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mango-bango-bby · 8 months
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Can I request more for the bakery au but headcanons for bakery! Darling meeting Megumi and then Itadori and just kinda adopting them as their son? Gojo and Nanami and these two boys being darling’s family is just so cute to me 😭💕 We need more platonic darings and their teenage sons-🌻
♡ Adoptive Parent ♡
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic, adoptive parents, mostly just fluff, slight jealousy
Summary: Both of your boyfriends have kids that they’ve taken under their wing, you’re determined to get them to like you (Yandere!Nanami x GN!Reader x Yandere!Gojo/Platonic!Megumi x GN!Reader x Platonic!Itadori)
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♡ You were excited when you started dating Satoru and Kento, you loved both of them. However you weren’t excited to meet Megumi, you knew about him after a month or two of dating them.
♡ You understood that Satoru sort of acted as an adoptive father to Megumi but you were so nervous to meet him. You were honestly just worried that Megumi wouldn’t like you and that it would ruin your relationship. Although they would love you no matter what.
♡ You met Megumi a couple of years ago so he was a bit younger. He was quite aloof and didn’t exactly talk much. But you tried to get him to like you. And he did, he would never admit it to you but he definitely saw you as a parent. You helped him when he needed help. You gave him comfort. You left him alone when he wanted to be alone. You were just generally amazing.
♡ You tended be pretty parental, you started calling Megumi your son within a month of meeting him (although he likes it). You’re just a comforting presence. He always felt he could come to you when he needed to talk. And you had the most comforting hugs that you always gave him. Megumi would never admit it but you were his parent.
♡ You make lunch for both Kento, Satoru, and Megumi. You usually leave them notes too. They all love it. That’s how Itadori found out about you, he was bothering Megumi and saw his lunch. Megumi told him to buzz off. Although Gojo told Itadori all about his and Kentos lovely partner! That made Itadori want to meet you though, you were his mentors partner after all!
♡ Megumi introduces Itadori to you while you’re at work one day, you run a local bakery. You were just excited that Megumi seemingly had a friend. You excitedly introduced yourself, Itadori really likes you. You were super sweet, you were like a parent, plus you gave him free cake.
♡ You can’t wait to tell Satoru and Kento that Megumi had a friend. They already knew but seeing how excited you were that your son had a friend, they let you be excited. They love when you get parental, you’re just such a caring person. They get excited for you, even if they already know Itadori.
♡ Nanami and Gojo kind of get jealous of the attention you give the kids, but they know that you love both of them too. Nanami loves spending time with you to make up for it. Gojo is more clingy and likes to physically cling onto you and hug you
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
(A/N: Rahhhh I’ve been feeling so uninspired lately 😭😭 I apologize if there are less fics than normal because I’m just lazy and uninspired at the moment but I’ll get back to writing I promise 💕💕)
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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crisiscutie · 7 months
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the reunion...is nothing to fear.
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Pairing: Pregnant Darling/"Fluffy" Sephiroth
Word Count: 680
Content Warning: Psychological/Emotional Abuse.
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The grandfather clock ticked away as Sephiroth traced the stretch marks of your swollen belly. He used his other hand to work the tension out of your back as you kept your focus on the clock. Judging by the time, your triplet boys aren't done with school yet. Few more hours. If only you could turn time faster. But it doesn't matter. The man you were trying to escape from has now invaded your new, lovely home, humming his favorite lullaby as you sat on his lap. Your new, lovely home, now corrupted by his presence. Maybe that's why your unborn child is kicking so much now; for you to get away from him.
Yet there was something peculiar about the way his hold on you felt. It's gentle and loving, but also constricting and possessive. You're almost like a poor fly caught in a spider's web. The spider is just waiting for the right moment to feast.
Despite the effort and hard work you put into escaping with your triplet boys, it amounted to nothing. Signs of Sephiroth's presence were always around you; Your precious boys kept asking about those strange dark feathers around your new home, their school, and even in other places, like your favorite grocery store. They wanted to know when their father would stop playing games. But you simply brushed it off, telling them that their father wouldn't be joining you all soon. They were confused, sad even, but they understood the hint to drop the subject. You hated saying that to them yourself, but it was necessary.
The dark feathers you saw were some of the many invitations to the reunion that you ignored. And now, this is fate. Your precious, innocent boys will become like their father. You still loved Sephiroth, but you could never love the path he took. His relentless slaughter of innocents and confining you all in his so-called "tower of love". That's why you had to get away from him. You tried your best, but this is where your "best" landed you.
Your baby's movements grew more forceful as he stopped tracing your stretch marks. He whispered into your ear with that same charming, velvety voice, but you knew it wasn't his old self. He still had that dark look around his slit eyes and a dangerous edge to his voice. You knew that his heart still beats for his family, but it's forever enshrouded in darkness.
"I wonder," he asked, "what name have you chosen for her?" Your dull eyes darted to your covered patio door, watching the rays of the beautiful sunlight slightly retract. You should have opened more windows when you returned from grocery shopping. You're amazed that you could still see in this gloomy and dark setting. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your voice. But his question weighed heavily on your mind. It's true, you hadn't considered a name for your unborn child, let alone knew that it was going to be a girl. Your unexpected pregnancy with this little one almost deterred you from making your getaway with the triplets, but you pressed on. In the coming weeks, you were so focused on getting away from Sephiroth, you've neglected almost everything else. You didn't even have to turn around to see that his lips curled into a smirk, almost like he knew what you were thinking. His lips pressed against your ear, speaking in a lower, ominous voice.
"...JENOVA... A fine name for her."
Your eyes had widened at both his voice and his declaration. Naming your child after a dead family member wasn't unusual, but something about it had made your heart race. Your baby had ceased her kicking as his hold on you had grown slightly more constricting. Gazing weakly at the grandfather clock, you had realized that not much time had passed. He had begun his delusional ramblings, a dark chuckle echoing in your mind, as a lone tear had trailed down your cheek.
"The reunion at hand may bring joy, it may bring fear, but let us embrace whatever it brings."
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This fic is based on one of my favorite prompts I've done so far on this blog. Context: The darling fled with her children to find a better life after Fluffy Sephiroth's corruption in this alternative path of the Domestic AU.
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screeblees · 9 months
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Yandere! Friend (to Lover)‘s Plan!
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Ahh here’s the headcannons for Yandere! Friend here !
This is some domestic! Yandere scenarios I guess, where they’ve convinced the reader to move in together and are changing from being seen as a Friend to being seen as a Lover!
Find my Masterlist here !
Please enjoy! <3
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All Yandere! Friend wants is to take You away from everything and be the only person in your life.
Yandere! Friend has long since convinced you to go along with this by letting you be involved in the fantasy, help plan it with a healthy amount of guiding and once every detail is thought of… well you wanted this too, didn’t you? We’re going to move in together and be happy forever! Far away!
The ideal place would be somewhere with fewer people, like the countryside or the highlands. Even another country altogether, with a population on the lower end so nobody would be around to bother the two of you. This way no annoying “friends” or family members would be able to stop by unannounced and interrupt Yandere! Friend’s time with you.
No matter what your job previously was before moving, Yandere! Friend insists you quit and find one that allows you to work from home. Even though they’ll try to getting one that also allows them to work from home, but they may have to occasionally go into work for a few hours. But they much prefer knowing you’re tucked away in your shared safe haven instead of out and about. Of course they know you leave sometimes, that’s what the numerous trackers are for, silly! And of course you know about them! (They wouldn’t risk you finding a hidden tracker and potentially getting upset with them.) They tell you everything, and you tell them everything! Everything. To make it fair, you also have a tracker on them so you can watch them on their way home if you really feel like it.
If they hadn’t finished snapping the line between Friend and Lover then once you both get settled into your new home, they’ll strongly cross the line. 
Yandere! Friend may begin with movie nights in bed where you two cuddle - something they’ll certainly have long since established as mandatory for an enjoyable movie night - and maybe their hands will wander a bit more than usual, resting on some more sensitive places than they had previously dared to. Maybe if they’re the big spoon they’ll let their head rest on your shoulder, maybe their mouth will happen to be open and happen to find the skin of your shoulder and neck in their mouth, and maybe they’ll leave small marks behind.
Maybe Yandere! Friend will gift you some clothing they’d love to see you in, after snooping through your wardrobe for all your different sizings. That clothing may range from something cute they knew you’d like to something more exposed that they’d just love to see you in, and maybe just the idea of you wearing something they’d bought for you made their possessive heart beat a little faster. And if they discovered some of your other tastes while snooping, well that’s just good to know for when all their planning comes to fruition.
Yandere! Friend shall insist on cooking every day and every night, perfecting all your favourite meals and just eating up your expressions every time your face lights up at the taste of their food.
When they do let you cook, Yandere! Friend is practically wrapped around you, their arms around your waist, their head against your back. And no matter what you make or the quality of it, they love that they’re eating something made by you.
If you’re on the more sociable side then Yandere! Friend will make sure to know about everyone you could come into contact with and figure out who may try and come between you two and who to allow, so they can guide you away from the threats before they even have a leg to stand on. Just like back home, only more efficient. If you’re not, well they’ll only convince you to lean into that.
Not to mention when the two of you go into town for your weekly groceries, Yandere! Friend makes it extremely obvious to the locals that you are theirs; an arm around your waist or hands holding one another, the look on their face alone when they look at you, and their expression when someone steps a little too close to you all show that you are theirs.
Of course you have your own bedrooms - officially - but in actuality you usually sleep together, I mean it’s totally by accident on your side. Yandere! Friend just has a habit of falling asleep towards the end of your nightly movie nights - usually in your bed to ensure you don’t try to quietly leave - trapping you beneath them and you just can’t bring yourself to wake them - and if you try, they’ll only mumble to you to just go to sleep - so you just turn out the lights and snuggle up as you have oh so many times before.
At some point or another, Yandere! Friend has taken the leap from friendly jokes about being a couple to outright stating that’s what you are. I mean… it’s so obvious, I can’t believe everyone doesn’t already know? People back home just don’t get it… 
The few locals who see you two together have long since come to that conclusion and once Yandere! Friend or should it now be Yandere! Friend to Lover convinced you that it’s always been this way, you’re just so silly and oblivious, then the two of you go on to be the happiest you have ever been, they somehow become even more touchy and affectionate than before. Their possessive rants and habits make you feel secure in your relationship and they’re elated that every single one of their yandere tendencies can be out in the open without judgement. From anyone.
All the while the locals think the two of you to be the cute young foreign couple who live on the very far edge of town and seem polite enough. At least they won’t be in Yandere! Friend to Lover’s way.
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mangospams · 2 years
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Voting for my domestic requests 💞💓
Keigo helping reader through a home birth (AFAB reader) 🍯
Tamaki with a daughter who inherited his anxieties 🐝
More clingy Tabiki who doesn’t let Dabi and reader have any alone time 🌼
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starryylies · 8 days
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Loser! König fucking your panties
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Poor baby he’s so needy and desperate half the time
Hes so touch starved ong :((
Gets hard even if your hand brushes his
But he's so gentle with you
But sometimes he can't control himself
How could he with a pretty lil thing like you
Who would’ve thought though
That the big mean and brutish soldier is humping his dick into your dirty panties that he stole from the hamper to get himself off
Nasty, nasty pervert
so nasty that he doesn't stop fucking it even when you enter the room
Instead the shameless brute locks his eyes with yours as he fucks his angry red cock into your panties
But you're not any less are you?
Locking eyes while you’re rubbing your thighs
Looking up at him like a needy lil pup wanting a treat for being a good girl
His raspy voice groans lustfully
“C’mere Schatz, look at what you did”
“Be a good little girl and fix it f’me yea”
A smirk plasters his face as
You move closer towards him
Slowly,
Like a predator carefully approaching its prey
Your soft hands grip onto könig's cock, stroking it languidly
Stroking his cock into the soft material of your panty
How disgusting
But looking at him being such a mess
Was heaven
"Kö daddy you wanna cum?"
"Y-yes schatz, fuck please"
Dirty bastard fucking your panty like it's your cunt,
Dirty fucking bastard cumming into those panties
And you dirty little slut wearing those cum soaked panties for the remaining day
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virgamsysxvolumes · 2 months
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Masterpost Haunted Masters
The Haunting of Masters Manor
Inspiration from this post (here) from @dclovesdanny
[Tags/TW: Trans!Danny, implied SA(false), implied grooming(platonic), de-aged Danielle, de-aged Dan, ghost pregnancy, destabilized clones, dead Fentons, ghost Jazz, grieving, platonic yandere(Vlad), passively suicidal thoughts, emotional manipulation, misunderstandings, eavesdropping, OCs for plot reasons, domestic abuse]
Part (One) Part (Two) Part (Three) Part (Four) Part (Five) Part (Six) Part (Seven)
Extras: [Comfort song] [Notes]
The Picrews used are: (Vlad) (Danny) (Dani) (Dan)
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abhainnwhump · 9 months
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Been obsessing over the idea of a Whumper who wants to live out a stereotypical family fantasy so they kidnap a few Whumpees to do it.
One Whumpee is their spouse. Whumpee is beautiful and caught Whumper's eye. They had a promising future before, but now they're stuck in this housewife role and have to suck up to their captor. They feel worse because they already have someone they love.
Another Whumpee is the kid. Whumper chose this one because of their small size and/or cute features. They have a cute bedroom, childish clothes, and limited access to information so they don't get too smart. They're also drugged most of the time so enjoy naps.
The last Whumpee is the pet. This one gets treated the worst. They have to act like a dog 24/7 and play fetch with the kid. Bonus points if this Whumpee was super cocky before and are now treated like an animal.
Whumper is the head of the household and makes sure everyone else stays in line. They want their family to be perfect, but they aren't against violence. They'll torture the Whumpees until "they love them again".
The Whumpees all befriend each other and plan to escape. They have to be careful so Whumper doesn't catch them, but they can't stay here.
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pigeonpeach · 3 months
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More Arlecchino Husbandry!
Cw: implied violence or possible violence: FMAB reader! Reader is called mother! Slight yandere themes (not full on though)
summary: continuation of Arlecchino Husbandry with more of a domestic focus
To say the children were estatic to know you would be a permanent member of the house hearth and you are officially their mother is a understatement. They threw a party. Even those you haven’t raised and were already grown when you arrived can recognize your importance both to their siblings and to their father: needless to say you essentially have alot of bodyguards now. Each of those children are determined to keep you safe, both out of devotion and gratitude and because it was Arlecchino’s orders to do so. And so on.
As for Arlecchino she’s quite happy to have you. She keeps you in her office on your downtime, sat nicely on her lap as she goes through paperwork so your presence can keep her calm. Occasionally she’ll press a kiss to your neck. In moments like these you two often don’t speak, rather you may be knitting or reading s book or writting ideas down for fun activities for the kids.
Arlecchino despite her deep affections fory you however is a possessive lover at her core. You’re just so fragile in the grand scheme of things. The children are protectors but if another harbinger decided to pursue you there is little they could do besides awkwardly stand by you. She knows her colleagues too well. She knows they’ll see your big heart as a weakness of hers. She knows you’re her weakness now, and in the eyes of the other harbingers it’s something they could exploit if necessary. So she simply refuses to bring you around them. Besides very few are even good company. The only harbinger you might see is Childe when he is visiting fontaine. He’s friendly to you but respectful knowing the Knave likely wouldnt like it if he was flirty with her beloved. Even so all it took was seeing him in your general direction to make her tense. Shooting him a dirty look as she quickly pulled you to her side and cut the conversation short.
In that case Childe just got glared at and scolded because he is a harbinger, she can’t kill him for something so minor. But if it was someone else who doesn’t have that sort of protection then there’s no guarantee she won’t. I wouldn’t describe this as yandere but simply a part of her job. Again you are her weakness, she cannot risk people possibly taking you from her or using you to get to her. Because that is a legit fear for her to have. So everywhere you go a underling accompanies you. Often the twins. Lynette and Lyney because they’re quite sociable and its easy for you to forget they’re your bodyguards. The children actually are very eager to accompany you because such trips are often like a day out with their mom. Its not uncommon you’ll treat them to lunch and or go shopping with them. This actually works as well because it helps you blend in easily amongst the crowd too. Sometimes you’ll bring one of the actual children with you as a fun activity to reward them for hard work. Often times you take them to get some toys or something special.
These trips are great as well, your motherly demeanor towards Lyney and Lynette often does scare away suitors but if it doesn’t Lyney is quick to intervene. And if the suitor gets aggressive from their rejection then its nothing they can’t handle. If the guards aren’t available then they could always just… kill them you know. Granted you often discourage that with the excuse of wanting to avoid legal troubles. But its a possibility.
Arlecchino herself hardly takes you to balls, she is fiercely loyal to you still, even refusing to dance with others for respect for you. This is both because the kids don’t like when you leave, and again: she doesn’t want you to become a target or too infamous because of her. She wants to keep you safe and protected.
As for gifts you can trust she won’t let you down there. She is a incredibly observant person. She knows the exact flavors, styles, items, and colors you would like. She studies your tastes diligently. It also helps she has dozens and dozens of little informants who also know your tastes. If she notices you seem overworked she books you a luxurious spa session. If she notices you’re a bit insecure them she’ll make it a point to hold you and kiss each curve and crevice of your skin. She knows you don’t have extravagant tastes but you do like things of quality and meaning. And her gifts do have meaning. If you like knitting then she’ll purchase a set of the most soft and vibrant wool. If you like reading then she’ll keep an eye on exclusive or high demand books to get you. if you’re a artist then you can guarantee you’ll never be short on paints and ever work will be framed and displayed proudly.
Also in terms of gifts you are utterly spoiled not just by your husbandwifey but your kids. They bring you trinkets and souvenirs from across the world. Often based on things that remind them of you.
Arlecchino however is a busy woman. As a harbinger she deals with stressful situations and stressful meetings. And as her new bride you do have the expectation of tending to her. My advice is to simply let her lay her head on your shoulder or lap. Embrace her gently and don’t ask for details. More often then not she cannot tell you what exactly has happened but it’s usually frustration from dealing with the other harbingers. Usually the males. You’ve heard her grievances and slander of each male at this point. If you really want to help her relax then just smile softly and nod along. Your compliance and obedience is a well needed relief to her. Then tell her good news of the kids, how their skills have improved, etc.
When you’re upset on the other hand, maybe shaken up from a failed kidnapping/assassination attempt you can bet she’ll come to you quickly. She’s wiling to ditch a meeting if she thinks its that severe. Before she gets to you however, you can bet the kids will also comfort you. Often holding you and fiercely protecting you. When she gets there they leave to give you two privacy and to stand outside to make sure no one comes by. Upon which she will hold you tighter than you’re used to her. Her nails almost digging into your skin as she breathes heavily. She waits till you’re collected to ask for details and assures you the perpetrator will not be spared or shown a slight of mercy. All those involved will be hunted down and eliminated. Until then she will personally keep you by her side. With a voice surprisingly shakey, a sound only you will hear and ONLY you: she proclaims her utter devotion to you. She proclaims that she loves you in a soft voice. This softness and weakness is a rare sight, its only done to comfort you and when she’s quite alarmed herself.
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aerahyasashi · 19 hours
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Hi queen aerah! I'm a follower from quotev and i really love your works especially divine punishment 🩷🫶🏻 i was hoping to request something, if you accept ofcourse, if you do then could you please do a yandere suguru one?🥰
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𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀 ����𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓?
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“𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆.”
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╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Nanako and Mimiko asks you the reason as to why you’re wearing a blindfold, and what they found out chilled them to the bone, as they realized the truth about your blindness.
╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere stuff, Medical description of stuff, Manipulation, Drugging, Forced Blindness (Lmao)
╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Oblivious! Blind! Reader
╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I do not support or approve of any of the behaviors and actions depicted in this story. The content is intended solely for entertainment purposes. Hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3. Kinda mid ig? Not rlly satisfied abt this. I'll do the other reqs next once i get the motivation to write<3
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You softly hummed a tune while sitting on the plush mattress, feeling Nanako gently brush your hair.   Mimiko was lounging on your lap as she stared at the ceiling.
“Your hair is so soft mama.. like silk”
Nanako said, admiration tinging in her voice at the softness of your hair, showering you with compliments as she held the right section in her hand and the left in her left hand, leaving the middle section loose. 
Despite having no vision, you could feel her lips curling into a smile and it made a small smile to appear on your lip.
“Thank you, Nanako.” You said softly.
The bond between you, Nanako, and Mimiko had grown strong over time, as they were practically adopted by Suguru, your husband, and raised as his own.  Despite Nanako and Mimiko’s bratty tendencies, they showed genuine kindness and affection towards you.
Nanako, in particular, often displayed a more bratty attitude, while Mimiko seemed content to follow her lead like her loyal minion. It was reminiscent of the classic dynamic between a popular girl and her devoted sidekick.
However, despite that, you loved them too, and treats them as your own daughters.
“Mama, can I ask you something?”
Nanako’s sudden inquiry cut through the air, her eyes searching for affirmation as she sucked in a deep breath and stole a fleeting glance at Mimiko. Without breaking eye contact with you, she searched your expression for any signs of discomfort, to know if you are comfortable with her asking you questions.
“Hm? Ofcourse,” You replied.
Curiosity danced in your mind as you could feel Nanako’s hesitant demeanor. Even without sight, the slight hastening of her heartbeat was a sign of her nerves. Sensory perception was your gift, something that helped you a lot, because you don’t really have a vision.
“Well...” Nanako trailed off, unsure of how to start.
“Don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”
You gently reached out, your fingers seeking hers, your lips parted when you felt the texture beneath your touch felt different—It wasn’t Nanako's hand you held, but Mimiko’s.
“...wait, your hands feels different.. wait no, these are mimiko’s”
The sudden awareness painted your cheeks with a blush of embarrassment, a mix of confusion and awkwardness mingling in your expression.
As the realization dawned on you, Nanako's suppressed laughter bubbled forth, a ghost of a smile gracing Mimiko's features. A reassuring squeeze of your hand conveyed understanding and acceptance. “It's okay,” Mimiko's silent gesture seemed to say.
Apologizing sheepishly for your mistake, you couldn't deny the lingering embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, hoping to dissipate the awkwardness that hung between you.
“Didn’t see that, sorry girls.” You chuckled.
“Mama, stop with the blind jokes.” Nanako deadpanned, watching you rub the taut muscles on the back of your neck awkwardly.
“Right..”
“Um, right... What was it you were going to ask, Nanako?” You quickly shifted the conversation, eager to move past the momentary misstep.
“Well...”
Nanako hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat, her gaze fixed on you as her fingers gently ran through your hair.
“Why do you always wear a blindfold?”
The room fell silent, the weight of her question hanging in the air. 
Confusion clouded your expression as you searched for the right words to respond. The idea of why you wear the blindfold had never crossed your mind, as it was just a part of your daily routine. After all, you were blind, and the blindfold didn't make much of a difference in your world of darkness. All you knew was that Suguru had made it clear that it should never be removed—and you had no desire to provoke him.
Nanako could sense your discomfort as she observed your tense body language. Worried that she may have touched a nerve, she inquired tentatively, “Are you okay mama? You seemed agitated...”
“Nanako...” Mimiko began, her own brows knitting in concern. “That’s quite a sensitive question, don't you think?” She spoke softly, trying to redirect the conversation. 
Realizing her misstep, Nanako quickly shook her head and apologized, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her features partially obscured by your hair. “Ah.. I’m sorry mama! I didn’t realized that i was being insensitive...”
“It's okay,” you reassured her awkwardly, letting out a nervous chuckle as you cleared your throat.
“You’re not mad?” She asked, her voice soft and vulnerable as she pulled away from you, her eyes wide and pleading. Her puppy eyes looked up at you, brimming with an innocence that would have probably tugged at your heartstrings—only if you could see it.
“Hm..? ‘course not, don’t worry," you assured her, a gentle smile playing on your lips.
“‘S fine, really,” you said, your tone calm and reassuring.
“Ah.. right, about your previous question...Well, the reason I wear the blindfold is because Suguru told me to.”
“Huh..? Why would Geto-sama want you to wear a blindfold?”
Nanako’s perplexed tone cut through the air like a sharp blade, her confusion palpable. In her mind, she had painted Suguru as one who adored gazing into one’s eyes, the windows to one’s soul. But now, she couldn’t fathom the reasoning behind concealing them, especially when blindness couldn’t erase the existence of your eyes.
“I... Don’t know...” you trailed off as the room fell into an uneasy silence.
The silence was eventually shattered by Mimiko’s voice, breaking through the tension.
“Geto-sama says that you have the prettiest eyes that he has ever seen.” she chimed in, her gaze flitting between you and Nanako. A subtle shift in her posture saw her abandoning her spot on your lap, choosing instead to perch on the plush mattress.
“Huh? Geto-sama saw mama’s eyes?” Nanako asked, looking flabbergasted.
“Nanako, He’s her husband.” Mimiko reminded her twin sister.
“Right...”
“But then.. if he likes your eyes so much, why would he want you to hide them?” Mimiko’s words cut through the haze of confusion.
Your brows drew together, shoulders slightly slouching.
“I suppose that remains a mystery,” you finally replied, your voice laced with a tinge of curiosity and apprehension.
Mimiko and Nanako studied you curiously, wondering what your eyes truly looked like. Were they as beautiful as Suguru had described? However, they had never been permitted to remove your blindfold, and they weren’t the type to disobey Suguru. Despite their bratty tendencies, they were obedient. 
But then, What secrets actually lay behind that blindfold? They were tempted to take a look, Yet, the girls remained restrained by their loyalty to Suguru, reluctance staining their disobedient thoughts. 
“Perhaps he prefers it that way?” you mused, resting your head on your palms and propping your elbow on your thigh.
“I’m not really sure, if i’m gonna be honest.. he just likes it that way i guess.”
“I can’t even remember how I lost my vision too.”
You had no recollection of how you lost your sight, as your memories seemed to have vanished without a trace. All you knew was that Suguru was your husband, and he claimed that you had lost your memories due to your immune system attacking your eyes. 
According to him, your immune system had somehow identified your eyes as a threat, leading to inflammation and damage that resulted in your blindness. He insisted that there was a scientific basis for this too, as the immune system would attack the eye once it recognized its existence.  
And ofcourse, as the dumb little thing you are, you Believed him.
“Mama, are you okay?” Mimiko’s concerned voice breaks through the fog of your thoughts, drawing your attention. 
You compose yourself, managing a smile.
“I’m fine,” you reassure her softly.
Nanako’s eyes are searching, her worry palpable. “Are you sure?” she presses gently.
You can’t help but be touched by their concern, feeling a warmth blossoming in your chest. Meeting their gazes, you offer another smile.
“I promise, my loves, I truly am okay,” you say, a hint of laughter in your voice as you reach out to embrace them both. 
A surge of gratitude sweeps over you as you hold them close, basking in their presence.
“Having you two by my side and a husband who supports me tirelessly every day, I couldn’t ask for more,” you whisper.
“Life is tough, but atleast i have you all.”
Dumb little you was so oblivious and didn’t knew that suguru was the reason why your life was tough.
If only you had been aware that he was the mastermind behind all of this. He orchestrated the entire scheme that led to your memory loss and deceived you into believing he was your husband. It was also because of him that you lost your sight, although you were too dumb to realize it at the time. 
Suguru was deeply enamored with you and the two of you were once in a romantic relationship. However, when you decided to break up with him, his feelings of love turned into obsession. He resorted to disturbing and dangerous tactics to make sure you stayed with him—Such as manipulating and drugging you, all in the name of his overwhelming love for you as he was unable to bear the thought of losing you.  
It may have been your mistake to allow him into your life, however. Perhaps if you had declined Satoru’s invitation to hang out with him and Suguru, you would have never crossed paths with him. Maybe if you had refused to give Suguru your number or declined the love letters he presented, things would be different.
You wouldn’t be in this situation.
After embracing the girls tightly, you gently released them and affectionately patted their heads. Your expression brightened as you spoke,
“I’ll just show you how they look like to satisfy your curiosity, ‘kay?”
Nanako and Mimiko both eagerly nodded in agreement.  
“I bet they’re really pretty just as Geto-Sama says!” Nanako says and Mimiko nods in agreement.
“.. Suguru shouldn’t mind, at least I hope not,” you muttered under your breath.
With a deliberate motion, you gently lifted the blindfold with a slender finger, allowing just a sliver of sight for Mimiko and Nanako to catch a glimpse of your eyes. The room grew eerily silent as the two girls eagerly leaned in, their gazes fixed upon your mysterious orbs.
However, what they beheld was beyond their wildest imaginations, shattering their preconceived notions. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their pupils constricting in shock as a chilling wave of fear washed over them. Their jaws slackened.
Your eyes were tightly sewn together by a thick black thread infused with cursed energy. The thread was so tightly wound, and your eyelids were merged together, giving the appearance of eyes belonging to a puppet with carefully stitched features.
That was when they realized that you weren’t actually blind.
Nanako’s throat constricted as a strangled gasp clawed at her lips, her heart hammering violently against her ribcage. Mimiko’s body tensed, a tremor coursing through her frame as her eyes widened in sheer horror.
Suguru’s presence seemed to loom unnoticed until that moment, as he loitered casually by the door, propped against the wall with a nonchalant air, his head cocked to one side, observing them with a detached interest.
He was just there the whole moment you three were talking, completely silent and just watching.
A shiver ran down the two girl’s spines as their gazes collided. Suguru’s lips curled up in a knowing smirk, his ice-cold eyes staring at them as he brought a finger to his own lips as he mouths something.
“Can you keep a secret?”
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teabutmakeitazure · 11 months
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Childe hates to admit a lot of things but one thing he absolutely never ever wants to admit is the fact that doing something domestic makes him weak in the knees. Maybe it's because he's supposed to be the 'man of the household' or maybe it's because he's a Fatui Harbinger, but you won't ever get him to voice his biases towards watching you do anything mundane.
Whenever he finds you in the kitchen, he sits himself on a stool near the counter and simply watches, dull eyes attentively following each and every movement of yours. If you happen to catch him staring, he simply gestures to you to continue with the half-arsed excuse of just wanting to watch you while he thinks. He's not thinking at all. He's just ogling you and how your hips move while you sway between the stovetop and the counter next to it.
He desperately wants to place his hands on them, feeling your hipbones and flesh under his fingers, but he won't ever say that. Maybe you can figure that out when you notice him wistfully staring.
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What HaPpEneD aT 10:10? (Yandere!"Gepard Landau"/Reader)
Scriptwriter's Note: I implore you to remember what happened at 10:10. And once you do, come talk to three of my associates. For now, let her help you recall what's going on in the present time. You can remember the time, but we need you to remember the murder weapon, who killed who, and the motive.
Synopsis: Trapped in Serval Landau’s basement for so long, you made a deal with the Sampo to escape confinement. As it turns out, your timing is never impeccable. Aka: a Belobog "murder" mystery. (A/n: ansy here, have fun trying to guess what happened! But please. PLEASE do not read this if you're sensitive to the topics below ⬇)
CW: Yandere and horror themes, "most unreliable narrator AND reader ever" - sam, violence, amputation, mentions of domestic (physical) abuse. His smile is stiff as a board. There’s a portal at the end of the story, your choices matter (there are 2 possible endings). Welcome to the Back Alley.
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A murder was announced to occur on Saturday, October 2, at the Golden Theater’s back alley, around 10:10 AM.
It was an unidentified note. Short and crudely pasted cutouts from old magazines were its contents. Many believe the Astral Express put it together as a twisted joke. It’s no coincidence that the clocks' little hands near the theater were also forever stuck at 10:10. No one took it seriously. Additionally, a nearby bookshop used this opportunity to "hype" its mystery books by joining the bandwagon. While the Silvermane Guards officially took the "threat" as if it didn't exist, others transformed it into an event by creating crime scene props with March 7th and Stelle serving as the main judges.  
Who'd even investigate such a note when the Golden Theater doesn’t have a back alley?
By 5:00 AM, that silly note was not at the forefront of the Silvermane Guards' minds.
It was you.
Sampo shakily exhaled a quick "heya, friend," as his legs continued to speed past the Silvermane Guards, who were all very much ready to fire. The merchanr was forced to inhale sharply and slightly elevate his voice as he worriedly fixed his attention on his 'package.' 
"Y-You're good, aren't you?" 
Inside the shopping cart (who knows where he got that) he had been pushing was a wanted person. A bit feverish, you nodded without much commitment. Even the slightest movements relieved the dubious merchant as he picked up the pace, avoiding the stray "warning" shots that were fired near.
Today, you didn't awaken in the house where you were held captive. There were no mechanical noises or loud drilling. However, your morning did begin with your flesh awkwardly molding against the metal grid patterns of the shopping cart. There was no complaining when you realized it was your old friend Sampo who had carried and set you down. You didn't even consider asking this man where he was taking you.
Days earlier, he had paid you a covert visit and explained his strategy. So you concluded that he was the one who made the "false" murder announcement public. He also implied that little Hook made the note. Your gut tells you that even while it makes sense to assume that she is the author of that absurd announcement, it doesn't seem to be the truth. But at that point, your fears of being tubed with immoral equipment vanished and you felt gratitude rather than alarm. Not that you'd ever figure out that I made it, anyways.
"S-Sampo…" You groaned, not moving from your position as your friend fished out his homemade bombs from his pocket. "W-Where are you taking me…?"
Anywhere is better than her basement.
"To Nat, of course!" You needn't tilt your head to know that he was smiling wide. "Is there any other doctor more reliable than Miss Natasha?"
You'd insensitively joke about Vache Harrower, but your strength betrays you. Not like he'd give you a chance to drop some smart-alecks when he timed his bombs right. 
Just a few short seconds after, your best friend rolled his smoke bombs on the floor and made a larger dash. You heard a tremendous boom from the back, and a silent malicious voice in your skull hoped for injuries.
They worked with her.
Jolting you up, Sampo made one swift left turn and another to the right, making sure that the last remaining guards that trailed you both were lost in the haze. He didn't stop running, but you can tell he's getting tired. Sampo is a merchant, not the sister of the ex-Captain of the Silvermane Guards.
Your nose scrunched.
Serval Landau… that paranoid woman and lousier liar…
The oldest Landau used to be your best friend along with Pela. She had treated you as though you were Gepard's twin at times, much to your discomfort. Even her parents referred to you as their kin. 
Since you had no one to care for you as a child, the Landaus happily raised you. Had you not rejected their offers for adoption, your life certainly wouldn't be where it is now. 
Back "home", Serval would make suggestions that you were more of a Landau than she’d ever be. In turn, you’d cock your head and look unamused. Then act more like one, you’d reply. Yet these forceful encouragements do not reach her.
Even when you beg her to let you out of the house, she won’t let you.
We’ve been over this before, she’d reply. I can’t let you out on your own. You’re missing your right leg, what if that man finds you? 
You’ve never understood that logic. Who was she referring to, your old boss?
Her brother died a year ago.
You once liked him. You'd even go out of your way to say he was worthy of anyone's trust. 
Was. That was before you knew that deep in the recesses of his mind that loyalty was the beginning and end of Captain Gepard Landau's character. Uniting men under his leadership, he sought only the best for his beloved Belobog.
Your mind drives memories of Gepard away and you can no longer remember what transpired to cause this. After all, you undoubtedly considered Serval and Lynx to be sisters, but you never thought of him as a brother. You can't exactly pinpoint why you treated him like that since the very beginning.
Based on your shattered memories, you were stripped away of your position as his aide. Serval claimed it was because you didn't harbor traits of self-preservation. She made a show of how unreliable you were on the field, that you were hysterical and a "liability." Their relentless critique went on for half an hour until the higher-ups had given in to her demands. 
Worse, they permitted her to surveil your movements 24/7. Using your amputated leg as an excuse, she effectively put you on house arrest– not your home, but hers. She's not an effective caretaker either, despite her attempts. Serval's use of transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation is far more brutal than what a normal practitioner would do, but no one can hear your complaints except for Molly. Her tests are never comfortable. And you loathe this.
She acted like your loss of a leg turned you into damaged goods that only the siblings can see value in. That her giving you a prosthetic was a sign of love rather than a shackle.
They said you were “hysterical”, and that you should be forgiven for whatever sin you’ve committed.
Insulting.
Insulting. Insulting. Insulting.
"H-How closer are we to the underground?" You gripped the cart, your heart racing at the speed.
Sampo coughed after accidentally inhaling his smoke.
“S-Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t change the direction of the cart–”
“What?!”
“The cart won’t turn!!!” Sampo screamed.
With each passing second, the gap between the cart and the theater narrowed. Your heart raced as this was your first experience of real danger after being sheltered for a year or so. Even though you were aware that Sampo had no control over the impending crash, you still glanced at him expectantly.
He smiled, drop-dead nervous and boyishly sheepish.
"Give me two minutes!!!"
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"Give me two minutes, Captain!!! We still need a few more."
You beamed, holding your axe to chop wood for your comrades in the Outlying Snow Plains. 
At first, you weren't trusted with heavy weapons. Luckily, being "weak" is a curable ailment for everyone. And the cure is called hard work and extreme effort. That, and an axe. 
You were the very definition of a model soldier and he found himself incredibly lucky to finally see you join the Silvermane Guards. You had an excellent posture; you were a sharpshooter and a wonderful axeman– even your breathing looks rehearsed.
And for a damn good reason.
When the Height's economy sneezes, the underground catches a cold.
Unfortunately, that means children as young as you were had to bear the flames.
The Landau parents had taken a shine to you after taking you as a servant from the orphanage. Your captain's father adored you, even though his never-smiling voice had not once indicated his affection. Captain Gepard bears resemblances from his old man in appearance but not his military demeanor; you were the one to hold that torch. 
It was through Mr. Landau you learned how much metrics and timings make a difference between an animal and a human being. You grew from someone who skitters away dynamically like a gas particle to a person grounded with instructions on how each step in a stride must be measured to perfection. Growing up with the Landaus was by no means a happy life, but it made you more keen on what constitutes "proper living." 
To you, being hit by vases and chairs for failing to fold Mr. Landau's clothes in exactly the way he wants them to be was preferable to dying in the streets with your grandmother with nothing to fill your stomach other than the restaurant trash cans nearby. And you were certain you brought more pride and joy to Mr. and Mrs. Landau than you had to your parents who had abandoned you since birth. 
People see Mr. Landau when they look at you and not Gepard.
But that's only because they have never seen the way you behave when it's only you and the Landau siblings are together.
“Working hard, I see,” Gerard said in a light joking manner.
You scratched your neck, embarrassed.
“Nah, I’m actually very lazy.”
“Don’t be so self-effacing,” Gepard smiled kindly. “I don’t miss anything. I’ve heard that you’ve made your rounds and even took on some of Pela’s duties while she’s on leave.”
“Eh, we both know I wouldn’t have done it without Pela begging me to do it for her Tales of– nevermind, Captain.”
Gepard had always viewed your abilities with the greatest reverence and approval. Serval was always quick to emphasize how her "favorite non-blood related sibling" is an "uninhibited performer" before everyone else, so Gepard thought this true in every aspect. You must think of this as writing a song to keep your mind sharp. You lose any sense of reservation once in “the zone”, and if Serval fell for the way your brows furrowed when penning down tunes and lyrics, Gepard faltered when he saw the glint in your eye as you pieced all the information needed to catch Sampo Koski’s whereabouts after your promotion. 
He had never told you this, but Gepard always felt weird sensations pooling in his chest whenever he saw you hyper-focused on something.
Or someone.
“Do you think I can catch him, Geppie?”
Gepard ruffled your hair and your face brightened up.
"Never falter, (Y/n),” he said firmly. “For I wholeheartedly believe in your strengths. Catching Sampo Koski will be a walk in the park for someone like you."
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To think that your first caught infamous criminal is your last true friend… Destiny surely toys with those who say “That’ll never happen.” It's always a fun phenomenon to write a script about.
“Walk in a park”? Try “crash in a theater”.
“SAMPO!!!”
You yelped, clawing his shirt and yanking his upper body like a wild animal. His heels screeched as the cart faced the direction of the Golden Theater.
And what nestled near the Golden Theater was its Back Alley, a place that exists on the border between reality and myth. Whispers among children weave tales that those who enter the depths are trapped in a journey of confronting their unresolved trauma and guilt. It is believed that the alley acts as another dimension where the lost must face their inner demons before emerging back into the real world, scarred forever by the distorted horrors they have confronted.
And for the first time in your life, you saw it.
You saw a fence that was never there before.
Your heart dropped.
“SAMPO!!!”
He closed his eyes, bracing for the impact alongside you.
Sampo Koski lived by a particular quote: "True happiness always entails the manifestation of the dignity of mankind,”
And only a few knew that it's only 1/3 of the full quote. The next part includes: “and true guilt is the catalyst for self-reflection and the pursuit of redemption–" 
Flickering street lights and unmoving 10:10 clocks cast eerie shadows of dawn. It’s said that the people who traverse its trails encounter manifestations of their inner turmoil, a reflection of their deepest regrets. Some emerge transformed, carrying newfound clarity, while others head on a downward spiral. 
He wondered which one you would be.
“I’m sorry, (Y/n).”
Sampo smirked…
And let go of the cart.
“But the Back Alley is waiting for you.”
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His hands, calloused but clean, tenderly held yours. You felt ice even without a metal ring wrapped around his finger. At that thought, you blinked.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Yes, dear?"
"You don't have a ring on you," you said with an unreadable expression. "Will we ever have a chance at getting married?"
You thought it was funny; he didn't.
We.
What did you mean by “we”?
Him and you?
Or you and someone else?
Surely you and him, right?
But is that really an idea that he needs to know?
The Supreme Guardian was right.
Doubt breeds arrogance.
“W-Well–” Gepard’s breath hitched, awkwardly fumbling his cuffs. “I don’t know about that.”
You muttered. “So the future's uncertain.” 
“Of course.”
“Hmm.”
He gulped, realizing that you were mad at his response.
But he can’t let any of this continue any longer.
“(Y/n), I have something I’d like to tell you…”
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“Nghh….”
You heard the shopping cart roll towards a wall– must be the same one you crashed onto. As you caught a glimpse of your surroundings, you were astounded to see how foggy it was. The wall-mounted advertisement for a love-matching service is hardly visible. It was impossible to see past the surrounding streetlight, even with "un-smoke bombed" eyes. 
Doesn’t look like you’re in the administrative district.
You cannot see a single familiar building from this fog.
No heaters in sight and your breath practically singed your throat. The fog prickled your skin, but for reasons unknown, you did not shudder as a feverish man would’ve. Strangely enough, you felt fine.
You tried squinting at the road again.
Your heart dropped.
... There was no road.
You can't tell if it's the snow and the fog– but there's no pavement towards the exit in sight. It's as if wherever you stood floated. It was a literal dead end. As you peaked into the cliff, you did not see the bottom.
There was nothing there.
Even if you tried jumping, you weren't sure if there would be anything to fall on.
Capable arms wrapped themselves around your form. They were far stronger than your eyelids, which would barely open. Semi-automatically, your hand reached for this person’s shoulder, attempting to reposition yourself from their hold. You can barely make out their face, but their hair was slightly darker. This stranger lacked the envy-inspiring golden allure that the Landaus have.
Not processing that information fast enough, you spoke.
“S-Sampo, wh-what happened–”
You went pale.
No.
No.
No.
You pushed this "man" aside and dropped to the ground, barely maintaining balance on your one remaining leg. The man has now grown to be a towering figure over you, his star-bright eyes peering at you, paranoid. The air felt heavy, laden with a palpable sense of the unknown. Only the sound of your lonesome "real" foot scurrying away broke the silence.
“A-Are you alright?! W-What’s wrong....? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
The man sauntered closer. His light but lifeless eyes locked onto yours, piercing through your soul. He had dirty blonde hair and he wore a sweater similar to the one that you never got to give to your best friend's younger brother, but–
“G-Gepard…?!?!”
The man tilted his head.
You squinted, hoping to find solace in a detail you might’ve missed or so. 
Finally, your shoulders slackened, exhaling a large white cloud.
“No… You’re… not.”
He sent you a fleeting look of pity before making an awkward joke.
“Do I look similar to a past lover?”
His smile is stiff as a board.
“No— my— my deceased… boss…” You spoke bitterly.
This person, who looked eerily similar to the dead Gepard Landau, stared with red-rimmed eyes. Did he cry earlier? With nothing else to focus on except for the thick fog, you remain frozen in place.
“This is…”
Terrifying, you wanted to say but that would be offensive.
“Impressive…” You gawked, slowly forgetting the vulnerable position you left yourself in. Sharply, you drew a breath. “You look like you could be a Landau.”
Your hand reached to touch his cheek, and the stranger leaned into your touch. Far too engrossed by this encounter, you did not care for his slightly hollow eyes and more than elated expression. It was the bigger picture that you saw.
It was the near-perfect image of the deceased Gepard Landau.
His skin was pinkish and his heart raced.
“Your hand is warm…” He commented softly, face red.
“Your face, your voice— it’s just your hair and your sense of fashion that’s different, and—”
“My name is Gerard,” his smile remains stiff as a board, but there's a touch of friendliness to it. “I don’t believe I appear anywhere near ghostlike.”
You’re inclined to believe that he’s lying.
No one can look THIS similar to Gepard.
And that name as well.
You don’t know what to think.
As you were about to retract your hand, he held it back in place, guiding it closer to his lips. He breathed in. His breath marked the fog. “Gerard” inched closer, stepping his foot near your prosthetic right leg. With little distance between you two, your temperature has progressively grown hotter. It’s uncomfortable watching you both like this. I should’ve closed my eyes.
“See?” He mumbled.
“Can you sense how warm I am?”
“So you’re not Gepard… Or a ghost, I guess.”
You laughed to yourself. You’re not sure about your statement, either.
But while this man may appear friendly, his eyes were a haunting reminder that some things can never truly be left behind.
“As I have stated before, my name is Gerard.”
Even his name sounds like his.
“I-I’m sorry, I was dazed,” You pinched your temple. Without his warmth, the cold bit your cheeks which made you turn around. “T-Thank you for carrying me out of that shopping cart, Gep– Gerard.”
You looked around again. Nothing to see but fog. Far from surprising.
“Gerard, where are we?”
The dirty blonde man laughed. 
“The Theater’s Back Alley.”
“The Back Alley?” You scoffed quietly, contemplating on how Gepard insisted to you before that it never existed– and now his promiscuous doppelganger is arguing otherwise. “There aren’t any back alleys around the theater.”
This place doesn’t look like an alley. 
It’s far too large for it to fit the description. This must be an abandoned town. Unbeknownst to both of you, way before your time, this place was called Chernobog.
“Yes there is,” Gerard hummed. “It’s where we are now.”
“Then can you carry– lead me back to the main district?” You decided to humor him. “I’m not supposed to be wherever this place is.”
“I wouldn’t allow it.”
“Why not?”
Gerard grinned. His radiant smile baffled you as his demeanor changed from slightly teasing to tender from just the crinkles of his eyes. 
“Because I love you, of course. I can't just let you leave.”
You froze.
Why? Why does he speak as if it ever so slightly comes from the diaphragm as he did? 
Why does his voice sound so much like Gepard’s?
You thought it was wrong.
Gepard would never say those words.
Not to you. Never.
As Gerard’s casual confession hung amidst the fog, a peculiar heaviness settled on your heart. It wasn't the words themselves that caused this unease but rather the haunting resemblance his voice had to Gepard’s. His voice was rich with authenticity, free of malice, and his confession was short but somehow sweet.
But you didn’t want to hear that from him.
You averted your gaze. A flood of memories had suddenly surfaced at that precise moment, including the hearty sound of Gepard's laughter. It appeared as though the dead had come back to play a cruel game. Unable to bear his comfortable “joke”, you recoiled and feigned deafness, face veiled behind an indifferent mask. Perhaps the Aeon of Preservation may have advocated for this. In a sense, perhaps denial meant safety. Silently, you begged for your thoughts to stop, for the resemblance to dissipate, and for the ache of grief to be buried again.
“Back on the topic at hand, if you wish to exit the Back Alley: I don’t wish to help you,” he smiled.
His smile is always stiff as a board.
“Why not stay here? Are you not a wanted person?”
You glared.
“How did you know that?”
“Murder, right?” Gerard drawled, his eyes softening in what you call disgusting pity. “Someone important. Someone that made you stuck here.” 
“Stop making accusations,” you spat, offended by his left-field slander.
“I’m not,” Gerard said. “I know who you killed. How about you? Do you remember who it was?”
Silence.
“But that doesn’t matter now,” he announced firmly. “Why don’t you come with me? Let me shield you from the monsters.”
You froze.
“Mon… sters?”
“Yes, monsters.”
Unexpectedly, a far-off wail of sirens and static radio pierced the air, disorienting. There was nothing to be seen when you lifted your chin to strain your ears in search of the source. Gerard's urgent voice broke through your daze.
"Run." 
With a swift and practiced motion, he swept you off your feet, cradling you in his arms back to the position you woke up in. He knew your current prosthetics were not meant for running. A prosthetic limb is like a new fingerprint and Serval would never make your new identity one similar to escapists. At the moment, you had a prosthetic leg for everyday use, and not blades for running.
As Gerard hurriedly carried you through the dense fog, you felt no sense of security as you had before. Something lurked just beyond your line of sight. In an act of spur-of-the-moment bravery, you stole a glance over Gerard's shoulder, and thus, you were paralyzed.
What emerged from the depths of the fog were grotesque “figures”. 
Their bodies were mutilated, with their arms hanging loosely at their sides. They reared their heads, twisting and contorting. It was humanoid in stature, blanched and nearly armless. If it were not for some tissues, you were certain they wouldn’t have arms to begin with. Their flesh seemed boiled together like patchworks of human remains. They started to inch closer, their movements disjointed.
Fear coursed through your veins as you realized their intentions were set upon you and Gerard. But his voice cut through, his words not faltering.
"Hold on tight," he said steadily.
“Whatever you do, don’t let them get to you, (Y/n),” Gerard whispered. 
“Please, do it for me.”
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For the duration of “dawn”, Gerard carried you to safe locations. You have not met a single human person throughout the day. This was a concerning observation after knowing how large the “alley” was. He knew the area like the back of his hand and successfully guided you to hospitals (which, unfortunately, had more of those monsters from before) to patch some minor wounds from Sampo's “shopping cart trip” mishaps. 
Before you could walk to the hospital bed, he grabbed your wrist in a tight hold.
“Shhh…” Gerard tugged your arm. “You don’t need to walk. Please, permit me to carry you.”
Despite your whispered protests, he rarely let you move around. Which made sense since your staggering did alert them of your location.
But you don’t like the way he touches you.
Those Gepard-like eyes lingered on you as if he were trying to memorize every inch of your skin. His actions were marked by an unwavering vigilance, always on guard for the slightest sign of danger even when you encouraged him to relax a bit. It was as if he was driven by an unspoken longing or unresolved past experiences. And you've only just met.
This time he made sure to turn off his radio. Suspiciously enough, "Gerard" carried a Silvermane Guard issued radio but it only seemed to make sounds whenever danger lurks by.
You tried not to think about that. Save for the dusty bed and wispy drapes, the posters strewn across the hospital walls caught your attention. The wall didn't have anything else notable other than those prints. They must be the same ones you saw on the streets, yellowed with age. The prints ranged from love hotlines, anger management tips, and a wanted poster.
Your poster.
Unlike the previous ones, this one was preserved thoughtfully, plastered right at the center amongst all the prints. Intriguingly, floral stickers were peppered around your images. Not the childish ones you'd buy for a cheap price, but more refined illustrations. You're not too versed in the language of flowers, but they did look like blue roses and marigolds. If only you could recall what Gepard said about what those flowers meant...
For now, you hazarded an astute guess as to why it was cleaner than the rest, staring unamused at Gerard. He sheepishly smiled, face flushed as he tried not to notice your glare. Gerard seemed proud of his handiwork.
It was nearly cute.
If it weren't for the fact you seriously don't know who he is.
“Gepard—”
“Gerard,” he corrected you in a commanding yet soft tone, ironically similar to your old Captain.
“You don’t have to patch my wounds.”
“Just let me,” he pressed on, wrapping your scrapped arm with gauze. “This was part of my combat lifesaver course.”
You shifted from the bed.
“You’re a soldier?”
He didn’t answer.
You tilted your head.
“Are you sure you’re not a Landau–”
“Affirmative.”
He could’ve twisted the gauze tight enough to make you wince in pain, but he delicately wrapped it and added immense pressure not to your wounds, but in his gaze.
“I am not your “Geppie” and I am not your old employer.”
With a voice that commands resolute clarity from you, you doubt he’s telling the truth. 
You paused.
“How?”
“How what?” He muttered.
“How did you know that nickname?”
You gulped.
“How much do you know about me?”
You were on high alert the moment he called you by your name when those monsters chased earlier– you have never introduced yourself. Couple that with the fact that he was to accuse you of murder, you didn’t know what he thought of you. 
This time, he didn’t smile.
“Enough to know that I love you.”
“You say that like it makes any sense!” You snapped.
“I know everything because you wanted me to love you, and I do love you too. I am not a shield for the people like him. I don't have the burden to protect anyone else, doesn’t that make me a better man for you now? There's no need to make sure the Silvermane Guards are always at the ready. I don't have to worry about pride- about being a Landau.”
He delicately reached out, guiding your hand to rest against his cheek. His softened features conveyed a love for your "warmth", but the pool in your stomach made this experience unbearable.
“My life is reserved for only you. That is my oath.”
You ripped your arm away from him with disgusted eyes.
“Just tell me the truth already!!!”
He looked down, frowning.
“You don’t need the truth...” 
Gerard's eyes glistened with a bittersweet melancholy as he watched you, a faint smile tugging his lips. He had a look that says he knew all too well that you are unaware of the depths he was willing to go to protect you. The dirty blonde man reached out, his hand instinctively yearning to rest upon your shoulder, but he withdrew it quickly, his fingers curling inward.
“That’s why you’re here. In this foggy back alley.”
He scooted beside you. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to comfort you enough, you knew he spoke the truth when his voice cracked in a small whisper of: "I’m with you."
Gerard grabbed your hand again and softly kissed your fingertips.
No one could miss his sharp gaze. The man has deluded himself that you were his to protect at all costs. A nature that stemmed from a deep-seated desire to control something that he couldn't acceptably justify. A pure obsession that defied reason at its finest.
You know that look all too well.
But you can’t put a finger as to where you’ve seen it. What a shame.
You looked at your hands.
... Strange.
Since when were you wearing a golden ring?
Your eyes intuitively gazed at Gerard's hands.
All of the sudden, your throat dried.
You're both wearing wedding rings.
“You don’t have to be alone again,” he mumbled. “We can live here. You could plant and look after flowers with me– though I’ve never been good at it. It’d be a quiet life, just as you’ve always wanted.”
“If that’s what you’re offering then you’re no different than Serval,” you laughed to yourself. 
His eyes darkened.
Before you could comment on it, he cut you off with another considerate smile.
“You must be hungry. There’s a cafeteria downstairs, I’ll procure some rye bread.”
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“(Y/n), babe, where are you?”
You looked up. An alarmed woman’s voice called out.  
“... Serval?”
No reply.
The voice seemed to be coming from the door.
“Serval, are you there?”
“(Y/n), i-it’s okay! C-Calm down, calm down,” the voice continued. “Things just happen. I’ll help you okay? Shhh, d-don’t cry, don’t cry, I'm here…”
“What are you talking about?”
“I won’t let it happen. They don’t even have to know you were here. P-Pass the mop now, shhh…”
It made a sound far too damaged to be called a soothing chuckle.
“What are you on about?–”
The broken voice began to sing, sounding as though she had been clinging onto a husk of someone who’s been too far gone. 
“C-Calm your nerves, my p-precious friend,
For "tomorrow"'s problems will never end.
In this short song, I s-softly sing,
You're cherished, my dear, in e-everything.”
You reached for the bed railing and supported yourself upright. Prepping your leg for a short walk, you placed your foot down–
THUD.
The door swung open, making you jump slightly.
Gerard came back, his breath nearly stripped away as he sauntered over. His only saving grace was his stamina, but otherwise fear would've dragged him down. There was not a single piece of bread in his hand. I’m glad he came, you would’ve been out of the alley immediately otherwise. And that's not good for us.
The voice was gone.
The sounds from afar now ring more of an animal than a human. 
"(Y-Y/n)," he called out. "We need to leave."
You tilted your head, about to question what was wrong but you were cut off by his abrupt scream.
"NOW!!!"
He took you by the waist, carrying you in a way there was regard for your amputation but fast enough to make you feel unease. You gasped as Gerard's hold on you tightened, sprinting out of the "safe location."
"W-What's going on–"
"They're close," he whispered. "They're coming. It knows we’re here."
With one free hand, he pushed down passing cabinets as he bolted. Nothing was on his mind other than to flee with you. You didn't dare look at what was behind. You didn't want to face the truth.
"Gerar–"
Despite your desire not to see these creatures, a lone monster stands at the end of the hall.
It loomed before you, a grotesque fusion of flesh intricately molded together like human flesh sewn tight to a Silvermane Guard uniform, its form twisted and contorted while multiple unnerving eyes peered from its misshapen visage. Although it may have eyes more than you have fingers, you have a sneaking suspicion that they are completely inoperative. Its skin bore an unsettling array of intricate carvings, etched like cryptic scars across its entire body.
Something about its appearance resonated with you.
It slugged closer, staring. As to “where”, you can't tell. Each inch of its body had slits for eyes enough to instill paranoia. At least one pair must've been staring at you. Yet, most of it was on him.
Gerard.
"Tch..." His eyebrows furrowed, troubled.
He ran towards the end of the hall and miraculously swerved to avoid its axe. His pace quickened. 
"(Y/n), whatever you do, don't think about why these creatures exist. Even when I'm gone."
“What do you mean?”
“Just don’t. That’s an order.” He said, sounding more of a plea than a warning.
The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly as you struggled to keep up with Gerard's swift pace.
As he ran, questions burned in your mind, desperate for answers. His words echoed in your head, but your curiosity had implicit demand for a shred of understanding. You couldn't help but glance back, catching a glimpse of the creature still in pursuit. It persisted in its relentless pursuit of you, unwavering in its resolve.
"F-Faster!" you gasped between labored breaths. “It’s closing in on us!”
Gerard's expression remained stoic, his eyes focused on the path ahead.
He ran towards a door and pushed it open with a kick. You both stumbled through the threshold, entering what appeared to be the cafeteria, but the sterile scent mingling with the food made that guess somewhat unconvincing.
Gerard quickly assessed the room, searching for any signs of danger. The sound of distant alarms and muffled screams echoed through the corridors.
“Just what the hell is that?!” The words escaped you unintentionally in a mortified whisper.
Gerard cupped your mouth.
You both forgot to close the door.
What a horrible mistake.
The unsettling monster began its search. It emanated shrill sounds that pierced through your ears, making you almost move to cover them. The cries reached a hauntingly high-pitched cry that echoed like metal against metal. The mournful wails never resembled wolfish growls but rather heartbroken cries. Its speech resembles the guttural syllables "I" and "U" in an auditory expression of grief.
It turned around, but it also had eyes on its back.
Cowering in terror, you huddled close to Gerard behind the counter of the desolate cafeteria, seeking refuge from the approaching monster. 
As the creature drew nearer, its grotesque eyes fixated on you and Gerard, its elongated limbs reaching out with chilling anticipation. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you heard Gerard’s breath hitch as you both clung to the faint hope of survival.
But to your horror, as the monster approached head-on.
Its rotting flesh bypassed you, swerving past your trembling form, and seized Gerard instead. 
“(Y/N)!!! RUN!!”
Gerard pointed at the nearby mop.
He wants you to leave him.
A gasp of terror escaped your lips as you watched in disbelief.
His blue eyes widened, mirroring your panic but worse, as the monster's grasp tightened around him. Gerard yelped, his voice trembling as his fear of death loomed. Its grip was not merciful. 
It smacked Gerard against a desk.
Again.
Again.
And again.
Blood streamed in his scalp.
The monster took his arm.
And ripped it apart.
And soon.
Nothing.
Thud.
You went as silent as the corpse as you watched it extinguish his life in a quiet finality.
Tears streamed down your face, unable to look away. Maybe it's a trick of the mind, but you were starting to feel a pain from where your leg was removed. Your brain was still convinced that you still had it- and that it is in danger. You feel as if your ankle was angled downwards, hiding from the monster. Such sensations made your skin crawl, especially considering the circumstances. It was not the best time to experience phantom limb pain.
The monster briefly met your gaze as if to mock your survival. It limped away, leaving behind you with nothing but a corpse.
Hours felt like mere minutes before you were snapped out of your prolonged emptiness. Gerard remains on the floor, dead-eyed and bloody. Thankfully, your current PLP was manageable at best but the throbbing sensation distracted you for a while. Your mind was blocking out the blood on his face. It did not process how mutilated it had become, nor did it care to acknowledge his arm that lay on the checkered floor.
His cheeks looked warm, alive.
You fixed his hair.
“Gep– Gerard…”
You need to leave.
YOU NEED TO LEAVE.
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Since that incident, you've been by yourself in the Back Alley, even though you sense that there may be other lost "people" like you nearby, you chose to act alone despite this.
There's no need for another Gerard.
You followed the walls every time you had the nerve to step outside, cursing Serval occasionally for failing to provide you with a prosthetic running leg. That, and her garbage methods she calls "physical therapy."
You have overstayed your welcome despite not knowing how long you have been in this dense fog. Oddly, you've never experienced hunger in your time here. You are unable to move around freely, and worse, you are unable to scream for help, unless you want the people who are still present in the dense fog to find you. 
You don’t have time to grieve for a man you barely knew.
You sighted a police station. Much like every building in this surprisingly large “alley”, it had been abandoned. It looked like the one you worked for, down to the paint job and the door frame. Funnily enough, the door was open, and thus, it was temporarily yours.
What greeted you first upon entering was a creature similar to the monsters you’ve crawled away from– but it did not move.
The still creature lay on the floor, staring at its hand. Its bottom half was similar to a mermaid's. You did not see two legs. When you approached, there was no reaction. You can only presume it was dead. Or that it never had a life to begin with.
You heard radio static as soon as you tried approaching it. But you don't recall ever having a radio in your possession.
“You poor thing…” You found yourself uncharacteristically sympathizing with a monster. The fatigue was eminent in your voice. “What happened?”
You're so stupid. Don't you think that "corpse" looks familiar?
You looked at its other hand and saw it holding an axe.
You took it.
As you brandished the weapon, its Silvermane engravings became more apparent. This was a soldier’s model, one you used back when you were an intelligence officer. Perhaps it will come in handy later.
“I’ve never heard of this station before, then again, I doubt many knew there’s a back alley in the first place,” you scoffed. “But, hmm…”
You turned your head to face the monster once more. You don’t know why you feel oddly calm facing the monster this boldly. With the axe acting as your new makeshift cane, you pushed it down. Nothing happened.
You got back up and took a look around.
For a police station, there were tons of love-related posters hanging around with half of them viciously vandalized. Some of them made you laugh as you read them. The handwriting seemed to belong to someone, but you can't recall whose.
LOVE ISN’T REAL.
I DON’T NEED A MATCH. I JUST WANT ██████.
“Pathetic,” your emotional equivalent of a snort was a slight huff. “And you’re all supposed to be Silvermane Guards? Guess this place was deserted for a reason.”
You hate how you sounded exactly like Mr. Landau just now. Out of all the children in the Landau household, you had it the worst with Md. Landau. Hearing yourself mutter something he would say... you're not sure how you feel about that.
Scoffing, you walked past the corpse and onto the break room. 
Missing just a few posters in your way.
IF I CAN’T HAVE ███, 
THEN I’LL JUST REMOVE ███ LIMBS.
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Hours passed. You haven’t found the exit.
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You heard Serval’s voice again. She was apologizing to you. Then, silence.
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Nothing happened on what you presumed to be the “next day.” You cried to yourself until you saw the same monster who killed Gerard. It was ready to give chase until suddenly, it stopped when you were incredibly focused on escaping.
You tried thinking about why it did what it did. But it left more questions than answers.
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Tore down a couple of posters. They were starting to get to you.
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You think there is no exit. You made a quick mention about how Gerard probably knew where it is to yourself, but the same monster must've heard you. You felt eyes watching you and it made it's appearance by narrow alleys. You bolted.
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You found another human. But he was long dead. You wondered if he was the same person children loved to talk about. The anxious man who lingered at the gates of the Back Alley. If I remember correctly, Stelle encountered this man before. Wonder what she thought of him at the time.
You heard the radio static again when you approached him. You decided to ignore him for now.
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You mopped the man's dried blood. Who knew the mop Gerard pointed at in his last moments had it's use.
He looked stiff as a board. He was reeking, but at least he had a smile on his face.
You obtained a key after cleaning up the puddle.
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“Was there ever an exit?”
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Nothing happened in this timeframe. But you think you have an idea as to why these creatures exist.
Specifically, why they exist because of you.
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How long have you been here? Sorry, I wasn’t keeping track.
You also weren't sure how long you'd been searching the town. Quite frankly, I was getting bored of watching. You tried to play this off like a maze game, constantly following the walls to your right as though it would magically lead you to the exit. Did you know that Lady Luck is not particularly lenient when bestowing favors? Your life here is slowly becoming more stale and your constantly improving ability to strategize your routes to avoid monsters has been making your adventure more of a chore to follow.  
It's admirable that you were so tenacious in clinging to life in such a dangerous environment with a single leg, but it was extremely frustrating that you couldn't see this alley for what it was.
As if to cure such boredom, you entered another abandoned building. Turns out, the key you pried off a dead man's corpse fits perfectly. It was a psychiatric clinic owned by one Dr. Kauffman, a licensed therapist who received teachings from Dr. Kang Tu via the Astral Express. I never cared about those people. They're just cashing in on the occult, the easily "hooked", and the disturbed. You harbor at least 2/3 of those qualities. Congrats.
The walls are more notably filled with the same set of posters you've seen scattered around time. This time, you weren't feral enough to tear the posters down. However, you didn't grasp the meaning behind them either. You refused to look deeper, even when you don't recall what would stare back at you. 
Mindlessly, you staggered inside a room. There were no professionals inside as far as you could tell without any of the lights on, just a cold sofa. You walked slowly and sat down. 
As soon as you comfortably secured a position to take a rest, you realized you weren't alone.
Star-bright eyes followed your movements as soon as you entered the room.
“Gepard?”
You blinked.
“Oh. Gerard, it’s you. I thought you were–” You paused as Gerard shook his head, eyebrows furrowed with a smile that repressed his frustration. “Sorry.”
“Anyway, I’m… confused. How are you alive?” You asked. “Your arm– it’s back. What’s going on?”
Desensitized, you no longer knew what to think.
You're being strangely calm, don't you think?
But one thing was for certain: this “man” is not supposed to be standing.
Gerard pursed his lips.
“Anyway?” He mimicked you bitterly.
“What do you mean “ANYWAY”?!?”
You flinched as he took steps forward.
“You didn’t even care about me, didn’t you?!? It’s Gepard this, Gepard that– Gepard is DEAD!!!” 
Gerard screamed at your face, gripping your shoulders tightly.
“Why… Why is it always him first? When I am everything he couldn't be?” 
Gerard chuckled lowly.
“I-I was so afraid. I was so afraid that I won’t be able to see you again– that I’d disappoint you– but no, it’s always Gepard first. Why can’t you be obsessed with me in the way you were so– so…”
He cried. Hot tears ran down his cheeks as his shoulders deflated. Gerard cast his gaze to the ground while his hands reached to wipe his sorrows off his face.
“I would die for you. Why can’t you do the same?”
You tilted your head.
“Strange, now that I think about it–” you said nonchalantly. 
“Didn’t I watch you die?”
Silence.
You should comfort him.
“Gepard,” you started.
Wrong name.
“No, it’s Gepard.”
Wrong name.
“It’s not the wrong name. I know what I’m saying.”
Wrong name.
I continued to correct you.
“It’s not–” You took a shaky breath. “It’s not the wrong name, you fucking idiot.”
He remains still, quiet.
Almost frozen.
Stiff as a board.
You laughed.
“I get it now. Haha. I get it now.”
You look down, staring at the human corpse. Human corpse? No. That’s not a human. A human cannot die twice. 
You get it now. 
You’re in the Back Alley.
There are always eyes that watch the Back Alley.
You look above, particularly to no one, but you believed the scriptwriter must be listening. 
“He’s listening, isn't He?”
Yes. He is.
It's time for us to talk.
The clock struck 10:10.
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mango-bango-bby · 1 year
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Hi Mango, how are you?Can you write Sugawara with a pregnant reader? I'm just wondering how he's going to act with his paternity fuss.I miss reading Sugwara reader posts 🥰 Sorry my native language is not english. I love you.
♡ Pregnancy ♡
(A/N: Wahhhhh I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve written anything for Haikyuu and it feels so nice to write for them again 💖 I hope you like because I’d love to more for Haikyuu!!!)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic yandere, pregnancy, childbirth, AFAB!reader, children
Summary: Pregnancy headcanons with Sugawara! (Yan!Sugawara x AFAB!reader)
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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♡ Sugawara really wanted a family with you. He had honestly been dreaming of having a family with you. He’d love a traditional family, although he would always put you before his wants. But when you told him that your period was late and that you wanted him to get you a pregnancy test. He was incredibly excited so he did get the test.
♡ You are either upset about being pregnant or you’re excited. Either way, Sugawara is very excited to start a family with you. If you’re upset, he’ll still comfort you but there doesn’t mean he’s not excited and won’t try explaining the positives to you. And if you’re excited, then he’s even happier! He hug you tightly but he’s already pulling back so he doesn’t hug you even though you’re barely showing.
♡ He gets very, very protective over you. And he isolates you even more. He just is so worried about you, there are so many things that could go wrong in pregnancy and there are so many complications that could happen. He takes you to the doctor a lot, even though he’s still protective of you, he still brings you to the doctor because he’s so nervous. He’s also scared for the baby for the same reasons.
♡ Sugawara reads up a lot of pregnancy and parenting so that he is fully prepared. He is at your beck and call honestly, he’s just so in love with you. He needs to make sure you’re comfortable and not stressed at anytime because it’s bad for you. Also definitely makes you food that you want because he doesn’t want you cooking because he sees as dangerous.
♡ He is already planning on spoiling the baby! He’s already spoiling you so much, he can’t wait to spoil the baby. He buys so many toys, play mats, clothes, everything! He just can’t wait, he’s very excited. Of course, he helps you decorate the nursery as well, whatever you like!
♡ Sugawara definitely brings you to a doctor. He’s very protective over you but he could not handle seeing you and you being in so much pain, so he definitely brings you to the hospital to give birth. He’s holding your hand the whole time, he is supporting you the whole time. He’s encouraging and definitely tells you how proud he is of you because you really are incredible.
♡ He lets you hold the baby first, then he holds them. He cries when he first holds them. Even when you all get home, Sugawara holds them while just relaxing with you. He ‘nurses’ you back to health, you just gave birth, he needs you to relax. So he takes care of you as well as taking care of the baby when you can’t.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
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crisiscutie · 1 year
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It's does remind me this one song, Christmas Kids. Yandere Sephiroth tried babytrap his s/o for not leaving him. Christmas kids represent the triplets. Which is Yan!Sephiroth tried to make his s/o pregnant. They tried best to escape hell away from their own prison house. Even, they're change their name and move other country, Sephiroth will find them no matter what.
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Yandere domestic Sephiroth AU? Yes, please. I've listened to the song, I really like it. Something about sad songs with happy beats always gets to me. I may have heard it before in some YT shorts... Anyways, it fits a domestic Yandere Sephiroth and a Pregnant!Darling very well. Just imagine the darling coming back to her new home and finding Sephiroth waiting...
Companion fic here.
Content Warnings: Slight NSFW, Emotional abuse, Non-consensual touching, Pregnant Darling. Long headcanons under the cut.
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Grocery shopping for the week wasn't easy, but it had to be done. The boys won't be happy that their mother went shopping without them, but school must come first.
Plus, the darling wasn't in the mood to hear Loz and Kadaj arguing and begging for certain foods that week. But regardless of their squabbles, they are her precious gifts. Her Christmas kids, as they were born on that day. The happiest day of her life.
The darling opened the door to her new home, taking a deep breath and feeling the exhaustion from the errand. The ache in her swollen feet, aching back and sensitive milk-filled breasts was overwhelming.
But the pain and discomfort she felt in her pregnant body was a small price to pay for the freedom she and her boys gained.
The young, naïve triplet boys were confused of why their mother wanted to move suddenly, but they obeyed her with little hesitation, anyway.
The darling didn't want them to turn out like Sephiroth. His possessiveness and control were too much to bear. When he took to killing innocent people in the misguided attempt to "protect" her and the boys, that was the last straw. She knew she had to leave that fucked up place called "home" behind...
She grabbed her young boys and left their prison house when the stars aligned...
Despite her unexpected pregnancy by Sephiroth, her journey brought her here. She kept pushing forward, and the reward was a peaceful, cozy home for her and her children. Until today.
As the darling placed items on the shelves, she felt a cold, eerie sensation, as if something was watching her from the darkness.
She forced herself to ignore the eerie chill, opening the window blinds slightly as she resumed her normal stocking pace.
Even though the sun was shining brightly on this beautiful day, the eerie chill still lingered in their new home.
But it has nothing to do with what happened in their past. Definitely not. It's probably just a cold flash from her pregnancy getting so close to the end.
As she tippytoes, she strained her body to place the last few items.
As a response, the backache from her pregnant belly intensified. She could feel her baby's sporadic movements, ranging from gentle kicks to violent jolts. Maybe the darling should've invested in a step stool...
A wave of heat washed over her, a heat that was neither comforting nor from the sun, but a heat that was harsh and oppressive.
Now she's having hot flashes? Oh, the perils of pregnancy. At least this little one inside her should be much easier to have than the triplet boys.
The darling softly smiled as she recalled the adventurous banter among the triplets during their journey to a new home. They were debating the sex of their new sibling.
Loz longed for a younger brother to wrestle and play games with, knowing that he would have a better shot at winning against him, unlike his other brothers.
Yazoo, with his level-headed and composed outlook, predicted it would be a girl, welcoming the possibility of her tempering the wildness of his brothers (what a hypocrite).
Kadaj didn't care either way, as long as they didn't challenge his position as the leader and his status as his mother's (self-proclaimed) favorite.
The darling let out a deep groan as she paused her stocking. Her unborn child ended the sporadic fetal movements with the hardest kick yet. Something just isn't right... Perhaps she will see someone later this week after she and the boys finish moving in.
Suddenly, the dark, icy chill behind her shifted to a menacing heat, like a furnace blazing from the shadows. It felt so familiar, like… No! It's impossible! That chapter was a distant memory.
The darling is just imagining things. It should be no surprise that the human brain likes to play cruel tricks like this.
Like how Loz kept running to his mother, crying about seeing mysterious dark feathers around his school, the grocery store and other places their family would visit. He would complain that Sephiroth was too good at hide and seek.
The darling figured the strange dark feathers were simply a product of his mind, missing his father in his own way...
But it became alarming when Yazoo began to murmur and point out the smallest details of every single dark feather as he brought them to her.
Kadaj was getting frustrated, beginning to wonder why their father wouldn't help them finish moving in.
The darling refused to believe the boys. It could just be the ravens shredding their feathers, right?
With trembling hands, the darling slowly reached out for the final item. When she completes this simple task, she can lie down and relax. All of her stress, and the aching in her back especially, would soon be gone.
Just before she could grasp it, a large, gloved hand appeared and delicately placed the last item on the top shelf.
The darling felt a strange, unwanted sense of relief as she felt the slow and gentle strokes of another hand on her back.
...His presence could not be denied any longer. She felt his chest expanding and contracting against her head, and heard the gentle thump of his heart.
Sephiroth… No matter how many miles they traveled or how many times they changed their names and minds, he still had the determination to find them. He'll always know.
His silver tresses brushed against her skin as he hummed his sinister lullaby, pressing his lips to her ear.
His free hand grazed one of her sensitive, milk-filled teats. His hand then slowly descended, aiming for the treasure below.
His darling's swollen belly, where the new life within her stirred and grew.
He rested his hand on the center of her large belly. Warm, twisted happiness now radiated from him. His plan worked.
His darling refused to turn around. Struggling to contain her sobs, His darling averted her head from him and wept in silence.
His fingers glided over the stretched skin of her stomach, while his other hand moved lower to caress the small of her back.
As he opened his mouth, his warm breath tickled her ear.
"A touching reunion."
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I wasn't sure if the prompt ask had the darling pregnant with triplets or already had them and was pregnant with a spare child, so I just combined a little of both concepts, but regardless, thanks for the great inspiration.
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fandomnerd9602 · 11 months
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could i ask for one Yandere!Wednesday Addams x Werewolf reader? Please?
Enid walks in to find Y/N in their wolf form with a collar on…
Enid: uhh why is Y/N wearing a collar?
Wednesday: because they’re all mine
Y/n barks happily…
Wednesday lets out a devious grin…
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mangospams · 1 year
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I want to write a domestic JJK fic so bad like, the baby fever is so bad. Honestly any domestic fic at this point 😭😭😭
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Modern!Husband!Yandere!Sukuna Ryomen
Because who needs healthy relationships with boundaries?
Warnings: Reader’s gender is not mentioned, but there is a hypothetical scenario for cis-females and pregnancy, there is also discussion on adultery and murder, and treatment of children as though they’re objects and not actual humans. 
Enjoy.
A very chill husband, believe it or not. He loves you wholeheartedly and perfectly, that is to say, as long you belong to him nothing else matters.
His affection borders on the psychotic, and should you cheat on him (although God knows why, he's a fine ass man), he'll kill your lover even if they were cognizant about your marriage or not, and try to win your heart back. 
Speaking of adultery, he would never cheat on you. Though he would probably lure someone with some flirting as a way of “teasing” you and you two would end up murdering the third party together. (Let’s face it, you’re both literally crazy for each other.) 
He doesn't care about traditional gender roles and is more than happy to cook and clean and replace the fire alarm batteries and fix the fridge while his baby is busy bringing home the bacon. 
If money isn't an issue he'd quit his job. Although to be honest, the only reason he works is so he wouldn't lose his mind waiting for you at home. No, really. You occupy his mind 90 percent of the time. 
Horny guy. Has railed you on every available surface in the house that isn't dirty.
Hates being away from you, so he tries to come with you to your business trips. If he can't for whatever reason, he refuses to go a day without calling you once in the morning and once before bed.
Not that desperate to “continue his legacy.” He doesn’t care about the future, he only cares about you and being with you and makes you happy because you’re his present. You’re his love and his family. So don’t worry if you don’t want kids, because you’re more than enough for him. You’re all that he needs.
Speaking of family, if you could physically get pregnant and eventually did get pregnant, but then died giving birth, he would definitely hate his kid. He would still raise the thing because it’s part you, and he knows you’ll hate him for not taking care of it, but if one were to turn back time, he would choose you over it any day. 
All in all, Ryomen Sukuna is a horrible human being and a terrible father, but the perfect husband. 
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