#tw; violence

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OMG YES!!!

I don’t know if your requests for yandere arcane is still open so disregard this if it isn’t.

Yandere Silco/Viktor x GN!reader (romantic, feel free to pick between the two men, I love both of them)

I wanna see them react to insecure reader being harassed for their insecurity in person and how they deal with the situation + manipulate it to their advantage in a way to get the reader closer to them.

Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day!!!

LOVE THIS IDEA!

I'm not the biggest Viktor person, but a yandere version of him? Now that I can get behind. Can you tell Silco is my #1?

I did this as headcanons, in the form of bullet points, I hope that's okay! Thank you for requesting!

(Traces of Jinx in Silco's section)

Silco:

When one of Silco’s men made an odd comment about you while you were in Silco’s office…he genuinely had no idea how to respond for several moments

Was this man really so stupid…so ignorant as to say something like that not only in front of you, but in front of him?

“Come here.” He said, in a cold and unwavering voice to the man

He was confused but got closer anyways

Silco moved quicker than any of you knew he could, and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt

“Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought you showed promise.” He let go, shoving the man into the chair across from his desk

You could hear Jinx giggling above you, as she watched with anticipation

You were just…hurt

How come he picked at the one thing you were most sensitive about?

You looked at the scene in front of you, confused and anxious to see what was about to happen

It was no secret to you that Silco ran a…minorly illegal business

To say the least

But he rarely showed you just how bad it could get, so for the most part you had no idea

You were about to find out though

Silco gestured for Sevika to block the door, and it made the man antsy in his chair

He then looked up to Jinx, and nodded

She knew what to do

Silco then grabbed you as Jinx hopped down, and pressed himself against you

Your back was to his chest, and you were now sitting in his lap observing what was about to happen

The man screamed as Jinx kicked his shin hard enough to break it

She pulled out one of her guns, and started shooting across his arms and legs

The most twisted part of it all was that…he was alive. He could feel every shot into his body

Jinx giggled and put pressure on some of the wounds, as the man screamed…and screamed…and screamed

“See darling? This is what happens when someone crosses me.” He whispered into your ear

You were terrified, the display being so cruel and brutal that you were left in shock

He spoke once more, but this time to the man crying and screaming across from you

“Apologize. To them, not to me.” He smiled coldly over your shoulder, wrapping both his arms around you, keeping you locked in place

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN, PL-”

Jinx let off one more round, straight into his torso

She giggled again, and shrugged, saying “Oops! Not good enough!” 

As the man fell to the ground, you nearly started sobbing

Silco felt this, and put a hand over your eyes, which only made you more terrified

“It’s okay…as long as you’re with me, not a single soul can bring you harm. I will punish anyone without any remorse for hurting you.” 

His breath was hot on your ear, and he chuckled. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll protect you. No matter the consequence.” 

Viktor:

You had been with Viktor a few months, and he was just…so sweet

Something in you had those alarm bells going off, but you brushed it aside as anxiety

He was always pretty protective of you, but generally much more laid back about it than some

You didn’t realize just the severity of it until today

You and him were walking, as he liked to do

Sure, his leg was real bad but he always said exercise would help eventually

He had his cane as usual, and you were both chatting away

It was peaceful…for now

A man you’d never seen before came up to you, and said something cruel about an insecurity you tried to hide all your life

The tears fell, and Viktor froze on the spot

Within seconds, Viktor went from looking at you, to the man

“That wasn’t nice…I’m going to request you apologize.” He smiled at you, and held your hand, barely paying attention to the man

“Why would I? Piss off.” The man said, and he went to walk away but Viktor spun around and slammed the cane into the back of the man’s knee

“What the-THIS ISN’T WHAT-” He was cut off when the cane struck his stomach

Viktor hit him, a good few more times before he stopped, leaving the man with at least a couple broken bones

He winced, knowing he overworked himself again

You just stared, how could he hurt someone like that?

“Ah…” He mumbled, leading you away from the scene

“I’m sorry love…When I saw you cry I just snapped.” He looked sheepish, but something in your mind screamed “RUN!” 

You ignored that feeling again

“You…care about me that much?” You wiped the tears from your eyes, and held Viktor’s free hand

“Of course I do. I would do anything for you.” And he gave you a big smile

Something about his words felt off…

You clung to his side, and he simply thought…”That was easier than I thought.” 

He had paid that man, telling him exactly what to say

Viktor knew of your deepest insecurity, and fully intended on exploiting that to get closer to you

The man he beat up wasn’t informed on the fact Viktor would beat him nearly half to death

But as soon as he left the scene, he signaled to his…”friends” to dispose of the man

Had he been more sane, he would have never used your insecurity against you

He was not, however

When he said he’d do anything for you…he may he lied a bit

There was one thing he could never do even if you wanted to

And that was leave your side

He would never, in a million years, accept a break up

Now…you wouldn’t want to know what would happen if you tried…

Would you?

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I’ll find you

Chapter 3: Follow you

Cowboy!Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Prompt: Your past finds you, so you decide weather you’ll take the fight to them or continue hiding. And Miguel’s there no matter what you choose.

Warnings: violence, death, grief, mention of child death, mention of domestic abuse, misogyny

Word count: 3.1K

Under the gently dying light of the setting sun, you and Miguel both sat on the floor of his garden. Your knees’ planted into the dirt permits your balance. As the pair of you picked away at the tiny buds of garlic that’s begun to grow.

Having already harvested the tomatoes, carrots, and eggs from an hour ago. In a short distance from the small rooster shed. Hearing the few chickens he has cluck through the firm black wood. Miguel went on about when’s the right time to pick for fruits and vegetables. Your family were hunters not gardeners, so it was rather educational.

Once the bucket was a third full, he instructs “That’s enough, I’ll let the rest grow for a few more days…” your gave an affirming nod. You stood up, your vision landing on the bulky chipped fence that divided the area of his garden, chicken shed, and goat shed from the rest of the forest. Built low enough so Miguel himself just about see over, but high enough to stop the average predators from climbing over.

He grabbed the bucket from the ground, a dark brown coated the fabric just around your knees. In all honesty half of the picking was getting lost in chatting. About books, theatre, and math; don’t ask how that conversation devolved. Once only the souls of your shoes were pressed to the earth you inquired.

“What’s next?!” With a brimming smile on your face, he laughs “Nothing. We’re done…” you dreaded those words. You needed a distraction any distraction until your eyelids became boulders pressing you to sleep. You then skipped to the fence, unlocking the door saying “Hey I can hunt! Get our next meal ahead of time-“ Miguel violently fidgets witnessing you try to go beyond the door frame of the fence.

“No! Theres trip wires beyond the house!” You paused and drawback inside the fences perimeters. Until it dawns on you. The fence is wide and tall enough to keep predators out of the garden. And he used the word tripwires not animal traps. Your suspicions quake inside your mind and fell from your mouth “Trip wire for what?…” Miguel crushed his lips for a moment, trying to swallow the undeniable pause of how he’s going to work around this. And he manages to do so almost expertly “it’s dangerous for you cause you don’t know where they are. Just stay inside the fence and you won’t get hurt.” Your brows furrow in mild annoyance at Miguel dismissing your bid for the truth.

But again, he’s given you food, a warm bed, and a safe home. You’re not jumping to complain. But not knowing makes you all the more afraid. If anything you get what you want regardless. Your minds too uneasy about what you should expect from Miguel’s past. Than to be from your own.

~~Middle of that night~~

Neither of you could sleep, you wound up just lounging on the couch beside one another. As the veil of night enveloped the forest, with tiny stars shining down. You were unable to see the constellations with the wooden roof above you and Miguel’s heads. Illumination within the cabin was brought in and sustained by a lone oil lamp. It’s canister half gone, propped in the center of the coffee table beside the couch.

You made your arm a pillar for your head in between your hand and the couch’s left arm rest. As Miguel say with his back to his own arm rest, you smiled inquiring “Want to know something Miguel?” He nods quietly letting you speak.

“You’d make a killing with women if you had the least bit of confidence.” He chuckled halfway through your sentence. He grinned at you when his initial laughter faded. He had to say something back.

“Oh don’t worry I have…” you raised your eyebrow doubtfully, teasing “They the type of women who adore when a man dodges every and all of there personal questions about himself? Hm?” You moved your arm off your head, lifting its weight with your neck once again. Pushing your entire back onto the arm rest, mimicking Miguel’s sitting position. He kittenishly grinned, “Oh definitely. Never had anything long term before actually…” his gently wording reminiscing killed his smile.

“Really?” Now that surprised you, you fully expected Miguel to deflect the question or pretend it never existed. But even to Miguel’s own shock, he indulged you “Not for a lack of trying…just accepted I won’t be one to find my soulmate or true love or what have you…” you glued your lips together tighter in thought, you had so many swirling in your skull. As only one possible response arrived to the surface, and crawled through your mouth towards Miguel. You spoke almost shamefully.

“You don’t believe in true love?” Miguel’s eyes had a gleam now, hatched from the back of his mind by what you had said. Miguel’s a sweet man, you’ve seen every shade of his generosity and patience. But nows the only moment in the near two days straight you’ve spent with him. To now actually know him, the mask of niceties and good will cast aside. You catch an edge of bitterness in his face and tone, weather at himself or others you couldn’t tell. Perhaps both.

“I do. Never stopped believing in it, just stopped believing in me…” you unconsciously adopted a look of pity, a stiff frown with an uneven furrow of your brows. Miguel hadn’t said much, but reading his meaning was enough to infer so much of what he had been through. The bitterness sharpened itself as he shook his head, “I don’t know…haven’t thought about it in years…” you sensed his anger was now directed at you.

Receiving pity from you, the woman whose lost her daughter before her very eyes. Was almost killed by her husband, whose had to abandon everything she knows and everything she has just to keep her life. Yet somehow this vague philosophizing of his was worth such pity? You stopped by turning away your gaze from his, now you both are glancing at the floor.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You meekly confessed, he shook his head. With it the buried anger dissipated entirely out of sight “No it’s okay…” you didn’t quite believe him, and by Miguel’s tone he didn’t believe it himself. But you both dropped it, in turn he changed the subject “And honestly, you have a point, we’re complete strangers still despite everything. So for the sake of fairness, may I ask you a personal question?” A nervousness tunneled itself from your chest down to your gut. Leaving an aching emptiness above your waist. You squirmed in your seat giving an approving nod. He asked away.

“Was your daughter the only real family you had left?” Tears didn’t well in your eyes despite the soul destroying fact of the matter that she was. This is a reality you’ve accepted for years. Mona was all you had, your entire life was her safety and happiness. Now both have been cruelly cut short by that soulless monster you made the mistake of having be her father. You know you failed her before she was ever born.

“Yes.”

Your response slightly unnerved Miguel, it was to the point. A rigid mask of acceptance fell onto your face as he asked. Not a crease or dimple of emotion cut through your expression. Plus the following chill of nothing further to add or explain on your end didn’t help matters.

“I’m going to bed. Good night.” You robotically proclaim with a whisper standing up. Then stiffly making your way up the stairs to your guest room. Not giving even a glance of acknowledgment to Miguel before, after, or during. A shamelessly abrupt end to the conversation from you. For once the personal conversation roles were exchanged between you and Miguel. Miguel sighed a breath heavy with regret and stained with shame. And he soon followed to sleep.

~~An hour later~~

What scared you most as you laid in bed, was you had no more tears left. Not for a lack of capacity but desire to expel them. Despite the unignorable reminder of how Mona’s the last person alive who truly loves you and cared for you. And you to her as her mother. You had felt freed, Thomas was always in the backdrop of every waking moment with Mona. He’d rarely raise his hand or his voice against you.

However the smaller moments of demeaning your self esteem, worth, and mental faculties is how he tore you down piece by piece over the years. How he’d literally wave his hand to push you away whenever you approached him at an inconvenient time. He never once would raise a finger to help you with Mona, and when you dared ask he’d either laugh or question why ask him. How he’s the shadow of your entire life with Mona. It was grueling and made you sick in your gut to realize.

Yet you were finally free of what everyone around you expected of you. Not weighed down by your husband, your neighbors, your “friends”. Nor a precious human life that was entirely dependent upon you. In the cruelest way possible, the universe had given you an out.

Miguel entered your room not even a second as those thoughts swam through your mind. You stood up in the bed and asked “What is it-“ Miguel cut you off, he was bent down slightly in the door frame. To mask his visage among the shadows of the dark room.

“The trip wire’s in front of the house went off. Someone’s on there way here-“ he instructed whispery, his warning was punctuated by a crash of a bullet through the window on the furthest wall of your room. He dashed behind the bed as he pulled you down to the floor. You both used the mattress and bed frame as cover. You both hear a voice as obnoxious as nails on chalkboard.

“COME OUT WE KNOW YOU’RE HERE-“ Miguel and you traded aggressively puzzled expressions. It wasn’t someone Miguel or you knew. Could they just be robbers? Miguel didn’t give you time to find out yourself, he pressed a key into your left palm saying “This is the key to the panic room downstairs, just go to the basement and it’s in the stairway cubby. Go there until I get you-“ you scoffed “What?! What if you need help?” Miguel reassured with a weight of annoyance in his tone “Just go I’ll be fine.”

Gentlemanly, he guided himself from behind cover first, allowing you to follow behind crotched beneath the windows’ view with him. As the man kept on shouting, clearing up your questions from moments ago. “Come out whore! Your husband wants to see you!” Miguel mumbled “They are aware you have a name right?” You playfully snarled “Honestly it’s fifty fifty chance.”

That changed things however, your husband knew where you and Miguel were. And paid more goons to try to drag you back. Or kill you, neither of which is happening tonight. But it complicates matters. By the time Miguel and you crawled to the top of the stairs leading to the basement. He looked you in the eyes and mumbled “Promise me you will stay there until I get you.” You huffed quietly, with a “I promise.” Punctuating your silent disapproval. You do plan to stay regardless of how much the idea upsets you.

Beneath the veneer of blackness enveloping the house, you could see the shine of relief pierce across his face. He didn’t do this to control you or get you out of the way. Or ask you to promise as a means of undermining your intelligence. It’s because he doesn’t want you hurt. You can feel the shaking of his blood underneath Miguel’s tanned skin at the prospect of you getting hurt. Once his lightly calloused yet tender palms covers your own. With a discreet rub of his fingers against your flesh. As if to have his fingers savor the rub of you on him. Like one would savor a sweet, hot tea. He then breaks away to head for the front door.

You then make your way downstairs, after sighing in disappointment at the severing of your skin. Once your feet start pushing down onto the creaky steps when you enter the windowless concrete cellar. You hear the front door rush open and Miguel shouting back at them. His words are an intangible fog of his otherwise deep, warming voice. Then a shot goes off right as your done fumbling the key in the key hole of the panic room door.

You pause, then leave the key in the lodge as you face back upstairs. Miguel out front contending with the armed stooges doesn’t hear you rushing upstairs. You remember where he keeps his hunting rifle, when it’s in your grip. You double check to see if it’s loaded. When you see it is, you snatch a magazine. Then get to a prominent spot in the attic. There’s a couple windows, and you choose the smallest one. Less likely to face retaliation and far less of a chance of dropping the weapon.

Through the somewhat dusty scope you attached to it, you view the scene. Miguel isn’t fighting, he’s putting his hands up. Coming to them trying to convince them you’re not there.

“I’m sure this all a big misunderstanding-“

“MY ASS! We know she’s here! Just give her up she’s just a girl, ya ain’t gotta risk it like this partner….” A flash of terror washed over your face. The possibility of Miguel giving you up hadn’t crossed your mind until now. He’s already killed 3 men for you, now by your counting he’ll have to kill 5 more. Not to mention eating his food and sleeping in his bed. Your husband can bankroll an army until he gets what he wants. That’s usually how he handled things. Even if you dealt with these men, more will come. However Miguel responded in kind.

“Search my entire house until you’re satisfied, whoever you’re looking for isnt here! Honest!” Your heart skipped a beat, the presumption that pity is why he was doing all this for you died behind your eyes. You’d blush, if the burn of rage didn’t flare beneath your skin instead. Upon eating up the sight of these men.

These pieces of shit, with no honor or diginity the minute money is thrown at them. They’ll hunt someone down, kill, and brag about it all for tokens of yellow metal. And conveniently wash there hands of all responsibility cause “it was just a job”. Wearing the uniform of the mercenaries who killed Mona no less. A quiet movie only you can see unfolds before you. All the years they sustained your husbands cruelty. Shooting Unionizing workers, robbing people who couldn’t pay his ridiculous fees, shaking down even the smallest of competitors. Mona is just the latest victim of theres you’ve witnessed.

Your lungs start to heave in rage, your finger finding itself shaking against the trigger. The tiny red dot centering the scope hovered almost perfectly in the middle of one of the men’s skulls. The noise of Miguel’s discussion with the men was eaten away by the resentment flooding your brain. All that was left was some ideas of a plan of to do swimming like bugs. But one thought is clear as you bite it through your gritting teeth, Mona will be there last victim.

A soft click was all it took to push the bullet out of the open window, through the man’s skull. You cocked another bullet in the rifle a half moment before anyone below could react. Giving you the time needed to drill a second bullet through another man’s skull.

Before instinctively ducking below the opening, now seeing splitters flying off from the ceiling. By the shitty returned fire of the goons able to fire back. Miguel curses before the sounds of claws tearing apart flesh can reach where you sat in the attic. With the rifle around your body you rushed down to the front door. Hearing the sounds of fighting grow in volume the closer you are to the front door.

Once you swung it open, you had already reloaded. Taking out one of the mercenaries who unluckily stuck his head above cover the moment he came into your view. Once popping a chunk of his skull from under his skin. You realized Miguel was just finished severing one of there necks in half with his talons.

Then launching himself at the last one standing, before he could even pathetically cry for mercy. Miguel’s fangs are planted through his throat. Having his vocal cords and tip of his lungs ripped from his body. He can’t deny having to swallow back vomit watching the scene. But you won’t complain, they’re dead.

Miguel once bus huffing concludes, your grip on your gun loosens in nervousness of what Miguel will say. His shirts natural res washes out the stains of blood. As there bodies litter the road before his house. He looks at you and asks passively annoyed “What the hell?”

Shame hung off of your sunken face, but not regret or guilt. All you spoke in response was “I had to. And when I’m gone they won’t come to your house anymore. I’m taking the fight to these fucks.” As you attempt to match off. Miguel discreetly stands between you and the horizon of the road away, sighing out an understanding “Alright-“

“If you’re thinking of trying to stop me-“ you defensively bite back

“I never said that.” He quieted you gently, he continued with a sad weight on his face. As Deja Vu pressed out from his mind towards his eye sockets. Displaying a look of defeat beneath his eyebrows, his handsome features often plagued with a disquieted despair.

“I know you’ll go weather I come with or not. So I might as well join. Let’s just grab some supplies and another gun, then we’ll be off.”

Now you have infinitely less of an idea of who this man is now than you ever have. Why do all this for you? Food, bed, protection, killing for you. What made you so special? As much as that curiosity eats away your thoughts. You knew this wasn’t the time, you had a child and an entire life to avenge. Not just your own that’s for certain. You gave a determined nod, with a simple.

“Thank you.” Leaving your grateful smile, and just like that. He curved his own lips up in response.

#Miguel O’Hara #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #Miguel O’Hara x reader #smut #18+ #tw; death #tw; violence #tw; misogyny #tw; mention of child death #tw; grief #spiderverse #spiderverse au #Cowboy!Miguel #cowboy!miguel #slow burn fic

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Hey, I was wondering if I could request a Yandere Antisepticeye x (Possibly masc) reader where the reader is Jackies sidekick, kind of, and Anti ends up kidnapping the reader to brainwash them into loving him

We love Yandere Anti in this household. It was fun writing this! I always love getting to write yandere stories on any of my blogs XD I may have beefed up Anti's powers and capabilities but whateeeeeva. It's fanfiction for a reason.

Tw; swearing, violence, blood. Nothing crazy, just yandere-typical stuff.

Taglist: @serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning @jacksepticeye-simp

Word Count: 1,797

Being Jackie’s “sidekick” was more fun than you thought it’d be. Running around and helping people with the little things here and there, mostly. A stolen purse, maybe even just calming down a verbal argument. People worried about the business, and anything like that was typical for your usual day with Jackie. Even if you weren’t officially a sidekick, it didn’t matter too much to you. You were his friend, and are able to keep him company while he’s sitting around, wondering what to do next. 

When you met his brother, Anti, they couldn’t have been more different. Anti didn’t really want anything to do with you, and his attitude pissed you off. Especially when it was directed at Jackie. But time went by, and his mood never wavered, always coming off mean, mischievous and completely uncaring about those around him. You had raised your voice a good few times, and threatened him when Jackie wasn’t there if he was being a serious problem. 

It only made Anti laugh, but it was far from a nice laugh. It was malicious, borderline psychotic. You hated that damn laugh…the “I’m better than you”, the “Are you stupid?” the “You’re wrong,” one. That one he was doing right now. He did it a lot, but Jackie wasn’t here yet so you weren’t afraid to call him out on it. 

“Seriously, what kind of grown adult laughs like a disney villain?” You raised an eyebrow and tried to keep excessive profanities out of your mouth. He already said them enough, no need for you to curse him out. Not when you didn’t know when Jackie was getting here. “Don’t you have better things to do then sit here and bother me?” You sipped your drink, and looked around the cafe Jackie told you to meet him at. 

“Better things to do? No, not really. Why, you got something going on?” His smirk never left his face. What you wouldn’t give to wipe that look off it…but you were helping a hero. It didn’t exactly pay much, but you doubted Jackie would want to work with you if you mangled his brother’s face. As much as you would like to right now. 

“I’m waiting for Jackie.” You took another sip, then looked at your watch. He didn’t specify what time you’d be meeting, just soon. Usually he specified, but since he didn’t you figured better head here asap in case it was something urgent. “Where the fuck is he…?” You wouldn’t rush him, but you didn’t want to spend any more alone time with this annoying prick for any longer. 

Speaking of which…there weren’t many people here. It was just barely getting dark, so maybe there was something else going on in town that you didn’t know about. You laughed quietly and swirled the remains of your drink at the thought of Jackie inviting you here just to show up in a parade. It wouldn’t be the first time…and probably not the last, either. That’s probably where he was, or caught up helping someone. You just hoped he wasn’t in trouble. 

When you looked up to see Anti, he was already looking at you. “Creep…” Your brow twitched in irritation, and his smug look only got worse. “What? The hell are you staring at?” He didn’t even say anything, but it was maddening. “Whatever, I’ll text Jackie I’m meeting him somewhere else. Piss off already.” 

“Go right ahead.” He said as you got up and grabbed your jacket to leave. He didn’t make any attempt to stop you, which was a little suspicious, but you shrugged it off. Though you didn’t get very far, when you heard Jackie’s phone ringing from behind you. He was already here?

You spun and stopped dead in your tracks. “The hell are you doing with his phone?” Approaching him quickly now, something felt off about the air. That smug look seemed…almost inhuman at this point. You looked around, and noticed not a single person there. Not even the noises of birds, crickets…anything. Something in you yelled “run” but you had to know. “Why do you have his phone?” It was weary, and only caused a loud and sinister laughter to come from your only company right now. 

“Might have stolen it. Might have beat him up. Might have done…worse.” He dangled the phone before dropping it to the concrete and smashing it with his foot. “Now are you coming with me or not?” He held out a hand, seemingly wanting you to take it, but also making clear he didn’t expect you to. “Better hurry up. He’s coming.” He pointed behind you, and when you did he cackled. 

Turning, you were met with the sight of Jackie. But not regular Jackie, he was crying and bleeding profusely. You went to run up to him, but Anti’s arm stopped you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Anti’s voice didn’t even sound like it had all the other times you’d seen him. Almost glitching out. Was this a dream? Or like a really messed up nightmare…after what you saw next, nightmare definitely seemed more fitting. 

Jackie crawled towards you, until his body started to grow and shift. What he became was something twice your height, and vicious laughter emanated from him. It still somewhat sounded like Jackie, but the creature’s mouth wasn’t even open. The sound was all around you, and you were so focused on his body shifting, that you didn’t notice the world around you dissolving until there was nothing remaining. You, this creature resembling Jackie, and Anti who still held your arm in a vice grip. 

“Time to choose~!” Anti practically sang as the creature crawled closer and closer to you. “Stick with him, and lose your life to someone you loved, or…” He spun you around, and even he looked warped, with glitches forming all around him. “Stick with me, and stay alive. I can love you better than he ever could.” He pulled you towards him by the back of your neck. 

All around you, voices and images of people chanting started at a whisper and got louder as they progressed. “CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE!” They screamed. It only made the decision harder, and if you had stopped and thinked about it at the moment you might have chosen differently. You tried to look at Jackie, or what he became, and had to close your eyes. It was too difficult to look at. 

“Tick-tock, tick-tock.” Anti waved a finger in front of him to get your attention. “As if anyone could even comprehend protecting you to the capacities I can. Make the right choice, I know you will.” His eyes left yours to stare behind you. He grinned, and tilted his head to look at you better as the creature reached you. 

It grabbed your leg, causing you to scream and try and kick it away. But it was no use, the thing was huge and its one hand could easily grab the entirety of your waist. If it put any more pressure on where it grabbed, the bones would break. The voices only grew and grew, until you could swear your ears began to bleed. It was the least of your concerns, and all you could do before it broke you, was scream:

“YOU! ANTI!” You weren’t sure if it was admitting defeat, or a plea for help. Either way, Anti effortlessly sliced the creature's arm off, and it disappeared altogether. You scrambled back, and all but fell into Anti’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Your heart was thumping against your chest and you closed your eyes, not wanting to believe any of it was happening. 

When you opened them you were back in the cafe. Anti was sitting across from you and looking confident as ever. His hands were folded under his head as he leaned forward to be closer to you. Everything in you said it was real, but there was no proof. It was as if the whole thing never happened. You looked around, frantically, but there were so many others in the area. There was no way it was real…right? 

As soon as you thought about it, they were gone once more. Your eyes widened and you were standing up from a chair that was no longer there. Knowing that the creature could come back, you rushed to Anti’s side. If he protected you before, he surely would this time, right? “Where are we?” Was all you could get out. 

“Just somewhere. And nowhere.” He shrugged, and said “You’re right. I will protect you.” He grinned and you backed away from him. Could he read your thoughts? That was impossible though…this whole thing was completely impossible. You wanted to wake up, and right now. 

He sighed, and turned to face you fully. He looked even more warped than before. A gaping wound on his neck, eyes glowing green, and a smile full of teeth that could tear you to pieces with no effort at all. “It’s alright…I wouldn’t hurt you. But those people? Out there? They would.” He pointed and an image like a projector screen played of people walking around in the city. Fights, weapons, anything. The stuff you wouldn’t even let Jackie break up.

“But you chose me over him. You know what that means?” He walked closer and you felt like backing away, but something behind you was preventing it. His voice, his hair, his fangs, his eyes. You didn’t want to see any of it. Not even that tattered tank top he always wore. “It means…” When he reached you, he wrapped one hand around your throat. You felt the sharp points of his nails, and sucked in air. 

“You’re mine, now. I’ll keep you here as long as I have to, so you can see it too. That you love me, that you never loved him, any of it. Before you know it, you won’t even remember anything other than me. I’ll be sure of that.” He leaned in and his breath hovered over your mouth, “No matter what I have to do. It doesn’t matter, because you’ll be here. With me, for me, and only me. Your life before now will mean nothing.” 

Whatever he was…you were terrified. He could break you, and you wouldn’t put it past him to do it either. All you knew now was how much you wished you never went to the cafe that day. He tricked you. Betrayed you, and Jackie might never know. Put on display for someone you weren’t even sure was human. Until the day you could be free…you were stuck here. Freedom will come in one way or another…

Even if you have to die to reach it. 

#antisepticeye x reader #yandere! antisepticeye x reader #yandere x reader #jacksepticeye egos #x reader #gn reader #anti x reader #tw; violence #tw; swearing #request

[waywardsou2]

Posted a new Fic

seeing as everyone loved HTTYD so much, here is an Eret Son of Eret fic.

I won't tell you what it is. But have fun!

#httyd #httyd 2 #httyd 3 #httyd eret #httyd fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction #trauma #angst #tw; violence #drago bludvist

[banefultyrant]

I will expand on this later in a larger post with cause, severity, and so on, but some things to know about how I write Gortash…

Lingering / Lifelong Effects of Abuse // @banefultyrant

Chronic pain, particularly with bad [ cold and/or damp ] weather. His shoulders and the joints in his right leg have it the worst, but all the old breaks in general tend to make themselves known with achiness, though he will seldom ever show it as more than maybe he seems a bit more stiff than usual, or his expression somewhat drawn, tension around his jaw, etc.

Bad leg(s); Neither is good, were he honest. One is just worse than the other and requires the use of the cane, though he tries to avoid it when possible. He doesn't like being dependent on it. He doesn't like needing it. So he tries to make it seem like it's for the aesthetic, a fashion choice like all the rich patriars.

Bad shoulder joints. The reason for this should be fairly evident in the framework of abuse.

Lots of little scars, some visible such as those on his face, some not.

The shape of his nose is from one too many breaks. As is the permanent discoloration around eyes. [ Further helped along by having difficulty sleeping at the time with Orin and her ilk running about. ]

Dentures or partial dentures due to missing, cracked, or irreparable teeth.

There are, of course, lingering effects that aren't physical—he literally has an anti-anxiety coat—but that should likely be a post of its own.

#|| if it feels good — tastes good — it must be mine || { about // enver gortash } #|| ' i hung the traitors by their necks ; i built this dream on blood and sweat ' || { mentality // enver gortash } #tw; abuse #tw; injury #tw; violence

[shiroi---kumo]

Continued from || X

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Eyes open in a blur before they shoot wide accompanied by a low gasp. Systems are working at max speed in a matter of seconds before they slow back down to a crawl. It's like the first time. It's like the very first time he came to after His Excellency chose to crush him until his body caved and his systems ceased to function.

Except this time it was different. This time his head was separated from his shoulders in one clean sweep of his own blade. The Maken turned against him as Lady Tiamat's screams had filled up his ears in that moment. It had been silent all around them to him it was so very loud.

He can still remember the sensation of smooth crystal slicing through flesh and bone alike. He can remember the horizon tipping as he fell and struck against the ground. Except - it wasn't all of him that was falling and it was such a strange sensation to look back up at his own body - headless - before his consciousness faded out and with him the world died once again in his eyes.

It got dark.

He hates it when it gets dark.

So now, here he lay in a place he can only assume is the lowest confines of Gaudium's dungeons where light hardly ever reaches and next to no one ever goes. Chaos has left him down here to rot no doubt - a forgotten memory of Wonderland's past. The King had fallen so his people need not ever speak his name again - right?

He assumes that's the little monster's plan anyway.

So now he just needs to assess the situation and not let his mind cave into the spiraling torment of remembering what his own body looked like while missing it's head. He needs to not question it and to just accept that it happened. Just like he did all his other deaths, except this one is harder to stomach than the rest and he's doing his best to not cave to the building sensation at his core to spill the contents of his stomach at the thought.

He did more than die this time, and Rakkani and his binds had to watch that. Ai had to watch that and that fact alone is enough to make his blood boil. Somehow he's sure that the sight of it is as burned into his brain as it is hers and he really doesn't care how old she is now - she never should have been forced to watch such a thing happen to anyone, let alone some she loved.

Never should either of the Hayakawas have been subjected to witness such a thing, much less perform it. He can only imagine the mental turmoil that Yu is experiencing right now.

So now the Lunar King is doing the only thing he can think to do in this situation and that is to let out a deep exhale. He can feel Mist rolling up his throat and off his lips. Good. That's exactly what it should feel like. He needs to make sure that everything is where it should be.

Slowly he shifts to bring his body off the floor, and he feels his head rush as he does. The room spins for a moment while jade blurs out only to focus back in moments later. He needs to not think but only assess. Black Wind is furious no doubt and he can only imagine how long it is going to take before Bahamut's Destroyer is on their doorstep.

He just needs to keep his wits about him until then. Black Wind will come soon, and once he does then they can go home and he can go back to Rakkani. Back to his binds. He can work to reestablish his rule over Wonderland at a later date.

He can't imagine the public is going to take to his sudden appearance very well seeing as he needs to explain how he's still standing after sustaining such an injury but it wasn't like there was proof of it on his -

He's rolling his head around just to make sure range of motion is unchanged when he feels the smallest of pulls on the skin just above his Sielun Värit. This leads to the Unlimited turning his head in every direction he can slowly just to confirm that the pulling sensation goes all the way around his neck in a ring. A groan leaves him when he realizes that it must be a new scar.

Either way, he needs to continue his assessment. His neck is scarred but his head seems otherwise connected. His Mist is still intact and functioning as it should. His arms are behind his back still and a small bit of tugging tells him that they're still shackled together but he seems to have a bit more of wiggle room than he did before.

Moving further into his investigation, he commands his toes to move and then rotates his ankles around. His body seems to be moving as it should. That's a good sign. His stomach growls as he continues to squirm around only pausing to sigh and the twisting sensation that is begging him to find some kind of food.

He supposes he should see if anyone is down here.

"Hello?" His voice chimes, gargling a bit as it rumbles in his throat in a way it usually doesn't. That's expected all things considered.

"Hello?" He sounds again, his voice settling back out to sound more in his usual tone. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Footsteps.

He can hear footsteps coming his way and there is a light shining in the distance. Soon he is met with a pair of darkly colored eyes so he does his best to smile at the guard that has come to investigate the source of the sound no doubt.

"Excuse me." He starts again with snow colored brows turning upward as he speaks. "If it's not too much to ask, I'm quite hungry. Could I request something to eat? And some water perhaps? Please if you would be so kind?"

Despite his best efforts the man screams as he stares. He watches as the man's face goes sheet white and his body trembles. The light in his hand rattling all the while. He's turning tail and running away from the lunar royalty before he can say much less, leaving the Misterican alone in the cell he's been placed in and the darkness.

Did they neglect to tell their soldiers of the state of his life? Apparently.

His stomach is growling again in frustration as the King sighs. Now how is he going to get anyone down here again? He just wants something to eat...

It seems he's going to need to wait for @musesofthemoon .

#v; ghost of the king #arc: wrong time ; wrong time || bad end #v; a king's oath || future verse #musesofthemoon #musesofthemoon || the twins #tw; long post #tw; death #tw; murder #tw; resurrection #tw; violence #tw; injury #tw; blood #tw; fear #tw; imprisonment #tw; isolation #tw; decapitation #ffu spoilers

[theblindman]

Don’t Breathe 2 - 2021

The Death of Shadow; Part 2 

#don't breathe 2 #norman nordstrom #the blind man #tw; violence #tw; death #tw; blood #tw; injury #horror blog #Horror Movies #2021 #Stephen Lang

[shedontlovehuhself]

Misha making a post to raise awareness and show solidarity and people are jumping to he got hacked???

Anyways, please look up Mahsa Amini to learn what has been going on(this is nothing new).

#mahsa amini #the world needs to know #tw; violence

[gun--arm]

@midgarwhispers liked for a starter.

one dead, two dead, three dead-

and by the fourth, he's lost count. their cries mean nothing, their words mean even less. the few who don't scream - beg, but what they don't seem to realise is that, hell, he's doing them a favour. taking them out before the shinra get their chance to. no; the people of the saucer shouldn't see dyne as a monster, they should be seeing him as their liberator.

and for any too afraid to take themselves out ( those like him ), he's giving them the ultimate out. a gesture said with love; a bullet - right through their heart.

when he reaches her; poor looking thing, light eyes and skin - an expression unlike the others - he's out of bullets.

one click, two click, three click-

his gunarm lets him ( and maybe her, too ) down today.

and with disappointment, he cocks a brow and tugs lips with a half-smirk. a shrug of his shoulders as he sneers -

"huh - guess it aint your day then-" he'd laugh were words not barely a croak "maybe 'nother time-"

#dyne just casually commiting mass murder - this is their meet cute :) #tw; violence #(thread.)

[sioraiocht]

~ @defectivexfragmented || Frank hurting Peter - Semi plotted starter ~

Spider Man had gotten in his way which meant that there was nothing else for it - He'd have to be taken out. Catching a spider was a little different - It required thought and precision. However, Frank had managed it, pummeling the guy's face into the ground, foot on his stomach to keep him pinned down. Peter could barely catch his breath, the tangy taste of blood filling his mouth as each punch pushed him closer to unconsciousness. He scrambled to try and get his footing but the weight of Frank's knee on his chest was keeping him immobile. He'd been due to meet Matt. The only thing he could hope now was that he'd spot something was wrong and follow the trail of blood. "Castle -" Peter whimpered the name out, his vision woozy as he tried to stay conscious. "You don't have to do this -"

Frank grunted with annoyance, another blow landing to his face. "Y'know, I'm getting real sick of the likes of you telling me what I should or shouldn't be doing."

#defectivexfragmented #;frank & matt { defectivexfragmented } #tw; blood #tw; injury #tw; violence #;to be added to tracker

[ijwrsmff]

Could you maybe do a yandere Luffy x reader? 👉👈 maybe he finally blows up at Sanji for constantly flirting with them? Or one of the marines threatens to kidnap them and he snaps? Or maybe they’re already kidnapped? I just wanna see Luffy beat someone up in the name of their love 🥺

Here you gooooo! It’s longer than I meant for it to be XD. About 1,500 words. I went with the “marines kidnapping reader” Because that’s the one my brain created first. I will warn, there is brief torture, and brief depictions of Luffy killing people. Not described, only referenced. Oh and lots of swearing. 

So...

TW; Brief mentions of torture, tw; swearing, tw; death

Damn it…damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!

How could you let this happen?

You were fighting the marines as you usually did, this time to protect a village. You had stopped with your crew on a smaller island, one that wasn’t even picked up by the log pose. 

After doing some investigation, you found out the marines had destroyed and hurt many of the towns and villas on the island. With Nami’s history, and Luffy’s righteous nature, it wasn’t a surprise to any of you Luffy initiated war with these marines. 

The fight had encompassed a whole town (which wasn’t that big to begin with), and was supposed to be easy. And to be fair…it was. 

At least…that’s what you thought. 

You had defeated your fair share, and took a second to breathe. That was your first mistake. 

Before you could process what was happening, you’d be cuffed with sea-stone cuffs, and a hand was placed over your mouth. The grip on you was tight…and with the power of the sea-stones, you felt more than a little weak. 

The last thing you saw before passing out was Luffy fighting some bigger enemies in the distance. 

‘Luffy…help me…’ You thought as you lost consciousness. 

When you awoke, you were in a cage, sea-stone handcuffs still tightly secured around your wrists. 

You took in your surroundings, and there really…wasn’t much to see. 

A small cage, but big enough to comfortably move around, and a large door. Other than that? Absolutely nothing. Not even a window to look out of to see where you were. 

You heard the sounds of arguing outside of that door, but couldn’t pick up on any of the words. It wasn’t long then until someone walked in. A marine. Typical…

He sneered at you, and mumbled “Fucking pirate…” 

“Actually I’m not doing that now, but maybe later.” You sassed. It was just in your nature. 

His look only turned colder, and he opened the cage door. 

You jumped up, but quickly sank back down. Damn cuffs…

He didn’t say another word before you felt a harsh slap to your face, causing your look to grow just as dark as his was…if not more. 

“IF IT WASN’T FOR YOUR CREW WE WOULD HAVE HAD THAT WHOLE ISLAND UNDER OUR THUMB! DO YOU KNOW HOW FAR BACK YOU PUSHED OUR PLANS?” He kicked your chest, knocking you back, causing you to land awkwardly on your hands and wrists. 

You huffed, “Not wasting any time here, are you?” You tried to sit up but he pressed his foot to your abdomen, keeping you down. 

He smirked and it caused a wave of disgust to wash over you. “Oh don’t worry. We have all the time in the world. You’ll be our prisoner…until the day you die. Which will be a lot sooner than you might think.” He spat towards your face, only causing you to feel even more disgust for this marine. 

“You really…really don’t know who my captain is, do you?” You matched his smirk, which earned you a swift kick to the side. 

The smirk never left your face, knowing the worst state you were in, the worse it would be for these marines. If they were the type to kidnap someone, and torture them on top of that? They deserved what was coming to them. 

Not to mention the poor state they left the island in. None of those people deserved it, everyone you met in your brief time on the island…they were so catering to you and your crew. Marines…you despised them for what they’d done. Not just to that island, but your own as well. 

The torture…it only continued from there. You blocked most of it out, taking a stance of neutrality. You’d been through worse. Keeping a blank face, and never making a noise of pain no matter how much your body demanded you to. 

Who knows how much time passed. After the marine you were with left, another simply came in to do the exact same thing. 

Finally, after what felt like days…you were left alone. Bloody,  curled over at the stomach, and bleeding from who knows how many places. God…you felt like one giant bruise. 

You felt the need to cry out, but ignored it. You could tell you were on a ship…the slight swaying from time to time indicated that. After how long you’d been on the Sunny, you knew what it felt like to be on a boat. 

Maybe…maybe the marines were right. What if your crew never found you…what if…

A loud cry from a man alerted you. 

Heh…he was here. You just knew it. 

“MEN! STAND YOUR GROUN-AH!” A loud thud against the floor told you everything you needed to know. 

Then…he busted through the door. Your Luffy. 

If you were anyone else, that dark look on his face would have scared you silly. But you knew no matter how dark that face was, he would never…EVER hurt you. Though you couldn’t say the same about the marines. 

“L-Luffy!” You smiled up at him. 

He knelt down, and unlocked the cage. How did he find the keys so quickly? 

It didn’t matter. You were saved. 

He took the cuffs off next, and his look somehow turned even darker when he fully took in your condition. 

He growled, and took off his hat, placing it carefully on your head. 

“CHOPPER! THEY’RE IN HERE!” He called. 

He put a finger under your chin, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back.” 

The tone was cold, and you almost flinched at it. He saw this and he put his mouth next to your ear, whispering in only words for you to hear “I’m going to make them pay.” 

At that point Chopper rushed in, and quickly began dressing your wounds. He had a large medical kit with him, apparently they had been anticipating your horrible condition. 

Some time passed, and Chopper didn’t say a word. His look was full of concern for you and a little bit of…fear. 

“Chopper…what’s wrong?” He looked at you briefly before looking back to your wounds. 

“He…he gave us an order.” He gulped. “I…it doesn’t sound very Luffy-like.” 

You tilted your head before wincing at the prodding of Chopper at your wounds. “S-sorry! I know��it must hurt.” Your concerned doctor sounded quiet. Almost…shy. 

“What…what was the order?” 

“Kill them all.” 

Your eyes widened. Luffy never killed any of your enemies…unless they gave him a very…very good reason to. But he avoided it whenever possible. 

The cries of the marines had a whole different meaning now. They were literally fighting for their lives. And you knew as well as Chopper and the rest of your crew…none of those marines stood a chance. 

Now with each passing wail from a marine, you flinched. They were…really killing everyone. You thought they deserved it…but do they really deserve to die because they kidnapped you? Beat you up a little? 

When the door opened you looked up in fear. It was Luffy. 

Chopper had long since been done addressing your wounds, and it looked as if Luffy had some of his own wounds now as well. 

He walked over to you silently, and you could see blood…so much blood…

“Luffy! Are you okay?” Your fear of him was overwhelmed by concern for your lover. He could take a beating, but it didn’t stop you from being worried for him. 

He gave you his signature Luffy smile…that looked very sinister in this exact moment. 

“It’s okay. None of it’s my blood.” He walked over to you, and tried to help you up, but your legs couldn't carry any of your weight and you fell into him. 

He frowned, “Y/n…” He effortlessly picked you up, and you headed out of your cell. 

The sight that awaited you…was something out of a horror movie. It almost made you gag to think that your crew could harm people in such ways. 

Luffy looked down at you, and gave another small smile, “Don’t worry. None of them got away!” 

“But Luffy…why did you have to KILL them all…?” 

He leaped over the side onto the waiting Sunny, and slowly walked to his room, not answering your question just yet. 

Setting you on your shared bed, he took his hat back and patted your head. 

“Because…you’re MY Y/n.” His look turned dark, “Anyone who hurts you doesn’t deserve to live on the same planet as you. They got what was coming to them.” 

Before you could register the dark look, it was back to the same careless smile he always had. 

For a moment…it was comforting. But the memory of those marine’s corpses was too much to take. You rolled over in the bed and closed your eyes. 

Luffy whined, “Aw…do we have to sleep now?” He hummed in thought, “You must be really tired.” And you felt his weight next to you, every inch of your bodies touching. 

You knew in that moment…he really would never let you go. 

#luffy x reader #gn reader #yandere!luffy x reader #yandere! Luffy x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #one piece x reader #yandere one piece x reader #tw; torture #tw; death #tw; violence #tw; swearing #monkey d luffy x reader

[boydholbrookfanpage]

Boyd Holbrook as Danny Maguire | Run All Night (2015)

#boyd holbrook #boyd holbrook gifs #BHFPgifsets #BHFP edits #run all night #danny maguire gifs #boyd holbrook gifs 2015 #my gifs #my edits #made by me #boydholbrookfanpage #tw; violence #tw; guns

[suntdracull-archived]

~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷- 𝓔𝓭𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓗𝔂𝓭𝓮~

@dethqveen continued from here

"Thank you"

The Vampire King nodded, finding the nearest seat. A sigh left him as he began to explain.

"It all began in London, England, in the year 1837 in the city of Liverpool...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

...A mysterious figure named Spring Heeled Jack terrorized London, assaulting women living in the city suburbs. Many reported that he was a phantom of sorts, a demon or malefic entity capable of leaping across buildings in a single bound; the only descriptions were that he was a tall man, wearing a hat, possessing piercing yellow eyes that burned like hellfire. The assaults on humans stopped and began in the world of shadow. He preferred vampire women; twenty were physically beaten and murdered savagely. In 1839, the attacks stopped entirely, and Spring Heeled Jack was only heard of in rumor, legend, and propaganda.

1861, Tooley Street, London.

A massive fire had engulfed the south bank of the Thames, which had spread rapidly near London Bridge, causing two million dollars worth of property damage. The fire seemed to be an accident due to poor fire regulations. However, several eyewitnesses reported seeing a strange man surveying the area two days before the fire. A man with yellow eyes and wearing a top hat.

London, Whitechapel District, 1888

Five prostitutes were found brutally murdered in the alleyways at night, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition, yet all not from the crazed hand of a madman but the steady, careful hand of someone experienced in medicine. I tell you, there were far more victims than just the five. The human media covered up the scale of the murders to avoid the paranoid citizens of London into a panicked frenzy. In truth, this fiend killed fifteen women, ten men, and nine children. The newspapers garnered a new name for this lunatic. Jack The Ripper, The Terror of Whitechapel. At the same time, ten more vampire women were found dead, including five lycanthropes and six faes from the Seelie Court. All these victims were murdered by the same method.

A steady hand, the use of medical apparatus, a scalpel, or a liston knife. But there was one method of the murders that was never released to the public. They were first injected with a drug he had personally concocted, which would soon be known as succinylcholine. It was commonly used for electroconvulsive therapy and then as a relaxing skeletal muscle in modern human medicine. The amount used would cause immediate and instant paralysis, yet the victims remain wholly conscious. He cut their eyelids so they couldn't close them, forcing them to watch as he slit their throats. Then he would disembowel them post-mortem, always removing the liver, the uterus, sex organs, or sometimes even both. In 1891, he vanished, evading Scotland Yard and the courts of the supernatural world, getting away scot-free.

The only known description of this Jack The Ripper is that he was a tall man, wearing a long coat and top hat, with eyes as yellow as a cat. Those eyewitnesses are among the many missing that were never found during The Ripper's reign of terror.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"...Notice a pattern?"

The Vampire King finished his story, crossing a leg over the other and resting his hands on his knee.

"...and now that same man nearly tricked me into destroying an entire country. Thankfully, Hriob was able to reveal his deception before anyone was hurt. But, it was all for naught. Upon returning home, I noticed several items of great importance were stolen from my castle. Particularly scientific apparatus from my wife's laboratory, a few magical artifacts from my personal study, and glassware from Igor's quarters in the keep. He was in my home, Eerie Somby, as well in Xandoria, the land of my son-in-law, and the land of Ooo, nearly at the same time. This lunatic is planning something, and I fear my family and possibly all of us may be in great peril."

"He is a man that operates solely on the love of spreading carnage and mayhem. He's the most brilliant scientific mind in the world, a super genius within the twisted imagination of an absolute madman who wants only to watch the world crumble.

His name is Hyde, EDWARD MULLIGAN HYDE.

And I wish you to find out what his foul mind is concocting before it's too late."

#𝓥: ♱ 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ♱ #dethqveen #tw; assault #tw; violence

[ijwrff]

Prisoner-Part 7

Am I evil for this? Maybe. Y'all bout to find out.

Tw; swearing

@serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr @viciouslyyearning

Word Count: 1,363

Anti most certainly didn’t want to go to this little meeting, and he made that very clear. Between groaning and openly saying “This fucking sucks” several times as you played your game. He knew once you were done with that section of the game, that you’d want to meet with Dark about whatever this agreement was. He was dreading it with every inch of his being. 

You finished up quickly, wanting to know what it was and how it would go. Maybe their agreement involved you going home? That didn’t seem right…it was mentioned as if it was something bigger than that. More important to them, and possibly to you. You HAD to know. It was urgent, and on the off chance that it meant you could go home you needed to be involved in that conversation as soon as possible. 

You looked at Anti and smiled, even though it came off as very nervous. “So…to Dark’s castle?” You tried to make it sound less like you were excited, and more of a casual question. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy your time with Anti…even if he had a few screws loose. Dark was calmer by far, so if you had to talk about this “agreement” you’d rather do it with Dark present. 

He might have some control over the situation, and keep Anti at bay if all went wrong. Might. 

Anti made an irritated noise, but reluctantly composed himself as much as he could and grabbed your hand. He led you to the front, and you couldn’t help but notice the sparks coming off his other hand. His eyes flashed with colors of green and yellow, and it intimidated not just you…but all the other demons who walked past. They took great care to stay as far as possible from the two of you. 

You had no idea what to say, and neither did he. It didn’t take long to realize Anti could be a talker, so knowing he was being quiet only made you more anxious for this conversation. He would look at you with calculating eyes, and you would look back only for the both of you to look away. This was so…awkward. Was the agreement really something to be so nervous about?

Within moments of leaving out the front entrance, your vision blurred and you arrived at Dark’s castle. It wasn’t exactly welcoming, but as Dark said it was more composed. More solid, and stable. It seemed foreboding however, and the walk to Dark’s office was silent. For the most part. You could still hear demons talking and rummaging around, but you had yet to see one of them. 

Anti didn’t bother to knock, and walked straight into the room with you in tow. He made sure not to let go of your hand, as if to show Dark that Anti was holding your hand instead of him. He squeezed tightly several times, but made sure not to squeeze too hard. Humans were far more breakable than demons, and he reminded himself of that often when around you. 

Dark looked up from his desk and frowned at Anti, before smiling softly at you. “What brings you back? Was he mistreating you?” His smile turned into a look that terrified you. You had to remind yourself it wasn’t directed at you. It didn’t phase Anti, however, and the two glared at each other with unspoken words. 

“N-No! It wasn’t that…it’s just…” Now seeing them seethe at each other made your confidence dissolve, but you had to be strong. “I wanted…to know what your agreement was.” You scanned their faces, and tried to get a hint as to what it was before it was said. 

Anti looked irritated, and Dark looked perplexed. “Oh…I see.” He gestured to the two seats in front of the desk, “Sit down. We’ll discuss it.” Dark also looked as if he was dreading the conversation, but the look went away quickly and was replaced with calmness. You couldn’t tell if that calmness was genuine, but if it wasn’t he was a damn good actor. 

You both sat down, and Dark tried to formulate the words. “It’s an agreement about you.” Those words were already terrifying, and seeing your confusion and fear he continued. “We can’t say we hold extremely strong feelings for you, but that has changed over time.” This was sounding…odd. And conflicting. 

Anti spoke up, “We’d like to try and court you. There. Happy, Dark? I used your words.” Both turned to you and had anticipating looks on their faces. Anti in particular looked more afraid, as if he was exposing a great weakness of his. “But you can pick who you chose. Our agreement…” He trailed off, and Dark finished the sentence for him once several moments had passed. 

“Was that we each take you on a series of dates. Get to know you, and you can get to know us. We will not hold…many…strong negative feelings about your choice.” He folded his hands on his desk and tried to gauge your reaction. When he saw confusion once again, he continued. “We will be patient, and respect your decision.” 

You had…no words. Was this really happening? Two demons that kidnapped you…wanted to go on dates with you. This has become an extremely difficult situation very quickly. “I…I…” Was all you could get out. You wanted to tell them how you felt, but any thoughts on negative repercussions halted your attempts. 

“It’s alright dear, take your time.” Dark said, and looked at you concerned. Was the thought really so terrifying you couldn’t speak? “We can protect you. Better than anyone else can.” He tried to reaffirm your beliefs, if they were even there. “We are kings of the void, and could provide you any kind of life you saw fit. No need to make the decision now.” 

After a good while of silence from Anti, he decided to throw his two cents in, “We get you need time. Just don’t take too long, and make the right choice. At least try it out. See who you like more.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose, being reluctant to have this conversation at all. You just looked so…conflicted. It was making him nervous. 

They both allowed you several moments, and you tried to gather your words as carefully as possible. “I…I can’t.” You closed your eyes, not knowing what was about to happen to you. Hearing them both suck in breaths, you opened your eyes to see Dark and Anti’s auras, or whatever they were called, flickering aggressively in the air around them. It felt suffocating. 

“At least give one of us a fucking chance! Just some dates! It’s no big deal!” Anti growled, but Dark’s look had him calm down slightly. “We wanna know you. Everything about you.” It sounded broken, with how his voice glitched and his emotions overflowed. 

Dark leaned forward, getting just a little bit closer to you. “Why can’t you? Be honest.” He looked into your eyes, but you tore your gaze far from him. “We could provide for you, care for you. Be yours, as much as you’d be ours. I know I could give you the lavish life of your dreams. Anti could do…something…for you.” He trailed off, trying to think of what Anti could possibly do. He saw himself much higher up than the glitch demon, but he respected him to the smallest extent. 

“Fuck off Dark! I can make sure,” He directed his eyes to you and made sure you were looking at him, “That you always have fun. No rules, no regulations, just anything you want to do you can. Travel the human world, gain authority, take you anywhere you want to go.” His eyes were flickering with electricity it seemed, and it made you look away. “So why. Can’t. You.” His voice sounded guarded, but still angry. 

“Because…” Their strong reactions were terrifying, and you wanted nothing more to go back home. Somewhere you were safe, no demons in sight. But you had to say those six words. Maybe they would understand? Leave you alone? It was wishful thinking. 

“Because I already have a boyfriend.” 

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