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shitposts927383828 · 7 days

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!!Fanfiction read flags!!

This is my option not facts. Just what I think are red flags or stuff I read once and dip bc I don’t like it. Blah blah blah, if your feelings get hurt cry about! Love y’all tho <3

This applies to wattpad and Quotev bc I frequent those ones the most. Others may apply but I don’t really know.

I read and enjoy X Readers! So some will be X Reader specific rules!

Section 1: Judging a book by its cover (and its description):

1. When it has no cover. Like I get it, I make my own and they suuuckk but come on. Try? If ya didn’t try for the cover you probably didn’t try with the book so I’m moving on. Sorry.

2. When their is no description. Negative points if it says “read to find out” or “too lazy for a description.” I DONT KNOW WHAT IM READING BC THEIRS NO DESC SO WHY WOULD I READ IT!?

2. Emojis in Description. That’s when you know it’s written on a phone and I don’t care. A bunch of great ffs were written on phone. But that screams younger person to me and no offense but only y’all would use emojis. PLUSH I HATE HOW THEY TAKE AWAY FROM THE STORY?! I’ll be reading and then I’ll be a

3. When the title and desc have nothing to do with the story. Shit will be titled “ghost of you </3” or “broken promises” and have nothing to do with ghost or dead people or anything of the sort. AND have nothing to do with broken promises. Like why is it titled that way when it has nothing to do with the story??

(^ This one isn’t serious but a nitpick)

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Section 2: RED FLAGS! Lets go:

1. When the author uses an OC instead of Y/N. I’ve written for Y/N! Almost exclusively! It isn’t hard! And y’all will sit their and say it is. ALL WHILE TAGGING YOUR SHIT WITH Y/N? OR READER? READER INSERT, X READER? Then her name is Luna or some shit.

1.5. When the author uses an OC instead of Y/N. Back at it again but this time your SO close. Then you give her blue hair or green eyes and pale skin. YOU USE Y/N BUT YOU GIVE HER AN APPEARANCE! And your so close to being right it hurts.

3. More notes the story. I get it. You want to talk with ppl reading your books, you know it’s fun to see comments and stuff! But I didn’t come here for your life updates and stuff. Sorry but I came to read my SpongeBob x Reader not for 7 A/Ns in a row! If it isn’t related to the book, don’t add it to the book. If it is, don’t make the Authors note SEVEN DIFFERENT CHAPTERS!

4. Sigh. When the character dialogue looks like this:

(Joe: Omg! We can’t do this!

Anna: yes we can! Don’t give up!

Anna said as she jumped off the building. Joe closed his eyes and took a leap of faith after her.)

I don’t Care if it’s the best written story in the world. It could have the most moving chapters but. No. I just can’t. It’s diifrent if the characters are texting or doing something else but this isn’t it. Pls stop.

5. Emojis. Again. Okay, I just hate emojis on fanfictions. Like cool! Awesome. But come on! Even if the characters are texting it takes me out of the story.

6. Stories that haven’t been updated in FOREVER. Look at the last updated thing BEFORE YOU READ. It’s always the best fanfictions so I’d advise to not get into it if your not prepared for heartbreak when you get to the not really last chapter but last chapter.PLEASE UPDATE!

7. When the author is arguing with people on the comments. You could be right. But if leaves a bad taste in my mouth that your entertaining the trolls and didn’t just delete the comment. And if your wrong and fight with me or someone I’m on the side of? Haha I’m out, dipped.

8. I hate it when people will tag stuff just to complain about something. Like stfu I came here for bnha Not your complaint about how the omegavere is sexist and “how can anyone read this??”. Firstly, Don’t like it don’t read it. It’s simple but secound of all HOW COME ITS TAGES BHNA? LEAVE ME ALONE IM JUST TRYING TO READ MIDORYA ANGST!!

8. When someone gets pressed OVER FANFICTION LMAO! Like it’ll be a fanfiction about suicide. I get it. It’s a hard topic, I myself have struggled with it in the past. Trying to commit 5 separate times. I clicked on the fanfiction myself bc it helps sometimes. BUT THEN SOME DUMBASS WITH BE IN THE COMMENTS “this is romanticizing suicide HOW COULD YOU?”

LIKE STFU it isn’t for you! Again! Don’t like it don’t read it! It HELPS some people cope with it. Like myself!stuff like that CAN help people cope with stuff! You don’t know who’s writing it, you don’t know who’s reading it. If you can’t read it, don’t. But leave it alone. It helps, even if you don’t think so it does.

Fanfiction shit I don’t mind. (This is mostly me making fun of you now)

1. I’ve grown past spelling errors. My mind autocorrects them for me. Their apart of fanfiction! Deal with it! I’m so tired of seeing ppl complaining about it. Like if it’s really bad (like can’t understand the word bad) then fine, sure. But if it’s just something like “the vhair moved forward scratching the wooden floor below it” then move on! ONE OF YALL can call it out. But if it’s the whole comment section just know your a bit annoying.

2. Op main characters. Ima be really honest here. Y’all will hate so fast on a op main character. Screaming “Mary Sue! Mary Sue!” When the character genuinely has flaws and is interesting beyond their powers and shit. Can’t a main character just start off strong? I swear sometimes the main character is weak asf and their are still comments being like “she’s kinda op can we make her weaker?” Or some dif way of saying it. The my hero ff commenters are the worst with this. OC/Y/n could actually have “heart attack” as a weakness and the comments will still be on about how she’s too strong.

Personally I like really strong main characters, Sue me.

Okay! So that’s all for today! Obviously some things might be missing or certain pet peeves I just forgot. I tried to keep it as stuff I’ve seen other ppl complain about too and just… I don’t know. \_0_/

______END NOTES.

At the end of the day fanfiction writers are providing FREE entertainment for us. Unpaid, unappreciated, hours sat at the computer… writing… and writing… then your friend gets hit by a bus and you still have to post an update…! Anyway! Theirs doing US a favor by writing. So no hate. Thank you for providing me a source of joy! (read: JJK X READER FICS)

Thank you for writing these stories, and don’t mind my nitpicks and such. This is just here for me to get out of my system as I’ve been holding it all in for as long as I’ve been reading fan fictions. (8 years)

Expect you Fake X Reader Folks. Fuck you for tagging it that way and blocked. (Not the Y/Ns with appearances I still love you but my hair isn’t red)

THANK YOU! For coming to my Ted talk! <3

#x reader #fanfiction #wattpad #Quotev #fanfiction sucks

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shitposts927383828 · 3 months

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Amazon Prime has the best shows! Like they are really stepping up as the top tier streaming service. Every other one is Subpar.

I will die on this hill right now.

#amazon #amazon prime #hazbin hotel #invincible #the boys #ect

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shitposts927383828 · 3 months

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LISTEN UP PEOPLE!

I WANT MORE INVINCIBLE STUFF! I WANT EVIL VILTRUMIT MARK GRAYSON! EVEN MORE yandere mark Grayson!

I want EVIL mark Grayson fanfiction!!! Is that too much to ask for?

#dc x reader #marvel x reader #invincible #mark grayson #Grayson #mark #yandere #evil #fanfiction #we need more fanfiction where are the authors for this fandom?#I know I’m like two years late but COME ON IM TWO YEARS LATE THEIR SHOULD BE MORE FICS

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shitposts927383828 · 8 months

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That poor, unfortunate, sweet child...

Can you guys tell just how much I like Octavinelle yet

ALSO ALSO was anyone gonna tell me that Flotsam and Jetsam had their own songs in the broadway version of The Little Mermaid or was I just supposed to find out from this cover?

Warning(s): tweels are over-protective/possessive, Azul is a yandere, forced kissing, mentioned fighting and injuries, reader is gn but the term 'merman' is used to refer to them, I'm writing this super late at night again so the quality might not be great

You would do anything to get Jade and Floyd to stop bothering you.

And, well... you did do anything.

You signed your name upon the golden contract scroll.

"Ah, thank you, (Y/N). I assure you, all your problems will be solved very soon."

"...Azul, why do my legs hurt?" You asked, immediately assuming he had something to do with it.

"It's simple. In order for you to get something..." He smiled. "I must take something in return!"

You fell to your knees, screaming out in pain. It it felt like... like someone was stabbing your legs... or like they were melting...

"Does it really hurt that bad?" Azul asked. "Well... I do suppose that'd be rather painful for you... do quiet down, though, we wouldn't want to scare away the other patrons."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" You yelled.

"I simply did what I had to in order to get Jade and Floyd to leave you alone."

That was weeks ago.

What was Azul's solution to the twins bothering you? His solution was... to turn you into a merman. Probably the worst solution he could've thought of, in your opinion.

Well, Jade and Floyd did bother you less now that you were one of them, but still, this sucks.

You were allowed to swim in the stupid little fish tank at Octavinelle's stupid little business and all the stupid little customers find your stupid little new body super cool leading Azul to get more people to agree to his stupid little deals, ugh, you hated it.

Floyd taught you how to use your tail properly, which was nice of him, but it didn't change the fact that he was really fucking annoying.

You didn't want to be here.

Jade and Floyd would wrap their freakishly long tails around you in, I don't know, I guess some kind of hug?

"Poor child." Floyd whispered to you.

"Poor, sweet child." Jade added.

"Aaaahhh, you're not happy with your situation, are you...?"

"How sad."

"How traaagic."

"But (Y/N), don't you know?"

"This is what's best for you!"

"Now that you're here, in the water, a part of our world, we know that you are safe every hour of the day while we're away at school."

"Yeeeah... we were worried for you, just so worried, when you were going to classes! And now that you don't, we don't have to feel so scaaaared for you, ehe~!"

"This is the best solution."

'For you, maybe.' You thought. You wanted to say it out loud, but, well... you don't see that turning out well for you.

But, what the three of you didn't know was that someone else had his myopic eyes on you.

Every day Azul saw you in that new body of yours, he found himself becoming more and more attracted to you.

It was vexing, how beautiful you were. Everything about you. Your fins, your tail's colouration, even the parts of you that didn't change during your transformation somehow was more attractive to him now.

What was different? Was it just that you were now the same species as him? Is that the only reason? No, it's more than that, it HAS to be more than that! Is it... jealousy? Is the only reason he likes you so much because Jade and Floyd like you so much?

Well, whatever the reason, Azul was forced to admit that he was falling in love with you.

"I'll let them have their fun." Azul said to himself, chuckling as he looked into the tank. The twins were too busy smothering you to notice him, and even if they did, there's a thick layer of glass between him and them, they wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying. "I'll let them play with (Y/N) a while longer. But, their time is running out. Long before (Y/N)'s theirs, they will be mine. I'm sure of it."

"Um... Housewarden A-Ashengrotto...?" Some random Octavinelle student asked. "You, uh... not to interrupt your plotting... but, there are some clients waiting for you."

"Ah yes, tell them I'll be right there."

"Yes, Housewarden!" The nameless student ran off.

"(Y/N)... you poor, unfortunate soul. We'll be together soon." He kissed his finger and pressed it to the glass.

Things haven't been getting worse, which is good, but that doesn't mean it's been getting any better.

You've been getting more used to this half-fish body. And it was kinda cool, in a way... you gotta look for the good things in life, you know?

You were just relaxing, wondering if you would ever get to turn back to normal. Then, you heard something enter the water, and the water became... cloudy...?

Oh. Oh, this is ink, isn't it.

"(Y/N), you have to promise not to make fun of me, ok?" You heard a voice that was absolutely Azul ask. Great, this is exactly what you needed.

Wait... maybe it is exactly what you needed! Maybe you can convince him to tear up the contract!

"Why would I make fun of you, Azul?" You asked in a sweet tone. "You're so amazing, there's nothing to make fun of you for!"

"Oh...! Well I... t-that's very kind of you, (Y/N)." Azul said, sounding nervous in a romantic way (don't come for me I couldn't find a word). "Every passing day, every time I see you... I find myself falling deeper in love with you."

The inky cloud disippated, and you saw Azul in his octopus form. And you had one thing you needed to ask.

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses?"

"As an octopus, I have speacial muscles in my eyes that help me overcome my near-sightedness." Azul explained. "Naturally, when in human form, I don't have those muscles and thus need glasses."

"Azul... you like me, don't you...?" You asked.

"Ah-! Yes, I-I suppose that's true..." Azul looked away from you, a blue blush spreading across his face.

'Well, if you do like me, then..." You leaned forwards. "Rip up the contract."

"Mmm... no, I can't do that, (Y/N)..." Azul said, sounding troubled. "That contract is protecting you. You know how... protective... Jade and Floyd are of you. If things were to go back to normal..." He shuddered at the thought.

"What? People would die?" You jokingly asked.

"Well... yes." Azul said. "I'm almost sure that's exactly what would happen."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"But-"

"You'd be much safer with me." Azul stared directly at you. "Wouldn't you agree? I could get Jade and Floyd to agree to a contract where the terms include never being anywhere near you! wouldn't that be perfect? It would, wouldn't it? (Y/N), don't you agree? Don't you agree?!"

"Wha-? G-get your tentacles off me!" You yelled.

"(Y/N), let's make a new deal, why don't we~?" Azul asked, leaning in close as he wrapped his tentacles around you. "I'll give you your legs back..." He whispered. "All you need to do is love me."

Before you could say anything else, two people (or rather, two morays) dove into the water.

Oh, this can't be good.

"What do you think you're doing, Azul?"

"You think you can just try and steal Shrimpy away from us?"

"We won't allow it."

"They're ours."

Azul decided to choose a very risky move. He kissed you. He kissed you directly on the lips, passionately, nearly making out with you. As some sort of power play, maybe? You're not sure why he did it, truthfully.

The aftermath of that was obviously a fight between the trio.

Azul did manage to get out of the water and escape within an inch of his life.

"(Y/N), he didn't hurt you too badly, did he?" Jade asked.

"He didn't hurt me at all!" You insisted.

"He didn't try to force you into a deal, did he?" Floyd asked.

"N-no! No! He didn't! Why would he?" You asked, hoping they wouldn't realize you were lying. That contract Azul mentioned... you can go back to normal, if only you love him! And... and he can make sure the twins never bother you again.

Quite the tempting deal.

"Well alright then!" Floyd smiled almost too widely. "I'm gonna go make sure Azul isn't too injured. All things considered, we need someone to run the Lounge... it'd be so booooooooring running it."

"Yes, agreed. Speaking of injuries, I should go visit the infirmary." Jade said, before turning to you. "(Y/N), you'll be ok on your own, right?"

"O-of course I will! You know me!"

"Alright then! Later Shrimpy!"

"See you soon, (Y/N)."

To be honest, you don't care what you have to do for it to happen, you just want your life to go back to normal.

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shitposts927383828 · 8 months

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“Slip of the tongue, Is no fault of the mind..?” TWST First Years accidentally confess to you

It’s all in the title-MY HANDS REALLY TYPED T*EY CLOVER THINKING THIS IS HEARTSLABYUL AND NOT FIRST YEARS 💀 short scenario write up. Trying a new format shjsjsjdj

**TW: One cuss word from Epel

Ace Trappola

“Argh, you’re so infuriating sometimes, you know that?!” You exclaimed, frustrated with the ginger haired boy in front of you who scowled. “Whatever…” he mumbled, turning away from you as he rolled his eyes.

You flared. “ ‘Whatever’?! Ace, you imbecile, you literally took a blast from that delinquent when we could’ve told a professor! Now you’re stuck in the infirmary! And daring to fight him? How reckless can you get?!” you chided Ace, who once again rolled his eyes and turned away. Yet, his eyes lingered to your form with a lace of guilt in his seemingly annoyed frown. Why do you even worry about him? You always troubled yourself for him when he definitely wasn’t the best guy around.

Why would you still look out for someone as troublesome as he is? And worry about him and stay with him and… care for him? Why?

“What were you thinking when you did that?” Your angry voice rang into his ear. Something in him made him snapped in frustration, his control broken into half. He swiftly turned to face you with an enraged look on his face, making you flinch slightly. But the next thing he said made you feel as if time had stop.

“Because I like you okay?! Do you think I want you to take the hit?” Your breath hitched. Ace softened his frown to become shock, realising he accidentally confessed to you.

“I-I-” Ace tried to come up with an excuse before you cut him off.

“You idiot… I-if you really liked me, then you wouldn’t get hurt for me! Obviously I care about you!” You shouted, a frown etched on your face with a blush burning as red as his own blush…

Deuce Spade

Deuce didn’t expect himself to end up with bandaged knuckles over his callous (and currently bruised) hands in the infirmary.

“Deuce, you punched that punk, obviously it ended with a fight!” You knocked sense into the boy who just looked down while sulking, biting his cheek.

“Why did you even punched him anyway? Just because he upset you doesn’t give you the right to retaliate with violence, I told you that before, right?! Not for his sake, but for your sake that you don’t get into trouble!” you reasoned with a frustrated look on your face.

Never did Deuce expected for you to be the first one rushing to him in the infirmary with a flurry of questions about his well-being and what happened. His heart warmed to the fact you cared for him again. Time and time again, you cared for a delinquent like himself. Even if the past is the past, he couldn’t let go of his sins in history.

When that Savanaclaw delinquent called you a useless student with no magic, he felt that the punch he sent across that punk’s way was to make up for what he was back then, but also because he loved you. He always had.

“Deuce! Listen to me! Why did you punch him?” You asked again, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked at you with a slight frown, mumbling about how they insulted you.

You sighed. “I could have dealt with them you know.” Deuce didn’t know why or what made him say his thoughts out loud. Maybe he wanted to justify himself? Or was it out of impulse? Whatever the case, he just did.

“Well I love you obviously, why would I let him get away with it when he’s right there for me to stop him? What he says isn’t true about you! You’re an amazing, beautiful and-” Deuce stopped to catch on what he was saying, blushing along with your speechless form. “I- I mean-!” You cut him off when you kissed him just as impulsively as he was…

Jack Howl

You were the only one who got to water his cacti. After teaching you the basics, the two of you just never seem to separate from one another. Jack was watering a cactus when you called for him.

“Hey Jack!” You called for him excitedly as he hummed in response.

“You’re looking pretty… sharp with your cacti~” He halted. Did you really just say that?

“Also, hope your Alchemy Assignment doesn’t succ!” You grinned mischievously at him when he turned around with a puckered face.

Sometimes, you just pester him with overly lame puns anyone would grimace at. But even when he does so, you never fail to cheer him up, brighten his day like the sunshine you are.

Maybe that’s why he fell for you.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if you revised. After all, cactus makes perfect!” You giggled. His pretend frown on his face slowly contorted into a burst of laughter, the fam that finally broke the unleashed his bright smile and laugh that made you laugh too.

“Sevens, that was so lame…” he chuckled as he calmed down a little. You smiled too, but immediately open your mouth agape when he said the following.

“I love you so much.”

He smiled to himself, facing a burning red you as he looked baffled. “Are you sick…” he trailed off, finally realising what he said before his cheeks grew red, unsure of what he should say.

“Well, I, um…” he stuttered. “Really?” You finally asked him, his voice stuck in his throat.

Looks like his “cact-I” is turning into a “cact-US”~

Epel Felmier

The petite and small-framed boy hurried over to your dorm, a look of excitement on his face. He felt overjoyed when he smelt the scent of boiling spicy noodles that came from the kitchen and he found you preparing two bowls of it.

“The instant noodles are ready!” You smiled at him. Epel blushed a faint pink, smiling back at you. You’ve always treated him with kindness, you even called him “a man”, something he always wanted to hear. You even said it with sincerity and genuineness that it makes him smile stupidly to himself all the time when he recalled that moment.

It was no mystery to everyone else that he liked you.

Everyone else but you that is.

“Epel, do you like it,” you asked the boy beside you who was slurping the warm, comfort noodles. He never could eat instant noodles in Pomefiore without Vil reprimanding him that it’s unhealthy for his skin. “Yah! Thanks’a Y/n!”

“I’m glad you like them.”

“You always cook them, y/n, of course they’d be fuckin’ great!” He grinned from ear to ear, making you laugh at his rowdy antics showing. He faltered back. “Oh, er, sorry I mean-”

“Don’t worry, I get what you mean. And no I won’t tell Vil,” you giggled.

“Man, I seriously am in love with you.”

You froze, the noodles you were chewing were cut clean into half by your teeth, the noodles that fell out from your mouth splashed back into the hot soup. Epel didn’t thought much when he said that, let alone so confidently without plan after all the times he’s planned a confession for you before never uttering a word out.

You blushed a crimson red, and so does he. He swallowed the lump in his throat, carefully thinking of what his next words should say. “I- I er-” He completely flunked it.

Epel sighed, looking to the ground in shame. “I’m sorry… I really do but if ya don’t-”

“I love you, too.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek wasn’t someone lovey-dovey, or flowery with his language. He told his peers who discuss about love if he were to be in love, he’d just say it to their face with no hesitation.

…He said that before he met you.

Sebek couldn’t comprehend why he couldn’t just say it the moment he caught feelings, and it frustrates him. He planned and planned, but never could carry it out when he faces you.

“Sebek!” His heart raced, swiftly turning to your voice with a scowl on his face. “What is it, human?” he grumbled, secretly joyful about your arrival.

“I er… actually came to you for some advice…” you whispered, leaning closer to his ear as he shivered when he felt your hot breath tickle his ear. Sebek sighed. “What now?”

Honestly, of all the people in your gang he felt a bit lucky you chose him first (although I’m intrigued you did but eh- I would ask him how to make a protein shake-).

“There’s this guy who gave me a letter and… I think it’s a confession letter! He said he wanted to see me outside the gate..! W-what should I do?” He immediately furrowed his pale green brows. Of all things, why this? “Human, do you think I’m an expert in the foolish?” You turned away as you tapped your fingers together. “Well erm, you’ve always been straightforward… I wanted to tell him I’m not really sure if I want to be with that guy but it also gets my point across.”

Without thought, Sebek snatched the letter from your hands and dumped it in the trash can right next to him. “H-hey! Wha-!” And with really no rational thoughts going through him he exclaimed and cut you off, “Tell him you love me because I love you!”

He was furious about it. Unreasonably, yes, but to him it was. How did he accurately feel… what’s that word…? Ah yes.

He was definitely jealous.

A pink hue slowly bloomed to your cheeks, and upon realising what he shouted a red blush soon crept up his cheeks, too.

“H-human, I didn’t-”

“Did you meant it?” You asked as you bit your lip. The way you looked at him… in his head he felt as if you wanted him to say “yes”.

And he hopes he isn’t wrong.

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shitposts927383828 · 10 months

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oohh so can i request a part 2 for my dear strongest

when gojo is secretly a yandere too

“First part”

Warnings: yandere!reader, yandere!gojo, mention of blood and murders and other all sorts of interesting topics related to yandere

Satoru Gojo. He seemed so innocent and sweet, a cheerful fool who managed to get a huge amount of power.

But in fact, he was much more dangerous than anyone could imagine. Under his cheerful mask, an obsessive maniac was hiding.

Gojo was possessed by a sorcerer, but tried to hide it. Still, kidnapping doesn't help to set up a trusting relationship, does it? Therefore, Satoru began to act cautiously, communicating with his colleague, inviting her for small walks to the bakery or offering to join him on missions.

To Gojo's happiness and contentment, the girl he was obsessed with was happy to respond to his little flirtation and invitations to dinner together. Her eyes shone with something pure, but at the same time spoiled. Satoru couldn't figure out what was wrong with her for a long time.

No, he certainly thought that (Y/N) was the most beautiful person on Earth! But... she was obviously hiding something. Gojo saw that it is not as simple as it seems. And he wanted to find out her secret. Maybe he can use the unknown secret to keep the sorceress around him forever, if she doesn't want to do it herself?

It was easy for Satoru to get into someone else's house, because he was not even protected by ordinary "human" alarms. The strongest sorcerer looked around. The apartment where the most beautiful girl lived for him looked completely ordinary.

Gojo looked into the room, which turned out to be a bedroom. His heart leapt into his throat. There was a picture of him and (Y/N) hugging on the table! The sorcerer almost burst into tears with happiness. She still kept it... Satoru happily whistled, putting his hands in his pockets and continuing to walk around the rooms.

Suddenly he found a locked door. It wasn't difficult to find the keys, because they were hanging near the front door. Opening the lock, Gojo looked inside.

What he saw startled him.

The sorcerer felt as if he was in his own storeroom from another universe. There were pictures of him everywhere, a few hand-made plush toys. Scraps of clothing that had been damaged during his missions. (The fabric was gray, because many years had passed since someone could touch it). Packages from the sweets he ate and even his favorite sunglasses, which he thought he had lost during a mission abroad.

Satoru couldn't hide a smile of delight. His gaze was slightly distorted, everything swam around. Gojo felt that it was hard for him to breathe from the feelings that had come over him.

It was so nice to realize that he was loved in return... even if with the same crazy love.

Satoru hurried away, as he saw that the girl living in this apartment was not far away.

From that moment, the sorcerer realized that he didn't have to worry. His love will not go away from him! Gojo also began to realize with surprise that he had never noticed before how he was being watched, how his house was being broken into to steal another small object. (Y/N) did it all so cleverly that Satoru would not have guessed if he had not seen that pantry with his own eyes.

In appearance, the girl of his dreams was the most ordinary person. But now Gojo knew that she was as obsessed as he was. And this attention flattered him so much.

When the elders of the Gojo clan said that their head should get married, Satoru wanted to refuse and send them on a long obscene journey. But suddenly he had an idea in his head, and he agreed.

He considered (Y/N) to be the best, and therefore he was sure that the girl would be able to defeat his newly-made bride in everything. Unfortunately, (Y/S) seems to have seen everything in Nena that was supposedly not in her, and Gojo realized that he screwed up.

However, Satoru did not despair. He saw that his sweet love was getting closer to his fiancee and wanted to know what would happen next.

And if nothing happens… Oh, then Gojo will just kill Nena with his own hands!

While sending his dear (Y/N) on a mission with Nena, Satoru was thinking about what he would do with his fiancee if (Y/S) did not destroy another sorcerer. Because the wedding was coming soon, and Gojo didn't want to marry anyone but his dear love.

So, Satoru fully expected that Nena would not return alive. There was something dark and evil in the depths of the beautiful eyes, and Gojo even regretted that he would not be filmed the death of a young sorceress.

That's just Satoru didn't expect his darling (Y/N) to come back with such a scared face and blood on her face! And when the sorcerer heard that it turned out to be a special rank…

Rage appeared in Gojo's eyes. How did those damn elders dare to send you on such a difficult mission? And if you had died?! Yes, even if you just got hurt, Satoru would kill everyone immediately! Fortunately, you were fine, and the strongest sorcerer calmed down a little, not immediately going to kill, but first wiping the blood from your face and examining the body for wounds.

Gojo thought that after all that mission was in some sense useful, because it led him to the fact that he was now lying on your lap and felt your hands going through his hair.

"Everything will be fine, Satoru-kun," you cooed, massaging his scalp. – I'm here, I'm with you. We'll get through this together.

You've all been talking about how he shouldn't be so upset about his dead fiancee. Gojo himself could only think about how desperately he wants you to call him "Satoru-chan". He saw that you write his name like that on photos with notes like: "He's so cute that I would have died if I hadn't taken this photo then!"

The sorcerer also called you "(Y/N)-chan" to himself. He was so eager to reveal to you that he knows that you are stalking him after work, that you are secretly taking photos of him sleeping, eating and just smiling. He wanted to tell you so much that he knows you're obsessed with him... just like he's obsessed with you.

Satoru needed your love more and more every day, with every photo of himself found in your bag, left unattended when you went to the cafe toilet. His thirst for your touch became stronger and stronger, and today, when it was a month since his fiancee died – "anniversary", if I may say so – he was going to get you for himself.

When Gojo got up, you flinched, a little surprised by his actions. Looking at his face, you tried to find at least some emotion, but it was impossible to read the sorcerer. Did I fail? Is he going to leave me now? No, I can't allow that! I am!..

You rushed forward, stretching out your arms and clutching Satoru to your chest. The man with white hair was taken aback, falling back onto the sofa. His hands held the body, and an almost two-meter man did not fall on you.

–I know it hurts you, Satoru-kun! – you whispered into his hair. – I understand that it is very difficult to lose such a close person. But you can talk to me! I will always help you, you know! I will never leave you, no matter what! I will always be with you, Satoru-kun. I will never betray you!

Your words sounded so cute, but Gojo and you knew what they really meant. "I'm the only one you can trust. I'm the only one who won't leave you, everyone else can betray you. I'm the only one you need. Don't go, don't go, don't go..."

The sorcerer was silent, and you anxiously seized his body with your feet, so that he would not leave. But suddenly his quiet but satisfied voice was heard.

–I'll feel much better if you start calling me “Satoru-chan”. Are you okay with that, (Y/N)-cha-an?

Your eyes lit up with a mad fire, and you quickly nodded. The smile of a predator that has cornered its prey involuntarily appeared on your lips.

–I don't mind it, Satoru-cha-a-an. Moreover, I will do anything for you!

Gojo lifted his face from your chest and looked into your eyes. You tried to smile innocently at him, but you couldn't hide your delight. Looking into the blue saucers, you suddenly recognized the same look that scared your friends every time a white-haired sorcerer appeared nearby.

–Anything? Then kiss me, (Y/N)-chan.

Your heart jumped and you trembled under his blue gaze. Reaching out, you gently cupped his soft cheeks, and Gojo closed his eyes, enjoying these touches. I want her hands to always touch me. The sorcerer leaned closer, and you gently kissed him for the first time, wishing that there was at least a phone with a built-in camera nearby.

You've been dreaming about this for so long. Lying in bed in a big and old sweater that you were able to steal from Satoru, you thought about how his lips would feel on yours. The smell of the sorcerer entered your nostrils with every breath, and you trembled with the feeling that it was Gojo that made you feel so warm with his embrace.

And so you kissed him right on the lips. So nice, so sweet… You almost flew to heaven.

You've kissed people before. But it is this kiss that will be the first for you. A kiss with a man for whom you are ready to kill anyone and die on your own. A kiss with a man you're crazy about. A kiss with a person for whom you will kneel down and pray as if to God.

Although Satoru is god anyway, so why "as if"?

When Gojo slowly moves away from you, the same emotions dance in his eyes as in yours. He bends down and bites you hard on the shoulder, leaving a mark, and you are surprised to dig your nails into his shoulder.

–You're definitely mine now, – he giggles, licking your skin. You blush and hug him harder before biting the sorcerer's ring finger.

–I would say that this way the chance increases.

Satoru giggles and leans closer, kissing you again.

–Doesn't it scare you that we're... like this? – asks Gojo, having long understood from your look that you guessed his true nature.

–As long as I can be with you, Satoru-chan, I will accept even the fact that you are a serial maniac.

The sorcerer chuckles softly in response and kisses you again.

It all ends with you cuddling with him on the couch, feeling a bright satisfaction.

Suddenly, everything is interrupted by a quiet and insane laugh. You look down and see that Gojo is looking at your face. He reaches out and gently strokes your cheek. His voice is quiet and filled with crazy love.

He says his next words as a fact. You only confirm them with a nod, smiling in response, as if all this is normal. "You're mine forever, (Y/N)-chan."

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The Red Thread of Fate

Inspired by this art. (Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/57905513).

You are meant for another person, completely another. And Satoru Gojo knew it, saw it perfectly every time you talked to him. But who is fate to argue with the most powerful sorcerer?

Au, where 30% of people are connected to each other by the red thread of fate, which can only be seen when approaching soulmate

Warnings: a little yandere!gojo and light themes of violence

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Black Mamba XI

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 2.2k Betas : @moccahobi (Please the way she puts so much effort and thought into this story! I love you I love you I love you <3) Banner and divider : @jaeism Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : Very sorry for the wait but here I am! I actually had this chapter written for a while now but life decided it hates me and who am I to fight that 🤡 Anyways! Hope you guys like this one, feedback is always appreciated and I’m very very sorry for the wait <3

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Between The Bloodshed (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of them through recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Epilogue

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

| cw: gender neutral reader, kidnapping, forced affection, and possessive behavior.

DEMON PRINCE who scoffs when he sees what his soldiers have brought him after they captured you. You've been wandering around in places you weren't supposed to, and look where that got you. He decides to keep you. He needs someone to entertain him when he's bored with all the responsibilities he has to deal with.

DEMON PRINCE who watches your every move. He's just so fascinated with you. He studies your very move and observes, wanting to know every little thing about your body language. You can't help but feel uneasy when he gives you a hungry look when he's watching you.

DEMON PRINCE who shoots a death glare to any other demon who stares at you for too long, or is too close to you. You can't even have any friends. The closest people you can talk to are the guards and servants, but you only talk to them to convince them to help you find a way to escape. Not that they're going to help you with that, anyway.

DEMON PRINCE who dresses you up in the most beautiful clothes and jewels. No matter how revealing your outfits are, you're going to wear them. He wants to show you off as much as possible, letting everyone know that you're his.

DEMON PRINCE who is incredibly touch starved. There are times where he forces you into his lap and holds you down, threatening to hurt you if you dare try to squirm. He gives you kisses and light touches, regardless if rather or not you want it.

DEMON PRINCE who seems to scare you, even when he doesn't mean to. He gently reassures you, reaching out to give you light and loving touches, but to his dismay, you flinch.

DEMON PRINCE who watches you sleep whenever he gets the chance. He feels at peace watching you sleep, gently running his fingers through your hair. But because of him, there are times where you have nightmares of him. He gently shakes you awake and coos sweet nothings, holding you close despite your attempts to push him away from you.

DEMON PRINCE who has guards and servants to look after you while he's away. All the exists and entrances are blocked, and the only thing you can do is wander around the palace, where thousands of eyes watch over you.

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shitposts927383828 · 1 year

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Could we possibly be fed with more sea monster/creature reader? Mayhaps how we met Yan handler?

(I'll come back to the meet in another post cuz I had this cute idea I wanted to share first)

Sunlight pours into aquarium as the tank's latch is unlocked, rolling over your scales with a new shine. The tank was a glass box all around, but the bullet proof window above blocked out the harsher, nurturing rays. You turn over onto your back to give your frontside the same treatment.

It was heaven - just the right amount of comfort to drag you back into the depths of sleep if it hadn't been for the gentle knocking on the side of the tank. It's soft enough to not cause you discomfort, but loud enough that you can't fall back asleep.

So much for a lazy weekend.

Kicking yourself into an upright position, you swim to the top of the tank and pop your head out of the water. It's a Sunday, so the aquarium should be empty, but there was the unfortunate reality that the park's staff still existed. Before you can express your anger in the form of a snarl or gnashing teeth, a strip of fish meat bides your stalker another blissful second of your silence.

"Good morning to you too, Starfish. I'm glad there's something that keeps you from clawing my face off every morning. Not that I mind. Spit?"

You spit the fish bones into the human's hands. The freak gleefully pockets the remains, probably keeping them to add to the necklace around their neck. They wipe off their hand on their jeans and face the cart behind them.

"Are you ready for your walk?"

You circle around in your tank and slap at the wall with your webbed hands, splashing water all over them. Since you were forced to be awake, you'd take anything over the monotony of your spacious prison. Your handler just laughs at your response and shakes their head.

"I don't understand what that means, Y/n. Use your words."

Your tongue clicks against the rough of your mouth as you hiss. "Now...."

The handler wants to slap themself for not having their camera ready at all times. Thank God the security cameras can pick up the buzzing of a fly.

"I'll take that, for now. Time for some fresh air. They wheel the cart up to the tank and hold out their arms. "Your chariot, and servant await."

Making another lap around the walls, you leap over the side of the tank and into the cart with their assistance - sinking to its blue floor. The water is a little cooler than the tank, but it reminds you of the sea on a autumn day. Your tail hangs out of it as you get comfortable. Your handler bents down to whisper in your ear.

"Remember our deal. Keep your head down when others walk by, no trying to escape, and no biting or else you have to wear the muzzle."

You hated that thing. It's not like you could get far if you tried to flee anyway. You've already tried. Your handler takes your silence as an agreement, and closes the lid of your tank as they wheel you off into the park. Their boss was strict about uniform even on slow days, but their new haircut and other cosmetic touch ups made this feel like what it was in their mind rather than an assigned duty. A midmorning stroll with their fiesty, aquatic love.

You don't do much during the walk besides look around and hiss at the occasional seagull. It's mostly stuff you'd seen before, but it still feels brand new when you only experience it once a week. Halfway through the walk, your handler figures now would be the perfect opportunity to work on your speaking skills.

"Red."

"Blue."

"You're supposed to repeat after me, but it's good you're speaking at all. Please follow me this time."

Why should it matter? You're learning their language, and it doesn't seem to be required as during your performances you're never asked to speak.

"Goodmorning"

"Morning."

"Thank you"

"Thank..'

"I love you."

"...liar."

Should've known it wouldn't be easy to trick you like that. Still, your choice of wording makes their heart ache. Your situation was hard on you both. They wanted you home too. Your handler plays off the pain with another laugh.

"Has Marcy been hanging around your tank again? I swear, that's the only word she knows after we caught her stealing lunches again. Looks like we're here."

Your handler parks your cart at the cliffside overlooking the city. Your home was only a mile way, waves pocketed by the land foundation that streches farther than depth perception can tell. So close, yet so far. The rocks below made jumping impossible not to mention the roads and people in the way. Air bubbles float to the surface as you submerge yourself in the icy cold water. Your handler rests a hand over the glass.

"I know you're suffering right now, Starfish. I'm doing everything I can to make this better for you, but someday you'll be free again. You'll never have to see another human besides me and you'll finally be home."

From the look in their eyes and past declarations - you are well aware they don't mean the ocean.

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Could we maybe see the first meeting between fast food worker reader and the handpit

"Y/n! Some kid lost his teddy in the ball pit!"

You peel yourself from the breakroom chair with the minuscule amount of energy you had regained from it. You learned the first week on the job to never expect a moment of rest, but that didn't make losing precious break time any better.

The ball pit had been a pain since its reopening a full week back. Customers loosing precious items, child claiming to have been scared out of the pit by a scary monster. In defense of the first thing it probably isn't the greatest idea to wear great grandma's wedding ring to a restaurant where the police leaves the phone on the receiver when they call in.

You enter the main area. A parent shouts at the cashier while clutching a sniffing child's name; a glimmer of hope in their eyes as you walk out.

"This is exactly why I don't let my children into those disease pools! If you don't bring my son, his toy this entire franchise is going under!:

Your coworker's eyes water. You throw them a thumb's up as you pedal to the playarea. It's common knowledge you're in this nightmare together so most helped one another when they could.

The play area was your average child's environment. Overhanging tubes leading to a twisting slide. Colorful walls and statues of the mascot looming in watch. The ball pit. The windows to the parking lot had been painted over after similar reports of odd behaviors outside.

You walk over to the wall where the net for such occasions was stored, but it's gone. Figures. Nothing's easy around here. You pop your shoes off and squeeze them into a cubby as per comand of your commerical marketed overlord. You fish around at the top before doing as expected and climbing into the pit when you can't find it on the surface sweep.

The balls come up to your waist, but you can feel they go further than that as you kicking through them. The ball pit was as big as your average swimming pool, so you definitely had your work cut out for you. Better than being screamed at by customers from hell you suppose.

The search is gruelling. Each ball you push out of the way is replaced by a tidal wave of more. You unknowingly sink down to your chest as your frustration rises. It feels like the pit hasn't been cleaned in ages either. Some of the balls sticky and wet, and you're poked and stabbed at by objects were too thin and hard to be a plush bear-

What was that?

You freeze. A pocket forms in the sea of balls to your left, sucking the plastic orbs into themselves like a technicolor sinkhole. You figure its because you had previously just lift that area and swim forward. Something tugs on your pant's leg mid stroke, but your other foot kicks it away as you move. As the lights flicker you get the feeling someone is messing with you.

"Not funny!"

So much for being a team player. You better hurry and find this thing so you can head out early today. About tew feet in front of you, the bear's button eye watches your struggle. Stopping it, you dart towards it, but it sinks into the pit. It then reappears another foot away.

"What the hell.... This really isn't funny.."

You try again. It disappears. This time it teleports behind you. Stagnate in the spherical waters, you watch as the bear disappears and pops back within view in a different location. Sometimes it's at the end of the pit, sometimes it's mere inches away. This definitely isn't right. You need to get out of here. As you swim for the ledge, something drags you below.

You kick and flail, a scream fighting its way up your chest that you shove right back down to save energy. You can't breath. Your body feels weightless like you're swimming in a lake, yet the same air as falling out of the skin. Hands grab at various parts of yoir body. Items flash by as you're dragged further. Ancient photos, priceless watches- name tags.

As a hand wraps around your throat, you scream.

"You..."

Your plunge takes an abrupt stop.

"We did not recognize you at first, but that voice. It is unforgettable."

The hands turn you over. You can't tell if it's onto your back or your stomach. All you really can see is the plastic balls, but if you squint you can make out two white dots in the endless sea.

"So this is your face. We have only seen it in passing from your memories. How peculiar is man that in our eons of evaluation, your cerebrum is the single power that has twine our minds into one? In this "pit" of all things."

The hands stroke at your face; force your eyes to remain open. They carcass your tense form, easing your body but not your spirit. You want to cover your ears, but you can't. The voice is so loud; what feels like millions cramming into your small brain at volume which makes your teeth rattle with each syllable. In the same vein, it is the softest melody you've ever heard - splitting your fragile mind in two and sewing it together again with its gentle hush.

"You are different. You cannot enjoy us. The honor of being your new home would be wasted with your mind lost to the masses. You are to remain in this establishment until we decide what to do with you."

The hands center on your torso and push you upwards. Light pokes through the spaces between the balls as you're forced to the surface of the pit. The teddy bear lays on your chest as you surf atop the balls, staring down as if it's wondering the same thing as you.

What the fuck just happened

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shitposts927383828 · 1 year

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Maybe Yandere Other Boyfriend? Like from Coraline Universe. I think this qualifies as nonhuman

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

| cw: gender neutral reader, gaslighting, screaming, and reader gets locked up.

OTHER BOYFRIEND who welcomed you with open arms when you first wake up. You were in a room that was very similar to yours, but there were a few changes that you noticed...Which included your 'boyfriend' being in the house.

OTHER BOYFRIEND who is awfully sweet and charming. He kind of reminds you of those fictional, perfect boys you would find in a cliche romance. He's almost too good to he true. However, you can't help but notice that something is off about him that you can't put your finger on...Espeically with the way he smiles at you.

OTHER BOYFRIEND who tries to convince you that he's better than your 'real' boyfriend. He's everything you ever wanted! In fact, he's passed your expectations and did things your real boyfriend could never accomplish.

OTHER BOYFRIEND who always tries to change your mind when you try to leave. "Don't you want to spend time with me, my love? Why don't you stay awhile? I can make it worth your time unlike...the other guy you used to date." You two are dating now! You don't need anyone else.

OTHER BOYFRIEND who gets annoyed and frustrated when you ask when can you see your real boyfriend again. What a silly thing to ask. Your boyfriend is right there infront of you! He gets up and walks away, not wanting to argue with you.

OTHER BOYFRIEND who looks everywhere for you when you go around looking for an exit. But instead, you find another room that looks like your real boyfriend's room...

OTHER BOYFRIEND who screams at you in rage when you would find out about the previous lovers he's had in this room; you looked through pictures and items that belonged to his previous lovers. He takes his victims and disguises himself as their lovers, making them fall in love with him only for them to take their souls to eat.

OTHER BOYFRIEND who takes you to his chambers and locks you up. "You've been very ungrateful. After all, I've done for you and you sneak around and do this? You disappoint me. You will come out when you learn to be appreciative." He says before leaving you alone in the darkness.

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Hero!Yandere x Reincarnated GN!Reader

TW: kidnapping, mentions of violence, mentions of death, infantalization, no minors plz

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You smiled brightly, following the arch with your eyes. This was it. You were finally going to leave here. You’d lived in this small town all of your life and you were finally moving on to bigger and better things. There was nothing holding you back anymore.

You took one step and froze when your eyes met his.

Tasman.

He was waiting in the archway. You hated to admit it, but it was as if he was expecting it. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be off, defeating the demon king with his merry band of fellow heroes.

Smiling, Tasman walked closer before kissing you on the cheek.

“Hi lover, how have you been?”

“Tasman, what are you doing here?”

He smiled, taking your hand in his as he lead you further into the village.

“We need to talk.”

~*~

“What was I supposed to do‽” you demanded, breathing hard as you clenched your fist. It’d become obvious that Tasman had placed a tracking spell on you before he left. It alerted him when you were nearing the edge of the village and he’d only appeared so quickly because you’d never been outside the village before.

In none of your lives.

“Was I supposed to wait for you to come back?” You laughed bitterly. It was impossible to cover up you disdain. “I’d be old and wrinkled, in love and stupid because I believed that you would actually come back for me.”

“Don’t say it like that.” He tried to come forward, placing a hand on your arm, but you slapped it away.

“No!” You moved away from him, crossing your arms as you looked at the luggage he had been so kind to bring back to your house. “I’m not interested in hearing your excuses! I don’t care if you still loved me or love me! I loved you and it broke my heart to hear how you eventually ended up getting married to anything with a skirt.”

“You don’t understand.”

Your laugh was almost hysterical as you cut him off. “The princess? A political marriage encouraged by the king. How could the honorable hero say no?”

He shook his head, but you didn’t acknowledge it. You gathered your things as you continued your rant. “But then there was the priestess acting as a saint of the kingdom and even though in ever other timeline she was forbidden to marry, what are the odds that you beat them? Pretty fucking great apparently. Nothing is too hard for the hero.”

Disgust and anger was obvious in your tone but what Tasman felt most was hurt, oozing from every word you said.

“The mermaid in one of your little side adventures, the Fae queen who was mysteriously drawn out of hiding. Even the demon lord got a chance! But me?” You shook your head as you glared at him. “The childhood best friend, forever to only be an afterthought in your story.”

Tasman was quiet. He couldn’t deny that there was an immense truth to your words, but he didn’t want to accept what you were trying to say.

You understood the feeling of fading hope too well. You’d grown old time and time again, believing in the lie called true love. Your heart grew colder with each life you spent waiting for a future that you never got to have.

“I’m tired of living for you, Tasman. I’m tired of waiting and passing up on the opportunities to escape this lonely, shitty life of mine. I’m not doing it anymore.”

You walked to the door, but his hand easily held it closed.

“Don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”

You turned, pushing him away in anger but he didn’t budge.

“I don’t want to talk. I want to leave. I want to get on with my life without you in it.”

“Don’t say that.” Tasman begged. He pulled the bag off of your shoulders despite your protests, pulling you further into the house.

“I want you to exist safely. I understand that it’s hard being away from me, but can’t you see that I can’t be with you as long as the demon lord exists? I’m just asking you to wait.”

“I’ve waited!” you exploded. “For eight of my fucking lives I waited for you. In each one you completed your mission and didn’t come back for me.” It hurt to say, but it was the truth. You continued to remind yourself of it so you’d never go back. No matter how many times you fell in love with him, you couldn’t forget the many versions of broken hearts you experienced, each more painful than the last. You felt foolish to fall for the same person, time and time again, but you finally decided that enough was enough.

You’d let him go. You had to.

~*~

Tasman walked into the messy room; it looked like a hurricane passed through before he got there.

He stepped over the scattered debris, pretending as if they weren’t even there as he sat next to the glaring you. If he noticed your heated gaze, he didn’t acknowledge it.

He continued to smile, uncovering an appetizing platter of fruit.

“You haven’t been eating much lately. The chef said fruit shouldn’t be too hard on your stomach.”

He stabbed a strawberry with a fork before holding it near your mouth. “Your favorite.”

You slapped the fork out of his hand, hearing it clatter onto the ground before the strawberry rolled away. You crossed your arms, looking away from him.

The smile didn’t leave his face as he went to pick up the fork. Setting it down slowly, you jumped in alarm when the table suddenly cracked. He pulled his hand away, the place where his fingers had been crumbling into dust.

“Luckily, I brought another fork.” He said in a quiet voice. He picked up another strawberry, the smile on his face morphing as he brought it close to you once again. “Open wide!” He said in a sickly sweet tone.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were afraid of him.

He’d whisked you away, deciding that you were throwing a tantrum because you hadn’t seen him in so long. He could’ve left you in the village, forcing you to stay by placing a barrier around you, but he decided he wanted to mend your relationship. It didn’t matter that you complained, that you screamed when he grabbed you around the waist before carrying you like luggage out of the village. The locals watched the spectacle, women covering their mouths in shock as others looked on. No one would stand in the way of the hero after all.

His party looked shocked when he brought you back to their base, unafraid to ask questions until a piercing look shut them all up. He wouldn’t be questioned about the mysterious stranger he was locking in his bedroom.

You never expected violence from Tasman, but you should’ve assumed that it was natural for him considering the number of people he killed in the name of justice. He was the hero and the hero always put the people’s needs before his own.

But only if it meant keeping you by his side.

You’d try to talk to the other members of his party, begging them to help you, to allow you a chance to escape if they didn’t want to get directly involved, but you were promptly informed of the treaty that Tasman had made with the king of your country.

The country would turn a blind eye to one citizen being held against their will and in return their hero would defeat the demon king. You could’ve appealed. You wanted to. But that would never happen. Tasman refused to let you leave his room until you proved to him that you could behave and the country would never choose a citizen over their beloved hero. You could imagine the looks you’d receive for even suggesting that they choose you over their savior.

It was for the greater good.

You should’ve been happy. There were people falling over their feet just to get a glimpse at the hero and yet you were sitting here, ungrateful to be blessed with his pampering. He would take over the world for you if you asked, but you would rather the world be destroyed for a taste of freedom?

It was selfish.

You were selfish. It was his favorite words to say whenever you begged him to let you go. He was out, risking his life for the sake of the world, fighting as hard as he could for a chance to come back to you, and you wanted to leave him.

“Don’t do this.” he said, when you continued to ignore his prodding. “How am I supposed to fight if I’m constantly worrying over your health? You have to eat.” When you continued to refuse him, you felt the words come before he even said them.

“You’re being selfish.”

You knew by now that there was no point in arguing with him. No matter how much truth existed in your words, they’d immediately be brushed away as he shushed you. Cooing about how wrong you were. He told you time and time again that he just wanted to protect you. About how there were big, bad things out there in the big, bad world you lived in and how this was the only way he could keep you safe.

It didn’t matter how many times you lived to see death knocking at your door, hands withered from the experience of life. He knew best. He knew what was right for you. You would be happy if you just listened to him.

If you just gave in.

It didn’t matter that he was essentially threatening to let the world burn if it meant that he couldn’t have you. He’d told you time and time again how important you were to him. He’d threaten you, yell at you, call you selfish.

It was your fault that people were dying. He could save them if only you would listen to him. If only you would eat or let him hold you. Little concessions on your part meant the preservation of mankind. How inconsiderate could you be to think you mattered more than that?

His selfishness didn’t matter because he was the greater good. If you didn’t give into what he wanted, he was willing to show you just how selfish he could be.

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