.”

Grima huffed, and picked up a petal. Soft and delicate, well cared for.

Should we do something? Appears that Robin wasn’t gone completely

There was a flower shop close to the castle…We could…

Grima’s eyes shut themselves tight and he groaned. “Clean your room. It’s pitiful seeing you like this” he abruptly then walked out of the room.

———

“Grima,” Chrom pushed the fell dragon against the wall and he scowled. “Why would you be in town? You are still bound by—“ “Don’t peg me as a fool you wretched prince.” Grima made no effort to fight, but he gave a sickening smirk that made the hold on him falter slightly. “I simply came to buy myself something. Not that it’s your business; I shall be on my way.”

“Valter’s in the medical wing and I’m sure you’re to blame—“ “You say as if you care about him. I know you despise him too you hypocrite. Now leave.”

He means well, you know. We should hurry back now, if we’re absent again we may not be able to come into town freely.

———

The meeting was a drag. Alfonse and Anna couldn’t decide what plan to use and were bickering constantly. Usually you’d be the middle ground but…You rolled your shoulders as you walked back to your room. As soon as the door opened, you were greeted to the most beautiful site. Your room was decorated in floral from head to toe. Most joyously the pot you had was glued back together and in it layed a flower you couldn’t even begin to describe.

Eagerly you ran over to it, feeling the petals in your fingers and smelling it. A note was someone shriveled on your desk, too.

The paper was marked with the unusual signature of Grima, and in it were only a few words: “Don’t mention it.”

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem grima #fe grima #x reader #fire emblem x reader

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Virtual =/= Reality

Self Indulgent Yandere Genji x Reader

Overwatch was one of your favorite games. It combined a classic FPS layout as well as its own unique spins. Loading the game was pure joy (though you felt it hard not to get mad).

Your favorite character was Genji; Love at first sight when you first saw the trailer. Though he wasn't your main, he still held a special place in your heart. And unknownst to you, he too returned these feelings. Trapped behind a thick layer of glass he watched you.

He'd see you, hear you, yet he could not talk back or contact you. He was coded to be played. It was frustrating for him. He was sick of this virtual world that never existed.

What he was, what he would be…It wasn't real, but you were! A sick, twisted form of love boiled within him everyday. He was going to break, but it seems the wall did first.

He finally felt control over himself. You were toying around in the practice range, surprised. "Can you hear me?" The voice gave you chills and made you press up farther in your chair. You looked so confused and he relished in it.

"I've been waiting for this," the screen darkened as you saw a mechanical hand reach out and grab the side of your PC for leverage. Panicked, you jumped from your seat and stepped back. While many would fawn over their video games becoming sentient you sure weren't.

Another hand came out, and at this point you sprinted out of the room. You hurried out of the bedroom towards a tinier room you reserved as an office, hiding in the closet (which was rather roomy); You managed to grab your phone.

"Running away are we?" He asked, coming out of your bedroom. Genji was too excited at the though of seeing you. "I will find you," it was a promise. "Then we'll be together. You'd like that wouldn't you?" A noise came from the living room. He was getting closer.

"I heard all those things you've said to me," he opened the office door. He knew exactly where you were (which somehow seemed plot convenient to you). "I know what you think" he was outside the closet door.

Suddenly, his carbon fiber frame came into view. The blue visor looked down at you, as his shoulder released steam in a hiss. "I love you too" he sounded too happy.

#yandere #yandere overwatch #mine