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Behind The Glass Wall:

Summary: It was hard for everyone to trust the youngest after the incident.

But it seemed you were the only one to interact with him at all, even if his brothers tried dragging you away.

He started to realize, he shouldn’t have killed you. Your so…innocent and sweeter than the best candy he ever had. And was seemly waiting to be eaten alive by a demon or even his brothers.

He can’t have that. He needs to save you, save you from everyone and everything. Even yourself, and he’ll make sure of it.

—•—•—•—

Happy Halloween!!!!

This fic will be loooong.

Also, some of the tigger warnings are in the tags.

And if you hate Yandere-ish content please scroll.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Mrs.Potato Head-Melanie Martinez

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me

Is it true that pain is beauty?

Does a new face come with a warranty?

Will a pretty face make it better?

Oh Mr. potato head tell me

How did you afford her surgery?

Do you swear you'll stay forever,

Even if her face don't stay together?

—•—•—•—

He groaned as the light of lamps in his room brighten the usually dark room. “Morning Belphie.” He heard the groggy voice of his twin. Also being woken up by the lights.

“Morning Beel…” He moved his hand to his favorite pillow and stretched. Popping his back and legs.

He started to rub his eyes as his twin shuffled around and soon started creaking through their shared room.

“Who’s on breakfast…” “I think it’s Mc..?”

Oh, he looked back at his twin as he put on his usual shirt. “Oh, okay…” once he heard that, he started to get up, along with more urgency.

He always likes these days.

—•—•—•—

“Hello Belphie, you’re up extremely early.” Asmodeus cheekily smiled as he just groaned. “I got up at the same time as Beel…” “Well that’s Beel, but you? You sleep until the afternoon.” Mammon said as he ate some pancakes.

“No matter, we’re happy you finally got up early.” Lucifer drunk his coffee slowly.

“But it’s weird you only do it on days where Mc is cooking.” Leviathan noted as he played on his phone. “You must really like their cooking…Hmm. Can’t judge you on that.” Beel stuffed his cheeks like a chipmunk would.

“Is that a problem?” “Nah, just a little strange…” his brothers started their decline in conversation as they just ate the food given.

“Good morning Belphie. Here’s some breakfast.” He pricked his head as he heard the familiar morning voice.

“Oh thanks…” he picked up a fork and started to dig in his food.

“Say Belphie, would you like to accompany me to the planetarium this afternoon?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” His eyes narrowed down at the warming food growing cold.

“Um sur—”

“Actually Mc, I do need help with some paperwork in my office after school. I would like it if you joined me.”

“Oh honey no! Mc, we need to go too Majolish! I heard a sale is going on!”

“Hey! I’m their first and I should have them first!”

His annoying brothers started to bicker. Just great, he couldn’t even get his answer out before his stupid eldest brother cut in.

“What time do you wanna meet Belphie…?” He heard the faint whisper in his ear, making his neck tickle by their breath.

“Um, how does 9pm sound?” “Just prefect.” He saw them in his vision, as they moved and straighten their back. And as they started to calm the others down.

“You boys gotta understand I have homework as well? I can’t always do them in a week.” His eyes didn’t tear from them, like a trance was put on him just for shits and giggles.

“I’ll try and let you guys have your time with me. Alright?” The brothers begrudgingly agreed at the accommodation and started to pack up.

“Hey, Belphie.” He snapped out when he felt a push on shoulder.

“We have to get going.” Beel munched on some bacon still in his mouth. “Beel…” he tried finding the words, it was…just stuck in his throat up to his tongue.

“Hm? Yeah Belphie?” His twin stared into his eyes as he nervously shook off any thoughts. “Nothing, I think I got nervous…?”

“Was it the fighting? Sorry if it was.”

“Maybe…I don’t really know.” He doesn’t even understand the reason behind it.

But maybe it will be solved,

Maybe.

—•—•—•—

He was resting in third period, finally.

A chance to relax and take his mind off of his brothers and onto the person he deemed an angelic creature.

Sent down to either tease him or to give him a purpose to protect something, maybe for a another chance.

He finally felt the feeling of drifting into a peaceful empty nap.

But it snapped by a tapping on the table, annoyingly loud.

“Belphegor.”

He just wanted to sleep, why did he just get pulled out by his own brother. Fucking asshole.

“I heard what you both planned during breakfast…” Ah, so that was entire point of this. “And let me tell you this Belphegor.”

His brother leaned on the desk and stared directly into his eye, “If I ever hear, that you harmed Mc again…I will never show you any mercy.” His blood red eyes stared and seemed to glow in anger.

“Why would I ever do that again? Mc is fine…And we’re talking to each other just fine…” He tried to stand his ground. But it felt like his own brother would snap his neck if he spoke the wrong words.

“I learned my lesson didn’t I?”

“It might be that for you and Mc. But not for us.” Lucifer almost spat in his face.

“Do you understand?” He bit his lip as he unknowingly nodded to his brother’s words.

“Good, have fun. But understand why we had this conversation.” Lucifer rubbed his throat, but he could only stare at the desk he sat at, as his brother walked away,

strictly as always.

—•—•—•—

Teddy Bear-Melanie Martinez

Gave you love, put my heart inside you

Oh, what could I do

When you started talking in your sleep

Saying things you'd do to me

I didn't care, I wasn't scared.

—•—•—•—

“You finally made it!” His steps dragged him forward as some form of sleep invaded his head. But it came and then shortly after, it left when he heard their voice.

A gentle melody to him, a little pill he needed for rest. Be it psychical or mentally, he didn’t mind either one.

“I got us some snacks. Though I did have to hide it from Beel.” They sighed, not out of annoyance just plain old love.

“Beel has a great sense of smell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell something miles away.” He slowly dropped to his knees as they sorted some of the snacks.

Some were his favorite, while some just seemed to be there for filler.

“You didn’t have to get so much. Especially for me?” He laughed a bit as they just puffed at his claim.

“I just wanna make this little thing special. And what’s been going on with your…”

They paused.

“My brothers, right?”

“Eh it’s fine. I know they’ll come around one of these days.” He shrugged but didn’t catch the concern look adorning their features.

“I’m patient, so I can wait for them. Just like I did in the attic.” He started his pick with a bag of chips. But before he could actually open it.

“But…that isn’t nice or welcomed.”

“Either is me harming you when all you wanted to do is help…I think you’re too nice.” He chirped as he started to dive in his chips.

you’re too nice…

He flinched as he thought back to those words. To nice…that’s what got them killed.

Being gullible and trusting a demon, especially one locked in an attic.

That’s what got them killed…

Oh.

No.

Oh no.

“Belphie..?” He was enveloped in his raging thoughts, that he didn’t notice their concern. “Belphie!”

“Huh?” “You good..? You spaced out there…” Their face was a mix of different kinds. He couldn’t tell at the moment.

“Oh sorry, just…a passing thought.” He rubbed his eyes as they sighed. “Belphie…is something going on?”

…

“Anything of worry?”

…

“What happen…”

…

“Belphegor!” “!!!”

He froze, they never raised or used that tone of voice. It was new, and scary.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Their eyes grew slanted as they tried finding something to grasp on.

A feeling of something, anger, sadness, anything negative.

He just looked away, not wanting to see their sadden face.

“Maybe it does bug me…” “Oh Belphie…” He tried not to just grab them and squeeze. He just let them softly cradle his head in their warm arms.

“Why didn’t you just tell me..?” “It’s a little sensitive…” He heard them sighed and whine. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that.”

“It’s okay.” He moved to place his head on their chest. Loving the feeling of it, he could sleep here for the rest of time.

—•—•—•—

He awoken too the ruffling of blankets, cracking his eyes open and looking up to see Mammon and Mc talking to each other.

Mc smiled at his seemly sleeping form, the smile they seemed to save for him only. Even if they thought he was asleep.

But Mammon wasn’t to happy, tapping Mc’s shoulder to get them to focus on him.

He placed his head back down as not to strain his neck. But he couldn’t help but listen in.

“How were you comfortable at all?” “I actually slept like a baby.” They giggled as Mammon huffed.

He heard a low mutter come from older brother as he leaned a little towards them. “Especially with Belphegor around…”

“Mammon.” “What? It’s true.” “Mammon I got over it. I’m fine with him, leave it.” He scoffed at their stern voice of denial.

“You’re way too trusting. It gonna get you killed.” “…” all of them deadpanned as they soaked in his stupid sentence.

You’re way too trusting

“Nice one Mammon.” They sneered teasingly, “HEY IM SORRY!” Mammon panicked as he tried apologizing to them.

“Heheh, Mammon. Calm down, it’s okay. I forgive you.” They kept laughing at the expense of the white haired man.

“Hmm, can’t you two keep it down..?” Feigning that he was asleep for the whole conversation.

“Oh, hi Belphegor.” Mc slapped his shoulder as he flinched. “Hey!” “Good morning Belphie.”

“Good morning Mc…” He rubbed the crust from his tired eyes. “You can go ahead Mammon, we’ll meet up with you in the living room.”

Mammon opened his mouth in protest. But a dark glare from Mc shut him up.

“*Sigh* Alright, I’m going.” He groaned getting up and held his arms behind his head.

Nodding to Mc, he left slowly. Like he was waiting for him strike.

“You can go.” His older brother just nodded and left. The only sounds for were that of footsteps and wind from the outdoor windows.

“I’ll get us some food. Lay here for a bit, take a nap while you’re at it.” They teased, causing him to groan at their statement.

“Shut up, I don’t sleep that much.” “Uh huh, whatever you say pretty boy.”

You’re way too trusting…

—•—•—•—

And it's so terrifying how you paralyze me,

Now you're showing up inside my home.

Breathing deep into the phone.

I'm so unprepared, I'm fucking scared.

—•—•—•—

“What is the formula for the radius of a circle?” He held a book up over his face. He tried reading the lines, but they faded out into each other.

He didn’t care for most of this stuff, but if it was for them.

He doesn’t mind,

“r=C/2pi”

“Prefect, alright.” He shut the book in between his hands as it lowered towards his chest.

“I think you’ll past the…*yawn*” He placed his hand infront of his face.

“Test…” He heard them chuckle, making his cheeks a little hot and pink.

“I hope so, but what I’m worried about is you sleeping during it.” “I will not…” “Okay mister sloth.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You’re a dick.”

He held his snort as they packed up their backpack yet still chuckling.

“Let’s call it a night. I gotta do some other stuff…” They tiredly got up from their cushion,

When he saw them moving to the door way. He started to get the feeling of panic.

He had no idea why he felt like this way, it was like…a gut instinct.

But he also had no recognition that he rushed to grab their wrist before they actually left.

“Um. Belphie? You need something?” “Who are you going to.” His voice was sterner than he wanted.

He didn’t want to alarm them any further.

“Just Lucifer with paperwork? Like I always do.” They smiled nervously as the tight feeling furthered in intensity.

“But…I wanna.” He couldn’t find those words he wanted to say, almost none.

The first couple of them were scattered, but the rest…just seemed to distant to tell.

So he said it with actions, pulling them closer as he moved in to meet them halfway.

“I just…” his voice faded into their hair, which they nodded but wanted to protest. “Belphie please I gotta go…”

“No you don’t.”

*Cough!*

He panicked and loosened his gripped around their ribs. “I’m sorry Mc…”

He laid his fingers on their chest as they stilled and heaved.

“B-Belphie…What was that a-about..?” They still tried to regain their breath.

He didn’t answer, just placed his head on their chest. “Stay…with me.”

Not wanting to be further hurt or anything worse, they just nodded as they started to slow their breathing.

He smiled. Finally, their heart rate is going down. No longer on the edge of a anxiety attack.

“I love you…” He didn’t mean to say it out loud for them to hear, but…it felt right for him.

“Yeah…love ya…*Sigh* too.”

—•—•—•—

Tag, You’re It-Melanie Martinez

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it.

—•—•—•—

Time felt, weird…too say the least.

Time felt long yet short, short yet long. The minutes blur and the clock that struck each hour made no noise.

Maybe that’s what got him to act more on it. If time didn’t exist to him, then he had nothing to worry for.

Only them.

And only them.

Not his brothers.

Not Diavolo.

Not Anyone…

But just seemed that Mc couldn’t just let go of them. Keep them in the back of their mind and just think of him.

Think of him as a savior, here to keep them. Not as a pet of any sort but instead,

A possible lover, and maybe a spouse.

He drooled at the idea, even before this happened to either of them.

He loved it, Mc in beautiful attire. Awaiting him at the alter, looking lovingly at him.

And him wiping their tears before they ruined their perfect makeup, and both of them saying their vows.

Ones he can’t wait to practice for them.

And he can’t wait for that day, but for now.

He has to wait.

“Mc…Are you awake.” He shifted to face them, but only to see their back.

“Mc…” He slowly moved his hand and as gently as he could, grabbed their arm. He just wanted to shift them and to face him.

“Mc…good morning.” He smiled as their eyes started to slightly open.

“Hmm” they moaned as he pushed himself a little closer. Rubbing their back, to provide comfort for a new day.

“How did you sleep last night…?” His voice was groggy and it felt dry. He wanted water, but not until he knew Mc was doing fine.

“It was, fine. I guess.” They laid on their stomach, which cause their cheek to squish against the pillow.

A cute sight.

“I’m going to get some water, *cough* I’m really thirsty.” Rubbing the sleep away, he heard a mumble of approval.

“You want some water?” He maneuver his head to look them in their eyes.

They shrugged, to disoriented to actually think and answer.

“Okay…I’ll get it for you.” He “knew” what they were trying to say.

They been together for a while.

Haven’t they?

While setting out, he heard some ruffles and clinks behind him.

“Mc, don’t move to much.” He sighed as they groaned. Holding their head as it felt splitting.

“It’s okay Mc, lay down and I’ll get ya pain meds.”

He heard another groan which he took it as a sign and left.

They had no idea how they got in this situation. Again, time felt so weird.

Maybe it’s their intense headache that made it so difficult

Or just the same dark room they now reside in.

“What even happened…? How did I get here?” They sat on their legs, not wanting to plop back on the pillows.

“I was just doing my homework…and now.” They tried moving their left but couldn’t get far. “This…”

Sighing, they moved to the edge of the bed. The only position that didn’t hurt.

Not their head,

not their tired legs,

it was fine position.

One they found comfort in, and one to huddle themselves in.

The thought of it all was cut as the door opened somewhat loudly for them and the bruising headache.

“Oh! You’re up.” He closed the door with his foot but locked it with his free hand.

“Here…pain meds, but it’s gonna take a bit before they set.” He held their own hand out and placed two pills.

The pills they remembered, “Thanks…” they muttered before popping it down.

While they drank their cup of cold water,

they saw and noted that Belphegor was staring more than usual.

“Do…do you need something?” He twitched before he shook his head.

“It’s nothing, I just, like staring at you.” His smile felt genuine, but had that force to it.

Pushing it off, they continued in silence, Mc only takin occasional glances.

“There, doesn’t a cup of water feel nice in the morning?” He took it and placed it on the nightstand.

It sat by his cup that he barely touched.

“I thought you were thirsty?” He nodded but didn’t grab it.

“I know, but you’re more important.”

“It’s a cup of water…”

“You could still choke, I have to be prepared to help.”

Now he’s being unreasonable, “It’s just water down the wrong pipe?”

“What’s so bad about it? You get over it after a minute or two…?”

He just chuckled like they’re the madman that just stated so fucking dumb.

“But I can’t have any discomfort for you Mc. You’re very special to me…” He brushed strands of hair from their hair.

His smile was dazed, possibly in a daydream. “But you won’t remove the chain.”

“Oh no, that’s a negative.” He moved down and placed his head on their thighs. Rubbing soft circles on them, “Despite it, I need you here…it’s just, I need to see you-

Happy and comfortable. So we can live a more, happy life.”

Their face grew disgusted, “Your morals are fucked…”

“I’m a demon, what did you expect.” His grew malicious.

—•—•—•—

His sleeping face was peaceful, void of any malicious he had before.

It was a habit for him to sleep so often, even with the whole, tying someone to a bed thing. It was a product of being cursed with sloth.

*How does he expect me to ever like this?* they clicked their tongue in annoyance.

The room was still dark as a cave, so they really couldn’t go anywhere. Especially with ankle chain that pinned them to the bed.

*Especially with no free movement…*

They touch the nearest wall, just to hold the feeling of any peace they could harvest.

Maybe it was the coldness of it?

Or maybe they could stare at it and mentally leave this wretched room.?

They didn’t know, but it was better than nothing.

—•—•—•—

“Belphegor can’t you just leave me alone?”

They hid and held their head, showing annoyance and just plain distaste.

“What got you going now?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” They glanced at the man angrily.

“First off, you just took me into your attic and tied me down to the bed. Second, you keep talking about crazy things that won’t even happen?”

“They will.”

“Tch, how are you so sure? Especially when you’re so stupid as to make the person you love hate you?”

“You don’t.” “HAH, yeah right…”

They quickly planted themselves and faced the wall. Never pointing in his direction.

“Mc, look at me.” He wanted nothing more than to be looked at. Was it so hard to do that for him?

“Fuck. Off.” They nudged his arm away.

“Mc.”

“FUCK OFF.” Their voice was hard and bitter, making him jump a little.

Not before he sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Mc, I’m not in the mood to explain everything…” “I’m not in the mood to talk with a piece of shit.”

*Sigh*

“Mc. Just…look at me real quick.” He said and petted their hair.

Recently washed and dried and smelled of lavender.

“You are so precious to me…I just, don’t want anything to happen to you. Nothing, nothing shall happen.”

“Understand that I’m doing this for you…” Their cold face faltered a little at his words.

But they still retaliated and stayed silent.

“And I know it may be hard to get accustomed to this. But we can work on thi—”

SLAP

*tick*

“Get the fuck away from me.”

His cheek stung and their hand felt red, “What made you think. That this was a good idea?”

“Are you psychotic? Are you just plain dumb?”

He slowly turned his head towards the person laying on the bed.

“You realize people are looking for me…? You stupid bitch.” Their face grew with a manic smile.

“So what is your plan mister kidnapper?”

…

….

…..

“Yeah, fucking nothing huh?”

They chuckled to themselves as their eyes glazed for as much as he could see.

“You’ve just hurt me all over again…”

“Hehe, I should’ve never trusted you. Your brothers are right.”

They curled in a ball as their breath grew shaky. “I should have never trusted you.”

He shifted his hand slowly and silently to their’s. He wanted to provide comfort, but had to do so in secret.

“I hate you…”

—•—•—•—

“Mc. Food is ready…”

“Not hungry.”

He could only see their backside. Seemly to be staring at the tiny window pointing towards the stars.

“Mc, you haven’t ate in a few days…” they heard his voice, but didn’t move an inch.

He sighed, he knew they would be difficult. That’s the whole beginning stages of it all.

Like having a baby, or maybe getting a new pet.

It all takes time, to achieve the sense of trust and love.

He wanted to put it on the bright side of things.

To make it easier for him.

“It’s something plain…Mammon made it. He misses you, so he made it in a…sort of memory since you disappeared.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, sure…”

While they never saw it, the nosies of clanking and metal hitting.

They had an idea that he was either organizing the food or doing something else.

Not sure what, just something.

“Alright…” the bed dipped in weight as they continued their activity.

What they didn’t expect was something poking their arm.

“What..!” They frantically moved but promptly fell of the bed.

Making them hiss in discomfort of the rude fall. “The fuck?! W-what are you trying to do!”

Looking at him, eyes laid on a little shiny pin like item.

An IV.

Small, but looked clean. Thank god.

“Food.” “That’s not food…” “It is, I heard on TV before that patients usually get these for some food related thing…”

He jokingly waved his hand, “So since you’re not eating…I have to…force it in you.”

“No…you’re not putting it in my arm.”

“Mc…”

“NO!”

“Please no…don’t, I don’t like it…I don’t like any of this…at ALL!”

They stomped their foot,

“Mc, you understand why food is important…?” “Yes, but—”

“Then you understand why I’m going to do this.”

Each took step he, they moved back.

Though it wouldn’t help their racing heart when they hit the wall.

“Mc.” “No! Leave me alone! G-go away!”

They tried pushing him away, wanting to have some sort of advantage.

But what luck would have,

“Mc!”

“Leave me—”

CRACK

“Huh…?”

*drip*

“You…broke my wrist.”

*drip*

“And the IV…”

—•—•—•—

“I’m sorry…I’m trying to be gentle.” He winced as they cried.

“Why?! Why did you-*cough* Do that?!”

Their eyes grew red, their cheeks became stained, and their wrist bruised by the second.

“Why…Why?! Tell me please!”

He was finally done, after trail and error. He made a functional splint, it wouldn’t do much as professional help would.

But he did his best.

Though he had no idea how to help them,

the crying person.

One he so loves, and the one he has hurt.

Maybe it was demonic instincts that did it? Or was he making another excuse?

“Mamaaa…please. Help meee.” “Ssshhh…Mc it’s done. It’s okay.”

He did what he could best,

Send them to sleep.

“Ssshhh, I know. But It’ll go away in no time…” brushing away their fizzled hair, he rubbed their cheek gently with his thumb.

“It’s okay Mc…I’m here to help.”

“Just sleep for now, I’ll be here when you wake up. Okay?”

“Mamaa…”

“I know…”

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Though, at first. We didn’t know how to treat him.” He ranted as to fill in the empty silence that was of Mc.

They just stared at the ceiling, disassociated from the world entirely.

“We did all we could…” he placed his head on their chest, feeling their heartbeat and warmth. The things he adores most.

“With me, the only worst part that my horns. Extremely painful. Even nowadays.” He rubbed his head.

“But it faded as time went on.”

“Uh huh…” they muttered, still listed in a daydream of their own.

One of freedom, love, and the others.

Oh, how they missed them. Their stupid antics, funny yet adorable laughs, just…they missed them.

“So if you ever turn into a demon Mc. I’ll be there to help you the best I can…” He smiled, loving the comfort their warmth provided.

All for him.

And no one else.

“Okay…” He heard their empty reply, but didn’t mind it.

They’ll come around.

They have to,

If they ever wanted to leave.

*drip*

—•—•—•—

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Belphie!! Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to search for ya for days!”

He saw his older rush to his position on the steps. “I…”

“Shh, Belphegor. You’re covered in blood. We have to get you cleaned. Beelzebub.”

“Okay…”

“C’mon…” His dazed eyes stared at his twin’s hand. It was still the same size but seemed to be roughed.

“But…I”

“Belphegor, you’re very out of it…We’ll be here okay? Go on now.”

Satan looked at his brother before patting his back.

“Okay…”

“What happened…?” Asmodeus trilled his longer strands of his peach hair.

“The blood’s days old, along with Belphegor disappearance…Seems like he wanted to find Mc.”

Satan made a conclusion, though he knew it was not full.

He still found holes in the answer. Ones he needed to check.

“But the blood smelled like…Mc’s?” Mammon shivered while the some others turned away.

“He possibly found their corpse.” Leviathan stated but he heard the fourth disagree.

“There’s no trail leading outside, and why would he climb through the attic’s window…?”

He pointed up, signaling the window that was impossibly high up.

“There’s something fishy…And I don’t like where’s its going…”

Without any other words, he followed the steps following into the attic.

“Be careful Satan!”

“I will.”

—•—•—•—

*Creak*

The metal door opened slowly, showing the way into the dark room.

The only light was that of the moon. Illuminating the pillows on the bed.

He noted the droplets of blood on them, along with the sheets.

*squish*

He shuddered at the horrible sound and feeling of a liquid socking into his shoe.

“More blood…”

His stomach turned and twisted as he took his slow steps.

Trying to maintain his breathing and harsh heartbeat.

“The smell…” he held his nose as the blood became coagulated in the late night.

But the trail of it didn’t help, it made all the worst.

It pointed to the closest, dived with blood.

“I-I…”

“SATAN?! You okay?!” He flinched but took his composure back.

“I’m still looking!”

His breathing came back rigid, and his head became dizzy.

“I…I can’t believe this…” he grabbed the handle.

Slowly, but surely.

It started to open, the smell that was trapped inside was finally aired throughout the room.

And hit him in the face, he resisted the urge to barf.

He pulled on the last part, and held his breath.

Before actually looking at the main being that caused this room to bleed.

Their blood, infected the woods.

Their mucus follow and laid almost yellowed.

The bugs that seemly crawled through to get here ate at it.

Enjoying the meal they were given.

The arm of the victim laid near their feet.

Along with their seemed to be vocal cords.

Their skin, paled and broken.

Sat in the corner, wasting away and providing nature with their corpse.

Along with it, their eyes stared to nowhere.

Only showing the terror they had succumbed to in their last moments.

It was all broken, ruined, and made the flood gates break and rush.

*PLEGH*

*COUGH*

….

………

…………..

End~

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SINATRA IS PLAYING. SOMEWHERE IN THE BLACK NOTHINGNESS OF THE BASEMENT STUDY, FAINT MUSIC CAN BE HEARD, which isn't unusual, because it's very rarely not playing. What is unusual is being able to hear it from outside the basement: William, unsteady on his feet, lost in his own thoughts, pauses just outside the door, head cocked intently.

The door is ajar. He wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't heard the music. Knows instantly what's going on: the record shows I took the blows and did it my way and that's Michael in there, isn't it ? Never able to leave good enough alone, always in his way, yes it was my way his head fucking hurts. That's Michael's fault too. Maybe there's an innocent explanation but he doubts it. William sometimes still sees red splattered over his boy's hands when he looks at him. You raised a killer, he remembers, and then stifles a hysterical giggle: he wouldn't even have minded if Michael hadn't picked his own brother. Couldn't even do that right. His little fox.

There are times when he remembers his own footsteps. As if from outside himself. They'd been quieter once. Moved with silent necessity, presence invisible. This is not the case now. William's footsteps are deliberate, purposeful. A hunter closing in. Who is that, now ? I've got you under my skin, I've got you deep in the heart of me, oh, he remembers this. It had played on the radio in the hospital, too. He can picture Michael's little face in that hospital, red - eyed and wild; pictures him in his workshop now, that same wild expression present as he hears his father's footsteps descending. Because it's too late to pretend he's not there, pointless to lie, because William always knows. Quick, he's down the stairs and standing in his study , expressionless, save for that knowing, thin, little smile playing over his face. I've got you under my skin . . .

Room seems untouched. But William knows. Papers placed back in almost the same way as if they'd never been disturbed, the crumpled furiously - flung balls of plans and schematics waded through too recently. He stands in the doorway, unmoving, until his distant, probing eyes find his son, pick him out in the near nonexistent lighting.

Smile broadens then. Don't you know, little fool ? You can never win. No winning in this basement, under his skin. Hasn't slept in a while ? - - - what does that matter ? He feels fantastic. Eyes itching, burning, on Michael. " Looking for something in particular ? " Too friendly, too light. William's terrible expression lengthens in the shadows pouring from the upstairs lighting. " Come closer, son. Let me see you properly. "

#(( OH BOY ! offers THIS william to michael as if this will go well ! ))#(c) answered.#tw mental deterioration #(oxo) family disappointment: william & michael.#tw psychosis #tw dysfunctional family #(( not like a full blown psychotic break . but tagging for general mindset & delusional thinking etc ! ))#tw blood #tw murder #tw death #tw hospital #tw child loss #a; bravevolunteer #( ask to tag. )

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animeyanderelover · 4 months

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I did something like this before with Dazai but I just sort of redid it again because I was in the mood.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, touchiness, stalking, paranoia, controlling behavior, manipulation, guilt-tripping, isolation, abduction, pregnancy, C-section, mentions of non-con, Stockholm syndrome, baby-trapping, afab s/o

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz @shumidehiro @izanami78

Pregnancy Hc’s

Pluto

🐺You've always wondered if Pluto due to being a Demon Hound would go into rut as well now that apparently he has chosen you as his mate. You remember having done a lot of research on wolves. Now that you are permanently stuck with him in a den filled with clothes and blankets he has stolen from villages to keep you warm, you can't help but feel scared when you see the worst fits of winter slowly passing by and the snow melting. Breeding season is from February to March as you can recall and so you watch with growing caution and worry Pluto's behavior. He's recently acted strange. He always rubs his scent all over you, growls as soon as you dare to leave his vision and has been getting a lot more aggressive and irritated with every living being around his den. You fear the worst as he grows clingier and clingier until one day your worst fears are confirmed when sharp nails rip your old and worn-out clothes from your body as red pupils dilate and you feel his erection rutting against your entrance, irritated that he can't get in before he finally slips into you. He barely separates from you during his rut as he spends his time either breeding you or cuddling next to you protectively.

🐺You know that he would be the one who would notice your potential pregnancy first due to his enhanced senses and when he soon starts nudging your tummy with a satisfied rumble coming from deep within his chest and starts licking it, you take it as a confirmation that he succeeded in breeding you. You don't take the news well because you know that you have no doctor to visit and no midwife to help you when you'll eventually give birth. You only have Pluto with you who resembles from behavior and intelligence a wolf. You can't help but sob a bit when you realise that you'll have to essentially go through pregnancy and birth all by yourself. Pluto, distressed by your sorrow and stress, starts whining and tries to ease your distress by cuddling himself physically close to you. Obviously he doesn't understand what you are thinking right now or why you are so stressed in the first place. He only knows that he doesn't like to see you so panicked and sad, especially now that you carry pups.

🐺As the male wolf who sired the offspring developing in your tummy, he grows exponentially more protective as his instincts remind him that he is protector and provider for the mother of his children as well as the babies themselves. He starts hunting animals and even buries them for later. You do your best to light up a fire in here to cook the raw meat or just command Pluto to breathe fire for you, a useful trick you've taught him ever since he abducted you. A part of his brain also recalls occasionally what food you consumed when you were still living in a town and since food is now more important than ever with you gestating his young, he raids towns in his Hound form for food and brings it to you. You don't want to touch food that has been directly touched by his saliva when he spits it out in front of you but you accept canned food which Pluto remembers for his next hunt. Besides his hunt for food and his pursuit of everything that dares to get too close to his den, he spends all of his time wrapped around you. Either in his human or hound form.

🐺You notice that Pluto is confused when you don't give birth within spring and you assume it's because his kind usually gestates young quicker than a human. He whimpers as he presses his nose and ears confused against your swelling stomach as he looks up at you with concerned eyes. You assume that he can sense that the babies are developing fine inside of you as well as that you are healthy which only leaves him majorly confused. You can't help but wonder if you are still growing faster than a normal pregnant human would or if you are actually expecting more than one because you could swear that your stomach looks bigger than it should be already. The only thing you can do for now is wait though. Pluto grows more protective and anxious the more time passes by as his confusion and unease only grow as you don't give birth as well as seeing you starting to struggle as your belly swells and starts hindering you from moving around as much.

🐺As soon as you can confirm first movement and you realise how much movement it is, you can only silently confirm that you are definitely carrying more than one baby. When Pluto sees and feels the movement in your belly too, he lets out a few excited howls and starts licking your belly more from that day on to show you as well as the pups inside more affection. You really wish that he could talk like a normal human whenever he presses his ears against your stomach because you think that with his enhanced senses he might even be able to hear the heartbeat of the babies and can count them. You can only leave the den when he is with you and the more pronounced and rounded your stomach becomes, the more he insists that you ride on his hound form so that you don't tire yourself. He ususally remains in hound form as he watches you cleaning yourself in the river, his ears twitching and turning around with every small rustle and sound.

🐺When autumn arrives and the babies are still not born, his anxiety increases. He frantically starts stealing more food as well as clothes and blankets for you to prepare for winter. He's often wrapping himself around you in his hound form nowadays to keep you and your big belly all the time warm. You expect to give birth soon as you have done the basic calculation and at this rate you can't wait as your stomach has gotten so huge. Your labor starts and your water breaks in early winter as you spend hours upon hours with contractions. Pluto is emotionally just as distraught as you are as he cries and whimpers, licking your sweaty head as he tries to comfort and encourage you as you birth his kids. Nearly a day filled with pain later, you've given birth to three boys, all with his silver hair. If he'd have a tail right now, it would wag like crazy as he lets out what you assume are excited barks as he tenderly chews off their umbilical cord and licks them clean before he carefully pushes all of them against your chest. He pulls a few stolen blankets over his new family before turning into his hound form and wrapping himself protectively around his mate and freshly born litter.

Snake

⚕️Snake is a hybrid himself so chances of him experiencing something akin to mating season aren't unlikely. It will probably not be as strong with Snake who is normally always a more shy and insecure around you but there is an intense need for him during such periods to mate with you and breed. He is conscious of his sexual urges though and generally tries to avoid you during such times. He doesn't want to force the sexual act on you even if all of his snakes try to coax him into believing that he shouldn't resist his nature. Snake refuses though even if temptation is sometimes very strong when he feels the warmth of your body on his skin as his pupils go from their ususal slits to growing, black orbs as he feels his desire flaring up hotly inside his body. Sex during this period of time is rougher as the normally more submissive male becomes more dominate, although he tries to be more careful with you despite essentially being in heat.

⚕️As he eventually calms down from his heat and returns to his normal self, although highly ashamed and apologetic afterwards, his snakes and him soon sense that he has succeeded in what his heat-addled brain wanted to do. You're pregnant. He doesn't know how he should tell you and hesitates for a while. Snake is terrified that you'll be angry with him for impregnating you and also worries that you might reject the child to whom he seems to already form an attachment to. His golden eyes often focus on your stomach as he grows more protective and starts following you around more often. His snakes seem to try to tell you what Snake hesitates to speak out as they wrap themselves around your stomach protectively to protect the precious life inside. You can tell that something is going on but Snake still can't speak up. So far no one besides Sebastian seems to have caught on, the butler telling Snake in an amused tone that he should tell you soon as you are already suspicious.

⚕️He apologizes as soon as he has told you and you can see that he is visibly anxious and nervous for your reaction. At this point you've had your own suspicions already as your period has been late and you've started to experience some typical symptoms like a change of smell. You are a bit unsure because this pregnancy wasn't fully planned even if you were aware of Snake's intentions when you agreed to have sex with him during his heat but you also don't hate the baby and just decide to raise it together with him. Snake is visibly relieved when he hears your answer as his eyes water a bit. He's shaking a bit when he hugs you because he is excited, nervous and anxious all at the same time. Snake seems to be a bit unwilling to share the news initially with Ciel and all the other human servants as he is quite protective but he knows that it's necessary so he soon tells the Earl of Phantomhive about the fact that you're expecting. When Mey-Rin, Bardroy and Finny find out, they're busily congratulating him as well as suggesting names for the baby, even arguing over it.

⚕️Snake feels increasingly more uneasy and worried whenever he has to leave you alone so to not feel as anxious, he always leaves a few of his snakes in your company. All of his animal friends gladly do him the favor of looking out and guarding you and there is always at least one poisonous among those who stay with you. Just to be completely sure that nothing happens to you whilst you are pregnant. So you end up always having one snake gently wrapped around your neck whilst the other one is wrapped around your stomach for as long as it is still possible. Snake gets all flustered when you slowly start developing a baby bump, his hands trembling slightly when he touches your tummy with his hands carefully as if afraid that even the slightest touch could harm the precious life inside. He's more warily than ever when he brings you over to the mansion because all other servants, besides Sebastian, have been kind of asking him if he could let you visit. His snakes have been against it, it's only because you wanted to come over that he yields. He's still cautious and stays alerted because he knows that the servants in this mansion can be quite clumsy and he wouldn't want anything to harm you.

⚕️He has been sensing it for kind of a while now and his snakes have been too but Snake waits for a while to confirm his suspicion as your stomach swells with new life until the first kicks eventually happen. It's then that he can confirm that he has been sensing two lives within you and all of his snakes have done so too. He looks anxious when he tells you this because one child is already such a big responsibility. Two at once is even bigger of a responsibility though and he can't help but worry even if he is also equally as excited. At one point your stomach gets too big for some of his snakes to comfortably wrap around so instead they curl themselves over your stomach comfortably as soon as you sit down or lay in bed. You notice that they are often hissing, their tongue flipping out as their head moves closer to your stretched skin. Snake informs you that they're communicating with the babies inside your stomach and often translates to you what they're saying. Both of you actually wonder if the babies will also be able to understand snakes like he does and judging from the increased movements whenever a snake is talking to them, you like to imagine that they do.

⚕️As happy as Snake is, he's also more prone to insecurities. He's worried that his children might also be made anomalies due to him being their father. He manages to convince Ciel with the huge support of the other free human servants to be given some time off when you approach your due date. He rejects the offer that you could come over to his mansion and give birth in his room as he wants his solitude with you when your water breaks as he prefers to stay in your house. He does accept the offer of letting a midwife stay with you now that you're so incredibly close. He definitely reaches the peak of his protective behavior in those final days when him and his snakes can all sense that it could happen anyday now as he barely leaves you out of his sight. He's not leaving your sight, clutching your hand tightly in his own as soon as your contractions start as if he's the one in need of support, golden eyes observing sharply the midwife from time to time too. You give birth to one boy and one girl and they're surrounded by all of his snakes instantly, the animals determined to protect both of those children. They have some scales littering a few parts of their body but he doesn't care as he tears up when he sees how cute they are.

Dazai Osamu

🤎Dazai wants to start a family with his darling at one point and he has always been hinting at this. Whenever he sees a young family when he’s walking around with you, he jokingly asks you how your children would be if you would have a few. As soon as he sees a pregnant person walking around, he tells you that you’d probably look very cute with a pronounced baby bump that would make you waddle wherever you go and would force you to rely on him for a lot of things. He says all of those things with a harmless and teasing smile on his face yet he also gauges your reaction to his words very closely, brown eyes observing every twitch of your mouth and eyes. Perhaps it would be best for you to have nothing against the thought of children because otherwise you might be succumbed to his manipulation and gaslighting. Jokes eventually turn serious as Dazai makes it clear to you that he desires a child with you, his own hands gently grasping your own as he presses his forehead against your own. Don't you want it too? Leaving a physical trace of your love and adoration on this earth even after your death in form of a sweet child?

🤎Perhaps you should have expected this outcome even if you yourself never desired a child to begin with. As your period doesn't come and as you slowly start experiencing symptoms such as cravings, a suden change in smell as well as nausea you can feel his eyes trailing after you. It's like he has been waiting for signs of pregnancy from you and now that you experience those changes, Dazai starts feeling extremely giddy. He soon goes out to run an errand and asks you to wait for him at home before he leaves, giving you a quick kiss before he does so. When he returns, he has bought a few pregnancy tests and asks you excitedly to take them. He waits in front of the bathroom, although he knocks on the door every few seconds to ask if he can come inside now. As soon as you allow him, both of you wait for the results. When two red lines appear on all of them and confirm that you are indeed expecting, he starts to let out a genuinely happy and excited laugh. Arms wrap gently around your waist and you feel warm lips travel all over your face before he starts spinning and swaying you around whilst humming happily.

🤎Dazai decides to keep it a secret from everyone in his workplace for now and is especially more careful to keep the news away from the Port Mafia. He is no fool, he is aware that at one point they will find out. For now though he just wants to enjoy this special time with you whilst also preparing for the baby. For the first time in a while he seems to become conscious of his own life lifestyle and suddenly he does a 180 now that he knows that a baby will soon live here. Dazai starts cleaning everything, clothes and other stuff that used to lay everywhere randomly is sorted away because he doesn't want you to trip over it. He even makes a list what he needs to buy but he still likes to make spontanous decisions as he goes out with you, a hand always wrapped around you as the both of you buy a crib, diapers and choose babyclothes together. He discovers his fervor as he buys everything even if it threatens to tear a hole in his wallet. Both of you find quickly out during an appointment with a doctor that you are actually having twins and he couldn't be more happy as he showers you in kisses as soon as the news are out. So that means that he can name one child and you can name one too.

🤎He always keeps a picture of the ultrasound pictures in his wallet and whenever he has the time, he just stares fondly at the two little babies in your womb. This is what he'll soon protect and have in his life. He has had his hands on your stomach and even talked to the babies before you were showing but as soon as you start developing a baby bump, he glues himself even more to your side. Hands are always rubbing over your swelling tummy as he all but dotes on you and his two babies. As soon as you are in your second trimester he becomes especially touchy as he eagerly awaits the first kicks of his precious children. It's probably around this time that the other members of the ADA find out about your pregnancy. It's either that they caught him staring at the ultrasound pictures or that Yosano caught sight of the two of you during her shopping trips and connected the dots quickly when she saw your growing belly. Initially his reactions are more careful when all members find out and congratulate him but eventually he becomes more open and starts gushing about how precious and adorable you are with your baby bump and how he can't wait for the babies to be born.

🤎Dazai starts taking pictures of you at one point too because he wants to capture how beautiful and motherly you start looking the bigger you start to grow and is all but cooing and doting on you during this time as you slowly start struggling with the size of your belly. Dazai on the other hand truly starts blossoming as your situation as well as his babies motivate him to take better care of himself because you and the babies need him to take care of them. He helps you with all tasks that start to become more straining for you, he cleans the house, does the laundry and even starts to pick up some meals to cook so that he can prepare them for you as well as for the babies at one point. He always insists to spoonfeed you whenever he cooks something for you, all excited for you to try them. He does keep you on a diet appropriate for your pregnancy but at one time he starts to become so putty in your hands the further along you are that he starts stocking the food that you start craving a lot whilst you are carrying his twins.

🤎He is constantly torn apart between wanting to know the gender of his babies and wanting to keep it a surprise. There were multiple times during appointments with the doctor where he wanted to ask or even at home when he already had his phone in his hands and was about to call them only to change his mind in the last moment. He takes some time off from his work in your last weeks as he yearns to spend those last few weeks with you. It'll be the last time for a long time that both of you will be alone after all. He savors the last bit of your pregnancy, his hands and lips cherishing your big tummy as he spends every waking hour with you. When your labor starts, he decides to wait as he packs everything he thinks you two might need for the hospital all whilst giving you soft kisses in between whenever you feel a contraction. When your contractions come in certain time intervals, he drives with you to the hospital and then he stays there with you, his hand rubbing over your stomach as he asks the twins to not give you too much of a hard time and that he can't wait to meet them. His eyes are filled with nothing but love as soon as you give birth to his daughter and his son as he admires his new family.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🍎Fyodor has never mentioned anything about children to you for as long as you can remember. And honestly, with the situation you are in with him you have never had the time nor the care to ask him what his opinion of children is. Until Fyodor succeeds in invading your heart and mind and you stop caring about about everything else that isn't him either. Your days from that day on are spend with Fyodor being much more gentle and affectionate with you although sometimes he just needs to ignite the sadistic spark inside of him and see you in pain only to kiss the pain better afterwards whilst uttering sweet nothings to you. You've completely forgotten about thoughts of a child until one day he suddenly brings it up to you whilst you are placed on his lap, his lips brushing against your ear as he asks you how you'd feel about a child. You're a bit surprised but eventually you tell him that you wouldn't mind having a child with him. He gives you a small smile as he replies that he's glad to hear this as you feel one of his cold hands resting on your stomach.

🍎You realise a few weeks later that he must have already known at that time that you were expecting as you are hunched over the toilet again, Fyodor behind you as he caresses your back and your shoulders whilst you throw up. He's sure that it must be uncomfortable but he hopes that you'll get used to it since this might happen more often now that you carry his child. You've already asked him a couple of times before if the child was intended from his side or if it was an accident. All you always get from him is this mysterious smile and a gentle kiss somewhere on your head as he tells you in a low tone that he's happy and that is all that matters. He quickly arranges everything for you and the child. Fyodor can't risk anyone tracking you back to him and possibly go after you now that you are carrying his baby but he is generous enough to know that it would be wiser to have medics assisting you and helping you, especially once you'll give birth to his baby. He's very picky though as he chooses a selected few doctors and midwives to do the ultrasounds and to cater to your and your baby's needs as soon as he has to drive you to the hospital.

🍎His hands caress your stomach gingerly as soon as you start showing as he even starts occasionally talking to the baby, mainly in Russian. He's given you already a nickname in Russian and he gives one to the child inside of you too and always addresses the baby by his chosen pet name when he talks to your stomach. Fyodor wants to find out the gender of the baby soon though so as soon as it is possible to find the sex of the baby out through the ultrasound, he asks the doctor to tell the both of you. A small smile appears on his face when he hears that he'll have a little daughter, his eyes twinkling with pride and fondness whenever he touches your stomach from that point on and talks gently with his litte girl. His sadistic desires completely vanish during your pregnancy because he would never be so cruel to hurt you whilst you carry something so small and pure inside of you. This little girl is a gift from god after all, physical proof that both of you are bound together.

🍎The whole nursery is colored in white and light blue and you don't get much of a say in it. White is the color of purity after all and his daughter will be born pure. She'll be a precious and innocent child, born without any sin tainting her. And light blue to symbolize the clear and blue sky on a day without any clouds hiding it from the human's eyes. The further along you are, the more Fyodor tries to make more time for you instead of spending it scheming and planning his crimes or wasting hours in front of multiple screens. Even whilst he is working, he always has one screen showing him live footage of a camera he has set up in your room for safety. Sometimes he forgets about his work as he instead admires you through the screen. His admiration for his darling definitely grows during the pregnancy. It's so beautiful to see how your body adjusts and prepares for his daughter you grow and nurture inside of you. You are so breathtaking as your belly swells with child and your breasts slowly inflate with milk to nurse the baby as soon as she is born.

🍎The man finds himself low-key starting to worship you and your body as you grow with his child and he admits to you so as he whispers words of affirmation and praises into your ears whenever his arms are wrapped around you gingerly and his hands rub over your stomach soothingly. He has a smug and content grin on his face whenever you tell him that the little girl starts kicking and moving around inside of you whenever he starts talking Russion to her as if she reacts to his voice and his words as his hands instantly rest on your bump to feel her little feet and hands. He always tells you in an almost teasing voice that he's just starting very early to teach her his mother tongue, glad that she seems to react so strongly to him speaking in Russian to her. He chooses a couple of different names for his daughter, all in Russian as well and all of them have some meaning including purity or God in it. He tells you about those names he has chosen so far and asks you which name sounds prettiest to you. You tell him your honest answer although you don't know if he'll actually consider your answer.

🍎He removes himself completely from all of his work when your due date is getting close as he spends all of his time from that point on with you. His purple eyes are always on you as he watches for any sign that you might experience the first signs of early labor. Similar to Dazai, Fyodor decides to wait for a while until your contractions are coming within a certain time. You spend early labor with him as both of you pack everything he thinks you might need whilst in the hospital whilst he softly assures you that even if what is to come might be scary and will be painful, it's the last and ultimate act you have to do in order to bring your beautiful daughter into this world. He has booked a private room for you as soon as he brings you to the hospital because he doesn't want too many people around you and his newborn daughter as soon as she is born. There's only the midwife occasionally checking how far you are dilated, otherwise you are left alone with Fyodor who soothes you as good as he can until they tell you that it's time to push. Fyodor tells them to leave as soon as the baby is safely delivered and cleaned, his eyes focused on his daughter as he tenderly caresses her head.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️Here you are, permanently imprisoned as the government has taken you under special protectionall because Jouno has asked them to do him a favor. You know that this is in reality just a more civilized abduction but no one gives you any help as you are stuck as Saigiku's lover, a doll who can do nothing but wait for him to return from any missions or other business he had to attend to and hope that he won't be in any sadistic mood. You never even thought of any children and you honestly get chills when you think about Saigiku being father to a child, especially if it should be your own. You don't even think that he would want any children if you would have to make a guess based on his possessive behavior he exhibits around you. You barely take notice when your period is a bit late because it wouldn't be your first time that you've missed your menstruation due to the stress you've felt ever since you've been taken. You don't assume anything, not until you see Saigiku's frown as his head tilts into the direction of your stomach.

♦️You can only freeze in shock and confusion when he suddenly leans down and presses his ear against your stomach and before you can even attempt to ask what has suddenly gotten into him, he hushes you as he starts focusing on something. You see his normally smug and composed exterior fading as you see surprise, then shock and eventually unease all appearing on his face before he pulls away. He furrows, appears conflicted before he asks you when you've last had your period and it's his question that makes you realise that you've been quite late by now. You want to ask him why he wants to know before your breath gets caught in your throat as you connect the dots and Jouno can hear that you've caught onto why he asked this. He instantly makes an appointment with the doctor and not too long after he gets the confirmation of what he already knew. You're pregnant, the embryo already having a heartbeat which he is able to detect now. There is a thick silence as soon as the news are out and you look anxiously at Jouno who seems to contemplate the situation right now.

♦️You're surprised when he actually asks you of your opinion on the pregnancy and since he would be able to tell if you would have lied or not anyways, you decide to give him an honest answer. You aren't sure how to feel about this. He seems to think the situation through for the next few days, the second heartbeat he can pick up when he is around you a constant reminder of what is going on inside of you. Eventually he makes the decision to keep the child. You don't know if he would force you to keep the baby even if you were against it but you are still unsure to make up your mind about the situation so whilst you aren't distraught when he announces his decision to you, you also aren't thrilled. Saigiku lets out a sigh when he picks up on your hesitance, one of his hands ruffling your hair gently. He knows that this wasn't the plan but now that this surprise happened you two might as well just make the best of it. He takes your hesitance over any hatred directed against your child though. Jouno just hopes that you'll have made up your mind by the time the child is born. He trusts you to make the right decision.

♦️He would like for this to remain a secret but the other Hunting Dogs find out far too soon for his taste. Fukuchi congratulates him as he pats Saigiku on his shoulder, Teruko is having a laugh imagining Jouno with a toddler whilst Tetchou and Tachibana fret for the way the baby will be raised by Saigiku. Whilst Tachibana at least keeps quiet about it even if Jouno can still pick up clearly on his emotions, Tetchou is a bit more blunt as he openly admits that he is a bit concerned for how Jouno plans to raise his child. Saigiku can only feel his temper rising as this is the precise reason why he wanted to keep your pregnancy hidden for a while longer. How dare he to question his abilities to take care and look out for his own child? Fukuchi stops the two of them before anything grand might happen as Jouno leaves, fuming on the inside. What is probably even worse is that he knows exactly that you think the same way Tetchou does so when he visits you shortly after his argument with Tetchou, he feels the need to make it very clear to you that he wouldn't harm his own child. Honestly, for what kind of sociopath do you take him to even consider such a thing?

♦️You have regular appointments with the doctor to make sure that the baby as well as you yourself are both fine. Truthfully though, Jouno is playing partially a medic too. His enhanced senses to cancel out his blindness cause him to pay very close attention to everything he can pick up. He listens closely to the heartbeat of the baby as it grows stronger and stronger each week and seems a lot more concerned as soon as he notices that you're stressed or anxious. Whenever he notices that your emotions go a bit haywire he quickly walks to you, asking you with a frown on his face if something is wrong. He wouldn't want you to stress yourself too much since it might be bad for the baby as he starts refraining from hurting or scaring you during your pregnancy. He becomes very touchy with you because of his blindness. He can't see you growing round and looking all adorable and he would lie if he would say that he isn't a bit upset about it so instead he feels your pregnancy. His hands are often on your stomach, slowly running over the surface to feel how much you've grown since last week and to imagine what you might look like now.

♦️Since the pregnancy was already a surprise he decides the sex might as well be a surprise until birth as well. He gets some time off before your due date as requested by him and Fukuchi who insists that he gets some time with his new family. Everything is ready by now. From the nursery to the people who will assist you the moment your water breaks as he tells you that you can't just go into a public hospital like this now that you're under his protection and carry his child. You'll have your own special room just for yourself and your own team. Your little daughter isn't born the natural way though as you experience stalled labor throughout the process and suddenly stop progressing as you stop dilating. You decide to wait for a while yet as you still experience contractions without dilating further, the doctor advices that a C-section might be an option and Jouno agrees as he's worried for you and his child. She's still born healthy though as Jouno gets to hold her first, listening to her gentle breath and the sound of her heartbeat. His fingers trace tenderly over her face, trying to imagine what she looks like before he hands her over to you and asks you to describe her to him.

Sigma

☁️Sigma is a person who just came like this into existence by being written into the Book without any way to ever find a reason why he came into existence anyways. He has found his purpose ever since then in you as he has made it his whole point to exist to look after you and to protect you. You are his purpose in life so he can't allow you under any circumstances to leave him which has led you to be permanently stuck in the Sky Casino and even all the gifts and riches he gets you don't do any good yet he still does his best to appease and please you in any way he can. Sigma as the one who has dedicated his entire existence to you will be relatively quick to notice the small changes occuring in you. He notices how you suddenly crave food you've never particularly liked before, he notices how you're suddenly more sensitive around certain smells as well as some headaches. He frets about your health as he wonders what might be wrong with you but it is you who one day approaches him to tell him in a serious tone that you're quite late for your period and that is when he realises what is wrong. It's something he didn't really want to consider.

☁️You can't help but wonder that it should be the other way around as you can see Sigma's whole face twist in fear, anxiety and stress as his eyes widen, his heart starts beating out of his chest and his breath quickening. He looks like he is about to have a meltdown and a panic attack so you try to calm him down as he clutches onto you as soon as he feels your warmth, his palms and forehead covered in cold sweat as you help him to regulate his breathing. As soon as he has regained some semblance of composure he apologizes frantically to you. He-he had no intention to get you pregnant! He's so sorry he should have been more careful with protection! You try to put a stop to his anxious rambling as you inform him that you aren't angry with him or anything. He still apologizes as he informs you that he'll arrange you an abortion if you desire one. You tilt your head at him as you ask him what he actually wants and he insists that he'll do whatever you want him to do in this situation. You fall silent as you consider everything before you tell him that you'd like to keep the child. You see him swallowing nervously as he purses his lips but he eventually gives you a nod.

☁️He spends entire nights reading through every file and online article he can find about pregnancy and memorizes everything in there. From development of the child to the changes your body will undergo to what he can do to make this pregnancy as easy as possible for you. Honestly, he knew before all of this very loosely that unprotected sex would lead to pregnancy but he can't help but be shocked and even slightly disturbed as he reads through everything. The thought of growing an entire life within your womb is so strange but he wasn't exactly created the normal way so perhaps that's why he finds this all so foreign. He insists on knowing the sex of the baby as early as possible as he assigns a few medics to monitor your pregnancy. He needs to order and prepare a nursery after all and instead of constantly second-guessing everything he wants to have delivered, he just wants to know the sex of the baby as early as possible. He still second-guesses everything though because he wants it to be perfect for you and the child so you end up helping him to choose, literally meaning that you say what you like and he buys it without giving his own opinion. Your opinion matters after all.

☁️It's kind of cute when he randomly tells you how big your son is right now if he would be a fruit and what he is already capable of doing within your womb. He's been still somewhat in denial and disbelief up until a certain point that he has gotten you pregnant yet the reality of the situation crashes down onto Sigma when he notices that you start developing a baby bump. He just stares and stares and stares as you start to grow bigger as if still thinking that he is hallucinating yet he can't deny that he's curious. How does your stomach feel now that you're carrying a baby inside of you? He always wonders but never asks. Not until you yourself take it upon yourself to invite him to touch your belly as you have noticed those curious eyes on your belly for a while now. He asks you if he really can before he carefully touches your tummy, amazed by it's roundness and firmess. You find his fascination with your belly cute though. Sigma is perhaps a bit strict with your diet and activity though as he has only the advice of the doctor and the advice online to trust so he is a tad bit controlling because he really doesn't want anything to happen to you whilst you're pregnant.

☁️He's initially bewildered but then quickly intrigued when the baby starts kicking around inside of you. Honestly, he is admiring you for growing another human being inside of you whilst enduring the changes that come with it and the further you are along, the more protective and paranoid he becomes. He's constantly checking the cameras in your room to see how you're doing only to pause and always get so fascinated when he sees how big you have grown already. The more you start swelling and the less foreign and strange the concept of you being pregnant with his child becomes, the more another feeling starts blossoming inside of Sigma. He starts feeling an attachment to his son you're carrying as he starts feeling responsible. Responsible to protect him, cherish him and raise him well. He's going to be a father to your child and as much as this knowledge stresses him, it also makes his heart pound in excitement as he realises that his son will be one more reason and justification for his existence. Sigma will have another purpose to exist as soon as his child gets born.

☁️Besides a few chosen people who Sigma closely monitors, no one else finds out about your pregnancy though. Sigma is too anxious to let anyone else know about it. He's counting days and hours the closer your due date gets as he simultanously worries and marvels over how much you've swollen and changed with his baby developing inside of you and he tries his best to alleviate you of any pressure and pain you might feel by giving you a massage or doing anything you want him to do. He tries and fails to keep his composure the moment your water breaks as he instantly cancels all of his work to instead spend it with you and tells all guards to not let anyone get close to your room. He's sweating, he's hyperventilating and he feels like he's about to suffer a mental breakdown as he watches you going through labor. He's constantly fearing for the worst yet luckily he is disappointed when his boy is born healthy. You fall asleep soon after you've given birth which leaves him pacing back and forth in the room with his son in his arms as he is unable to sit still. His eyes constantly go back and forth between you and the baby, hoping that you'll soon wake up before glancing down amazed at the baby he created.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere pluto #yandere snake #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere fyodor #yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere jouno #yandere jouno saigiku #yandere sigma

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yandere-daze · 1 year

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As you may have noticed, I started getting into Resident Evil and the Leon brainworms are strong. I am so down bad for this man so it was inevitable that I would have to write something for him soon.

So here you go, enjoy!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, delusional mindset, mentions of violence and guns ( because it´s resident evil), staring, delusional mindset

Please do tell me if there is anything else you would like to have tagged!

General Yandere! RE2 Leon Kennedy headcanons

I believe that rather than an authority figure or someone working with the government, Yandere! RE2 Leon would fall in love and grow obsessed with a civilian

He first sees you in Racoon City, an innocent bystander running away with a zombie following behind very closely. You were scared to death and Leon immediately decided to jump into action, not at all hesitating drawing his gun and shooting the zombie until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving

It has always been in his nature to protect other people and so naturally, he just had to help you out.

But there was also a different reason why he had decided to help you. Truthfully, Leon had just been overwhelmed with relief to see another living human being amidst this hell he had been thrown into. All this time he had feared that he might be truly alone in this, but now there´s someone else. Someone that can keep him company in these dire times. Someone he can talk to. Someone he can protect and keep safe

Of course you´re very happy to see Leon after he had basically just saved your life and so, after you´ve both introduced yourself to each other, you agree to tag along with Leon when he offers to take you with him

I mean why wouldn´t you? Going with him would greatly increase your chances of surviving this entire ordeal and not being completely alone just lifts a huge weight off your shoulders

You´re honestly just glad that Leon lets you go with him, it´s not like you´re really of use to him, so you would have understood if he decided that it was too much to deal with

And yet, when he looks at you with a small smile and promises you that he´ll keep you safe no matter what, you have a feeling that you can trust him to keep his promise

And he definitely does! Whenever a zombie appears, Leon tells you to get behind him while he wastes no time shooting them.

He has to admit though, the way you fearfully hide behind him and stick close to him makes him feel a little strange. Why does it feel so good for you to go to him for protection? Why does he like knowing that he´s the one making sure you´re unharmed, the one taking care of you?

Why does he not want to let go when he protectively wraps an arm around your waist?

Yes, the more time passes, the more Leon starts to fall for you. Going through such a traumatic event with someone else by your side probably speeds up the process too.

You´re both the only partner the other one has. And so, Leon starts to get attached to you. The way he feels about you slowly shifts from someone he met under unfortunate circumstances to someone he met because it was meant to be this way. Fate had brought the two of you together.

Why else would you two be the only living people in this place? There was simply no other explanation.

And he had certainly taken notice of the way his heart speeds up when you smile at him every time you thank him for taking care of you.

He wants to take care of you forever. He wants to show you that he could. Better than anyone else.

And so, Leon gets more and more protective, determined to make sure you both get out of this alive so you can start planning your future with each other.

Because of this, he doesn´t like it when you stray too far away from him. Just having you leave him for around a minute makes him want to make a mad dash to go after you, immensely worried that something might happen to you while he´s not there to protect you.

He´s pacing around the room and biting his fingernails when you tell him you just want to check out a room you saw down the hallway real quick. It doesn´t matter that he already killed all the zombies roaming these halls on your way here, what if there´s another one? What if you´re all alone in that dark room and suddenly the door slams closed and a zombie tumbles out of a locker? What if he wouldn´t be able to get to you quickly enough? What if you died because he wasn´t there?

These thoughts keep eating at him and so Leon practically insists on going everywhere with you, he starts getting really clingy all of a sudden, not letting you walk even two steps without him trailing closely behind.

You might have gotten mad about someone acting that way usually but you can´t really bring yourself to blame him, considering the situation you were in.

Still, you found it kind of creepy how his eyes never seemed to leave your form. Whenever you would turn your head to look at Leon, you would catch him already staring at you intensely.

He´d have the shame to blush and apologize for staring at you but he never really stops doing it either. He just can´t help it, you´re so enchanting he has to always have his eyes on you! It´s like he´s drawn to you.

Um, he always has to make sure you´re safe, is what he meant to say there actually! There´s no other motive behind his staring!

But yes, Yandere! RE2 Leon is like a lovesick little puppy that trails after you and practically begs for your praise.

There´s always this creepily bright smile on his face whenever you thank him for doing something for you. It´s like he´s living off of your praises. And he is, truthfully. There´s nothing better to him than hearing your praise, it makes all this work worth it.

It just feels so good to hear you compliment him so sometimes he makes a show out of killing zombies, trying to look as cool as possible in front of you in an attempt to charm you. He wants you to think he´s cool and reliable. He wants you to think that he´s a good partner. That he could be the perfect boyfriend for you.

Because he´s sure that there´s no one out there that cares about you as much as he does. He would do absolutely anything for you. You could use him as much as you like and he would do it all with a smile on his face.

He just wants to show you how much he adores you, how much he loves you! That you two are meant to be together! He´s too shy to say it to you outright but he knows you must also feel the same way about him. You must! Because you´re soulmates and now that he finally met you, Leon is not willing to let go of you again.

It´s unlikely he would ever lock you up or kidnap you but he desperately wants to be a part of your life.

So please just say you love him back! Tell him you´ll never let him go and Leon will worship you every single day for the rest of his life.

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ctheathy · 7 months

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Hiii May I request for Nine x Sweet Seedrian Reader? Yandere or not im okay with any! Thank you for all the tails variety content its v much appreciated

Yandere Nine w/ sweet!seedrian!Darling

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note: Good day, Nonnie =))) tried my hardest to get creative with this concept, especially as I headcanon the counterpart foxes [Nine, Mangey and Sails] into sometimes having visions of the memories the original Tails held.

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Delusional mindset • Illusions • Mention of Cosmo’s death • He views the core memories that belonged to Tails as hallucinations • Nine’s isolation

What a complex scenario you're in ... Seedrians are known to be quite the rare and valuable characters, their species being infrequent among the environment as a whole and especially when it comes to Nine’s dimension. It is an absolute miracle you haven't been taken in as a captive yet and even managed to meet Nine in the first place, regarding his hidden agenda and isolated workshop from the community. As soon as you cross paths with the fox, the interaction is going to be quite similar as it would usually go. We have Nine trying to reject any offerings of friendship all while being sarcastic and demanding for answers in the process. He just doesn't understand... He's behaving absolutely intolerable towards you and he knows it. He constantly gives you the cold shoulder and snarky attitude towards the smallest acts of kindness you provide.

But in a way... Your sudden appearance to him sends him in a constant state of deja vu. He might behave coldly towards you, but your kind and optimistic behaviour. It sends him in a complete daze whenever even a few words leave your lips. Almost as if his mind is filled with memories that don't belong to him. You remind him of someone he has seen among his daydreams and fantasies. Thoughts that also seemed to belong to another... Certain visions slipping into his mind of another seedrian he has never even met before in his actual life. One who has died within his own mind literal years ago.

...Cosmo ?

Your arrival starts to freak him out ever so slightly. He's had dreams of a similar creature that looked just like you... And you seem to hold similar characteristics too, as well as your kindness and generosity. He cannot help but compare you to the mere picture of the one pleasant memory he has formed in his own fantasies. Illusions he believes to have created for his own self benefit and to prevent the loss of his sanity due to the isolation he faced. He'll start to question your existence and become hesitant with his behaviour towards you ...almost seeing you as if you were a Godsend created just for him in order to save him from his own loneliness.

Nine tends to assume the information he's seen among his illusions as in truthful to your own history, not getting the fact that you both are two separate seedrians. He's always viewed Cosmo as some sort of angel back in the day when she used to corrupt his dreams. And now he cannot help but expect you and hold you accountable to fill that same void as she used to before her eventual demise. Nine tends to grow more attached to you due to his aspect of the truth between realism and the simple illusions he's had in his past. And despite his desire for a realistic point of view, he is quite frankly just determined to believe that you are in fact that same seedrian as the one he's always considered emotional support, that you came back to life in order to protect him from his dreadful fate.

And he will keep you to fulfill that mere hallucination of his. Even if it's against your will.

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mamayan · 7 months

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I would love to see your thoughts on Kurapika 👀 what kind of yandere would he be? I personally think he’s the protective type that wants his darling to be happy despite kidnapping her

Good question Nonnie~

tw: NSFW • Yandere Themes • Toxic Mindset • Manipulation • Isolation • Paranoia • Mentions of Sex

Kurapika is a delusional and paranoid type yandere.

With his strong sense of justice, Kurapika feels wholly disgusted when his feelings of love take a darker turn into obsession and infatuation. So much so that he in fact, simply denies it is happening at all. He will justify every action he makes even if confronted about it.

Leorio or Gon may be the ones who try to talk sense into him, but he truly can’t see anything wrong with his actions. He wasn’t stalking you, he was walking you home… without your knowledge. He never hurt those guys who picked on you, he gave them a stern talking to… after drowning them in their own blood. He believes each and every action is for your benefit, whether you see it or not.

He also views you as incompetent, incapable of caring for yourself properly and therefore in need of him. Kurapika seeks purpose and use, so he finds a darling who can fulfill that or creates a situation in which they do. It’s not hard for a Pro-Hunter to make a regular little civilian’s life miserable and unlivable. He truly doesn’t have to do anything to make your job go up in smoke, your home, your friends and family. He sees it at his right to do so as well, he’s your protector and provider in his mind.

That being said, if his darling is cooperative and responsive, he’s likely the most reasonable type of yandere there is. To reciprocate his love and buy into his strange paranoia, his darling will be given almost as normal as a life as they can hope. Kurapika isn’t jealous of others, he’s worried they’ll harm you. He’s worried he’ll lose you most of all, so if you willingly stick close, reassure him, then he’s as close to a normal lover as you can get with a yandere.

The opposite remains true too though, because if his darling doesn’t give in, if they fight back at every turn? He becomes almost manic with stress and is likely to have a mental break. If your constant pushing throws him over the edge, he’s likely to snap and just imprison you. Take you into a basement and lock you up until you break. It’s easier if you’re compliant, and it will make his heart ache, but he’s a stubborn man and is willing to make that sacrifice for your safety.

Kurapika does draw the line at physically harming you. He’s a gentle lover through and through, and even sex with him is as such. He’s a service top at best, a switch leaning most of the time. If he trusts you, he’ll give up control for you if you’re being intimate. He likes you on top, riding him, because it feels like you want him all to yourself like that. He also enjoys sitting up with you in his lap too, the intimacy so much deeper for him and his cock inside of you. He’s also a hand holder, whether it’s with him on top or while you ride him and he offers his hand as a stabilizer for you to bounce easier. Either way, he likes holding your hand.

As a yandere, I’d say Kurapika falls under a 3/10 in the danger level. He does love you, but he doesn’t trust you either.

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#Yan answers #Kurapika #hxh #hunter x Hunter #hxh kurapika #yandere kurapika #Kurapika x reader #yandere Kurapika x reader #Kurapika smut

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nanasparadise · 2 years

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“For never was a story of more woe...” Yan!Reiner x fem reader (x Armin)

I have risen from the dead (or more like from the pressure of being a uni student)! And I brought with me a little yandere Reiner piece for you to enjoy. I tried to write this in a more fragmented manner (and clearly I was inspired by Romeo and Juliet), I’d love to hear your opinion on it!

Summary: Reiner is going to protect you from the devils, even if you don’t see how much you need his help.

TW: Spoilers for season 4 of Attack on Titan, toxic relationship, delusional mindset, kidnapping, bindings, slight mentions of death, drugging, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

Word count: 1456

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Reiner wasn’t a romantic.

He couldn’t get behind the lovey-dovey behaviour. Why all those wordy proclamations of endless adoration and devotion, those long stares into each other’s eyes, those ridiculous gifts? It all felt unnatural, even forced to him.

No, Reiner was a pragmatic man. A man on a mission, to be specific.

What would falling in love with a devil get him except trouble? After all, if everything went according to plan, there wouldn’t be a single one of the islanders left.

So why couldn’t he help himself but love you so damn much?

He had known it would only cause pain and yet, you had to give him that look. Suddenly, you were all he could think about, all he wanted to think about. He’d even go as far as saying it was love at first sight.

Bertholdt was concerned for his friend’s well-being, seeing him all the time with his head in the clouds. Annie had just rolled her eyes and told him to get his act together and to focus on their mission. How could he, though, when you were in such proximity, and yet so far away from him? There was this wall of hatred between you, this wall of two different societies, that seemingly couldn’t be breached. But Reiner was nothing if not a man of actions: and what could a wall hold against the Armoured Titan anyway?

Every time Reiner was close to you, he blushed like a lovesick fool, unable to keep his gaze off you. And you just laughed, returning your own affections with a sweet smile and reassuring words. Oh, how you two were perfect for each other. He knew he’d have to spend the rest of his life with you back home in Marley.

His shock was immeasurable when you rejected him.

“I’m sorry, Reiner,” you said softly. You averted your gentle eyes, unable to hold his gaze. “I’m currently seeing Armin, actually. I didn’t think you’d be serious.” How could your words still remain so cruel when you uttered them with the voice of a saint? The Marleyan just nodded before going back to the boys’ sleeping quarters. This had to be a mistake, right? You couldn’t not love him, that was impossible!

During the night, sleep couldn’t get a hold on him. Instead, Reiner tossed and turned in his bed, occasionally throwing a glare at his love rival. He was certain you reciprocated his feelings! But why were you saying you were with Armin, then? The cogs in his head were turning, searching for an answer.

(The most obvious one couldn’t be the truth. You were destined for one another, you had to be.)

Like lightning, the realisation of his dilemma appeared instantly in his mind. You didn’t love Armin, of course you didn’t! You were forced into this relationship, most likely by your family. After all, the two of you had been childhood friends. It was clear as day that your parents wanted to have him as their son-in-law. They knew him and thought of him as a handsome, smart boy. Most likely, they also felt sympathy for him, as he was an orphan and all alone.

Reiner grinded his teeth in anger at that thought. How could they do this to you, his sweet darling angel? No, he would save you from these devils when the right time came. Then, you could finally be free. Imagining you with a ring on your finger, your gleaming eyes looking up to him (looking only at him), effectively quenched the fire inside him.

It would happen. He was making sure it would.

***

“You’re a sleepy one, aren’t you?”, Reiner mumbled as he placed your unconscious form on the bed. A calloused hand came to cradle your cheek, making your nose twitch from the sudden touch. He lightly chuckled at your display. “That’s okay, it only makes you more adorable.”

Eventually, he stopped his caress and stepped out of the room, locking it with a rusty key he then proceeded to tuck in his pocket. For now, you were safe in the cabin hidden deep in the woods of Paradis. No scout or titan would find you here. Especially not a certain blond-haired soldier who thought he could tear you away from him.

It didn’t matter to Reiner how much this cruel world tried to separate you, tried to turn something so pure and true and good into an ugly mess, he would always come back to you. For now, though, he had to talk to the other warriors to make sure his plan would come to fruition.

***

You were dreaming of titans. An agglomeration of the creatures, mashing and blurring all together into one silhouette. You tried focussing on the shadow of the person, knowing in the back of your mind that they felt familiar. Before recognition could hit you, you were pulled out of your dream, leaving you to tumble in darkness again.

Maybe you were just nervous about Armin’s upcoming expedition.

***

“Isn’t this nice, Y/N?”, a voice whispered in your ear all while a strong arm was wrapped tightly around your waist.

Too close, too close, he was too goddamn close.

You ignored his rambling and chose to concentrate on the steady rocking of the waves instead, inviting you to let your mind wander from this situation.

You imagined how you were with Armin on the ship, his blond strands all tousled from the wind and falling into his eyes. Those blue eyes, full of enthusiasm and life, that would stare at the sea with wonder. He turned around to you, grabbing your hand and offering you a sincere smile, which you couldn’t help but reciprocate.

A tear escaped from your eye.

“Don’t cry, my love.”

‘Stop talking, please, you’re not him, you’re not-’

“We’ll be home soon.”

***

“Why did you drug me, Reiner?”

A sheepish smile crept onto his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to risk alarming someone, that would have only complicated things. I also think you look really cute while sleeping.” He murmured the last part while a blush began dusting his cheeks.

You shot him a disturbed look, horror swirling in your eyes. Why were you so afraid? You knew he’d never hurt you.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.” His hand rubbed down your arm, seemingly trying to comfort you. You struggled against his touch, wiggling around the bed. Though your resistance turned out to be pointless with your limbs tied together in rope. Reiner sighed at your tantrum. “You shouldn’t move around so much, you know you’ll get a burn.” Another glare was sent towards him.

“I was safe before you took me away,” you hissed, bitterness dripping from your voice.

A sympathetic expression blossomed on Reiner’s face. “Y/N, you know that’s not true,” he replied softly, his hand continuing to stroke your arm, “you would only end up getting killed by titans. I’m bringing you home, to your real home, where we don’t have to worry about survival. We can finally live together.”

“While all the others have to die,” you countered, your eyes suddenly gaining a certain hollowness. “My family, my friends, Arm-”

“Stop it!”, Reiner shouted before you could finish the sentence. The grip on your arm became hurtful, making you yelp from the painful sensation. Hearing your pitiful whine, he quickly came back to his senses and let you go. “I have to do this, they’re not like us, they’re devils, they’re gonna take you away from me.” His brows furrowed together as he nervously bit his lip and averted your eyes.

From his peripheral vision, he could see you turning your head towards him. “I am one of them, does that make me a devil?” Your voice was so low, it barely made your whisper audible.

“Of course not!” Reiner’s head shot up all at once, his face mere centimetres away from you, as his hazel eyes took in every little feature of you. Delicately, as if you were made out of the finest porcelain, he took your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing away the tears you didn’t realise you had started to shed. “You are the best thing that could have ever happened to me, Y/N. I don’t think you understand just how much I love you and how I want to give you the best life possible. But you’ll see once we’re in Liberio. I’ll be the best husband for you.” He kissed you, the touch tasting like salt from his and your mingled tears, tasting like devotion, like despair.

For never was a story of more woe than this of a broken man and his captive love.

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyoujin #yandere snk #yandere reiner #yandere reiner x reader #tw: toxic relationship #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw: delusional mindset #tw: mentions of death #tw: drugging #minors dni #aot spoilers #tw: spoilers

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yxstxrdrxxm · 6 months

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SYNOPSIS: The wanderer never knew what it feels to finally have a forever home till he met you.

TW/S: Yandere behavior/tendencies, major character death/s, Wan finally learns something but its not the way you'd expect, hurt/no comfort, delusional thinking/mindset, denial is a river in Egypt and he is drowning in it, creative/abstract rep. of Wan's story + traveler! reader is more platonic than a romantic interest with him as a yandere.

NOTE: After college kicked my ass, I am finally back to writing fics. I'm not going to open requests just yet because my schedule is a little (read: very) wack. Also, I'm not used to writing Wanderer's personality/character so forgive me for any errors in advance. I also wanted to try my hand on writing platonic Wanderer, so I hope this is up to everyone's tastes (even if I wanted to NOT make him a platonic Wan and more like unrequited lol).

Wanderer was not a man that can be easily tamed or found.

No one knows how a man like himself can coexist in the world, but to some that knew him, they can summarize it to him being alive to spite the archons known to man. To others, though, it was more of fate playing with his already torn heart.

But to Wanderer himself? His answer is simple.

He's learned the horrors of Teyvat in the worst time possible.

He never held any fondness of those that toyed with his heart, and even more of how he felt with his thirst of bloodlust and anger. He recalled how his 'Mother' had left him— cutting the strings connecting him to her, and letting him suffer the effects without her guidance.

He remembered how his 'home' was her, and how he was simply banished from it. He was too fragile, thus, he never deserved her care; that was what he would tell himself every night, when his sleep is disrupted from the nightmares that plagued him.

In the second time he had a 'home', it was with Niwa and the clan. He considered it his forever home, for those who took him in treated him like he deserved it. He learned how things worked back then, and he understood just how nice it was to have people care.

He learned his second emotion after fear, the first he learned from his mother.

He learned satisfaction.

But things will never last, not when his second home had been ruined by Dottore. He could only watch as the chaos unfolded, with many of his companions dying. It was when he fled, seeking refuge by himself— for he thought that it was because of him that their lives had all been snuffed away.

The fear gnawed at him, its claws sinking into the puppet's fragile psyche and conscience. He found himself having worse nightmares after such an event, plagued with it to the point that he can hardly sleep a wink.

He was a puppet, so sleep wasn't really essential for him, just like breathing. But to him, it was his only comfort.

His solace to the cruel world.

His third home had been with the sickly child. He had never learned from his lesson with Niwa, but it didn't mean he gave up on hope back then. And with such a child that needed his attention, he vowed to protect him with his life if need be.

He still felt that comfort when he was with Niwa back then, but since it was with the kid, he dreaded losing him. He's lost so much, and he didn't want to think about losing the last person he cared for so soon.

Alas, fate was a cruel mistress. She did not spare him a glance, just like his Mother, for when he returned after getting those lavender melons in one winter night...

... The puppet wept at the sight of his lost companion, who died by the sickness.

He never recovered. But maybe it was a good thing, for he can no longer blame it on someone else but himself, or the circumstances he was in.

Because of this, he began to descend to a cruel rabbit hole. All he could think was how much he failed to care and nurture the people he was with, and how cruel they could be to leave him when they took everything from his sleeved heart.

He had given everything to them, all that made the weeping puppet... Himself.

But it seems like fate never wanted him to have an easy life. No, not when he was 'born'.

Losing his third home, he learned the bitter taste of anger. He learned how it felt so hot, so bitter, and he needed to quell it. Immediately.

Although the flames consumed the weeping puppet, in his heart of void, he could feel the pieces being mend with stitches. Being sewn up bit by bit with hatred, he made it his mission to never show his broken heart to anyone.

If he will be left by his companions for being too 'open', then he shall close it. He needn't endure the pain of losing his own home till the day he died.

The fourth home he had was within Snezhnaya's borders, back when he was taken in by Zandik— alias Il Dottore.

He has grown to be cruel to those that tried to get to him, and for the Doctor, he found it intriguing. A puppet made by the Archon of Electro, and yet... He was casted aside like he was nothing. Was there a reason for his existence, if not to be a waste?

Zandik sought to find the answer to it, but he was amused with how the puppet tried to act like he was the boss of him. That a harbinger with a higher position must fear the one who is lower than him— how laughable.

The first few months, the Tsaritsa had kept him as a way to keep the grunts in line. She had a vision, but seeing just how useful the vengeful puppet could be, she sought to tie him in her strings.

But she forgot that the puppet she's taking care of is a feisty one. One that has seen the horrors of the world, and his heart had been torn and mended with hatred.

So, she decided to let Zandik take care of him— make him easier to mend and break, should he find it to be necessary. It was her personal assignment to the Doctor, and one that he took without a single moment of hesitation.

And so, the change began.

The small, single tap of the rock disturbed the tranquil waters, and lightning seem to follow suit. It traveled across the bodies of the liquid, much like how the pain traveled to his limbs, making him cry and grit his teeth in agony.

The sparks of one man can only be alive for so long till it was snuffed, but to Zandik, he saw him as an everlasting, combusting fire. One made of lightning and snow, and sculpted to be of her likeness but riddled with flaws.

The Tsaritsa wanted a puppet, and so did the Shogun. The difference, however, is that one exploits a puppet's weakness for their mistaken strength, while the other abandons them should they lack the qualities needed for perfection.

As more of those changes began to take effect on him, so did those ripples in the tranquil waves grew stronger. Each one of those ripples served as a scar, one that he couldn't forget so easily, no matter how much he tampered with Irminsul.

Each time he felt that lightning strike him, pain would follow him, electrifying him and letting him adapt to the strikes as normal. Every time frost would gnaw deeper into the trenches, all he can do is hold himself steady while it ate at him.

The man made of tranquil waters, of waves that disturb them when it became too intense, had nothing been more than dust. In its wake was the culmination of lightning, of sparks flying and encased in a thick sheet of snow.

When Zandik showed the puppet's state, she found it amusing... And essential. To her, he now became a tool, and not a liability.

His original venture to find himself had long since been forgotten, only leaving with the thirst to seek answers of the world and do the goals that the Tsaritsa wants him to do.

He became the 6th Harbinger that day, and she was the second to bestow him the name he took by heart.

Scaramouche.

As the identity of the Balladeer slips into his fingertips, he wore it like it was made for him. At the time, it felt like... It was. It fits him better than those light robes of Kunikuzushi, the name that was bestowed by Niwa and his clan.

...

The name that held far too bitter thoughts and memories, and that was tied to karma that followed him.

Abandoning the robes and donning the skin of a Fatuu, the wandering man found himself another home: one that he himself knew— in his heart, at least— that wasn't for him.

It was more of a stationary, but truly, he wasn't going to complain.

In his service of the Balladeer, he has done many crimes that can put him under the radar of the court: he had the pleasure to commit mass murder should he find it necessary with his lackeys, manipulate them to do his bidding, and even punish them with the use of his Delusion if he felt that they were going too far.

Back then, all he had as a goal was to learn the truth behind his mere existence. However, what he received at the end was not that, but of the world.

It was, surprisingly enough, when he met... You.

He never found you as pleasant to be around. Just like those he's seen, he saw you as a nuisance— a bumbling buffoon, seeking for answers that will never come your way.

Alas, for the sake of his mission, he must treat you with regard. So, he began to feed your head with lies and false kindness, but your companion, that astrologist, knew what he was up to when she saw him.

Was it because of how he acted? Or was it because of her power?

Still, whatever it could've been, it was pointless for him to dig into. He only saw you and your companions as annoying, and even your goals were nothing but a bitter, laughable reminder of his ignorance as Kunikuzushi.

Truly, you are quite ignorant of the truth. Too ignorant for him to tolerate for even a single moment!

Although, in some part of him, he found it bitter to see your face twist in expressions best regarded to be... Saddening. Perhaps of agony, to be more precise. In some sense, he still cared, but it was difficult to tell why.

... Why did he cared, still? For even a stranger he'd never see again?

...

He didn't knew.

But for the time being, he made it his only vow to never see you. He never wished to see you in his waking lifetime, especially if you were to stop him in his main goal.

To achieve Godhood.

Being a God made by humans is not easy. In actuality, he would much rather not have to go through such a thing again in hindsight.

Still, in the height of his trainwreck of a journey, he decided to give it a try. He wanted to achieve what he had been working for, especially now that he had wrecked his own 'home' that she gave him.

The home she made for him was too fragile, and the body he was in was enough. For the puppet, he wanted nothing more than to ruin those that thought of using him— and what better way than to achieve it by playing the role of God?

Still, in the midst of trying to reach the impossible, he had to sacrifice everything.

He had to endure the worst of the worst: the pain of ice hitting him and causing splinters to his case, the claps of thunder sending him high sparks of agony, and even the fluids used to taint his once peaceful waters, making him into a bomb set to explode should one mishandle him.

It was the Doctor who had managed to get to him and mold him to how he likes it. This, he is also responsible of fixing him to fit the role he wants— a God.

The ones that worked under him, the scribes, all worshipped and revered him. They fed him all the knowledge one needed and more, causing him to develop a complex as big as the world in its entirety.

With the knowledge in his mind and power from the Gnosis, he could confidently say that he reached what any foolish, puny mortal couldn't: he became the archon of the nation of knowledge, snuffing out the two Archons's names and those that opposed him.

However, much like before, his heart remained the state that it was. Amidst the sudden surge of authority, it still felt empty. Hollow. Like a huge part of it is missing.

He thought the Gnosis will take care of that need, that it would be enough for him as he's got the means to an end. Whatever he desires, he will get it without much of a fuss.

... Right?

Well, he found out to be wrong. Very wrong.

To him, being a God isn't enough. He still had things he wanted to achieve as one, and he didn't like how some of them are impossible to attain.

Like removing an existing archon.

Though, maybe he shouldn't have his hopes up, especially when his time is limited when Buer entered the room with you.

Ah, right. He forgot about you— the traveler, who he met time and time again. First in the lands of freedom, then in the land of contracts, and even in the buildings of his first 'home'...

... And now you, who he contacted back when he was in his last stage to become a full fledged archon. One where he is prepared to commence another archon war among them.

Of course, you were not happy to see him. Buer must've told you what was going on, but he wasn't expecting to hear you cry out and try to reason with him.

...

How pathetic. Do you honestly think he'd listen? He'd rather have you killed by his own hands if you weren't so— so interesting to him.

And so the battle commenced.

You were the first to take the stand, and he noticed how quick you were to jump to conclusions. You spouted nonsense at how he couldn't do what he's doing right now, for (in your eyes), it is 'immoral' and 'killing a God to become one is impossible'.

Honestly, what do you even see to think of such a conclusion? He wondered if you ever truly saw the mask underneath their facades, with how you seem to defend the smallest immortal being without a single moment to think of her power.

Still, he couldn't help but humor you, so he let you do as you wished. He let you fight him even if it was pointless, thriving at the idea that you will wear yourself out by the end of it.

You'll lose your footing at some point with how pointless this battle is— that's something he's sure of.

However, as you two fought, he couldn't help but realize with how you two were two different people. Had you two met back then, back where he wasn't tainted by the sights of the world and retained his innocence... Would you two get along?

Would you ever see him the way you do now: with resentment, judgement, and maybe a hint of pity?

He didn't knew the answer to that. If anything, he could hardly know the answer to a possibility that wouldn't happen, and especially with the roads you two took that negated such a thing.

You took the road to the light— as blinding as it may be, you chose that for yourself to achieve your goals of searching for your kin.

He, however, took the road to the abyss— for the roads he took before forsook him, and he couldn't help but shut his eyes from the truth.

That was one thing that separated you both. And for him, it felt like a weight rested on his shoulders.

However, as you two fought for the right to take down the opposition, he could feel the weight rest on him. The longer that you two spent together, he could see flashes of his past memories—

—his time back then with his 'mother,

—the time he spent with Niwa and the clan,

—and even how he spent the rest of his few years with the kid.

Those memories were all but locked in the recesses of his heart, and for him, he couldn't help but recoil at each sight. It made him remember that he, too, is flawed.

It made him realize that he was, and always is, alone in his fight.

The last clang of metal hit steel, and for once, the unthinkable had happened.

He... Lost.

The body of his began to shut down, months and years spent on creating the perfect and ideal vessel laid nothing to waste. The battlefield had long been wasted and ruined, but he couldn't help but ignore it.

For his eyes rest upon you; the one who took him down, who made him remember who he was back then.

And the one aiding him to be rid of his 'heart'.

Looking back at that moment, he never understood your decision to let him go.

Did you knew what his past life had been? Or did you see him as a man that can still be salvaged, no matter the consequences it may bring?

Wanderer never understood that from you, and he knew that maybe, he never will.

Standing before your body before him, he could feel blood drip from his hands. You were too easy to use and manipulate sometimes, but maybe, just maybe... He had felt pity for you.

Was he rash to simply repeat his first mistake? Maybe. But then again, he has done much more atrocities than the world could ever remember.

You asked him what he saw home to be once, but what he answered was it being akin of a house of cards.

It is always meant to be taken down, no matter how strong it is.

Still, he couldn't help but sigh. He's learned so much from you, and yet all he gave you was pain. How pitiful of him, as he simply toyed with your hopes to have him change for the better.

Raising your head by the hair, his lips simply curved itself to a smile.

But maybe, just maybe, he could accept one last lesson from you. You helped him realize one thing, after all.

That he is able to grant you salvation, even when he is nothing but a sham.

Cradling your body, he let the touch of crimson taint the poisoned waters, his previous face and identity all but melted away by your touch. He was sick in the head, but you gave him a new skin to wear.

Yours will do, he thinks. So pretty yet so tainted because of him, one that he had no shame of using for his selfish desires.

He was a man undeserving of a place he called home. He's destined to be alone, especially due to his crimes that deserved it's death row.

But with you in his arms, even if you two were never lovers... He can wear your skin as his new identity. You did chose it for him, did you not?

It's only right for a 'friend' to honor one's memory by using their skin and blood, after all.

And Wanderer will do what it takes to honor your memory in the way he knew best.

"Even now, we're all alone. Just like what we're destined to be."

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, implied kidnapping, obsessive behavior, religion, delusional, unhealthy mindset

Player being distrustful of faes

Malleus can't deny that this is partially the fault of his kind

Faes had been playing tricks on humans since far before Lilia was even born so it's no wonder they think about them like that

But you? His kind God?

Malleus can't even form the thought of you being an ordinary human so things take a weird turn from here

He thinks you think like that because they dared to put themselves above another species you created

This must be punishment, right?

Acting like a human who still has old-fashioned views on his kind must be what they deserve

So what does a immortal non-human who thinks that you are some sort of God do?

Oh no, it's not asking for forgiveness

How could he ever dare to be so rude?

No, he tries to show that they have changed and now try to be friends with humans

Sebek putting himself anove humans?

Nope, never seen again

Lilia saying that humans have such limited time and that they all seem like babies to him?

Never heard of that

Malleus saying that simple things are too hard for humans?

He is apologizing even if it just crosses his mind

He shows a lot of desperation

Whenever you are in the room he tries to talk to you so that you might change your mind

Malleus can't live in peace as long as you think of him like that

So be ready for even more attention from the fae

If he planned to “take” you to Briar Valley before he is now changing his plans

If he would do that then you would never forgive his kind

So if you ever show even the tiniest bit of a change in the way you think of him this man will be more than overjoyed

He never felt happier in his life

But careful now, he doesn't want to scare you away

There is a kingdom that needs a second ruler after all and who would be better suited for that position that God themselves?

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus #tw: yandere #tw: implied kidnapping #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: religion #tw: delusional #tw: unhealthy mindset

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vtoriacore · 2 years

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✧ they feel too much, too deep, too fast

note: huzzah, me waxing weird fvnking yandere poetry (not really) at ungodly hours of the night when i should be writing an essay.

extra note: PLS tell me i’m doing sebek justice, i didn’t want to bring malleus up at all (because i don’t really like him don’t really want this to be sebek’s yandere personality lol). also didn’t really proofread this enough so there probably are silly errors but spare me the shame thank you mwah!

characters: cater, vil, sebek, ace, jamil

tw: gaslighting, manipulation & bit of mind games if you squint, delusional mindsets

synopsis: in which the boys' love is a bit intense, but you don't necessarily pay it attention with how focused you are on them reciprocating.

✯; It was a novel experience, really. He couldn't surmise the feelings he felt in that one moment that seemed to change the trajectory of his entire life - and this was by no means exaggeration.

Cater felt the rapid beating of his heart, felt the way his breathing picked up dramatically, and most of all felt the warmth as it spread throughout his body at the notion of feeling wanted. Feeling cared for. And by the great seven he didn't even realise how much he craved this until now.

It was almost comical how it only took a simple "i want you to be honest with me" on your end to absolutely send his heart into overdrive, how the phrase "i care about you, you know" escaped your lips so easily and just how effortless it seemed for you to look at him with concern gleaming in your eyes when you noticed his smile didn't quite feel genuine that day.

He felt his entire world flip for just a second before everything came crashing down and the sudden weight of emotions he couldn't even begin to name grounded him into reality - where he actually felt he wanted to stay for once if just to see you for a second longer.

There were so many different thoughts swimming around in his head but most importantly- you were still waiting for an answer. And he'd sooner combust than keep you waiting any longer.

"I know you do, prefect! But really don't worry so much~ I'll be fine as long as you keep me company," he silently prayed you couldn't see the raging crimson hue settling on his skin under the darkening sky. It was a miracle he managed to vocalise his sentence anyway with how abalze his entire body felt.

"I'll worry anyway, but I'll always be here if you do want to spend time with me. Just us two or with others."

'Just us two, just us two, just us two'; he nearly squealed, feeling the temptation to take you up on that offer immediately. In fact, he really did not want to go back to the dorm and have to share your attention. No, he needed it on him and only him and he wouldn't let anything get in the way of that soft gaze of yours.

"Hmm, I actually wouldn't mind getting away from the crowd just this once!" with a grin, Cater's eyes bore into your frame with an intensity he couldn't quite halt but he figured you wouldn't notice anyway, seeing as you offered a smile and a nod in return to his statement. He simply couldn't wait to get you on his own after that revelation.

✯; Vil carefully threaded his fingers through his platinum blond hair in front of the vanity mirror, knowing you were beside watching his every move. He could feel your stare burning into his side profile and in that moment, he was so grateful that years of acting had allowed him to keep his calm when all he wanted to do was combust into flames.

"Hm? Is something the matter, dear?" he purposefully lowered his tone, made it sound as sultry as possible, expecting the little surprise on your face as you quickly tried to keep composure when he side eyed you. The urge to take you into his arms was incredibly strong in that second, especially when you cast your eyes to his lips momentarily.

God, he had never wished to smudge his lipstick by locking his lips onto yours more than in that particular moment, when the soft lights in his room highlighted your face in a manner that made you look so ethereal that it was hard to breathe.

"I'm . . . Fine. Yeah," you swallowed thickly, willing yourself to look away so you wouldn't do anything stupid. The blonde found himself delighted at your reaction, willing his own gaze to rip away from your face otherwise he might just end up making his own intense decisions on a whim.

And yet, he found that he almost didn't mind. Sure, he had wanted to make his confession of love absolutely perfect (having asked Rook to give him all the information on you he possibly could get away with) but at the end of the day, he flourished in the way his efforts to enamour you had been paying off. And, and, and! He could clearly see you wanted him, maybe not as much as he wanted - no, needed you, but still wanted him nonetheless. It was progress all the same.

However, at the same time a part of Vil had wanted your admiration to be deeper . . . more intimate. Although he knew it was wrong and absolutely sick, he had hoped you would do something more. He wanted you to secretly follow him, thinking he can't sense your presence when it's the only thing filling his mind. He wanted you to take pictures he wouldn't ever find, but would know were taken since his gaze never leaves you. And he so desperately wanted your attention all on him, and nothing but him, never straying away for more than a second.

He was going to make you obsessed with him, one way or another. And soon, he will be the only thing occupying your thoughts - he simply has to be.

✯; There wasn't a semblance of sense to Sebek's thoughts, and he knew it. Just how could a simple 'human' (he refused to admit you were more than that, so much more than that) be so captivating? If anyone had asked him in that second, on who was the most fair in his eyes, his answer would've been you. Delusional or not, your name would inevitably slip past his lips.

The conflicting feelings he felt within him didn't ease at all; he felt like he was betraying his master, but at the same time, he didn't really have control over what he was thinking. And this once, he didn't want to think about anything other than you. He wished for you to be the center of his attention, and he couldn't even describe why. It just felt so liberating, despite it holding his mind captive. The irony didn't even register as his lime coloured eyes simply inspected your form.

Great seven, you were just so beautiful. And he so wished that you saw him that way too, because lord knows he was addicted to your gaze whenever it landed on him. He always needed more and more and more. But he wasn't selfish, no! - he was willing to give back twice as much and he would do anything to get the chance to do so.

His rational thoughts telling him this isn't normal be damned! That overpowering need to have you to himself was too strong. His own master and Lilia expressed that this is something worth pursuing anyway, that his adoration is 'perfectly reasonable' and 'aww, so cute!'. How could he stop pursuing you this way, if his own role models encouraged him to keep going? How could he stop when they affirmed this is normal, completely okay?

And besides, it wasn't as though you were rejecting his advances; you were actively awaiting his next move and he could tell from the teasing glint you held in your eyes each time. Even now, as you simply looked at him, he could tell you wanted him to do something. Anything. If he wasn't actively feeling what he was doing, he would've suspected you had complete control over his body with how his rationality couldn't win over.

But well, he wouldn't have minded if that was the case. This line of thinking may not be right, but it sure as hell does feel it.

✯; Ace could really be cruel at times. Really cruel - and he knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it. But even he could recognise that this time, maybe he went too far. Scratch that 'maybe' actually, he may have just ruined whatever friendship you two had. And what better way to do that than kissing you senseless against the empty alchemy classroom's door as you both struggle for air?

"Ace I- I need . . . Some, some oxygen," you barely managed to rasp out against his lips as his ruby red eyes barely shifted into focus. Great seven, he felt so incredibly dazed with how tightly he was pressing against you as could barely keep his hands from moving through your hair.

"Fuck oxygen, I wanna kiss you," the redhead felt his heart hammer (even more so than previously) against his chest at the sound of your giggle. Without a second thought, not that he could think in the first place with what you were doing to him, Ace dove right back in to slot his lips against yours.

Could you really blame him though? It wasn't his fault you were so breathtaking that he could barely keep his eyes away from your form. It wasn't his fault that every time you looked at him, you had that certain look to you - the kind which told him that if he'd ask you to pluck the stars out of the sky for him, you wouldn't even hesitate. And it sure as hell wasn't his fault that you were actively trying to pull him into you more, if that was even possible with your current proximity.

Ace was never one for discipline or self-control, and he was completely aware of it. Sure it proved to be a hindrance most times, but he thought that today, when he spontaneously decided to press you up against this door, it wasn't such a bad thing after all. He knew he had gone too far, that the carefully crafted friendship was now over, that he was being particularly cruel with the way he kept biting your lower lip to get a reaction and, that by kissing you senseless in this very second, he knew that he couldn't ever let you go.

✯; They say that love at first sight is a very magical experience, and that it can completely change a person and their outlook on things. But Jamil would have to disagree with this notion. There never was a love at first sight, nor a love at second sight, or the third and fourth and so on. It was never about sight anyway. Because the first time he met you, he just felt it. He felt how the universe had perfectly aligned itself for that one fateful meeting, how you simply had to accidentally run into his arms as if scripted and how effortlessly he had caught you as if taking stage directions like a professional actor.

It didn't register immediately of course, quite the contrary as it took him a few weeks, if not months to understand what he was feeling. He did eventually come to the realisation that maybe he had liked you as more than a friend (in fact, liked would be putting it mildly) but each time he thought back to that certain encounter, he just knew the feeling was there from the beginning.

At least, he remembers it that way, and has memorised it to be that way. Every time he thinks back to your smile and eyes when he had helped you, they seem to get brighter and brighter and more clouded with emotions he could never transcribe. And it simply has to be true because you had to have felt the exact same thing and he is convinced.

Sure, the jolt of electricity and sparks and the effect of time slowing down were missing - you two weren't in some half hearted romance movie after all - but he just knew that you both felt it. Maybe you didn't remember it that way initially, but after enough description on Jamil's end, you were finally starting to remember!

And it made the heat creep up his skin at alarming rates, as it simply solidified one thing; you were meant to be together. It's cliché, and he knows it. But does he care, with the way you run into his arms every time you see him? With how he feels his heartrate pick up just as upon your very first meeting?

It feels like the first every time, and he could see you were starting to believe it too. If he wasn't certain of his own strong ideology regarding this, he almost would've thought you believed it even more than him by this point! But he knew it wasn't because he was blindly making up excuses to keep you tied to him, despite what Azul was trying to claim. Azul was simply wrong; there were no rose coloured lenses involved, nor any gaslighting into making you think he was the only person worthwhile in your life and certainly he wasn't making you depend on him so you could never leave even if you tried to.

Jamil was convinced your love was pure and it was honest and it was true, and he didn't have to convince you of anything any longer, because by this point you were the one trying to convince him.

[;-] i usually never do this but i’m thinking of expanding that jamil thought into an actual fic because whoo shared delusions and manipulating each other (and he’s my fave anfkgn). plus originally i was gonna get his UM involved but it would’ve gotten too long whoops.

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Hi again! I was wondering if i could request some yandere angst with dwayne? maybe like they’ve been bestfriends awhile and he knows he’s her mate and she’s got a new boyfriend or something i don’t know where else to go with it but i’d love to see your take ( could also just be like yandere headcannons of all the boys if their mate had a bf it’s up to you) Love your writing!!!!

-💜💚

She's Mine Pt. 1

Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Dark thoughts, Mentions of kidnapping and forced-turning

Throughout the entirety of Dwayne’s existence, he has always been perceived as being the most controlled in his emotions in comparison to his brothers. An undead creature that never allowed himself to slip away unless it was during feeding or defending their territory from other passing vampires. A being that seemed utterly composed, an immovable wall. It seemed as if there was almost nothing that could make Dwayne lose his composure.

Almost.

The disgust and utter loathing he was feeling within himself was agonizing, threatening to consume him the longer it inhabited his consciousness as he continued watching you mention a boyfriend you have recently begun seeing. The one you were spending time with during the days in which he wasn’t allowed to see you. Right now, his instinctive need to slaughter was itching his subconscious, begging for release and lay waste on those that deserved it and it certainly wasn’t you. You were his mate. His special person.

“I would really like you to meet him sometime!” You continued, oblivious to the intense heat of his gaze as you messed with the straw of your drink, leaning against the railing with him beside you. “He’s really sweet and charming, I’ve never met someone like that before.”

‘But you did, you met me.’ He thought to himself, eyes threatening to flash the more you spoke. He loved listening to you talk, more prone to enjoy sitting back and enjoying the sound of your voice as you talk about anything and everything. Now, he just wanted the topic of conversation to slip away and discuss something else.

“I told him about you, I think you should meet him, you know? Best friend approval and all.”

‘Like I would ever approve of you being with someone that isn’t me. You’re fucking wrong, you’re mine and I’m not about to share you.’

“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He replied instead, his demeanor appearing more passive than the ambiguous notions that plagued him inside his own mindset.

You smiled, moving from the topic of conversation towards something else, something you did earlier before meeting up with him at the boardwalk. Dwayne was more appreciative with that and outwardly reactive, replying to your questions and showing interest in conversing with you. However, his mind was still replaying your previous conversation…along with arrangements.

Firstly, he would need to finish off your love interest. That disgusting waste of a human life that thought he could claim what was not rightfully his. With your suggestion on meeting your boyfriend later tonight was practically your approval gift-wrapped for him to slaughter and maim this scum into an unrecognizable puddle of revolting blood. He didn’t mind though, he would do anything for you.

You didn’t know what he was, the dangerous predator that stalked the night. He wasn’t delusional, he was perfectly sane with understanding the fact that you could potentially fear him for what he was going to do and when he shows you who he truly is. That didn’t matter to him, the bond between you both was strong and would remain that way. He would never allow you to sever the bond. He would rather die than allow that to come to pass.

However, the chance that you would never accept him, even despite everything he could ever try to have you fall in love with him, he knows other ways of making it happen. Perhaps, taking you by force would be the best way. Even better, making you into a half-vampire. That way you would be fully dependent on him. Make you realize that you need him as much as he needs you. Which would allow you to feel the bond more significantly and assist in motivating and strengthening your feelings. Until he could be certain that you felt the same way, would he only allow you to become a full vampire like him. It certainly worked for David.

He didn’t register his name being called almost a dozen times before he finally brushed his thoughts away before looking towards you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, giving you his full attention.

“Nothing! Just that he’s going to be on his way soon! We should head over to the beach and hang out!” You replied, a smile still on your face.

For once, Dwayne wished his eyes were like cameras, that way he could always remember that smile. The smile that he knows he won’t see for a while until you finally accept his feelings.

“The beach?” He pretended to give it a thought before nodding, “yeah, that’s fine. We should get going.”

“Okay!” You replied, following Dwayne to his bike and hopping on with him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process. “You’ll love him.”

Dwayne almost wanted to laugh, the displeasure rolling off him in waves which you didn’t seem to notice. However, that displeasure turned into amusement as he realized the implication of meeting your boyfriend at the beach. It was a much better spot to tear him to pieces. It was like a sign how easy you were making this for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed you already fell for him.

In time though.

The sound of the motorcycle drifting off into the night, laughing with your best friend would be the last thing you would remember in which you were your happiest. Not understanding the implications that your life would be changed figuratively and literally for the rest of your life.

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Analysis of Amane’s Psychosis, How it Influenced her Murder, and How it Supports Voting her Innocent for T2

Obligatory TW for numerous reasons- this discusses torture and child abuse, murder, etc.

This came to mind after I viewed posts from tumblr user @purgemarchlockdown (check out their posts! :)).

Introduction

Purge March (PM) recently dropped and has already skyrocketed to over 500K views. Despite an initial heavy lean towards innocent, Amane’s votes have been steadily dropping, dipping beneath 70% innocent today (September 2). Many viewers indicate that a major reason, if not their exclusive reason, for voting Amane guilty is to discourage her present mindset as to the veracity and reliability of her cult. Such people tend to argue that her voice drama (“VD”) and PM suggest that she is deeply indoctrinated, and hope that a guilty vote will be less harmful by forcing her to confront her beliefs with skepticism.

Although there are multiple other reasons why I disagree with this mentality, this analysis centers on the theory that Amane experienced psychosis when she committed her murder, and the similarities between her mindset at that time and her mindset now.

I. Sleep deprivation as torture

This portion of the analysis discusses the relationship between the above images and the possibility that Amane experienced sleep-deprivation induced psychosis.

a. The Green Figure’s punishment in Magic is a reference to Noise Torture, not mere yelling or verbal abuse.

It is my opinion that the above images suggest that she underwent sleep deprivation and/or noise torture.

The image from Magic of the punishment includes the green figure, who’s head is depicted as a metal ball with 2 attached ringing bells, while Amane holds her ears. This, combined with the surrounding red and yellow zigzagged lines, suggest the “punishment” was sharp, loud noise. Many theorize that this was supposed to represent her being yelled at, but I believe it actually represents a much more sinister, cruel punishment, tantamount to the noise torture experienced by prisoners of war. [See: Iraqi prisoners subject to noise torture by US government, it won’t let me paste the link here but I will try to in the comments.]

I believe it is more extreme than mere yelling based on the degree of torture she experienced in other circumstances. The PM MV suggests that Amane was both tased and waterboarded- two highly extreme punishments. Yet, the Magic MV depicted these punishments in a manner similar to how she showed her torture from the green figure.

From this, it can be inferred that her torture from the green figure was far more extreme than that depicted in her Magic MV. For this reason, I believe that she was subject to noise torture.

b. The psychological impact of noise torture

Sleep deprivation is known to cause psychosis, perceptual delusions, hallucinations, etc. Noise torture in and of itself is a clear factor in Amane’s psychological decline, but I want to focus on how noise torture suggests an impact on Amane’s sleep.

Sleep deprivation is known to cause psychosis. A quick google search yields results confirming that sleep deprivation causes delusional psychosis, perceptual delusions, hallucinations, etc. Moreover, a CNN special, “the dark side of music: Using Sound in torture” states that noise torture strengthens the effect of other methods of torture, including sleep deprivation. For reference, the NHS explains that a delusion is an unshakeable belief in something implausible, bizarre, or obviously untrue; a person with psychosis will often believe that someone or something is trying to harm or kill them. Perceptual delusion refers to a true perception, to which a person prescribes a false meaning- for instance, perceiving that a traffic light has turned red when it indeed has is a true perception, but believing that its turning red means that the president will be killed, is perceptual delusion.

With this, it becomes clear that noise torture is related to sleep deprivation in those who experience it. In turn, the symptoms of sleep deprivation, including psychosis and perceptual delusion, are not out of the question for those who experience noise torture.

Amane experienced multiple kinds of torture, and this is not me saying that I think this is the most “severe”. But I believe understanding noise torture is helpful to understand her PRESENT mindset.

c. Amane’s psychological response

This in mind, I believe this method of torture had a devastating impact on Amane’s psychological function. Based upon Amane’s eye bags in the PM video, during the moment where her eyes turn into bright yellow spirals (signifying what I see as a psychological break), I believe she is experiencing psychosis, exacerbated by her noise torture/the other methods of torture she suffered.

At the moment her eyes turn into spirals, she reenters the all-white world; all of the other Amane’s have similar eye spirals, and she remains in the white-world form in the frame where we see she committed the murder. From what we can tell in the Pm Mv, the white world is representative of her participation and compliance in the cult. While all the Amane’s were strictly falling in line in the beginning of the video, at this point, all the Amane’s are running and moving as less of a monolith. Though implying that her murder was “in line” with the cult’s ideals in her mind, this change also suggests her formerly rigid compliance and participation is now uncontrolled, less rigid.

I believe her finding the cat broke the straw on the camel’s back, as it immediately precipitated her psychotic break. I also believe the realization that her mother killed the cat caused a perceptual delusion in Amane’s mind that, the cat is now dead, ergo, I have to kill my mother. This is still technically in line with her cult’s view on tampering with fate, but I believe it also shows an extreme deviation from her previous view on cult compliance, AND that her mental state is incredibly fragile as a result of her previous punishments.

d. Conclusion

I believe Amane experienced noise torture, which caused sleep deprivation and delusional behavior, leading up to her psychotic break.

II. Why this means she should be voted Innocent

As mentioned above, I believe Amane experienced noise torture, as well as multiple other forms of abuse. I believe the noise torture point specifically supports voting her innocent because if she is voted guilty, we will be subjecting her to noise torture again.

a. T1 punishment and Amane’s behavior in her T2 VD

The trial 1 guilty punishment is said to include restraints, but also, the constant and jumbled up echoing of our voices of disapproval in the prisoner’s minds. They are confined to listen to these voices. Amane, being guilty in t1, did experience this- and we saw an enormous change between her sprites for t1 and t2. Once cheerful and childlike, her sprite is now hunched over, and once again is marked with these extremely visible eyebags to show her lack of sleep or rest.

In her VD, she discusses this, and shows signs of her resulting psychological decline. She attacks Es with scissors, shouting “I won’t forgive you.” This parallels her response and actions towards her victim after finding the cat dead. At that point, she even says “You’re sorry? I dont care!” to demonstrate her lack of forgiveness. In my view, the punishment for T1 had a similar, if not exactly the same impact on Amane that her cult’s punishment did. After all, it was mindless, irrational noise echoing in her head, telling her she’s unforgiven. And she aptly pointed out our own hypocrisy in voting while simultaneously showing that her murder was partially driven by her perception of her mother’s hypocrisy.

When she was in the cult, if she knew she was in trouble, she knew she would be punished. Our voices thus gave her the indication that she was not forgiven- “in trouble”- and thus that she would be punished when she met with Es. This makes me see why she thought the scissors were necessary. She equated us and Es with her mother and her cult, anticipated torture as a punishment, and thus brought something to protect herself. But notably, she only used the scissors at this point. Her encounters with the other guilty prisoners, despite their having been beaten and healed (which is against her cult’s teachings), were actually peaceful, or at least entirely verbal and nonphysical.

So at this point, it does not occur to me that she is a physical danger. She had the opportunity to attack fuuta, yet she didn’t. But a t2 guilty would change that.

b. T2 verdict and prospected impact on Amane’s behavior

For this reason, I believe guiltying Amane again will make her MORE violent. T2 is rumored to bring even heavier restraints for prisoners. So to vote Amane guilty then means we will be locking her down, forcing her to listen to our echoed and overlapping voices of disapproval. This is absolutely tantamount to the previous torture she experienced at the hands of the cult. She would be correct to say once again that we are being hypocritical- in real life, we would not endorse torture to rehabilitate an already tortured cult victim.

Also, her eyes flashing in the Mv showed her break- but here, despite her outbursts, she didn’t show any physical change. I think her referring to herself as “we” is essentially a warning that she is extremely close to breaking into a psychotic episode again.

Given her response after the T1 trial, it is extremely unlikely that she will experience a change of heart after being subjected to even harsher punishment. And considering her response to the similar psychological trauma inflicted by the cult, which then caused her murder, it is reasonable to assume that she will become even more confrontational and violent after we lock her down to listen to us again.

c. Conclusion

the T1 punishment subjected amane to noise torture similar to that she experienced in the cult. Her psychological response to this was violence. However, she hasnt had a similar break in psyche yet- her eyes did not flash, despite her outbursts. A t2 guilty will result in heavier restraints and similar voice torture. To prevent further decline, I advise voting innocent.

Sources in pictures because my fingers are tired!!

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animeyanderelover · 12 days

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Yay, your recs are open! Hope you're doing great and your health is good :)

This one is pretty dark, so ignore this if smth!

If you know about Tomie, could you do some jjk characters of your choice with a darling with similar powers? Like, she can't die fully, always returns no matter how cruel was her death, and for some reason all non-sorcerers are going crazy after being in contact with her for a some time – and, maybe, at some point even a yandere starts feeling a strange need to cause harm to her. Bonus points if she gives femme fatale vibes, but actually is much sweeter and kinder person than she may look.

Thanks, and have a great day!

I hope you don't mind that I made the darling in here the curse of obsession because this would fit the theme very nicely and would crank the Yandere scale to an incredibly creepy level. I know a bit about her since my best friend is a huge fan of Junji Ito works and she especially adores Tomie and Uzumaki.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, manipulation, isolation, abduction, death of s/o, murder, mentions of cannibalism, nudity, mentions of dub-con, sexual themes, starvation

The curse of eternal obsession

Okkotsu Yuta

💍Walking through the streets of Tokyo, no human would suspect you to be the cursed being that you are. Instead there is an aura of allure and mystery around you, something that seems to draw them to you like a moth to a flame. Bound to be consumed by the fire. Yet Yuta seems to bring a quick end to your life when he senses your eerie cursed energy. There are no words spared as he attacks you, your calm and beautiful face chilling as he exorcises you as if you have lived through death already multiple times before. Your face is something that seems to be stuck in his mind as it is the thing he sees as soon as he closes his eyes. It agitates him, disturbs him but he tries to calm himself by reminding himself that he has already killed you. Until he meets you again in the middle of the fight as you sit on the ground, surrounded by the blood of two men who have stabbed each other to death. When your eyes meet his own, there is the same serene look on your face as Rika brutally assaults you and Yuta watches how she tears you apart, a lump in his throat.

💍You should be dead. He watched how Rika murdered you. He even murdered you one time himself. Yet only a few days later you stand in front of him again, greeting him politely before you walk away, your hair swaying in the wind. Yuta can only watch you with a racing heart whilst you disappear in the crowd. A few days later he receives word that a group of friends were found all dead. The police suspects that all of them strangled and beat each other to death in violent ways that are rare to find and his mind immediately suspects you to be the culprit. Whenever you appear it only takes a few days before news about violent deaths and gruesome suicides appear on the news as your mere presence seems to drive non-sorcerers to madness yet he has seen with his own eyes that you seem to possess an immortality unlike anything he has ever seen. To protect the public from your cursed energy, he captures you the next time he finds you.

💍Yet when he tracks you down he is witness to a violent crime that would have made the average person empty their stomach. Even Yuta can't help the creeping feeling of horror as he watches a woman dismembering you with a saw before she cuts her own neck with the saw until she dies of blood loss. There is a strange sense of fury flowing through his veins as he collects every part of you, his heart clenching when he picks up your head with dull and lifeless eyes yet to his great disturbance even dismembered and dead, you still possess an attractiveness that he shouldn't feel about a violated corpse. He locks all of the parts away from you instantly and stays away from the room you are in to clear his mind and get away from the cursed energy you still seem to produce even in your temporary death. He can't get a wink of sleep that night as his heart never stops pounding nor does he seem to get your face out of his mind. When he gathers the courage the next morning to peek inside the room, his heart tumbles when he sees that you have regenerated and sit there completely naked, the sight of your body sending sparks of arousal through his body before he hurries up to give you something to wear.

💍He keeps you there, locked inside the basement and stays as far away from you as possible. He has never encountered a curse such as you that has affected him as greatly as you do and he has to fight constantly against the temptation to see you as he finds himself standing in front of the door separating you from him multiple times a day, his nails digging into his palms as he bites his lips until he can taste blood. Even when he is not seeing you, Yuta can still sense the cursed energy of yours that is wrapping itself around his body like a snake and as weeks pass by, he finds himself falling asleep to horrifying fantasies about you that have him waking up drenched in sweat and with a raging boner that only throws him down into a spiral of disgust, shame and insanity. Until one day after roughly three weeks your cursed energy disappears. He should feel relieved about it yet his heart drops with such intense anxiety that has him nearly ripping out the door leading to your room. As soon as he sees your thin and dead body laying on the ground, he feels something shattering as he suddenly bursts out in tears. He starved you to death.

💍He carries your light and thin body to his own bed and lays you down before he waits. He sits there and waits for hours in agony until your cursed energy picks up strength again and your body regains its healthy and otherwordly beauty. As soon as your eyes flutter open, Yuta's face is the first thing you sees. His heart starts beating with excitement as he tells you that he will prepare something to eat for you before he rushes to the kitchen. It is only after he has prepared the food and serves it to you that he realises what he is doing and for a short moment he feels a spark of hot wrath that you have reduced him to this yet when you open your mouth and he hears your voice for the first time, his anger melts away. It is a soft and sweet sound that echoes in his mind long after you have told him your gratitude for the food. An infatuated smile appears on his face as he watches you eat the food before he asks you if you would like to take a bath. The following days you suddenly get a lot more freedom, although you are still kept within the house but that isn't solely because you are a threat to non-sorcerers anymore. It is also because Yuta feels a possessive yearning to see you whenever he wants.

💍You are unlike any curse he has ever seen. Not only are you beautiful and gorgeous but you are also soft-spoken, kind and even somewhat shy. You help him with the household as you insist on showing your gratitude by preparing him meals and washing his clothes to the point where Yuta feels like you are his housewife and that image has his heart racing and his body reacting. You insist on sleeping on the couch when Yuta offers you to share a bed with him as you don't want to breach his private space and you reject it until he snaps at you with a frightening look on his face and a tight grip on your arms that could break bones. He instantly withdraws his hands when he regains his sanity and apologises hastily to you with tears in his eyes. He clings to your warm body at night, taking deep whiffs of your scent. Everything about you drives him crazy, the feeling of your skin against his electrical. There is a constant arousal keeping him half-hard at night as temptation grows stronger until he starts dry-humping against your thigh or ass, praying that you are asleep. Until you one night run your fingers soothingly through his hair whilst he is humping, causing him to let out a choked moan as he cums.

💍Yuta spends weeks on cloud nine as he fully indulges in everything. He treats you like his precious wife as he buys you cute dresses and even gifts you a ring which he insists for you to wear. You never deny him anything as you allow his touchy behavior as he holds your hands, kisses you and eventually even has sex with you and this fuels Yuta's delusion that you feel the same as he does. It is almost sickening how sweet he acts with you. All until one day he crosses paths with an acquaintance who knew someone who came in contact with you and when Yuta finds out that they know about your existance, he suddenly feels a feeling of paranoia about your safety as he suddenly sees this non-sorcerer as a threat to you. He feels the urge to call out Rika but decides to pry for information for now. They open up to him, perhaps because they just want to tell someone who shows interest as no one has believed them so far and the story that they tell him shatters his pretty delusion. They tell him how their dead ex-lover left them for you, abducted you and apparently even had sex with you and how they called them moments before they jumped from a building to tell them in tears that they ended up killing you.

💍Yuta lets Rika kill that person within the same day as a wrath has suddenly festered inside of him. At first he believes that they are lying because you only love him and you would never allow another person to touch you the same way he touches you. You love him. But when he sees their corpse, a realisation slowly settles in. You are a curse. A curse that has always driven people mad and Yuta is no exception. He's just killed an innocent non-sorcerer. And it's your fault. Disgust, pain and wrath cause him to spiral down violently as he all but storms back to his house to murder you and take revenge on you for deceiving and using him. When he arrives home, he finds you asleep on the couch and for a moment his eyes just take in your beauty as you lay there so innocently before his gaze zooms in on your neck. In the next moment he is choking you, his body on top of yours. Your eyes fly open as you start whining and choking whilst he is watching you with a dark glint in his eyes, taking in with joy your suffering form. Then your eyes meet his own though. No shock, ne fear, no guilt. Instead all he sees inside those orbs is acceptance and pity. You are pitying him.

💍It is this look in your eyes that throws him off as he lets go and stumbles away from you, staring at you with shock and agitation. Why are you giving him this look?! You don't say anything as you instead just give him a sweet smile that tears his heart open. What kind of monster are you to deceive him even now? You know how much he adores that smile of yours. He's on the verge of crying as he pulls out his katana to dismember you but then he suddenly freezes. His wrath dies down as he stares at the katana in his hands and his eyes widen as he drops it and sinks down on his knees as he suddenly becomes aware of his own horrifying thoughts he just had. He just looks at you for a few minutes before he suddenly bursts out in tears when he seems to realise something. That you never had any choice but allow people to do what they want to do with you. Your own curse brings you as much misery as everyone around you and your immortality forces you to endure it over and over again. You are a victim. He crawls back on top of you and apologises to you whilst his hot tears fall on your face, promises you in between sweet kisses on your neck that he will never harm you again.

Gojo Satoru

🩵There you are, walking through the streets together with a man following you with infatuated eagerness as he constantly points at stores and offers to blow all of his money on you yet you only shake your head politely. Your cursed energy isn't oppressing nor is it filling the entire area but Satoru can sense how potent it is as he happens to be in the same area as you. He's currently there to buy something for his students when he senses you and blue eyes instantly race over the crowd to detect the source of it. An exceptionally beautiful man himself, even he can't deny your sheer beauty as he finally finds you. He watches as you point to a store selling candy and the man who is accompanying you eagerly nods his head before he rushes to buy you something. You seem to observe him for a while before you turn your head in an inhuman way and your own glowing eyes meet Satoru's as you have recognised his presence as well and want to let him know about it. Your cursed energy spikes and Satoru wonders if he will have to use his Domain Expansion if you decide to attack but you don't seem to plan on doing so as you crack your head back and wait with folded hands for the man to return.

🩵Something about you is off though, majorly off, so Gojo decides to follow you. You have clearly seduced the man who seems to be on all four for you and Satoru doesn't blame him. You are beautiful and gorgeous as even your cursed energy is tempting but that won't stop Gojo from exorcising you. He is even bold enough to approach you when your victim leaves you alone for a moment to murmur in your ear that you appear quite calm despite the fact that you know that he is following you. You only glance at him briefly and Satoru almost drowns in those enchanting eyes of yours before a loud yelling interrupts him. So lost was he in your gaze that he didn't even notice the man returning. If looks could kill, Gojo would have died thrice now as he can quite literally see the man shaking with rage and for a few seconds Gojo is convinced that he will come for his throat before the man just grabs your hand violently and drags you away. Blue eyes narrow as Satoru waits for a while before he decides to trail after you again. He suddenly has a bad feeling about this and eventually he finds out the apartment where the man apparently lives. He's already standing in front of the door when the commotion suddenly starts.

🩵Loud screams and wails belonging to the man are heard, crying out your name before they are followed by screams of pain and the shattering of a window. That's when Gojo breaks the door open and the scene he sees inside is not pretty. Shards of a broken vase are stuck in your neck and even your now deformed face and the shattered window is painted with red blood from the now dead man who must have hit his head against it until it broke and he died. Yet Gojo can still sense the cursed energy from you, can almost feel it crawling towards his own body. He watches your bloody form alarmed, something warning him that something truly isn't right with even though he can't figure out what it is. When he notices your fingers twitching and your body twisting, he acts quicker than he can even react as he kills you and senses your cursed energy vanishing completely. A few days later he decides to visit the graveyard of the man as he has for some reason not been able to forget about you. When he senses a familiar cursed energy though, he feels his muscles tensing as this shouldn't be possible. Yet there you are, kneeling in front of the graveyard.

🩵He is instantly behind you, throwing a shadow over you as his hands linger over your head as if considering to rip it off yet he doesn't as his eyes narrow in confusion and wariness. You are supposed to be dead. Why are you still alive? You lean your head back to look at him and only greet him politely before you arrange the flowers you have brought with you on the man's grave before standing up again and leaving. The white-haired man stops you though as he grabs your arm so tightly that your bone might break as he asks you how you are still alive. You cascade your gaze very shortly down to the ground, seemingly reminiscing about something, before you meet his intense gaze. He could swear that you almost look a bit sad as you merely tell him that you are eternal. You hold his gaze for too long until he feels threatened to get lost in those eyes again which causes him to let go of you. Blue eyes are glued to your form as you walk gracefully away, his eyes roaming over the shape of your body until he can't sense you anymore. Only then does he feel the urge to follow you die down a bit.

🩵He is almost ashamed of his own lack of self-control when he senses your energy a few weeks later again and the urge to see you again just takes over him. Truth is, he has been thinking about you a lot ever since. Your mysterious words have stuck with him as he has been trying to figure out what you meant and your hypnotising gaze has been following him in his sleep. He is shocked to find you though. Half-naked and with deep cuts littering your skin as you are held down by the neck as the man above you traces a long knife down the curves of your body. Briefly he is reminded of your deformed face and bloody body when he met you for the first time and suddenly rage starts to cloud his vision. A hot wave of jealousy falls over him for the way the man touches you so closely and ire takes hold of him for it looks like he is about ro rape you. Gojo knocks him instantly out, perhaps a bit too strong as blood starts seeping from his head. He quickly offers you the jacket he is wearing to cover your bare upper body with before he grabs your wrist and tells you that you'll come with him. You beg him to call an ambulance for the man before you come with him and Satoru is surprised to hear those words.

🩵He almost doesn't want the man to receive help but then he snaps out of it and gives you his phone to call the ambulance. It is strange that a curse wants to help a human, especially since that human looked like he was about to sexually force himself on you and kill you at the same time. You are indeed very strange and he finds himself looking at you the entire time out of curiosity and since your beauty is very outstanding. He should kill you but he has already tried this and somehow you just appeared again so he has a feeling that it wouldn't work even if he would try again. He doesn't want to kill you for some reason though. Instead he brings you to his home and tells you that he wants to keep you in here until he has figured out what you are and what to do to you. You give him a silent nod before you ask him if there is anything you can do whilst he keeps you here and this is not what Gojo expected to hear. You really are a peculiar curse. He monitors you very closely the following days as you walk around the house to memorise the interior and every room and whe he realises that you seem to have a love for books, he ends up buying you entire shelves worth of them. The giddy grin you give him has his heart pounding.

🩵You are well-read and seem to have existed for quite a long time already as far as Satoru can tell from the knowledge you share with him. As much joy as it gives him to see you happy, he starts feeling jealous that you spend so much time reading books. He wants attention, more attention than you already give him. It just isn't enough. It escalates very quickly when you one day ask him to wait until you have finished this book. Only a few pages are left yet somehow those words make Satoru snap as he snatches the book out of your hands and rips it apart. Blue eyes ablaze with agitation yet also a familiar look to you as he bends down so that he is on eye height with you. Hands grab your own harshly, squeezing them as he tells you in a low voice that he despises if you ignore him. You look into his gorgeous eyes, seemingly unfaced from the way he glowers at you before you carefully free one of your hands and reach tentavively out to touch his face. His Infinity is already deactivated, allowing you to touch his face. He lets out a satisfied hum as one of his hands grabs your one touching his cheeks, blue eyes gleaming as he looks at you.

🩵His Infinity around you is mostly deactivated as he encourages you to touch him as much as he is already touching you. Your touches are warm and addictive and he seemingly can't get enough of them. Often you find yourself trapped beneath him, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your chest. You sometimes asks him what he plans to do with you as he is a sorcerer and you are a curse yet he always shuts you up, mostly by kissing you to silence all of your sounds. He does know that technically he should find a way to exorcise you or to at least seal you away yet his whole body is filled with rage when he considers it. He has to keep you a secret from other sorcerers under all means necessary. Not only because of their demands but also because he fears that they would desire you too for your beauty and gentle nature. He notices that you never seem to protest or stop him whenever he becomes very touchy and as sick as that is, Satoru finds himself abusing this. Within a short time he is able to fully indulge in his desires as your nude body is pressed against his own, teasing you here and there as he claims you for himself. He has never seen someone more beautiful than you.

🩵Satoru is almost drunk on you and every word and gesture you do as he is convinced that he would kill anyone who would try to take you away from him. Yet the willingness of yours to let him do whatever he wants with you soon turns into a festering jealousy as he starts wondering if you allowed all the people before him to do everything to you as well. He shouldn't care considering that your curse seems to make people naturally obsessed with you and that he isn't the first and most likely not the last one yet he has already fallen under your spell. His heart threatens to burst as he realises that he will fade whilst you will continue. He won't let anyone else have you after him! You are assaulted by him whilst you are changing clothes, a desperate look in those blue eyes as he begs you to tell him how he can murder you as he tells you about his wish to kill you when his time comes so that no one else will be able to have you after him. When you confess to him that you don't know how you can die, you see the anger and madness flaring up in his eyes as if he is about to attempt to murder you again then and there before he manages to regain his self-control and tells you in a sweet tone that he'll find a way.

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