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Luke Alvez x Reader: Calling It

Request: “Hi! Can you do a request where the reader and Luke work at the BAU together & they have a pact where if things get too bad or scary they will back out? And one of them has to do that? You can just make up the rest :) Thank you SO MUCH! I love your writing endless amounts, I always look forward to reading your stories :)”

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Kidnapping, murder mention, blood tw

A/N: This is a repost :)

“Should we wait for backup?” you asked as you trailed apprehensively behind Spencer. His gun was holstered, but he had his hand ready and placed on top of it, just in case. The closer you got to the house, the tighter the knot in your stomach grew.

The best piece of advice you had ever received was from Rossi, unsurprisingly. The man handed counsel out like flyers on the street. He had told you to always trust your gut, and that your instincts were the one thing that came above anything else.

“When it comes down to it, we’re animals,” he had said, his hand patting your shoulder gently. “And animals know when they’re in danger. Trust your gut and listen to it, kiddo.”

Right now your gut was screaming, protesting every step you took forward.

The grounds of the Unsub’s house were ominous- kind of exactly what you’d expected when you and Reid had turned down the long, winding driveway. The road had turned to dirt, the gravel crunching underneath the SUV tires. And the thick trees that surrounded you made it impossible to see enough ahead.

“We should walk the rest of the way down.” Reid noted. He’d been doing this way longer than you had, so of course you followed his lead.

As soon as the house had come into view, you got goosebumps. The outside light illuminated a porch littered with junk. There were boxes and scrap metal piled high, and barely enough room to even squeeze through the door. A slight, cool breeze caused wind chimes to ring out hauntingly.

“Spencer, I think we should wait,” you said, remembering Rossi’s advice. But Reid continued forward cautiously. You were the newest member of the BAU, having joined just nine months ago, so you still felt a little awkward voicing your opinion. But you liked to think you had the right instincts for the job.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Luke had said before you joined. “I’m so excited to be working with you.” He crossed his arms the way he did whenever he was uncomfortable. “But I really don’t like the idea of you being in the field.”

“Luke–” you started to protest, but he had interrupted before you could continue.

“I’ve seen what’s out there– what people can do. I just–” he shook his head, like he was trying to make the image disappear from his mind. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You had sighed. Because as excited as you were to finally be joining the unit, you understood where Luke was coming from. “Now you know how I feel.” You had told him.

He didn’t seem to have a response for that.

“Okay,” you said after a moment of silence. You had swiftly taken a step closer to him, grabbing his arms and causing them to unfold. You took both his hands in yours, “How about this? How about we both have the right to call it? Okay?”

Luke’s face contorted into a puzzled look, “Call it?”

“Yeah, If things get too scary or too bad, we can call it.”

Luke had raised his eyebrow skeptically, so you continued. “So no matter what’s going on with work– or unsubs or with the BAU, if someone calls it, we have to stop and we have to put each other first, no questions asked.”

Luke had paused, even bit his lip the way he did when he was concentrating really hard. “Okay,” he said softly, nodding his head.

“Okay?” you had repeated.

“I still don’t like it,” he had assured you. “But okay.”

As you continued to walk behind Spencer, you wondered if Luke would be calling it now.

“Rossi and JJ were right behind us,” you reminded Reid. Something about this situation wasn’t right, but you couldn’t place it.

Ignoring you, Spencer drew his weapon. “He’s inside.”

You followed his lead, pulling your gun from its holster and holding it firmly in front of you. You attempted to steady your breathing, knowing you’d need to conserve as much oxygen as possible if you wanted to keep yourself level headed. As you and Reid inched closer and closer to the house, you stopped in your tracks when the Unsub’s porch light suddenly snapped off, leaving the two of you in complete darkness.

“Reid?” you whispered, trying to mask the fear evident in your voice.

“He knows we’re here,” Spencer responded. His voice was so steady and sure. “Hang to the left,” he told you.

“Reid, shouldn’t we wait?” You really didn’t like how this one was playing out.

“Not unless we want him to get away.”

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, Reid’s features came into focus. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. The determination in his voice was evident, so you nodded your head, an affirmation that you trusted him. Despite everything inside of you telling you to wait for the rest of your team, you hung left, separating from your partner and turning the corner to the other side of the house.

Your breathing was shallow as you made your way across the lawn. The ground crunched beneath each step you took and your pulse pumped thunderously in the side of your head.

The Unsub’s name was Carl Hammond. White, male, age 45. Just like the profile had suspected. For the past month, he’d been reigning terror on the suburbs of Baltimore. Four women had gone missing, one a week. Each to be found days after their disappearance, discarded in unmarked, shallow graves off the highway.

By his second kill, he began posting videos of his gruesome murders on the internet. Every horrifying detail was put on display for the world to see. It was horrible and callous, but it was also how Garcia was able to eventually identify him.

The cool night air did little to relax you, by the time you rounded the corner to the back of the house, your breathing was almost deafening. Or at least that’s what you thought… Until a scream from the other side of the house caused it to stop altogether. Reid’s scream. Followed by a loud gunshot.

You spun in the direction you thought the noise was coming from, dropping your weapon so that you could begin to run. But before you could start rushing after your teammate, a large silhouette stepped in front of your path. You were barely able to process what you’d seen, let alone duck from the shovel that swung straight for your head.

…

“What have you got, Garcia?” Emily answered the line. She rode in the passenger seat, clutching the handle bar as Luke drove the SUV.

“I lost their signal–” Garcia’s voice was high, shaking with panic. “Reid and Y/N– I lost them.”

“What do you mean you lost them?” Luke piped in, the sound of your name peaking his attention.

“I had it– I had them at Hammond’s house, but it cut out about a minute ago. It’s just gone, I can’t see where they are.”

Emily turned to look at Luke, whose grip on the steering wheel suddenly tightened. His jaw clenched. “Okay, we’re on our way to Hammond’s house.”

“JJ and Rossi are closer,” Garcia said shakily. “I’ll call them.”

“Okay, thanks Garcia.”

When Emily hung up the phone, the SUV was encased in complete silence. Luke pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal and began accelerating quickly down the road.

“I’m sure she’s okay. They’re both okay,” Emily said, staring straight out the windshield. Her voice was flat, like she didn’t even believe it herself.

…

The SUV squealed to a stop at the end of the Unsub’s driveway. Luke noticed you and Reid’s discarded vehicle and continued down the drive, only stopping when he was outside of the Unsub’s house. JJ and Rossi’s vehicle was already parked further up the driveway. Luke wasted no time before he launched himself out of the car and into the cool air.

“What’s going on?” Emily jogged to catch up to Luke. Rossi was slowly walking up the driveway towards them.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. He flashed Emily a look before speaking. “We think he took her.”

The words hung in the air. They were dense and thick and Luke couldn’t stop hearing them. He blinked harshly, staring ahead at Rossi, his mouth slightly open. He waited for him to say more, waited for him to backtrack and tell Luke it wasn’t not what he thought.

“Reid was attacked by the Unsub’s dogs– had to shoot them. We think it was a distraction for Hammond to take Y/N. Her handgun was found, discarded over there–” Rossi pointed to the south side of the house.

“We have to find her, why’re we all standing her– Emily, we have to find her–”

Thoughts of the Unsub he’d only seen through the online videos raced through Luke’s mind. He thought of the girls in those videos, restrained to a chair, beaten, cut, tortured, killed.

“I’m gonna find her–” Luke blurted, pushing past Rossi in the driveway.

“Luke,” Rossi grabbed his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. “We’re gonna catch him. We’re gonna find her.”

“We need to be level headed,” Emily instructed calmly.

“He’s gonna kill her–” Luke breathed. He imagined you in the same chair those other girls were in.

Emily shook her head. “We are not going to let that happen.”

…

Luke promised Emily he’d remain level headed. He promised he’d be diligent and careful and in control. He wasn’t sure if he could keep any of those promises, but it was vital that he remain on the case, so he said it all anyway.

Luke thought he’d be angry when he saw Reid. He thought he’d blame him for what happened to you, thought he’d want to ring his neck for not protecting you. But instead, all he felt when he saw Reid sitting on the back of the ambulance, an EMT wrapping up his lower calf, was relief that his friend was okay. Spencer’s head was hung low, his long, dirty hair dangled in his face. Luke bit his lip before walking over.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Luke said. And he meant it.

Spencer snapped his head up, making eye contact with Luke.

“Luke– I–”

“Did you get a look at them? Where they went?”

Spencer shook his head. “No, I was searching the barn when… “ his voice trailed off. “When the dogs came.”

Luke looked down at Reid’s bloody calf, the aftermath of a nasty bite.

“After I shot them– I heard her scream.”

Luke let his eyes squeeze shut at the thought of you screaming, scared, alone. Probably wondering where the hell he was to help you.

“Luke, I am so sorry,” Reid said softly. “She wanted to wait for backup but I wouldn’t– this is all my fault.”

Luke held his hand up, a plea for Reid to stop speaking. He shook his head, wanting Reid to know he didn’t blame him, but the truth was, Luke didn’t want to know. He didn’t think he could handle knowing. He just wanted to find you.

…

Ripping apart Carl Hammond’s entire house took the entirety of the night. Local officers and the team coordinated to dig through boxes of miscellaneous belongings, photographs, and journals. The man was definitely a hoarder.

Reid, the fastest reader on the team, took the liberty of tackling the journals. He scoured through the pages, hoping to find any sort of hint or indication into where you might be. Matt and Tara arrived on the scene shortly after. They joined in on the search, offering to help however they could.

Garcia even made the trip down from Quantico to start digging through the Unsub’s computer files. She worked away, the sound of her fingers clicking keys could be heard throughout the house.

“Oh,” she said suddenly. “Oh no, oh no.” Her voice sounded shocked, drawing the attention of everyone else in the small house.

Luke, Emily, Rossi, Matt, and Tara filed into the small room where Garcia had set up. She stared straight ahead, her eyes not leaving the computer monitor, even after Emily asked her what was wrong. It took a moment for Luke to realize why.

But when he did, all the color drained from his face, leaving him motionless and cold. He wanted to speak, to yell, to scream, but instead he froze, his eyes unable to move from the video playing out before him. It was you– in the same chair the Unsub had tied so many women to before. Your head was hung, your chin practically pressed to your chest, and your hair was blocking the view from your face.

“It just popped up,” Garcia explained. “I think it’s a live stream.”

Reid and JJ entered the room with the rest of the team, JJ let out a loud gasp when she saw what everyone else was looking at.

“Is that–”

She was cut off when the camera shuffled, the frame shaking. Then, Carl came into the frame. He leaned forward, adjusting the camera so that it was still and balanced, before taking a step back, a wicked smile plastered on his face.

He backed up until he was next to you before gripping the back of your hair with his hand, hoisting your head up so that your face was visible on the screen.

An array of gasps echoed through the room when your bruised and battered face was shown. Luke still hadn’t moved.

There was a cut above your eye bleeding heavily and causing you to squint as you groggily looked up into the camera.

Then, in the most disgusting voice Luke had ever heard, the Unsub sneered, “Say hello to your friends.”

…

When your head was whipped sharply upwards, the first thing you saw was a blinking red light. As everything came slightly back into focus, you realized there was a tripod with a camera pointed right at you.

“Say hello to your friends,” a voice said from behind you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he leaned in closer. He inhaled deeply, smelling you, before letting go of your hair.

The room around you was dark and dingy. The only light in the room came from a spotlight shining directly onto you. It was harsh and bright and caused you to squint. Your vision was already blurred– something warm and wet dripped into your left eye. You could only assume it was blood. As your eyes adjusted to the blinding light, you started to slowly lift your head, your gaze wandering to the camera.

Say hello to your friends, he had said.

Did that mean your team was watching?

Did that mean Luke was watching?

Your stomach turned at the thought of him seeing you like this.

“I’m okay,” you said, coughing lightly. Just in case he was watching, you thought those words might ease his mind. But your voice was choppy, and wasn’t very convincing.

Carl stepped back towards you, his finger tracing the line along your jaw. He chuckled softly before speaking. “For now.”

…

Luke’s eyes went wild when the screen switched off. He hated seeing you restrained and hurt, he felt helpless and had no way to stop any of it. But he hated not having you in his sight even more.

“What happened?” he asked frantically, eyes darting back and forth between the blank monitor and Garcia.

“I don’t know–” she rushed to start pressing keys. “It’s gone, oh no, it’s gone.”

“Can you track it?” Emily asked Garcia desperately. “Pinpoint the location?”

“It’s not that easy,” Garcia was frazzled, the tears never drying from her cheeks. Unlike Luke, she had previously been doing everything in her power not to look at the screen in front of her. Instead, she focused on her laptop, hammering away at the keys as she delved into codes Luke didn’t understand. She hated seeing her team– her family hurt.

“Can’t you get it back up?” Luke asked, unable to control the emotions flooding through him.

“I’m trying,” Garcia responded. A stunted noise rang through the computer as she clicked a link. She sighed, turning to face Luke sadly. “He cut the feed.”

Luke exhaled sharply, falling into the seat beside Garcia. He took a breath, trying to bury the anger he felt. He didn’t want to take his frustration out on Garcia, whom he knew was doing everything she could. He rubbed his tired eyes and nodded, speaking in a much calmer voice. “Will you let me know if it comes back up?”

Garcia nodded slowly before watching him stand up and walk towards the living room of Carl Hammond’s house.

“Let’s get some air,” Rossi suggested, placing a kind hand on Luke’s shoulder.

But Luke shook his head. “I need to find her.”

Luke grabbed a stack of the Unsub’s journals that Reid was continuing to read through at ridiculous rates. Luke flipped open to the first page and began scanning. He wasn’t really retaining anything, his mind was too hyper focused on you. But he was desperate, he had to do something.

“Does anyone have anything?” JJ asked, after a while, breaking the silence. She threw a stack of papers down on the table in frustration. “I mean, he could’ve taken her anywhere.”

Hours had gone by. Hours of searching. Hours of reading and scouring. Hours of you being alone with that psychopath.

“Guys!” Garcia called. “Video’s back!”

Luke was the first to rush towards the computer room. He dropped the journal he was reading and hurried to the back of the house. Even with Garcia’s warning, Luke wasn’t prepared to see your battered body back on the screen. This time, you looked more awake, more alert as you fought against the restraints he’d tied you in. You thrashed against the chair, your eyes fixated on a figure not visible yet on the screen.

“Your team is watching,” Carl said slowly. He took a few steps until he was in the frame, his back to them. “Anything you want to tell them?”

Luke’s gut wrenched as he watched your wild eyes wander directly to the camera. You nodded your head. “I’m okay,” you repeated the same words from earlier.

Carl shook his head. “Don’t lie to them.” With that, he lunged forward, his fist colliding with your temple. You let out a guttural noise, as your head whips to the side, like you’re trying to stifle a grunt. Luke’s eyes widened in horror, he didn't realize how tight he was clenching his jaw.

“What about now?” Carl asked calmly.

“I’m okay,” you repeated, you’re nodding to assure the team of something they already knew wasn’t true.

Carl chuckled, a smile briefly breaking out on his face. He threw another punch.

Luke wished he could look away.

“Now?”

“I’m– okay.”

You were struck again.

Luke tried breathing through his nose, but even when he did, none of the oxygen seemed to be reaching his lungs. They were on fire.

“What is she doing?” Garcia was horrified, her glossy eyes looking anywhere but the screen.

Luke still couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen.

Emily spoke, the calmest of any of you. “She’s staying alive.”

…

You knew that the second that you gave Carl Hammond what he wanted, you were dead. What he wanted was for you to plead, to beg, to tell the camera how scared and hurt you were. The BAU had profiled that he thrived off of his victims’ fear, that he got off on watching them succumb to the terror he inflicted. And you were terrified. But you knew you couldn’t show him that. Because once you broke, once you showed him your fear, he would discard you, just like he did with all those other women.

But you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep doing this. Your side was on fire. You wondered if he’d broken one of your ribs. The Unsub had a knack for being able to strike the same exact place on your body with extreme accuracy every time.

You closed your eyes, the only solace you could find in this nightmare. Luke was the first thought that came into your mind. He elicited peace, he made you feel calmer. You imagined his voice, telling you everything was going to be alright. That’s what he’d be telling you, if he was here. And hell, you might have even believed him.

…

“Guys, I think I got something,” Reid’s voice piped up for the first time in hours. He was holding one of Carl’s journals, opened to a page dated November 15, 1976.

Reid summarized the passage. “He tells of an old hideaway that he and his brother used to go to when their father was hurting their mother. Describes it as a ‘lightless sanctuary’.”

“A lightless sanctuary?” Tara pondered out loud. “Maybe a shed? Or a cabin?”

“But lightless, that’s specific,” Matt added.

“Guys, what if he’s keeping her underground?” Reid delved. “Think about it– the only light in the videos comes from an artificial one. He’d have all the privacy he needs.”

“Plus, all the victims have been found in shallow graves, we thought it symbolized remorse, but watching these videos, I don’t think Hammond is capable of remorse. It could symbolize where he used to hide as a child. And where he kills now.”

“Okay, so like an underground bunker? But where is it?” JJ asked.

“If he and his brother ran there from this home as kids, it can’t be far. Now that we know what we’re looking for, let’s go,” Emily said, strapping her gun to her side.

The team stood up and all headed towards the door. “Be careful,” Garcia said shakily. “Bring back our girl.”

…

It seemed like the entire police force, along with the BAU was scouring the woods and grounds surrounding Hammond’s home. After mapping out a five mile radius, everyone was divided into teams to search.

“If you find anything– call me,” Emily instructed, before breaking off to search.

Luke’s eyes never left the ground as he trudged through an open field. His gun was drawn and everything inside of him is focused on one thing: finding you.

“She’s going to be okay,” Rossi said slowly, his eyes warily landing on Luke as they continued forward. “And we’re going to get this son of a bitch.”

Luke looked over and meets Rossi’s gaze. He nodded slowly.

“Here,” Matt called from a short distance away.

Rossi and Luke quickly turned on their feet, heading in his direction.

Matt was standing with his gun pointed towards the ground. From a distance, nothing looked out of the ordinary. But as Luke got closer, he noticed a suspicious abundance of dirt neatly gathered in a pile on the ground.

Matt looked at Luke and Rossi, affirming that they had his back, before dusting the dirt away. Underneath them was a small, wooden latch.

Luke could feel his own heart pounding in his chest.

“We got something,” Matt called into his radio, alerting the rest of the unit.

“We can’t wait,” Luke said frantically, shaking his head. “We gotta get down there– she’s alone with him.”

Matt and Rossi exchanged looks. They were nervous, but ultimately nodded in agreement.

Matt hoisted open the door with Luke aiming his gun down, towards the opening. He was met by a pitch black hole, no bottom in sight. Luke barely hesitated before launching himself into the abyss.

“Luke–” Matt hissed, but he was too late. All Matt and Rossi could do was follow after him, as quickly as they could.

Luke landed on the ground with a thud. He was blinking harshly, desperate for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. When Matt landed behind him, he quickly pulled out a flashlight, illuminating a path for them to follow.

Luke stalked forward, looking for any sign of you. The hole was more like a tunnel, with twists and turns. There were rooms to the side and Luke, Matt, and Rossi each took a turn clearing them. As soon as they rounded a sharp corner, Luke could see light peeking through the bottom of one of the closed doors. He rushed towards it, Matt and Rossi right on his tail.

When Luke flung open the door, his eyes immediately landed on you. At first, a blanket of complete and utter relief washed over him to see you. You were bleeding and battered and bruised, but you were alive. Alive and looking right at him with your wide, doe eyes. But once the fuzziness from the relief vanishes, Luke realized that Carl was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d he go?” Luke barked, the relief he felt quickly replaced by pure hatred and need for revenge. The anger pulsated through his veins, it burned his skin. He needed to find Carl, needed to make him pay for what he did–

You, on the other hand, felt an array of things. Your chest was heaving as you struggled to breathe. All the fear you’d been stifling was now surfacing as panic. You desperately needed to get out of these restraints. You expected to feel relieved as soon as you looked into Luke’s eyes, but when you finally met his gaze, all you saw was the pure, unfiltered rage filling him up.

“He ran,” you gasped. You nodded your head towards a door in the back of the tunneled room. “Through there–”

You watched helplessly as Luke started for the door– further away from you. The panic started to flood through your chest again. He was going to leave you– to go after the Unsub. Luke was going to chase after him and leave you. You squirmed against your restraints frantically.

“No, no, no– Luke!” you pleaded. “Luke, please!”

He froze, torn between comforting you and chasing Hammond. “He can’t get away!” He yelled, malice in his voice.

You shook your head, blood dripping into your eyes and clouding your vision. You didn’t care if he got away. You didn’t care about anything except Luke coming to get you.

“Don’t leave, Luke!” You sobbed, your body heaving.

But he took a step forward, further from you. “Please, no! I’m calling it!” You cried out the thought you’d been thinking since Hammond grabbed you. “I’m calling it. I’m calling it, please!”

In an instant, Luke’s features softened. His eyes locked with yours and slowly, he nodded.

Luke looked towards Matt and Rossi. “Get him,” he pleaded.

The two men nodded, before darting out of the room and after the Unsub.

As soon as they left, Luke hurried towards you.

“I’m calling it,” you repeated, your head shaking frantically. You still weren’t entirely convinced that Luke wasn’t going to leave you here to chase after Carl. “Please– please. Don’t leave.”

Luke nodded, “Okay.” He took out his knife. “I’m not leaving, I’m right here,” he soothed. Luke attempted to rip through the ties that were holding you down. Just as he did, Emily, JJ, and Reid turned the corner into the room you’d been stuck in. As soon as they saw Luke freeing you, they lowered their weapons and rushed forward.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked, her eyes wide with worry.

You nodded, but it was just a motion. You were anything but okay.

“Ambulance is on its way,” Emily stated calmly. She turned to Luke. “Where’s Hammond?”

Luke paused to look towards Emily. “Matt and Rossi went after him,” he nodded his head in the direction they had run. “That way.”

Emily nodded before directing JJ and Reid to follow suit.

The second that Luke cut the ties off your wrist, you launched yourself into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck securely and you buried your face into the nape of his neck. Once you were there, you let out the earth shattering sob that had been settled in your chest. Your entire body started shaking violently.

“I’m here,” Luke soothed. He dropped his knife to the ground and reciprocated your hug. His strong arms wound around your waist, pulling you tightly to his chest. “I got you.”

You’re not sure how long you stayed like that. Long enough for the rest of the team and officers to arrive on sight and help with searching the premise.

Luke wanted to pull away– to assess just how much damage Hammond did to you, but he couldn’t bear to let you go. Not when you had finally stopped shaking so much.

“EMT’s are here,” Emily patted your shoulder gently. You pulled away from Luke, but only enough to look at her.

“I want to go home,” you muttered, when you had finally calmed down enough to speak.

Even though it was quiet and muffled, Luke still heard you. He nodded, loosening his grip on you so that you could finally back up. Luke had to stifle the gasp he wanted to let out when he saw you up close with all your injuries. The cut above your eye was deep, and the bruises littering your jaw made the anger he’d released start coming back, but he swallowed it for your sake.

“They’re outside, let’s get you out of here,” Emily said, offering a small smile.

Luke kept his hand positioned on your hip the entire time you climbed the ladder that had been lowered into the tunnel. Just knowing he was right there was enough to make you feel secure, as you shakily climbed out of the hole.

The scene that unfolded in the field was chaos. Several police cars were parked on the grass, their lights flashing. An ambulance was parked a short distance away.

“They got him,” JJ declared as she jogs towards you and Luke. “Matt and Rossi got Hammond.”

She was looking at you when she delivered the news, but Luke’s the one who exhaled a sigh of relief.

You curled into his side, your arm looping around his back. Luke wound his arm around you, tucking you into his side protectively.

“Can we please get out of here?” you whispered.

Luke nodded. He bared the majority of your weight as he helped you hobble towards the ambulance. His arm remained securely wrapped around you the entire way. He wasn’t sure if he'd ever let go.

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tht0nesimp · 6 months

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Yandere Illumi x reader- Halloween?

tw: kidnapping, slight misogyny, this is kind of fluffy, ooc, illumi is a warning right off the bat

”Dear?” You blink, almost unsure of what your seeing. The fever dream feeling is swatted away when illumi placed a gentle tap on your shoulder

“Is something wrong? Feeling unwell?” He puts down the incredibly detailed carved pumpkin on the ground “I was told many people do these things” he was, unsurprisingly, not dressed up as anything

The fake decorations and (seemingly) fake blood on the ground was certainly familiar but yet it felt like you were in a completely different world

“As much as I frown upon indulging in childish traditions, I thought you may appreciate just a bit of the strange holiday” you try not to focus on the underlying insult and implication. “T-Thank you” it was a lesson that you learned early on, just thank him and smile, maybe you can survive your lifestyle ever since you were taken if you could just remember to thank him and smile

“Would you like to watch a horror movie, I asked milluki which he recommended” that wasn’t a good sign that milluki was involved in this process but it was slightly redeemed when you didn’t see any suggestive looking films in the pile on the end table, you smiled at the comfortable couch

you slowly sat next to him, wrapping a rather fluffy blanket aroun yourself as the beginning to tethered begins to appear on the high-quality TV in front of you

Solomon progresses and you think about it, maybe, just maybe, you could pretend things were normal;that you were in a normal relationship who decided not to hand out candy to trick or treaters this year

so you lay your head on illumi lap, hesitantly, feeling his stiff body beneath your head. “Hm” The movie is over before you can even begin to calm down from being able to lay like this

he silently turns on nightmare before Christmas “Might we go to bed after this one?” It sounds slightly like a question, but you know it’s really an order given by your unforgiving husband

The movie plays, and illumi begins quietly pointing out inaccuracies every once in a while. Causing a few giggles to slip past your lips at both the movie and his overly-surgical approach to the silly animations

When the screen turns back, your barely awake, so before you can even attempt to get up;he carries you bridle style to your silky bed covered in neatly folded bed blankts

He places the pumpkin in the room with a tea light in it, you peek an eye open to see the design once more while looking rather straight ahead

then you close your eye, and grab illumis arm to cling to it. You might hate him tomorrow, but it was fun playing pretend until your next annual indulgence

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Meet Cute.

Pairing Yandere!Illumi x Reader (HxH).

Word Count: 1.5k.

TW: Violence, Mentions of Blood, and Implied Kidnapping.

The first thing you noticed about Illumi was, unsurprisingly, his hair.

Black as ink, waist-length, allowed to fall in front of his face in a way that just managed to draw more attention to his dull, glassy eyes. It caught the club’s technicolor lights in a way you couldn’t really describe – distorting everything, turning it muted and silvery and dark. That was what you tried to focus on as you approached him, shouldering past people dancing and carrying drinks back to friends already too inebriated to stand. You would’ve liked somewhere more open, less crowded, but you didn’t pick the spot, and there’d be time for that later on, another day, another night.

Right now, you just wanted to talk to the strange man nursing a neon-dyed cocktail and staring blankly at the far wall.

“Hey,” You started as you reached the bar, letting your coat fall off of your shoulders, down to the bends of your elbows. The bartender glanced towards you, but you waved her off, turning to face Illumi, instead. “All by yourself?”

He didn’t say anything, not immediately. At first, you thought he hadn’t heard you, that the music was too loud or you were too quiet or he just didn’t care to entertain your attempts at conversation. But, in a few seconds, he let his head lull to the side and clicked his tongue, taking another generous sip from his drink before answering. “I wasn’t,” He said, nodding towards the other side of the club, towards a man with pink hair and his hands on a woman’s hips. You flinched, about to panic, but if there was any jealousy in his tone, any anger, you couldn’t find it. Just the slightest trace of annoyance, as if someone had stepped on his foot or cut him in line. “But I think I may be, now.”

You let out a breathy laugh, and finally, his attention shifted, centering itself vaguely on you. “Don’t worry, I got ditched too. You know what it’s like with that kind of friend – here one second and gone the next. Never with any warning, obviously, ‘cause that’d make it too easy on the rest of us.” You paused, crossing your arms over the countertop. “At least we can be alone together, though.”

Another moment of silence, just a beat longer than the last. He seemed to evaluate you, gaze flickering from your shoes to your chest to your face – all without ever making any effort to hide his inspection. When he was done, his expression seemed to change, to relax, if only enough for his scowl to soften into what was still definitely a frown, but one portrayed something more apathetic than irritated. “I was about to leave,” A glance toward the pink-haired man, just to make sure he was still busy, then back to you. “Will you come with me, if I do?”

It took you a moment to process the question.

Oh.

That was easier than you'd expected it to be.

You nodded, a little too quickly, then remembered how to speak, stumbling over your words as you rushed to reply. “No, yeah, I’m good—I mean, I will, I—” You grabbed his hand, already tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s go.”

There was a breath of a chuckle, a brush of his bicep against yours as he stepped in front of you to take the lead. You started to let go of him, but he only took you by the wrist, in return, giving you a strange look over his shoulder. You didn’t try to distance yourself from him again.

The club was crowded, but the street outside was nearly empty, occupied solely by a handful of pedestrians and a few couples sitting on the curb, waiting for a ride or trying to sober up before their walk. If Illumi was drunk, if he was even buzzed, you couldn’t tell. He didn’t stumble, or lean on you, or seem flustered at all beyond a light flush dusted across his cheeks, just barely visible in the dim streetlights. You’d arrived after him, had half as much to drink, but you still managed to trip over your own feet, to give yourself an excuse to lean into his side and hold onto his arm as you muttered apologies. Again, if he was affected, if he cared, you couldn’t tell. It certainly didn’t show in his voice, when he next spoke. “My hotel isn’t far. You’ll make it.”

“Ah, a hotel?” Your grin widened, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

There really was no one on the street. You’d gotten lucky with the timing – too late to catch anyone coming home from work or heading out for their night shift, but too early for you to have to worry about people draining out of closing bars. You might've thanked him, if that'd been an option. “I’m not. My colleague and I are just in town for work.”

“Oh? What do you do?”

“I take people out.”

Your smile faltered, but barely. “Like... an escort?”

“Not exactly…” He trailed off, a smile ghosting over his lips for the first time that night. “Like an assassin.”

You didn’t say anything, for a second.

Then, you laughed harshly, loudly, until your chest hurt and you were holding onto him for support. “You’re really funny, Illumi,” You said, hooking your arm around his and dragging him off course, into a narrow alleyway – barely wide enough to let two people stand side-by-side. “C’mon, I know a shortcut. You’ll thank me in a few minutes.”

The reassurance was unnecessary. He didn’t argue, even as you led him down the side-alley, even as the streetlights faded into total darkness, even as you came to a wire fence taller than you could possibly hope to climb with any kind of dignity. When you pulled away, letting him go completely, he smiled – a full-blown smile – with that kind of ‘I trust you, but what’s going on?’ lilt. You only shrugged, clasping your hands behind your back, underneath your coat.

Before he could run, before he could react, you found the hilt of the knife tucked into your waistline, pressed into the base of your spine. One motion. Draw the blade, get it in both hands, then plunge it into his neck. Just one motion. It’d take less than a second. One motion, then it’d be done.

He caught your wrist as soon as you raised the knife, and in the blink of an eye, you were thrown forward, into the fence, his other hand wrapping around your throat to keep you in place. “I was starting to wonder when we were going to get around to this.” He was grinning wildly, now, his eyes wide and his lips pulled thin. It looked painful. It looked wrong. “Is someone paying you, or is this just a hobby of yours?”

You bared your teeth, in response, snarled, but he only tightened his hold on your wrist and you cried out, automatically dropping your weapon. You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could start to curse him out. “Please, don’t make this difficult. I don’t want to have to kill you so early on.”

You hesitated, but his nails dug into the sides of your neck and his palm pressed into your windpipe and you relented before he could change his mind. There were very few places you would want to be gutted by a total stranger, and a dirty alleyway wasn't on your list. “Paid,” You managed to spit out, and instantly, his grip loosened. His smile didn’t ease up, but you tried to look away. “I don’t know his name, and he paid me in cash. He just said—He said that your family fucked him over, and—”

There were footsteps, coming from the main street. You held your breath, for a moment, considered screaming, but a man’s silhouette came into view before you could, then over-styled pink hair, and…

And blood. Coating his hands, smeared across his street, spotted over his clothes. Immediately, you felt bile begin to rise in your throat.

He hadn’t been joking.

They were murderers. Fucking murderers.

Fuck.

If Illumi was alarmed, he didn’t show it. You were beginning to think he was just like that – as stoic as he was inhumanly strong. “Hisoka, is the target—”

“Taken care of, sweetheart.” He— Hisoka answered, coming to a stop at Illumi’s side. “Did kitten finally use its claws, or did someone lose his patience first?”

His hand drifted upward, forcing you to tilt your head back, then the side, inspecting you again, letting his eyes pry into you unabashedly. “Someone wants me dead.” A blunt explanation, but Hisoka seemed to understand, nodding with a slight hum. “We’ll have to be careful if we ever come back. They may actually contact a professional, next time.”

“And?” Hisoka eyed you, warily. “What do you want to do with our little stray, here?”

Finally, finally, Illumi released you, but you didn’t have time to run. His fist was already wrapping around your collar, dragging you into his chest. In the back of your mind, you realized that he hadn’t stopped grinning, not since you’d gotten him into the alleyway, not since you attacked him.

It was all you could do to hope that he'd stop, soon, and never force you to see something so monstrous again.

“I suppose every stray deserves a good home, don't they?”

#yandere #yandere love #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere scenarios #yandere oneshot #hunter x hunter #yandere hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter imagines #yandere hxh #hxh imagines #yandere illumi #yandere illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #yanderecore #yancore

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damianbugs · 7 months

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Tw: Antisemitism

court of owls was such an interesting concept cause like, i very much like the fact that owls are bats predators but, the story itself reads like some antisemitic conspiracy theory, it's so bad, the whole secret society thing and the fact that they kidnap children to turn them into talons, like yikes.

and having the court of owls be responsible for major crimes in gotham (death of dick's parents and the death of the wayne parents) feels like such a copout.

like: no the corruption of gotham isn't due to its capitalist nature and its exploitation of the middle and lower classes which in turn makes them sometimes turn to a life of crime, no it's actually because bird people want gotham to flop for....reasons not given?

it's such a stupid antisemitic concept and the fact that it's in gotham knights is just so :/

i have always hated the court of owls, even before i became aware of its antisemitic and problematic implications. back then it always felt like a lazy and cheat device to end the story and it often times felt lacklustre (for the reasons you have explained), especially with how it changes very important deaths in gotham.

bruce's parents being killed by a completely normal guy and found themselves victims to an unfortunate and completely avoidable situation, makes batman's entire code and premise SO interesting. he works to prevent and to protect people from what can be (to him) fixed in gotham.

dick's parents being killed by tony zucco, who worked for maroni, develops gothams history in a way that is SO MUCH BETTER than anything the court of owls did. how gotham is routed in old money and organised crime (or it was, less so much now), that works as a long chain that gets innocent people caught in the crossfire. it's why i particularly dislike the very popular au of talon!dick, or any court of owls!batfam aus.

so even before we get to talk about how the entire concept is offensive and wrong, its already a terrible idea. it was so disappointing to see it be the main storyline in Gotham Knights, but the actual plot of that game leaves a lot to be desired as it is. talia and the owls was my biggest complaint about it. i really need people to forget about it and stop using it in all their projects!!!

in theory i suppose a secret cult in gotham COULD work, and it has before. there are many well done stories about it, but to me, the court of owls is not one of those stories. it has no direction or motive beside the very basic one of ultimate control. boring! as you said, i would appreciate a story focused on class inequalities and corruption in a way that leaves space for actual resolution or at least nuanced storytelling.

its a bit on the nose but 'batman: the cult' and 'batman: legends of the dark knight: conspiracy (#86-88)' are much better alternative read, or the slightly less on the nose but kind of still on topic 'batman & dracula' trilogy. be warned they, unsurprisingly, tackle some very heavy and mature themes!

#bruce wayne #dc meta #saki anons #saki comic talks #tw cult #tw antisemitism

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cat-commander-23 · 9 months

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Hier

Konig x reader

Summary: You both were taken during a mission but held in separate rooms. Konig heard everything. This is the after.

TW: mentions of kidnapping and torture (nothing graphic), trauma~, flashbacks

A/N: this is so short and idk what my plan is with this. Just had to get it out of my brain. If anyone is interested in me doing more with this, let me know I guess

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They always say ‘oh it was supposed to be a simple mission’ but this one was not. Everyone knew going in that shit could, and would most likely, hit the fan. The intel lead you and the team to a fortress of sorts, weapons and drugs filling the place. You knew it was going to be heavily armed and it was a mission where the fed you a great meal before shipping out, whatever you wanted, in case you didn’t make it back.

And you almost didn’t.

It all happened in a blur, your comms jammed in the firefight that unsurprisingly broke out. You never heard the footsteps behind you but you felt the pain before darkness. When you blinked your eyes open to a dark and empty room, all you could mumble was, “shit.”

Your memories come and go from that point, you brain deciding it was better to shut down. As you sit in the exfil chopper, wrapped in a blanket and staring at the floor, you try and remember anything of use. Across the floor, your Colonel sits with his eyes locked on you, tears of disbelief lining his eyes.

He was sure they had finally killed you every time your cries stopped. But then his stomach would turn in both relief and fear when they started up again. You are alive, but at what cost.

#call of duty #cod #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #cod fic

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goldenguillotines · 3 months

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💔 | K. + R. + O. - Capture

Word count - 1.6k

Characters - Koukoi, Clementine (Beloved meow meow), Oskeus, Raiden, Luxsol (Mentioned / Ambivalence-and-torpor), Prexes (Mentioned/Cadavertrolls) and Cormai (Mentioned)

TWS: Violence, Kidnapping and overall just a bad no fun time.

Summary: Happy Not Quads day! ... A date that never happened..

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"A date.."

Koukois heart hammered in his chest.. he felt like a wiggler. Standing in front of his mirror, he fiddles with the vest he had put on, unsure if this would be appropriate for his red and going out. Usually, he didn't mind... He had been on a date with Luxsol before. This isn't new, he knew that.. but perhaps the fact it being quads day was enough to make the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

A sigh escaped his lips- the tension refusing to leave him. This is fine, he would be fine. Of course he would be fine!

"Meeeeooooowwww!"

Koukoi's eyes widened at the sound of his cat, Calico laying lazily at the edge of his bed. Stretched to show his belly, paw outstretched..

"Oh my, my apologies. Have I neglected my little boy? You know I'll always make time for you.."

A soft smile graced his lips, reaching down to give Clementine pets.. under his chin.. back and most importantly. His belly! A purr gently leaving the Feline. Some of the tension leaves his frame. How can he be worried when his companion was being so sweet..

"Sorry~ It seems that I'm rather anxious today.. Papa is going to see his boyfriend, you know who. Right? Luxsol."

He leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead, receiving another meow. A giggle leaving the anon's mouth.

"I'll have to get going, can you forgive me?"

Koukoi's eyes briefly cross the drawer on his nightstand. His thoughts were loud.. too loud in fact. Usually, meeting with his partner, this would never happen.. He had a worry.

That worry in his mind was too loud., should he bring his gun with him? Why should he? Would he need it? What if he needed it... The worry stemmed from the fact he had felt watched these past week. Even before going out with his Pale, he had felt.. Scared. The feeling of eyes following him, hate. There was nothing but hate being drilled into his skull. He was used to rather nasty looks, people who didn't understand.. and people who didn't approve. But this.. was new.

It made him shiver, even thinking about it now.. did not make him happy.

The anon sighed, shaking his head. It was his nerves. It had to be. He stood up, leaving his kitty to his kitty antics. He always wondered what Clementine did all day, he was sure he slept or hunted the toys around. Maybe sunbathe..

"Ah~ I'm being rather silly. Papa has to get going, you can stay on my bed if you'd like."

He exits the room.. and unsurprisingly. A chitter follows behind him as Clementine chases after him.

"Or not. Ehhe, seeing me off? How kind."

He feels more relief as he makes his way to his living room, picking up the gift in his hands.. He sighs, a gentle flush on his cheeks as he thinks about his red. Ah.. He's so nervous today.

"I wonder if he'll like this.."

He presses his glasses up his face, he feels like he should have gotten him more. He always deserved more, he wanted to make him things.. but without skill and time.. Ah. He's being rather silly again, isn't he? Maybe he can get him something extra when he's out? Yes! Flowers, maybe flowers? Mm.. Maybe not? He could maybe spot a candle or some sweets? He could always get him a silly little desk trinket, something goofy? He loves the thought of him smiling at it.. or maybe a picture of them together framed? Too many possibilities..

"I'm overthinking it.."

Well.. he should pick up his things.. Grab his phone and wallet.. A-

THUD.

An incredibly loud thud was heard, the anon froze, eyes looking to his door.. and then another. The sound of wood splintering, bending, creaking under the force.. Followed by a wall shaking slam, his door smashing into the drywall. The color on his face draining, was this a trick? No..

Two trolls stepped through the door, covered head to toe in tactical gear.. but one had stood out to him. Horns too familiar and a white tail sticking out. Wagging slowly, that familiar burning hate burning into his skull. So.. that's what he was feeling. Time felt slow. Too slow.. He should be dead, he saw him dead.. Perhaps he was just simply delusional. Mistaking his dead friend for someone else.. His grip on the present was tight.

"Raiden..."

"XwÓ... Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Kous eyes dart to the other troll.. No horns. That helmet was rather advanced. Fleet technology. There was no denying it. No civilian could have such a piece without ample money to spend.. and considering the attire. It was something that could be looked into.

"What are you talking about?"

"XwÓ Surrender yourself or be taken by force."

He swallowed dryly.. and then. It began. The gift was unceremoniously thrown to the side, Kou hopping back, barely dodging Clementine behind him. The Feline sprinting to hide, a hand barely missing grabbing the front of his vest. Followed by missing a grab to his arm. The lights on the others helmet flickering purple.. ah.

So this was why. He knew this one.. He knew both of them. An Olive from his childhood.. and the Desmus' retainer.

The anon ducked, as much as he wanted to fight, he knew that he would not hurt them.. His mind was racing. He tugged a nearby chair out, taking the small coffee table down with him, as he swung forward. Crashing the chair into purple blood, the man stumbled back, making room for the olive to strike. The grip on the chair changed, smashing it into his arm as hard as he could allow himself to do. His anger was palpable as a hiss ripped out from the pain. Kou quickly tossed the chair at the purple, who caught and threw it. The sound of glass shattering behind him, what he assumed was his desk being destroyed.. That was unimportant, he dipped down. Barely dodging the arms reached out to grab him. He could hear the wall shake next to him, rattling the photos and knocking a few to the ground. The familiar sound of drywall ripping beneath something made his heart race..

"XwÓ Kooouuuuuukooooiii~"

A loud growl echoing down the hallway as the ripping grew closer, out for the corner of his eye.. Raiden was rapidly approaching, nails digging into the wall.. the purple cursed under his breath.. Oskeus was restraining himself. No.. both of them were. The anon knew if he was to be dead or harmed they would have done it as much.. They could not hurt him in the same matter they usually could. Despite the comfort- he could not let them take him for whatever reason they had.

"XwÓ Run Run Koneko~ Make it FUN!"

Kou skidded into his bedroom, bumping over a stool that was between him and the pistol in his nightstand. The feet pattering grew closer... just as his fingers brushed the handle a hand gripped the back of his head. Shoving him face first against the desk edge with enough force to hurt. His glasses press up against his face, cracking and snapping from the impact. He hissed, the grip on his hair unrelenting as they shoved him once more against the nightstand..

"XwÓ Aw~ What were you trying to grab? Huh? Koko... tsk tsk.."

He was pulled back, the bruise already forming on his forehead.. straining against the pain and desperately attempting to yank open the drawer to no avail.

"XwÓ Lemmie guess.. a gun? No no no~ You shouldn't play with something like that."

Raiden turned his head to look at his companion. Who began to fish out items from inside his coat. Koukoi couldn't fight back, he was desperate... but the only thing he could do is give up. What could he do? His vision was impared, the pain in his skull.. and his thoughts were swimming. He couldn't help but flail his fingers desperately as Raiden backed him further and further from his only line of defense.

"XwÓ You didn't make this any fun... Boo~"

Raiden's free hand became occupied by a rag.. and the anons heart began to race in fear. Jerking his head away in vain, cloth shoved to his nose and mouth. Pressed firmly against him. His hands clinging to Raidens wrist.. Feet pinned by the Olives..

"XwÓ Shhh~ No need to be scared. You'll just be sleepy for a while.."

A small hum left his mouth hearing Koukoi struggle... The sweet smell overpowering, air becoming less and less from the rag.. Kou shutters, vision going tunneled.. cold feeling overtaking him.. and he fell unconscious. Limp against the Olive.. Raiden pockets the rag, shoving the anon against Oskeus.

"XwÓ Carry him, ya?"

The purple huffed, catching the target.. he threw him over his shoulder. Shaking his head.. Eyes glancing at the pattern ripped into the drywall, broken glass and broken furniture in the wake..

"You made a mess."

"XwÓ Oh boo hoo~ They can certainly come and find me. I don't mind."

The olive fished out his phone, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall. The ringing buzzing in his ear.. The heel of his boot digging into the present, crushing it rather quickly.. He won't be needing whatever the fuck this is!

A voice on the other end picked up.. Raiden smirks beneath his mask..

"XwÓ Master Piquii, we've got the target for Master Uskieh~... Oh and happy Quads day to you. Hope you're enjoying your day. Shall be over shortly."

The pair leave the tattered apartment, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.. and a frightened Calico under the couch..

#Koukoi #Raiden #Oskeus #Cormai #.txt #golden library #HAPPY VALENTINES DAY :)#homestuck #fantroll #hs rp #ic #ITS VALENTINES DAY SOMEWHERE!!!!!!!

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lenorethequietbookkeeper · 2 months

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Caspian x Mermaid S/O he accidentally caught in a net

Tw for kidnapping and gross imagery

-You were caught alongside a batch of slimy fish. You can feel them wriggling desperately against your body as the fishing net is dragged to the surface. Being blindsided by your sudden capture, you struggle to comprehend what has happened to you.

-Upon breaking the choppy water's surface, you are left further disoriented by the blinding sun. Beneath you, the mangled, undead crew of the Bitten savagely rip apart and consume whatever moursel of meat slips out of the net and hits the grimey deck.

-There is no doubt you would have been made into dinner for these brutes, but something about you catches their captain's frozen eyes. Whatever that something is, he swiftly has you separated from the massive catch.

-Capsian apologizes profusely for almost serving you to his crew for dinner. He will be very cordial with you, much unlike the stern and harsh demeanor his crew is accustomed to.

-He decides to further ask about you, specifically what brings you to the area, your cause of death, and how you became the creature you are now. While inquisitive, he will not pry into something if it clearly upsets you.

-During your exchange, he proposes that you stay on board the ship for lunch. As compensation for the upsetting inconvenience, he explains. You can reject the idea, and you will be sent on your merry way with no strings attached. Although your decision seems to slightly sadden the frozen undead.

-But let's not kid ourselves, you are clearly here to see things go wrong, so let's say you agree.

-Giddy at your decision, the captain immediately orders for accommodations to be made for you. In no time at all, a makeshift fishtank that you can comfortably reside in is built within the captain's quaters. The tank's interior is unsurprisingly lacking in decor, but there is plenty of space for you to move about smoothly.

-While your meal is being prepared, Caspian keeps you company. The two of you continue to chat about random things; life at sea, your hobbies, the different mutilated bodies you've both seen floating in the water, casual stuff like that.

-You notice during your conversation, the pirate seems enamored by what you have to say. His mature composure is still present, but you can tell he is deeply invested in the discussion.

-Soon enough, a buffet of perfectly seasoned multi-eyed fish, jumbo isopod guts, and many other Cottonmouth delicacies are rolled into the quarters. A tray is hung on the edge of your tank, where the dishes of your choice are placed.

-The light-hearted banter between you and your multi-limbed host proceeds as you eat. You have such a good time, you hardly take note of the room's blood stained floor, or the multiple pieces of furniture that appear to be made with human bones.

-After being released back to the waters, you find yourself coming back to that dreary ship again and again. Maybe you'll let yourself be caught in more fishing nets, maybe you'll follow the Tempest's patrol of the icy wastelands. Perhaps you go as far as assisting in the Bitten's attacks on lost humans- er, shady characters within the Alps.

-Regardless of how you instigate your future meetings with the captain over the next few months, Caspian will eventually catch on to your intentions.

-During one of your little dates in the open waters, he will ask you a simple question; "Say, would ye be interested in callin' the Tempest home, love?"

-You are no doubt honored that you have earned an offer to join the Bitten's rank by their very own captain. With the guaranteed benefits and security such a position brings, you quickly agree.

-Suddenly, you are quickly plucked from the sea and dragged through the ship to Caspian's quaters by two of his bigger henchmen. You'll obviously struggled and cry out, but your demands to be released will be ignored.

-You are thrown back into the very fish tank built for you at the start of all this. It has been upgraded significantly since then. Several passive, colorful species of fish and plants from the Alp's waters now call the space home. The far more upsetting change is that the aquarium has been sealed off, trapping you inside.

-Capsian soon comes down to see you again. You have plenty of nasty words for him no doubt. Not that there are many words to accurately convey your panic and anger at this imprisonment.

-No matter what words come to you in the moment, the captain will attempt to calmly reassure you, and offer you this explanation;

'Oh no no, don't be afraid! Can't ye see, my lovely pearl? This is the only way to keep ye safe from these dark waters. I know it'll be an adjustment, but trust me, this be for your own good."

#zop #zombiesofpythonel #zop x reader #x reader requests #caspian #SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER #ive been very burnt out lately and generally demotivated #plus i got very into writing this and making it good #hope y'all like it!#tw kidnapping #tw gross #minors dni

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madeofspite-and-memes · 11 months

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I refuse

tw: kidnapping, restraints, trauma, PTSD, flashbacks, suicidal ideation, murder, gore, swearing, hurt/comfort? this got a little angsty-er than i meant it to

the hero was really fucking tired. so fucking tired.

there were a few theories roaming around about them. about why. because people had begun to notice. they noticed the sallow skin, they noticed the bags like bruises under their eyes. they noticed. so they bitched about it. what else would they do?

hero's tired of fighting villains and never defeating them.

hero is happy to save lives where they can.

hero's just tired because they always have the night shift.

hero doesn't care, hero's basically nocturnal.

hero thinks the agency is corrupt.

well, yes, but frankly their to tired to care.

hero was tired. they couldn't sleep. apparently years of unending horrors fucked up a persons mental sate or something. and apparently that meant fucking up their sleep schedule. which was really fucking annoying.

it was more annoying because the villain had taken a "liking" to hero that they didn't much appreciate. villain had declared it their mission to "fix" the hero. which they were unsurprisingly not fond of. especially now, tied to a chair, whilst villain ranted about take-out.

"...pizza? really, you don't want PIZZA! c'mon I'm hungry what food do you bloody want. who doesn't want pizza?" they demanded, resembling hero in their exhaustion.

"I'm not hungry" the hero had said it at least half a dozen times now they weren't confident that this would be the time villain listen.

"bullshit" the villain yelled, "you don't fucking eat, you don't fucking sleep. what's your fucking plan hero just stubborn your way to death?"

"doesn't sound half bad" hero shrugged. the villain screeched in frustration. this had become a routine. villain had made a habit of kidnapping hero just to yell at them about self-care or the importance of actually eating. trivial shit to be honest. hero didn't see the big deal.

what if nightmares stopped them sleeping? what if they couldn't eat without it coming back up? hero had seen awful things. and in too many domestic situations. robberies, hostage situations, gruesome homicides, mostly in peoples homes or the shops or the like. places all to ordinary. when they were a kid watching movies the big fights always happened in an underground base or on top of a mountain, somewhere far far far away from the characters home. the reality of heroism was a far more domestic setting. now everything set them of. food more than anything. its consistency was awful, somehow it always resembled something horrid, and before they knew it they were munching on the bones of a civilian they had failed to save last month, or slurping down their fallen friends blood. of course they couldn't keep it down.

the villain didn't understand. they didn't care, they just wanted hero to eat something, sleep a bit. hero didn't care because they wanted to go home and zone out at their bedroom wall.

"your eating something before you leave, ill force it down your fucking throat if i have to, your not leaving until you eat. ill kidnap you every fucking day until I'm sure you can be trusted to look after yourself i swear to god" the villain threatened, increasingly exasperated.

"why bother?"

"what"

"why. bother. somethings gonna get me. maybe your right and I'll starve to death, but what's the difference if supervillain decides to choke me out in my sleep tomorrow? or other-villain decides to torture me to death this time around? or the public turn on me. my days are numbered villain. I'm not gonna live much longer no matter what i do."

the villain stared for a second, eyes boring into the other.

"hero if you kill yourself i swear to god I'm gonna..."

"GONNA WHAT VILLAIN?" the hero roared, trembling with rage, finally losing their patience, "KILL MY FAMILY? MY FRIENDS? RANDOM CIVILIANS? YOU GONNA TORTURE ME? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY DO TO ME THAT HALF A DOZEN OTHERS HAVEN'T ALREADY DONE" the hero ended breathlessly. it was silent for a moment.

"this job is killing you hero, you gotta stop" the villain whispered gently, careful not to provoke the other.

"untie me" hero demanded brokenly. villain didn't move, "i won't kill myself villain please just untie me"

"you know i can't trust that"

hero huffed. staring down the villain. they didn't know how to proceed from here.

"hero, I'm handing in your resignation to the agency tomorrow" villain stated coldly, determination setting in.

hero laughed, "your not"

"hero i am going to hand in your resignation letter tomorrow. and I'm kidnapping you" there was no room for negotiation.

"already done that for gods sake" hero grumbled but they knew what the villain meant.

"hero, i am so sorry or everything those bastards put you through, i want to kill every single one of them, and i will, but i will not avenge your death"

the villain left the hero with that. and didn't come back until much, much later, covered in blood that definitely wasn't their own.

#writing #my writting #writing ideas #whump writing #hero villain writing #whump stuff #whump

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writeanythingagency · 2 years

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Yandere Kristoph Gavin? i swear he’s my fictional crush

oh boy. the most yandere of the yanderes has arisen

TW: Manipulation, abusive/controlling relationship, implied kidnapping

Yandere!Kristoph Gavin General HCs 🗡

🗡Yandere Kristoph Gavin is just normal Kristoph Gavin with a crush

🗡You probably meet him on an occasion that is completely ordinary, like both of you walking your dogs or bumping into him someplace at work. He’ll seem quite gentlemanly, if not a bit cold, but you’ll think nothing of it.

🗡You won’t know the resolve underneath his cool facade, or how the idea of you on his arm at legal functions and elaborate dinners just seemed right.

🗡 He’ll try and get closer to you with “random” encounters, each one longer than the last. You joke about how you’re always running into each other, when in reality Kristoph has memorized your entire schedule.

🗡 Kristoph is a planner, above all else. And so when you’re framed for the homicide of a coworker, he’s ready to swoop in as your defense. The verdict is not guilty, of course, and he makes it very clear that you owe him.

🗡 The date goes smoothly. He’s not as cold as you thought. You’re surprised about how interested he seems in your ordinary life and how even small details don’t slip past him. So you’re somewhat heartbroken when he doesn’t ask for a second date. It drives you crazy.

🗡 You run into him again a week later, bite your lip, and ask straight up for another date. A satisfied smile crosses his face, and he says yes.

🗡 Your relationship is completely normal. Calling him every hour to make sure you’re safe? Sure, that’s understandable in a huge city. Managing all your meals? I mean, you could stand to eat a bit healthier. Sharing your finances? You practically lived with him anyways. Giving him unrestricted access to your phone? Well…it’s coming from a good place.

🗡 He wouldn’t be caught dead saying he loves you. It would be nice, sure, but you’ve come to love him and he seems to like you well enough and that’s all that really matters.

🗡 He isn’t clingy often, as you’re often the one initiating physical contact. But when you’re all dressed up for some gala or someone dares to stare for a bit too long, let’s just say you’re gonna feel and see his grip for a while.

🗡 Kristoph, unsurprisingly, would be one of the first yanderes to snap. But it’s not so much a reaction to anything you’ve done; rather, it was planned from the very beginning.

🩸 “You understand, S/O, that you’re mine, no? Those meetings, that pathetic man’s death, it was all for you. But what does that matter now, my love? Now that you’re here.”

🗡 That’s the first and only time he’ll ever admit to loving you.

#yandere kristoph gavin x reader #kristoph gavin x reader #ace attorney x reader #yandere ace attorney #yandere ace attorney x reader #kristoph gavin #yandere #tw abusive relationship #tw manipulation #tw implied kidnapping #yay i finished another one

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justanagenderperson · 1 year

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Hi!! I was hoping you could do a agent 47/male reader/diana angst with reader getting kiddnaped and rescued by agent 47 and they're both hella worried for their bf if you're cool with it!! If you can make it extra angsty >:33 I live for angst

ON A MISSION TO SAVE MY WIFE'S BF!¿!¿!¿¿!¿! [😱😱😱GONE WRONG⁉️] (I'll rewrite this someday :::::/, hope the title made you lightly exhale out of your nose :::::D)

[A/N: HELL YESH I CAN DO THAT 🫡 I HOPE YOU ENJOY SORRY IF IT'S ABSOLUTE SHIT I HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING FOR A WHILE. ALSO, THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST FREN :::::::D also fr why is there no reader x Diana x Agent 47 fics? Again it's been a while since I've written angst so sorry if it's not really angsty I tried. Also sorry it starts off happy, you know the #1 rule start off all cheerful and then rip it away from them brutally. :::::::::::)

READER IS AT LEAST 21 OR UP IN THIS SNIPPET, MALE READER, TW, KIDNAPPED READER, IMPLIED DEATH, IMPLIED MURDER, THIS IS HITMAN AFTER ALL, NIGHTMARES]

47 stirs slowly, inviting the sunlight into his eyes. He sits upright as his eyes wander over towards the clock. 4:47 am, 'Perfect.' He muses to himself with a subtle quirk of his lips. He gets up and does his usual business letting the bristles glide across his pearly whites. He had an image to upkeep after all. Not that he particularly cared what others thought of him no, no. But his heartstrings would certainly ache if you or his wife were ever to make a negative comment about his appearance. He blinks brushing off the thought. You and Diana would never do that. He finishes brushing his teeth and heads downstairs. Diana is unsurprisingly already up. His eyes narrow as he recalls her saying she had an important target to research. A Rovin Terri. He lets out a quiet hum as he knocks on the wall so he doesn't accidentally scare her. Many things can happen if he were to sneak up on her the worst of them being- "Well are you just going to stand there?" She asks and 47 blinks pulling himself at what would've been his rapid thought process, "No." He responds after some hesitance. She smiles as gracefully as ever and makes her way over to the kitchen, "Coffee?" His answer is immediate, "Tea, honey lavender please." Diana's tea brewing skills were the best 47 had ever seen and he'd been to many cities and countries.

Diana let a soft sigh of concern escape her lips, "Stressed?" She asks as the tea kettle whistles. 47 hums, "You could say that." Before adding on, "How are you? Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked. She lets out a hearty laugh, "You know how this line of work is 47." His eyes narrow, "Please take a nap today then at the very least." She turns to face him with a hearty smile, "Of course, here's your tea." She hands him the warm cup of honey lavender and he sips it. Diana plants a chaste kiss on his cheek, "Now," She says beginning to walk towards where she left the laptop unattended, "I still have quite a bit of work to do." 47 hums as the sound of light footsteps draw his attention to the stairs. Then he sees, well you. 47's eyes soften at the sight of you. Sweet sweet you. You let out a cute little yawn, "Hungry darling?" Diana purrs and you nod as you take another step down and slip,

and then promptly break your neck.

47's eyes widen as he feels his heart stop. He rushes over to your unmoving body as he checks for a heartbeat. There is none. His worried eyes find his wife who is looking on at the scene with utter joy. His eyebrows scrunch up, "W..." He can't even get the words out. Diana's smile only grows wider, "Oh come on," She takes a step closer, "You didn't think I genuinely loved the two of you did you?" She asks relieved like a big weight had been taken off her chest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She then gasps and keels over laughing, "Y...you did!?" She says in-between breaths barely able to contain herself. 47 felt his heart breaking over again. This all felt real. Too real. Was it real...? No, it couldn't be...Diana would never say those things this had to be a dream...or rather, a nightmare. Wake up...he...he had to wake up. But the laughs remained persistent, "Fort...sev...?" A disembodied voice echoes catching his attention. He desperately looked around as he felt reality and fantasy merge. He fell to his knees, "FORTY-SEVEN!" 47 jolts upright breathing heavily, eyes wide, "47...?" His pupils dart to the source of noise only to relax, 'So it was a dream...' He thought to himself relieved before it is replaced with concern. Diana's eyes. They were red and sore. She'd been crying. But why? Who or what caused it? If it were a person they wouldn't last long. He would make sure of it.

His eyes narrow as his thoughts darken at the imaginary threat that he doesn't even notice his wife's outstretched arm until she tentatively places a hand on his shoulder causing him to barely suppress a flinch. His eyes flicker over to hers, "47..." Her voice is on the verge of breaking, "I have some bad news." He waits. Patient as always for her to finish, "Y/n...he...he..." His wife sharply intakes a breath, "He's..." Her eyes meet his with genuine worry. Something only the real Diana would have, "...been kidnapped." 47 blinks as the words settle in. It clicks and his breathing picks up. Surely his wife was joking? But her eyes are like steel an unmoving mountain. Ah. So she was being serious. Yet among all that was a lingering doubt. What if they had somehow sneaked into the house and replaced Diana too? What if they made a clone of her? The possibility wasn't too far out of reach. He shrugs it off immediately ignoring the way it made his skin crawl. Surely if Diana could hear his thoughts she would be offended that even for a second he thought that his loving wife. Someone he knows every inch and quirk about would be an imposter (amogus [I'm sorry]). It showed what he knew.

47's reaction to you being kidnapped: Then he felt his heart stop as he was stabbed in the stomach over and over again as the chilling realization struck him once more. You'd. Been. Kidnapped. How? He was sure he'd place several security measures bribing those who lived near you to look out for you. Dammit. He knew he should've taken you home sooner. Right, where you belonged in his and his wife's arms but now? Now you were in some stranger's arms most likely fearing for your life. Oh, he couldn't even begin to imagine how scared you were. Oh. Poor poor sweet innocent you. You couldn't even harm a fly. Okay, maybe the previous statement wasn't true but he couldn't even bare to imagine you hurt. His skin crawls at the mental image of you screaming as they continue to drip hot molten candle wax onto your soft belly. You kicking desperately as you try to get away ultimately only making it worse as you beg and beg and beg your captors or more accurately torturers to let you go. How you'd do anything they wanted as they twist your arm, bending it all out of shape. His pupils shrink and his heart aches at the prospect of them cutting off to permanently prevent you from escaping. He gritted his teeth once again narrowing his eyes as anger welled up inside of him.

How could HE the world's greatest hitman let this happen to one of his precious loved ones? One of his ONLY loved ones. His father had been right there were flaws in his design maybe if he'd watched over you more carefully and eliminated any threat in the way you would've still been here. But no. He sinks to the floor words flowing into his ears but his brain fails to process them. He was an absolute and utter-, "for..." -failure, "...even...?" What had the two of you seen in him anyway, "FORTY-SEVEN TOBIAS RIEPER!" His eyes flicker to meet Diana's, "Are you alright dear?" Any doubt that Diana might not be real is washed away by the concern in her eyes. He's floored how he even considered the possibility of someone as passionate as her being replaced. A little voice laughed in the back of his head, "...What about the end of the Closing Statement?" He mentally rolled his eyes. Now was not the time. Right now he had to focus on you, sweet precious you. He directed his attention to his wife and calm and collected as he could maintain he asked her, "Do you have any leads?" Despite his tone never wavering he was unable to keep his gaze steady. Diana nodded standing up and making her way outside the spacious bedroom. 47 followed suit. Scared for the first time in his life as a hitman. Scared. For you. As the hitman and handler overlooked the note one thing was made clear.

Whoever decided to mess with you was royally fucked.

[A/N: take this I can't look at it no more. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 there was so many different paths I wanted to take with this and I chose wrong 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'M SO SORRY BTW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LONGER BUT I JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO GO WITH IT I MEAN I DID BUT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO PUT IT YA KNOW!?!?!? Might write a part two. sorry if you had to wait long.]

Anyway Imma start doing fun facts at the end of these. ::::::)

Ducks from the city have different "accents" as opposed to ducks from the country. How do I know? Quack quack quack >:::::::::(

#agent 47 #diana burnwood #hitman 3 #hitman fandom #hitman woa

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hello 🦄Can I request yandere hcs for Jiraiya,Kagami,Ao,Inoichi,Fugaku,Mikoto and Danzo?Thank you 🏝

So, I don’t feel comfortable writing about Danzo, but I already solved that problem and as you wanted, I replaced him for Shizune.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, manipulation, overprotectiveness, threatening, blackmailing, controlling Yandere, harsh Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, death

Yandere Naruto Hc’s

Kagami Uchiha

🍃He was very briefly mentioned in a flashback so I had not much informations to deal with at all. Kagami is in regards of his possessiveness somewhat of a weird case since he expresses all of this in a somewhat unselfish way if that makes sense. He really cares that his darling is healthy and happy to the extent that he is ready to do about everything to ensure their prosperity and happiness. Maybe to the extent that he sacrifices much from himself to do so with the knowledge that he is the one who made them smile and that is his own possessiveness. He wouldn’t really force his darling nor would he actually try to court them at all, he’s quite flustered when near them and for that resorts more to stalking.

🍃Extremely devoted and attached to his s/o, he’s an Uchiha who doesn’t really conceal his love or affection so that he is already almost a clingy guy, though that only applies if he were to be in a relationship with his darling. Very protective to the point of being a bit too overprotective as well, that’s maybe one bad expect about him. He is far less strict than many of the other Uchiha so that he might actually be someone who ends up coddling you more than he should. That’s somewhat fault of his very own delusions since he believes that his darling must be happy and protected. Kagami unsurprisingly turns out to be a very obsessive man as well, he stalks his darling for more than just one reason.

🍃Won’t probably ever express that he is jealous unless it’s really needed, he stays quite about it. He wants to see his darling happy of course and it’s cool if others can give them happiness, but the thing is that it gnaws on him if he were ever to notice that someone who isn’t him makes them happier. This is him being selfish in his weird way and even if he wouldn’t really do anything against it, it pisses him off. He expresses his jealousy either if he has really had enough or later on in togetherness with his darling. He’ll just in such a salty mood after.

🍃Congrats for him being one who would actually never kill a citizen as long as they haven’t betrayed the village or his s/o. Kagami has a deep sense of loyalty for Konoha as well and a desire to protect it and the people inside. A reason why Tobirama trusts him. So he’d never really want to hurt someone who lives there, even if he tends to grow a dislike for people for certain reasons. He has other ways with his connections and skills and he’s much rather use those. If he has killing intentions then kiss your life goodbye because even Shisui said that he’s inferior to his ancestor Kagami. In the end every dark side of him is revealed once he’s been made furious enough.

🍃I don’t feel like he’d abduct his darling. I dare to say that he’s a bit shy around his darling all the time and since he really does everything to make his darling happy, there is not a valued reason to leave someone like this unless you’d witness him dismembering someone with an empty look in his eyes. He relies quite heavily on guilt-tripping instead of the actual intimidation and counting everything he has done for his darling, he has the needs to do so.

🍃So by rankings he’s probably one of the most harmless Uchiha to have in overall. For you. Kagami is just the kind of guy who only exposes his dark side to enemies of the Leaf and you and never really to you. What he does if he feels like he is losing you is starting to sabotage your surroundings until you end up with him again. It’s less devastating than what Tobirama does, but it doesn’t go unnoticed either.

Jiraiya

🐸Even with his more smug and flashy attitude, Jiraiya is still a very lucid Yandere to have and even if he hooks up with a lot of women, he is someone who gets slowly trapped in his obsession. This somewhat causes him to feel deep down a bit insecure because he really has no intention to harm his darling nor someone else only because of it. It's not like anyone would really notice this on the outside since he still acts like his light-hearted and dramatic self, noticing that he's a bit different is hard since Jiraiya is good in hiding and overplaying it, thus making him some tiny sort of manipulator.

🐸He's a rather protective Yandere as well, though I wouldn't say that he is overprotective unless something really bad has happened to his s/o. It's actually likely that he might end up teaching his darling at least the basics of fighting and defending in case they should be a normal citizen. He won't overestimate himself and risk your health, even if the average bandit will avoid you if they were to find out who'll hunt them down if they were to harm you. Some sort of stalker as well since he often still travels around whilst keeping with his toads an eye on his darling in case an emergency comes up so he can be quickly informed.

🐸I wouldn't really see him as someone who is necessarily very easy to make jealous, even if he's to a light extent possessive as well. This sage holds very much respect for his darling for the biggest part, even if his somewhat pervy side can sometimes be his downfall. He probably still wouldn't be jealous unless he gets insecure about the relationship or in case someone close to you got something to see that he wasn't be able to see so far since you're not comfortable with him on that level yet. He would still not force his s/o into anything like this either despite his attempts to steal a glance every once in a while.

🐸Repeating what I already mentioned earlier, the average person will probably be sane enough to not hurt his darling if they know who he is. On the other hand it might just be because Jiraiya is so famous and feared that they would want to use you as some sort of bait against him. Something the man is all too aware of which is really one of the main reasons he always makes sure that he has his toads warning him in time. Believe me, he is a loyal man so he will not hesitate to threaten or kill someone if they betray or plan on hurting them.

🐸He's quite too often away to keep his darling somewhere and taking them with him is not an option either since he often goes onto pretty dangerous adventures. Far too respectful to do something like this either, he'd have a hard time redeeming himself back after and it'd be impossible for you to forgive him after either. Jiraiya is technically most of the time in contact with his s/o since he communicates a lot through his ninken.

🐸I can imagine Naruto getting close to his darling after Jiraiya has taken him and made him his student. Both of them are together a lot and Jiraiya sees Naruto as his grandson so it's likely that he visited you a lot whilst still guaranteeing a good training. Naruto...was surprised, to say the least, since Jiraiya's darling is a person not everyone knows about because there might be a risk of safety for them otherwise. He's just constantly brabbling how often he caught Jiraiya spying on other women and Jiraiya tried to bribe and threaten him to stop talking. Now do not misunderstand, Jiraiya would never dare to cheat on someone else, he's in his very own way devoted and he does try to lessen the amount of times he tries to peek into a woman's bath or other accidents. Tsunade, even if she lashes sometimes out on Jiraiya, supports this relationship overall.?

🔷Ao is a rather lucid Yandere as well, he’s a very experienced shinobi and able to differ normal emotions from his suspiciously dark ones. That’s actually why he might awake a very cold impression on the s/o since he doesn’t want to interact to much with them to hopefully stop his feelings. That never works though so at one point he just makes the decision that, since he feels this way, he’ll just ensure that his darling will end up as his own. He’s a decisive guy so once he’s settled on this, he’ll start becoming possessive quickly. A rather stern guy as well, he has this set of rules which he wants to be followed.

🔷As a veteran hunting-nin he’s exceptionally good in tracking people down and he has a Byakugan implanted in his eye on top of that so he turns out to be terrifyingly good stalker if he were to feel like it. He won’t do it though unless he’d feel doubtful or a bit too protective over his darling. Admittedly he is strict, but he holds respect for his darling so he wouldn’t be hurting their privacy unless he really feels like they keep something a secret from him. He is a manipulative Yandere as well, he is in a higher position with connections to the Mizukage and is respected highly by others. So if he would deem it to be necessary, he could pull the one or another string. It’s more of a last resort matter.

🔷The average shinobi has far too much respect to dare to flirt with the s/o and no one wants his harsh lectures after so they never really try. Personally believe Ao tends to get protective quicker than jealous so if he were to feel like someone is being impolite, he’s quick to pummel them with his words into shape. He’s also one of those who have at one point in the timeline enough respect and faith established so that he doesn’t have to feel insecure about the relationship. Tends to get jealous faster whenever his darling would be the one to flirt or carry a very close interaction with someone he does not know about yet.

🔷He didn’t get much screen time in Shippuden yet I am fully convinced having this man after your head is one of the last things you would want. He’s skilled, good in tracking his enemies down and he is strong. It’s not like Ao will leave unnecessary bodies in his way, he’s more of a logical guy. But there is no doubt that he has no problem either with disposing of someone if they’re put on his red list of dangers. He gives warnings and threats as intimidation yet when those are left unheard, he will see himself forced to act.

🔷It’s all a question of how much he trusts his darling. It’s likely that he would cancel certain rights of his darling if they broke his trust without a good reason and did something behind his back. Limited freedom would be one of those, he will punish wrong actions of yours if it’s needed. It’s just a result of him being a strict type and the darling can lament as much as they want, he won’t change his mind.

🔷He’s most likely someone who has marriage plans after a few years in the relationship. Chojuro becomes over time a friend of Ao’s darling since him and Ao have some sort of friendship. Even if he constantly scolds Chojuro for being insecure and pessimistic, Ao is a very stereotypical man to say the least. Maybe that’s why he tends to look down on other men if they don’t appear to be decisive and strong. He tends to treat his darling a bit every once in a while if they were the loyal and respectful partner he wants them to be, though he’s not someone to spoil them.

Inoichi Yamanaka

💐Inoichi is an aware Yandere as well which already sets a difference between him and his daughter Ino in regards of Yandere types. But he deals as calm as he can with this knowledge in mind, he isn’t someone to break under pressure. He must know his darling for a long time because he isn’t someone to go initially crazy over someone just like this. One a more protective side as well, though he won’t make a drama about everything that might slightly harm them. He just wants to guarantee most of the time that everyone treats his darling well since he’s gentlemanly.

💐Given his abilities and his kekkai genkai, he could technically be a very great manipulative Yandere. But he just holds himself back much better than Ino does, he does not share the same temper as her after all. Analyzes situations always at first to decide how to handle the scene in the future. Inoichi is really everything but fond of using his jutsus on other citizens and on his darling and he will only really do it when there seems to be no other choice.

💐It takes a bit to bring this man out of his normally cool and calm shell, Inoichi isn’t someone to get insecure so easily if he has no proof to be. He leads a fairly normal relationship with his darling from the very start on so he isn’t necessarily really possessive like his daughter can be every once in a while nor is he someone to get jealous easily. It’s actually just the tiniest bit embarrassing for him to be and he’s slightly worried as well. Yet he still makes it a point to be friendly to the other person.

💐Not a very violent person and he doesn’t have very much blood on his hands in regards of his obsession. It’s just him being exceptionally well-mannered and calm for a Yandere and that ends with a very small amount of dead bodies. It’s worth mentioning that as long as it isn’t on a mission or an emergency, the head of the Yamanaka clan relies still more on his mind techniques to screw with someone’s mind a bit. He’s more subtle and less harming as Ino in most cases.

💐Given the semi-normal relationship of this all, there would actually be no real need for him to kidnap his s/o. He’d feel guilty for it on top of that since he values to keep the relationship healthy and normal so he’d do a lot to let it stay this way as well. If worst really comes to worse, rather than brainwashing his darling, he does try to sabotage the situations and people around them at first. The choice to use his brainwashing on his darling directly still remains open.

💐Tries to be strict most of the times, the problem is that he is a very indulgent person so his darling can charm him quite easily if they play their cards right. Flowers are a gift that you’ll receive very often from him since his hobby is cultivating them so you always have at least one bouquet somewhere at home. He’d actually manage to be a good Yandere since he is so passive about everything and treats his darling really well just as much as Ino as soon as she is born.

Fugaku Uchiha

🟤I really have to give it to the Uchiha for being such a possessive bunch, literally no one is an exception. So obviously not Fugaku either, he’s possessive and similar to Ao he is not someone to coddle over his s/o either, he’s fairly strict himself. To assure you, he still cares for the s/o greatly. He just isn’t all the time a soft Yandere, not exactly his style. I still picture him as someone who bears understanding for his feelings, he carries great responsibilities on his shoulders as head of the clan and as the one leading the police of Konoha. Might seem like initially he doesn’t care, but he does.

🟤Protective and controlling additionally to the traits above as well. He puts a lot of importance in the fact that his s/o at least knows the basics about how to fight for themself, he’ll teach them if that shouldn’t be completely the case. Yet he still has the most natural desire of all, protecting what someone loves and letting no fatal harm near it. Less controlling than Ao is, surprisingly, but he still has certain expectations he’d like to be fulfilled from his s/o. Power position as the head of the clan and the police can be a good way to blackmail and bribe the s/o as well.

🟤I don’t think that he’d be jealous as much as he would be possessive over his darling, he knows that he from all people has less to worry about someone trying to whisk the s/o away from him. His name was feared by the enemies during the Third Shinobi War and up to this day everyone still holds great admiration for him. Not to mention that he tends to intimidate people a bit with his normally harsh expression. I sincerely advice to not be the one to make him jealous though, he won’t be happy about it at all and you’ll have to endure his lectures later on right after he’s through with your counterpart.

🟤That is funnily a point where he’s less bloody than others might think that he is. He feels a great deal of loyalty for Konoha and the people in there after all and for the sake of not ruining the reputation of himself and his clan he has to be more careful. It’s probably still not hard to make up a false crime or pressure someone somehow and he’ll definitely do it the moment someone is seen as a threat for the relationship. He gives a lot of red flags when exactly someone should stop so seriously do so when you still can. Even if Fugaku ends up being frustrated that he has to remove a citizen of the village, he’ll do it in that one moment with only little remorse.

🟤Guarantees in a way that his darling ends up staying more at home anyways, particularly after he has married them. It’s not completely true that he would cage them in the house or isolate them, but he doesn’t let them completely out of his grip completely either. His s/o probably still will be able to walk outside to talk and spend time with others in the end. But he kind of puts them in a position where they become the housewife of some sort.

🟤He is after all from a more traditional clan so he’ll obviously marry his s/o later on. Feels somewhat more secure if you were to spend most of your time in the district of his clan instead of being constantly outside. Reason is in the end that he trusts people from his own clan a bit more than other villagers, especially if we’re talking about the time where the Uchiha and Konoha were not on the best terms. Despite him probably coming over at most times as kind of harsh, he holds dearest respect for his darling in the end and they are one of few people who are a reason to smile about.

Mikoto Uchiha

🌋She is the first one in here, as I just realized, that for once is not a completely lucid Yandere. She’s more of a semi-delusional Yandere to be. It means simply that even if she might be not completely aware that her caring love isn’t the normal one, she sometimes just can’t help but be a bit suspicious of her own feelings either. It’s the case whenever she slips into her more violent thoughts. This woman is the possessive kind as well, though hers is far more better to endure. Better than the ones from her sons at least. It makes her not harmless of course. Her obsessiveness ties right into that possessiveness of hers.

🌋Mikoto is somewhat the borderline of lovesick yet she isn’t it either. It’s true that she deeply cares and loves her darling and yes, she is easier to be led to forgiving her darling and being indulgent. But she can grab things with a more stern grip as well if she needs to do it and she won’t shy away from such moments. Her wish to not result to such methods is huge though and if she can, she’d rather talk it out and not ruin the happiness of your love for each other. It doesn’t mean that she won’t sometimes use guilt tripping as well.

🌋Whilst I headcannon her as more of a jealous person, it’s part of her possessiveness, I just see her as someone who is better to endure and hide it. There is no question that she wants her s/o to be happy and she always looks that things are equal and everyone of happy between yours and her relationship with each other. She’s even ready to let you have more of your will as long as it doesn’t limit her in her own happiness. And with people she trusts she has no problems at all. But she can not quite tolerate everyone and she won’t really either, there is a limit of hers as well.

🌋Has a shocking brutal will to keep her darling save with all methods and under all means. So obviously she has to resort to violent ways in the one or other occasion. Mikoto won’t harm an innocent citizen, she’d never do that. But I can’t say that strangers or enemies will quite receive the same treatment. Even if she might appear on first glance like a harmless woman, she is a jonin and has the Sharingan so she isn’t easy to beat at all. There is a darker aspect to her and it is chilling to witness.

🌋Mikoto probably won’t ever really kidnap her darling since she has so little to no need for it. She’s a loyal and faithful partner, a loving one in that matter. It’s just so normal to be with her and even if she has her rather stern moments, it’s always true that at the end of the day she cares most. It’s just kind of hard to think about breaking up when she is such a kind person. Mikoto does know this as well and she can turn sly and use this against her darling as a guilt tripping method. In addition to that she can turn possessively clingy, be that due to jealousy or something else.

🌋Her turning clingy does mean that she can become a rather smothering person as well, so much more if she would feel the desire to show someone that got on her wrong nerve who exactly you belong too. Even if she would still decide after marrying her s/o to become a housewife, it would still stay the same with her possessiveness. At least allows you to go wherever you want to go without her being too controlling to ask what exactly you did in detail later on. Her possessive and manipulative side aside, she’s quite the sweetheart who often plans small dates for her and you.

Shizune

🐽Shizune is someone with delusional mood swings to say the least. She is quite the level-headed person so it’s not like she would justify everything she feels, thinks and does, but somehow she tends to believe at certain times that ultimately she only really loves her darling a lot. She somehow is in such regards similar to Neji, both can be either aware at moments and wonder if they can be called normal or have moments where they don’t believe so. She’s protective and loyal, the latter especially. She won’t be overprotective unless she knows you are in a position which you can not handle and being loyal is extremely important to her.

🐽On a slightly obsessive side since she has a curiosity to quench in regards of her darling, although she still has it under control. Somewhere in between a strict and lovestruck individual as well. On the one hand she will protest and speak out her mind against you if she thinks that you don’t think a situation through or are about to do something wrong. But she can lose just as much her temper and become hotheaded if someone were to insult you or say something against you. Her infatuation isn’t healthy, it sometimes even goes against her logical side.

🐽It’s not daily that Shizune would ever lose her head over jealousy. For starters she is not always there since she works as an assistant for the Hokage and on top of that she keeps faith in the strength of your love for each other. She’s not as easily jealous as Tsunade would be, it happened more that she got all defensive as soon as someone said something wrong against her darling. And to be frank, Shizune gets highly embarrassed when she is jealous. She is someone who thinks logical and she feels just ridiculous when she gets jealous over someone in whom you aren’t even interested in.

🐽Despite her ability to get furious when someone goes against her darling, Shizune would never really think about removing someone for the stupid reason that they’re interested in you or close to you. If she puts someone in a part of her mind that I’d for threats then this means that she has a understandable reason to do so. Even so she can anytime contact Tsunade or someone else and ask to solve matters in a legal way.

🐽She is a woman who would probably not do so since she has things she would think of as wrong even if she is in her more delusional mood. Potentially she as a medical-nin can drug her darling, something Tsunade would do. Question is if she would really do so since she is more hesitant to go with such methods. She has a great sense of morals after all and that can lead often to great conflicts within her mind. My opinion would be that she would only resort to knocking her darling with a drug out if they were to be about to do something stupid that will end up hurting them dangerously.

🐽If her darling wants to be a medical-nin herself, she’d end up asking Tsunade whilst at the same time teaching them herself, she is an expert too. This woman has surprisingly much energy so she will find opportunities to squeeze in between yours and her schedules small meetings for dates, even if it’s just drinking a tea together. Tsunade and Sakura are definitely happiest upon hearing the news since both are people Shizune is close too, specifically Tsunade.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere kagami #yandere kagami uchiha #yandere jiraiya #yandere ao #yandere inoichi #yandere inoichi yamanaka #yandere fugaku #yandere fugaku uchiha #yandere mikoto #yandere mikoto uchiha #yandere shizune

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fnf-amateur-writing · 3 years

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Hello! Can I request a scenario where l Updike with an s/o who got kidnapped and now he has to go save them- if u feel uncomfortable with that you can just do general relationship headcanons for him!

Hey there, Anon. I'm cool with your prompt, no worries!

TW: Kidnapping and violence.

Updike finding out S/O was kidnapped

Everything was rather dull at work. Sure, dealing with anomalies can be cool, but it wears on Updike after a while. Everyday was starting to become nothing more than paperwork, keeping tabs on the freely roaming safer anomalies, and trying and failing to kill Whitmore. Fortunately, his lunch break finally started after a long and boring morning.

Once he readjusted his tie and tucked away his trusty gun in his pocket, he went on a near daily walk to a local cafe. To be honest, it wasn't all that boring, since he now got to be with you during his lunch breaks. About a month ago, you two found out that you took your breaks at the same time. The cafe was also conveniently in between your workplaces, allowing you to walk an equal distance.

Without any incidents or that pestering metal head, Updike made his last turn, with the cafe now being just two buildings down. Strangely, the police were also two buildings down, talking to an employee that Updike recognised in front of the prematurely closed cafe. Avoiding involvement, Updike quickly turned around, waiting until he out of sight of them before checking his phone. You were always there first, so you probably texted him a heads up, but his phone showed no new messages.

It was pretty annoying, but no big deal. He'll just go somewhere else, and maybe you'll be there too if he's lucky.

~~~

The phone next to him rings, whilst Updike sat alone in his office, showing the front desk receptionist's name. That was rather unusual; that number almost never calls him directly, so it was probably important enough to be an exception. "Updike speaking," he spoke in his monotone voice, which was in a tone that easily showed how he says that a dozen times a day.

"Mr. Updike, the police are requesting your presence outside."

Okay, now that was very unusual. Not that the police are here, they show up all the time whenever a case involves an anomaly. But for them to make him go outside, when they usually go up to see him or a collegue, was odd. And he had a clean record too, so it's not like they were going to arrest him.

"I'll be right there," he said. He felt somewhat stressed from the sudden request, so he went a faster pace to the lift--to which he almost pressed the wrong button. He and a cop quickly made eye contact the moment the lift opened, and he followed the man as he beckoned him outside.

"Now, I know you're busy, so I'll get right to the point," the officer says, pulling a phone from his pocket. "Do you recognise this phone and the owner of it?" Updike wish he could say no, but he couldn't; it was clearly your phone, except it now has a large crack on the screen. "Yes, it belongs to my partner. Their name is (Y/N) (L/N)." As clear as he made those sentences, his throat was sore from the dread.

"Sir, are you aware that they've been kidnapped."

... No.

~~~

Looking back at it, he wasn't sure how he kept calm the whole time as the police explained what had happened. Some man had taken you right in front of the cafe. It happened so quickly, that the witnesses didn't seem to notice anything wrong until it was too late. They contacted him when told by employees that he always sat at the same table as you.

As he rushed home, he didn't quite know what he felt. It was a mixture of sadness, anger, stress, and whatever the hell else that couldn't be named that made his hair grey. But he wasn't going home just to wait in misery until the police did something; he was going to look for some clues, as recommended by the authorities. He wasn't aware of any troubles you may have wih your family and friends, but he was informed that most kidnappings are done by people the victim knows, so he had to snoop around your stuff to see if he could find anything to report.

However, he almost slammed himself into his own front door when something else caught his attention: a plain white envelope taped to the door. There was no markings or writing on the outside, Updike noted as he took it for inspection, but he could tell it had a letter in it. Surely, it couldn't be a coincidence this showed up the same day you were taken.

As he went inside, closing the door behind him, he didn't take another step away from the door before tearing the letter open. Within the envelope was a typed letter, which had a clear message despite never mentioning you or Updike by name. Also made clear was that this was nobody you knew, nor was it an anomaly trying to spite him, but rather a particularly greedy criminal who took notice of who you were with.

The letter demanded an absurd amount of cash to be hand delivered, an amount that clearly overestimated even his own wealth. And if he brought anyone with him or brought a weapon, then you would be shot on the spot. Finally, he had until midnight to do so, too, adding onto the stress.

The stress started to become a bit much as his hair grew darker. He had no way of knowing whether the bastard was bluffing, but it wasn't worth trying to find out. But still, there didn't seem to be a good way out anyways. It felt like he was about to snap, feeling some sparks from his head and... a spark of an idea.

He went up a flight of stairs to a closet within the hallway. There wasn't anything remarkable about it's contents, but he took interest on one side, where some suitcases of his were stored. Only one of these was useful right now: a sleek metal suitcase he can't remember even using, but he remembered it being there. After grabbing the case, he ran back downstairs while neglecting to close the closet door.

Now, he wasn't going to place any money in it. No, nothing would be in it. But he had an idea, because maybe the guy didn't quite know who they decided to mess with.

~~~

Updike parked his car on the side of the road, getting out in the abandoned yet familiar area. It was a small part of the outskirts of the city that eventually lost it's population and was left to rot, which amazed him that it hasn't been torn down yet. The only people who regularly come here are the homeless and obnoxious teenagers with cameras who pretend that one of the buildings are haunted for internet clout. However, he does remember coming here too a long time ago to hunt down Whitmore a couple times.

The meeting place was a short walk away, having used to be a local library. The evening sky was getting darker by the minute, and the sun was near set behind Updike as he looked into the old library. As dark as it was, a light was barely visible from the entrance, partially blocked by empty bookshelves. With the case in hand, he walked through the shattered glass double doors and in between two of the shelves.

"I'm here."

The light across the library shifted and footsteps approached. The man looked as dodgy as he expected, except with a bit of a 1950's greaser look to him, and the gun the man held never pointed to anything but Updike. He placed the lantern onto the shelve and approached, saying "hand it over." Definitely not a negotiating type.

Time passed too slow, yet also too fast. Though he normally used his head, Updike had to channel what was within him elsewhere or else the man would shoot him seeing the thunder from his head. Hard, sure, but dong it for you was a pretty good motivator.

In three, two...

As soon as both hands were on the case's handle, Updike managed to give a hard zap through his hand. The case's material made it guaranteed it would shock him, and shock him very badly. He shouted at the sensation comparable to that of a taser, unable to pull the trigger before collapsing. Updike wasn't sure if he was conscious, but it didn't matter since he was already slamming the case into his face. Giving a man a free nose bleed such as this one was usually seen as too barbaric for Updike's taste, but damn it was satisfying.

He took the man's gun and briefly searched his pockets for anything else he might use as a weapon. He pocketed the lighter for the box of cigarettes he carried, since he might wake up and pull a fast one by burning the place down. And then there was a key, and not a usual key one would think of. In fact, Updike knew from the shape that it was meant to unlock a pair of handcuffs. It may be best if he took that as well.

"(Y/N)!" he called out, "are you there?" He made his way to the back, peeking into some rooms as he passed. He heard some sounds coming from nearby, causing him to peek through the old bathroom door. There you were, gagged with a cloth and both hands cuffed to a pipe beneath a sink. You were trying to say something, so he quickly worked the cloth off your mouth and let it fall under your chin. Upon closer inspection he now saw how disheveled you looked and that one of your eyes was black and swollen.

"G-GABRIEL!" you finally managed to scream before coughing from finally having your mouth to breathe through. "I thought you- I thought..." He hushed you before using the key he found on your cuffs, allowing you give him a much needed embrace. "Shhh, it's okay," he said as you cried, "I've dealt with him."

"Now," he picks you off the ground and carries you away from the dreaded building, "let's go. I have an interesting story for the cops."

Now for a surprise bonus ;)

Aftermath headcanons:

Unsurprisingly, you both took off work for a while.

Regardless of how well you can handle trauma, Updike WILL take you to a therapist. He's already got one booked, so you don't have a choice really.

For the first time in the relationship, Updike has been the one to initiate cuddles. He's also just as paranoid as you are, and has become somewhat clingy as a result.

When it was nearing the day you two would return to work, you discussed plans on preventing another incident. Though it may seem a bit far, you agreed on wearing a small tracking device clipped to your clothes until the fear wore off.

The forced therapy sessions did come with benefits for the future. When you eventually had to testify against your kidnapper in court, you felt more confident in your words and managed to tell them everything without a breakdown.

The man didn't stand a chance and earned himself several years in prison.

Finally, once you felt everything was behind you, you walked together to the cafe again. It was a nice cafe and it would be a shame if they stopped visiting.

Some of the regulars and employees recognised you two, and welcomed you back. And as you two sat in your usual spots with drinks on the house, you could finally say it was a pretty nice day with nothing to worry about.

#fnf x reader #fnf imagines #updike x reader #gabriel updike #fnf updike

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Imagine Diavolo just straight up kidnaps MC from the house of Lamentation and the brothers just assume they went back to the human world like-

It’s the perfect set-up, honestly. Lucifer has so much trust in Diavolo, and the rest of the brothers have so much trust in him. It’s almost beautiful, how willing they are to take his word for it. Or, it’s beautiful for everyone else, at least.

Title: Dissonance.

TW: Kidnapping and Emotional Manipulation.

You couldn’t quite believe it.

You knew you were a captive. You knew you were trapped in a bedroom too extravagant to belong to anyone else, that you were restrained with golden shackles too gaudy to be selected by anyone else’s hands and no one else could be behind your captivity, not when every aspect of your existence suddenly reeked of Diavolo. It made sense that he’d be responsible, and you knew he was capable of worse, even before you were confined to the space between four unbearably lavish walls. It was a miracle you were only chained up, honestly. You weren’t delusional enough to convince yourself a pair of broken legs would be more convenient, for someone as busy as Diavolo.

You knew all these things, and yet, you couldn’t seem to think of him as your captor.

It just… didn’t make sense. You doubted it ever would.

That might’ve been why you hesitated when he first stepped into your gilded cage. You’d woken up an hour ago, give or take, and spent every minute you were given jerking at your chains or looking for an escape route or struggling, in one form or another. And yet, when that carved, stone door finally creaked open, you found yourself tensing, dropping what you were doing and scrambling towards the end of the massive bed you woke up on, a plea for help already playing on your tongue. Trusting him was reflexive, too ingrained to be anything but the first option. You only forced yourself to swallow the instinct back down when you saw his expression.

Or more accurately, the broad, self-satisfied smile pulled across it, too wide to mean anything good.

He was the first to speak, unsurprisingly. He’d always been the one to take the initiative, between the two of you. “Good morning, (Y/n).”

“Let me go.” You tried to sound confident, to be assertive, convictive, but by the time the words made it through your lips, they were little more than a half-hearted mumble, the kind of astounded whisper Diavolo was kind enough not to acknowledge. “I… I need you to let me go. I don’t know what kind of prank you’re trying to pull, but I’ll go along with it willingly, you don’t to handcuff me--”

You were cut off by a low, throaty laugh, the kind of chuckle that made you feel both humiliated and sobered, pitied and pathetic for every believing you weren’t. You averted your eyes without thinking, dropping your gaze to the satin bedsheets and only glancing back up when the mattress dipped under his weight, Diavolo soon perched on the edge of the bed. Idly, he waved you over, beckoning you towards him, and mindlessly, you obeyed. You were too shocked to resist when a strong arm came up, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his lap, forcing your chest against his, Diavolo’s chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he let out a content sigh. Like he’d been waiting for this.

You shuddered, pushing the thought from your mind before you could linger on it. You couldn’t afford to, not until he gave you some time to think.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered, his voice low, but not unwelcoming. You were tempted to melt into it, accept the affection and mull over your situation later, but Diavolo didn’t give you the chance to adjust. “I wanted to be here when you woke up. I knew you’d be a little…” He trailed off, taking a moment to survey the damage. Torn pillows, disheveled sheets, overturned furniture, all the evidence he needed of your less-than-rational reaction. His silence was enough to make you curl into yourself, guilt forming a knot in the pit of your stomach despite your better judgment. You knew you shouldn’t blame yourself, not when he was the being so weird, but… he was Diavolo. There was only so much you could do not to feel inferior. “I knew you’d be on edge, but I thought having someone there would help to keep you calm. It’s the least I could do, considering how alien this must seem.”

“I don’t understand,” You admitted, attempting to straighten your back, to pull away and look at him properly, but Diavolo only pulled you closer, his hold growing more firm. Not tight, just… strict. Unrelenting. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be willing to let go anytime soon. “I can leave, right? I know the door was locked, but… you have to let me go. This can’t be what I think it is.”

“It is.” The explanation was brief, but you felt something deflate in your chest, your heart skipping a beat before stopping altogether. This time, Diavolo allowed you just far enough to see the shock spread across your features, that wide-eyed betrayal that seemed to bother him more than all of your previous complaints put together. His smile wavered, but only slightly, his grin still in place as he leaned forward, pushing his lips against your forehead in something too onesided to be a kiss. His didn’t move as he went on, letting your skin stifle his voice. You couldn’t say you minded his explanation being a little more difficult to hear. “I know this might seem strange to you, but it’s not uncommon among demons. Think of it as a… courting ritual, if that makes sense. We’ll get to know each other, and I’ll show you how well I can provide. You’ll want for nothing, while you’re in my care.”

You were quiet, for a moment. Speechless. When you spoke, you did so reluctantly. “You’re kidnapping me.”

“Not kidnapping,” He corrected, his enthusiasm returning in full-force. “I’m caring for you. You’ll see that this is for the best, in a few weeks.”

It might’ve been the panic. You’d put it off, but there was no excuse, now, no reason to push it down any further than you already had. The panic, or the dread, or the alarm or the anxiety or the terror of being trapped with someone you’d only ever known as a figure to fear, if only by Lucifer’s account. Either way, you found yourself clawing at his blazer, shoving him away and clambering for any advantage you could find, trying to resist, even if you knew you wouldn’t be able to get very far. But, Diavolo’s grip was iron-clad, and a squeeze to your waist and a flattened palm against your back was enough to keep you in place, despite your continued efforts to resist. “You can’t do this,” You spat, more for yourself than for him. “Lucifer’s going to find out, and his brothers, they’re going to know something’s wrong. They’ll come for me.”

“Maybe they will,” He started, his hold suddenly choking, strangling, too tight not to be purposeful. “But, they’re preoccupied, at the moment. They’re going to be mourning the departure of their beloved human for a very long time, considering how suddenly you returned to the Human World.” He paused, sighing, the gesture made less sentimental by the grin still biting into your neck. “You didn’t even stop to say goodbye. How cruel of you, (Y/n).”

You went stiff. There was another breathy, pain-staking laugh, and Diavolo pulled you closer, impossibly closer. You wondered if you’d suffocate before he had the chance to show you just how dedicated he really was.

“We’re going to have plenty of time together, my love. No one’s coming to your rescue.”

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WELLL GANG IT TOOK FOR FUCKIN EVER BUT HEY HERE IT IS ABOUT 7,000 WORDS OF KAGEYAMA. THANK YOU ALL FOR STICKING WITH ME IT REALLY MEANS A LOT THAT Y’ALL WERE STILL HERE EVEN THOUGH I WAS TAKING FOREVER LIKE HOLY FUCK MAN I APPRECIATE YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH FOR THIS AND HOPE IT’S ALRIGHT!!

tw: noncon dacryphilia breathplay(choking) kidnapping general shady-ness very blink and you’ll miss religious symbolism. Abuse

“Don’t mess this up Kageyama.” You wake up in an old building, seven men stand above you, head to toe in suits. And you distinctly remember reading something someday, about how the yakuza always cover their body. And about how the yakuza have a hand in human trafficking.

“Damn Kageyama, we don’t do any of that Oikawa-Gumi shit here!” The Man who's speaking is shirtless and his hair is buzzed short. He’s got a red dragon winding up his stomach and a red koi on his sternum.

“So many women were brought to Oikawa I just thought-” The man - Kageyama you assume - has black hair and blue eyes. You think he’s staring at you.

“You thought? I find that hard to believe.” A guy with glasses (do yakuza wear glasses?) sniffs and turns his nose at Kageyama. “I thought you only thought about being Oyabun.”

“Shittykawa is a liar and you all know it!”

“Still more honorable than a guy who deserted his family and has a samurai tattoo!” A considerably smaller redhead speaks up with a defiant voice.

“They betrayed me!!” His attention (if it was on you, is not anymore.) shifts as Kageyama raises his voice, flails his hands a little and starts to pace.

“Kageyama, be quiet!” A man behind you talks. The man with blue eyes immediately stops talking, the man with glasses and blonde hair laughs.

“All of you shut up!” A louder voice bounces off the walls, all five men stop talking and look to the man behind you. He’s got brown hair, short, militant and an angry-looking scowl on his face. The man next to him has silver hair, but you don’t think it’s from age. A chorus of “sorry Oyabun” echoes through the room, large, dark and empty.

“Kageyama, you will not mess this up.” Intense coal eyes stare into blue.

“No Oyabun, I will not.”

“Good because she’s under your care.” You almost expect the man with brown hair to offer you a smile, it’s the silver haired one who does.

“What?!” You turn around quickly as the voice sounds much closer than you remember it being. “I’m-” The man takes a few seconds looking at his fingers. (His left pinky is a stub) Before continuing. “Oikawa never had me do anything like that. Girls just talked to me.”

“Girls talked to you!?” A newer person, short, standing next to the shirtless one - has an energetic voice. “Why’d you ever leave?”

“Because Oikawa treats his family like shit!” And like that, the talking erupts into furious voices trying to get a word in edgewise until once more, the two behind you speak up.

“Everyone shut up!”

Once again they all fall silent.

“Kageyama, get her where she needs to go. You know what to do right?”

“Yes Oyabun.”

“Good.” His gaze is away from you, glaring at someone else as silence splits the room.

“C’mon.” He makes a show of not looking at you when he gruffly gestures for you to move to his side. Try as you might to seem calm, your joints are cold and stiff as you march to his left.

“Don’t cause a fuss okay?” He sends a sharp glare your way.

“She’s terrified Kageyama, you don’t need to scare her more.” The man with silver hair looks at you more apologetically than you’d thought a yakuza could. But as his hands rest on his hips you can see the gun holstered on his side. You look away quickly after smiling quickly.

“Yeah! Be nicer to her!” Kageyama shrugs off what the redhead says and walks towards the singular door and opens it to walk through. It leads to an empty, grey hallway - chilled and complete with flickering light. About fifteen paces ahead, there's a flight of stairs with the much-needed railing that rusts and peels in the flickering, damp hallway. There's the faint sound of city pop coming from the top of the stairs, through a bleak door with peeling paint. There are no other places of entry or exit, simply the one large, looming, decrepit door at the top of steep steps. Still begrudgingly silent, Kageyama starts up the stairs, feet falling hard on each step like drops of a guillotine. You follow numbly after him. What other choice is there really? Go back to the room with so many others? Die in a hallway while muffled music plays from a door? Your legs ache by the time you stand near the door. It’s not a high climb. Kageyama opens the door and you expect to hear nails on a chalkboard but are greeted by the soft melody of plastic love and the smell of cigarettes. The beeps of slot machines punctuate loud cheers and disappointments around a roulette table, the thwap of cards hitting the table and laughter at a bar does little to distract from the fact that Kageyama who had barely looked at you before — (Was it on purpose?) — was staring directly at you. Pressing a hand to your face, you feel a drop of wetness on your cheek. A tear. You wipe it quickly and Kageyama turns away slowly. Eyes lingering a second after he turns his head.

“You’re slow, move quicker!” You nod in his direction though he’s already moving ahead again. The casino is loud and boisterous and though you’re sure it’s actually an illegal gambling den, many well known wealthies sit around a roulette table with a man in a suit, typical of a yakuza.

“You want a drink?” You expect it to come from a sleazy, older man wearing an old baggy suit, not the man who’s been leading you through this mess of tables and smoke and glitz. It’s fine, there are so many people around you.

“Why are you offering me a drink?” He’s turned to face you, still not smiling but eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion.

“O-Oikawa said to offer women drinks. I-” Oikawa? He might not be so bad. Still, a yakuza who didn’t run with the good kind any more so-

“No thanks.” The confusion displayed earlier on his face, deepens into a frown that forms on his lips and lines that appear in between his brows.

“What, why?” He’s actually confused somehow.

“I don’t know you, you’re a yakuza - you might drug my drink - the list could go on?”

“I'm not going to drug you" He sounds angry and mutters "Just trying to be nice, fuck." And you've stopped for only one moment but the sleazy men you thought would hound you start to crowd, either unknowing or uncaring that you are in the custody of organized crime.

"Pretty lady want a drink? Got a margarita with your name on it." It's unsurprisingly a man with cigarettes' smoke on his breath and intoxication in his step. You note he's already holding the drink in question.

"No thank you-" You begin to answer, in a politely exasperated tone that you think is quite amicable for someone whose arm is practically around your waist.

"Listen - she's with me, alright?" Kageyama doesn't stop there, despite that in your opinion, he should. "She's mine." The words send a pang of anxiety straight through your spine and into your brain before they reach your feet and as they itch to step away into a crowd, another man speaks up someone much less intoxicated, still - with a drink in hand.

"She in trouble with the Daichi-Gumi then?" They're much more informed. And Kageyama nods to the asker.

"Guess he's still got his Oikawa roots then, huh?" And that doesn't make any sense at all because he's nothing like the man you talked to and who gave you a handsome wink and made small conversation.

"Don't compare me to that bastard." And instead of the usual anger, you think it's a note of exhaustion in his voice. And the conversation ends right there, "mine" being a forgotten word in the mix of much more confusing sentences. It's relatively peaceful after that, the scowl on your captors face scaring many others away. You continue down the luxurious gambling hall and into much quieter corridors with soft sounds passing through doors as you walk down a carpeted hallway, well lit and warmer. Once again, Kageyama opens a door and walks through. For a long, fleeting, whirlwind of a moment, you are alone before remembering that if you walk out without Kageyama, you run the risk of having a yakuza family hunting for you. Hell, they'd hunt your family, you've heard about what they do to screamers. Twisted fingers, bloody stomachs and scarred backs - missing eyes if the they’re lucky. You step through the open door and into the room. It's low-lit, casting a pleasant glow on the furniture.

Kageyama is already sitting down on an expensive - looking sofa no —loveseat. He picks up a remote from the side armrest and turns on a TV installed into the wall. Loud moans and the sound of flesh on flesh boom from the speakers before he switches to the sounds of shoes squeaking as they run across a floor. He pulls a nail clipper from his pocket to trim already short fingernails. There's a large bed with lights hanging above it on one side of the room, a wardrobe - open - full of thin clothing you wouldn't be caught dead in outside of your house. There's a small table, a bottle of wine and two glasses on mahogany wood, next to a singular unlit candle. Though the sound is gone you can’t help but linger on the moans that came from the TV and how Kageyama has led you into a room with such a large bed and a shower that has no door and is only walled with glass. You forcibly relax your jaw just before you speak.

"I'm here to-" You gulp down air, trying not to look at the silk sheeted bed. "Pay a debt."

"Yeah dumbass, what else would you be here for?" If he doesn't bring up any other possibility, neither will you.

"How?" The way that he instantly looks at you, blue eyes ever intense when he speaks makes your stomach flip unpleasantly. You know exactly how. He’s led you to this room, what else could he be expecting?

"Daichi put me in charge of you, you'll do what I say." Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"I'm not going to do what you tell me. I'll work off my debt in this casino, but I'm not doing everything you tell me to do!” Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He blinks at you, brow once again furrowed in confusion. He puts his nail clippers down on the arm of his seat, and stands, taking off his jacket in the process. You knew it - you fucking knew it.

You shuffle backwards as quickly as possible, spine hitting the round doorknob.

You can’t go any further.

Kageyama creeps forwards, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal raging water delicately inked into the toned muscle of his right forearm, chrysanthemum petals drifting downstream from a skull at his shoulder. Down his left, where his elbow meets his forearm stands a samurai, maple leaves falling gently from the mouth of a black koi that flounders to appear just over the edge of his shoulder. On the front of his chest there is only a solitary demon - red and standing amongst black clouds which dig deep - over his nipples as the Oni stands on the cool blue with its fiery feet. He walks over to you, shirt off and tugging at his belt. With a decorated arm, he sets the white shirt on your head, careful not to touch you. What flees from your lips is a very audible sigh expressing your relief that he doesn’t seem to want to violate you.

“I’m going to take a shower. Put that away for me.” You don’t even attempt to retort as you quickly move it off your head and turn away from wherever Kageyama sounded like he was. You conveniently face towards the wardrobe and walking towards it, you notice all the clothing you had neglected to think about. Short schoolgirl uniforms, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, all sorts of exposing clothing that you think for the second time, you wouldn’t want to be caught dead in. You push sets of clothing aside to find an empty hanger, not finding one, you kneel down to check the bottom of the cabinet. You find a box full of something, flat squares that are easily torn, and one empty hanger with a leather suit that probably went on it beforehand. You instinctually turn at the sound of water hitting the tiled shower. He’s standing still, body naked through the glass and quickly you avert your eyes from him. The loud crash of falling water on the tile makes you turn, despite your knowledge of where it comes from. You can see Kageyama’s naked back through the clear glass, koi and cherry blossoms disappearing in rapidly forming fog that covers the rest of his body. Watching the glass fog with the softening sound of water on tile in the dim light of the room, a dry sob of relief releases from your throat. He isn’t going to do anything. It’s just one large scare tactic. With the realization that Kageyama is just going to unorthodox lengths to make sure you don’t run, your knees buckle and you crumple to the floor, back stable against the side of the wardrobe - and you let the tears fall.

Each bone, muscle and thought eases with the knowledge that this yakuza is just taking a shower. He’s still the good kind of yakuza - Oikawa taught him well. He just happens to be a little strange. While he showers, your face is bathed with your own free tears. Your hands cup your cheeks and you smile softly into your palms, feeling so much steadier as your breathing returns to its normal steady in and out. Picking yourself up from the carpeted floor and feeling you back crack you bring yourself in front of the TV watching as people toss a volleyball into the air. It’s awfully methodical as they toss it to each side over and over, you almost forget about the pitter-patter of water behind you. You don’t even notice as it stops and the man comes out to watch you watching the game. You barely hear the zipper on his pants - just dismissing it as some sound from the game. It’s not until he’s directly behind the couch and he asks you a question that you remember where you are.

“Where’d you put my shirt?” You turn and tilt your head to look at his dripping hair, wet pants and wetter jacket.

“It’s in the closet.”

“What?”

“It’s the only place to put a shirt.” He grumbles at your words but it’s not hostile.

“You have the bed, that’s where I normally put my stuff.” You glance at the bed again and then back to him.

“Who doesn’t use a closet?”

“Next time you’re going to put it on the bed. No point in using that shitty closet - can’t find anything in there,”

“Hopefully there won’t be a next time.” His eyes squint face lowering to yours. He blinks twice before his blues widen.

“Have you… been crying?” Your eyes must still be puffy red.

“No?” His nose is just a hairs’ width away from yours.

“You better not be lying. Lying to your Oyabun has serious consequences.” Abruptly he stands up. “And you’re mine now. You can’t lie to me.” His hair bobs as he nods and removes his dripping suit jacket. Once again the black koi surfaces across the spanse of his muscular back.

“I’m…” You shouldn’t be asking, but he must mean this in some other way, right? “Yours?”

“Daichi told me to watch you,” He says dumbly. Well, If that’s all he means, it shouldn’t be bad. You’re going to ignore how his head turns slightly to look and that the lights that glint off his eyes menacingly. “You're part of the family now. My family” A slimy feeling crawls up your back at his words, not for the first time.

“What does that mean?”

“Talking back to your Oyabun has consequences.” It hangs over your head, his words and your next ones clashing in your mind before deciding on,

“Same can be said for thinking you’re Oyabun.” It’s a much less dangerous thing to say, now that you know you’re safe and he’s just a strange person.

“I will be Oyabun, and you’re part of my family. You already have to do what I say.” He’s scared you enough, he’s not going to do anything and you’re not even sure he can with patrons of the gambling den so near. You take a breath and steady yourself though you aren’t even nervous and without thinking-

“I’m not some part of your fucking yakuza family!” Your palm makes harsh contact on his cheek. He was just trying to scare you earlier. You turn aside as he stands still as a leaf in water. Clasping your hands together you wait trying not to think about the fact that you just slapped a yakuza. He turns slowly, wide eyes a lighter blue than you had originally thought.

“Do it again.” A large hand rubs at his red cheek. “Please?” Kageyama cocks his head to the side, hand still over his red cheek. You’re rooted to the ground, standing still, you're not going to move even if he said he wants you to hit him again.

“If you won’t do it, I will.” He removes his hand from his cheek, and makes a fist before stopping. “You had an open palm.” All four fingers of his left hand splay open as he inches towards you with confident steps. “It felt so nice to be touched by someone again.” Eyes like the Starry Night glare down while his face holds the least unsettling smile you’ve seen from him. You can’t do anything against a member of the yakuza, and the important thing about the yakuza floods back into your mind: the man with silver hair had a gun, why shouldn’t he?. You stand still as a statue, you will not flinch, you will not cry. He’s right in front of you, and you stare defiantly into his eyes as he stares right back. There is nothing to say and both of you are waiting for the first blow.

It lands.

Hard, right on your cheek and the sting is so much but so little compared to the gun that could’ve put a hole in your head. Your head is pushed to the side by force before you snap it back to look into his eyes.

“It doesn’t feel the same…” He mutters the words. “Maybe if you-”

“I’m not going to do anything you want me to.”

“Fine. I’ll try again.” And the hand connects with your cheek once again. If the first stung, the second was like a stab. Cold and sharp and the feeling staying much longer than you’d hope. Kageyama looks at you, whose face is still utterly defiant and pointed towards him. Though the red welt on your cheek is far more noticeable, he seems to be looking at your eyes.

“Shit.” It’s a quiet utterance, but he sounds mildly put out. “It’s not gonna work unless you touch me.”

“No.”

“Either you touch me and I figure out why I get this weird pit around you. Or,” And he seems to have to think for a second about his phrasing. You think you hear a ‘can’t blow her brains out.’ “Or I give you to Oikawa.”

“Oikawa?” And you know this is a bad idea, you’re standing up to a Yakuza for fucks sake. “Oikawa just gets people to pay their protection tax. Hell, he’d clear my debt.”

“He’s the guy who has the top joint of my pinky, you don’t wanna be given to him, trust me.”

“Oikawa has a soft spot for women, he’d clear my debt and let me go.”

“He had me bring in any woman I found.” Oh. “A lot of them lived where he used to spend a lot of time. Called them prostitutes?” Oh no. “I think Oikawa would be happy to see you. Suga always says to try and make things better between our families.” He’s not going to get to you like this, you’ve seen Oikawa around - talked to him. The most harm he’d ever cause is when someone harassed a woman. Knowing this yakuza, he’s probably trying to scare you again.

“You’re lying. Oikawa helps women on the streets. I heard he even set up a safe house!” Oikawa would never do anything like what Kageyama said he would. He wouldn't!

“He called it a brothel.” He wouldn’t he wouldn’t. Oikawa always said to go to him if you needed help - he did.

“Oikawa wouldn’t do that! Not to me, not to anyone!” He wouldn’t he wouldn’t he wouldn’t.

“Shut up!” Deep unexplored, ocean blue eyes churn as the yell falls upon your ears..

“Oikawa wouldn’t do that! He’s kind and he’s helpful!” You’re advancing so much closer to him, letting your guard fall.

“You’ll shut the fuck up if you know what’s good for you.” His hand is gathering in a fist again, skin straining against his rapidly whitening knuckles

“No I won’t! Because Oikawa would only ever take care of a woman and treat her much better! You’re making up blatant lies to ma-” The blow lands hard on your stomach, and you stumble back on shaky feet, tripping over themselves as you try to stay upright.

“He called your “Safehouse” a brothel. He kept women there, they smiled after enough time. I won’t fucking hesitate to give you to him too.” You fall over as he speaks, air being beat from your lungs as you fall flat on your back. Even while you’re gasping for breath he continues.

“The guys call it a horrible, shitty place and I don’t wanna send you to Oikawa, he’s a shitheel. But you’ve gotta fucking learn to listen - and Oikawa always made sure they did.” But Oikawa wouldn’t - he told you that you were safe with him and his people, that they were the good kind of yakuza.

“He’s not like that.” It sounds hollow to the both of you.

“Just listen to me dammit!” His large hand is tangled in your hair, threatening to beat your head into the floor. “I’m trying not to send-” The agonizing feeling of hairs being pulled from your scalp forces you to blink back tears. You yell at him again anyway.

“You just wanna see me as a prostitute!” And your voice doesn’t break but you can feel the tug of your vocal chords pulling on your eyes.

“Maybe.” It’s strange that his eyebrows furrow at your words but his grip on your hair tightens. “I wouldn’t have to threaten if you listen and touch me.”

“I shouldn’t have to if I don’t want to!” The wet tears that might’ve shed earlier are replaced with dry anger.

“It doesn’t matter what you want. Your Oyabun told you, that should be enough.” He yanks your head up by your hair, a few strands ripping right out of your scalp with a sharp pain. “Touch me.” The pain is splitting in your head, on your cheeks, in the breath that you're still trying to regain. “I said, touch me!” And he drops you. Weight held up by Kageyama comes crashing down onto the carpeted floor and you with it. He growls, sound deep in his throat as he makes another threat.

“Fuck, I’ll even give you to the Ushijimas’ to use as target practice if you aren’t obedient. How’d you like to be shot full of holes? That better than touching me?” The words come out in a harsh jumble, spilling from his mouth like a bitter wine. “Do it. Touch me before I stop being nice and kill you myself.” This time it's a kick to your back. “Then someone from your precious family will pay your debt.”

“How do you-”

“I make it a point to know my future family members.” He gives you an uncomfortable smile, mouth curling up as eyes don’t shift from their stoic glare. He steps even closer, hand rising once again to make you flinch but it doesn’t stop rising as he squeezes your neck harshly. “C’mon, get my hands off your neck! Pry me off of you!”

“N..” Air is fleeing your collapsing lungs, “O” It takes all the willpower in your body to fight against the muscles in your shoulders that want to lift your arm and the tendons that control your fingers to curl around his wrist and tug. Kageyama snarls as he frees your throat. His hands reach behind him and he must have a gun. He’s threatened to shoot. His hand moves so slowly, fingers curling around something behind his back. The black of his suit jacket reflects the all too bright light, cheers and beeps of the slots muffled by thick walls. The blunt pain throbbing in your face, on your stomach. The sharp intakes of breath sending stabs of pain to your lungs and the man with dark black hair and dark blue eyes keeps his hand behind his back, his left hand tugging on his suit jacket. He’s getting the gun, it’s in the back of his pants. You feel the familiar, cold prick of tears at the back of your eyes, that only intensifies as you he squats down and you flinch softly.

“C’mon,” His hand is still behind his back “Touch me.” You don’t want to die. You don’t want anyone to bear your debt. You suck in a deep breath, heavy weight forming in your chest as you reach out your hand towards his face. He inhales a tight breath, cheek twitching as your palm inches closer and closer. When just a finger finally grazes his cheek he flinches away from it and the weight inside you gets heavier. You didn’t do what he wanted.

You fucked it up.

You clamp your eyes shut. Slowly - what’ll he do if you move too quickly - you begin to drag your fingers from his cheek, rough with the smallest starts of stubble. He raises his hand with four fingers to keep yours on his cheek, trapping your palm against his clammy hand and rough chin. He exhales a shaky breath, his black-blue eyes closing and head nuzzling into your hand.

Softly feeding from the hand that bit.

“Thank you,” Your eyes are wide open as you stare at his features seeming so soft in comparison to his sharp, metallic anger. He murmurs softly into your palm. “It feels... nice when you touch me.” It’s such a stark contrast from the roaring, growling man threatening to force you into prostitution. The Kageyama who’s in front of you is smiling gently while his hand - though chilled and rough - is gentle against the back of your hand. It’s too much, one blink and tears start to fall. A hiccup erupts from your mouth which you shut as soon as he pokes an eye open. Whimpers based in the bottom of your sore throat start to strain against your closed mouth. His smile widens, growing into that uncomfortable smirk with lips stretched too thin.

“Fuck, you’re such a pretty crier, y’know that?” Kageyama groans the words staring at your face, still in the palm of your hand. “It makes me hard.” As if to emphasize his point, he jerks your hand downward, to the bulge in his suit pants.

“I - Kageyama I’m here to pay off a debt,”

“Yeah, you are.” He grinds his clothed hard-on into your palm. “You’re here to do whatever I tell you to. And I said-” The back of his hand brushes against your palm as it reaches to pull at the zipper of his pants. The grip around your wrist tightens as he drags your hand down. “Touch me.” and slowly your fingers curl around the length that was pulled from his pants.

“Good girl.” He snarls the words as his fingers ghost over your clothed sex, thin panties doing little to dull the strangely gentle caress of his four fingers. He pushes the fabric aside quickly and though you’re completely dry, shoves a finger into your tight cunny.

“Haven’t touched… anyone,” He groans as your hand stays deathly still on his cock. “Like this.” He thrusts his finger into you again. Beads of precum drip from his cock onto the back of your hand.

“Stop… please,” He smiles at your watery eyes. “It doesn’t feel good…” It feels like someone breaking your trust. How could you have trusted a yakuza?

“I’ll make it feel good.” He was going to leave you alone. He was going to leave you alone. A fat tear rolls down your face. Kageyama’s lips curl into another smirk as he pumps his fingers just a little faster.

“Is this what Oikawa meant when he said I’d have trouble ‘fingering’?” He says it to himself more than to you. “Cause I don’t think I’m having much trouble.” He wasn’t going to do anything. A small scream falls from your mouth as you think — you did this to yourself. You slapped him and now… Your hold on his cock tightens. You wish you could say it was in anger rather than for the sparks flying through your body. “Stop closing your eyes.” He huffs. “Makes it seem like you’re not enjoying it.”

You aren’t. You aren’t fucking enjoying it. The way he stares at you, leering at your misty eyes and dripping nose. The way he’s got his fingers stuffed inside you. The way he has your hand wrapped around his dick. It’s much easier to think this is some dream. To pretend your breath isn’t quickening or this is just some fucked up fantasy you’d never want to be real. But it is. And the gasp you let out when you feel your pussy clench - that’s real too.

“Sounds like you do. Feels like you do. Tightening around my fingers like that?” He chuckles darkly to himself before barking, “Dumb whore! Move your hand!” Immediately you release your grip on his cock.

“Not like that.” He glares at you and uses his free hand to grab your wrist once more. Harshly, he tugs it to his mouth and spits onto your palm. “Stroke my cock.” Once more, he shoves your hand down, saliva dripping from your palm to the couch and his bare legs. He hisses at the feeling of your hand, moans as you pump your fist. “Keep doing that.” You nod, mouth parting to gasp only for tears to fall in.

“Holy shit.” His fingers curl inside you, his cock twitches harshly in your hand. His arms woven with ink, flex as his right hand curls into a fist slowly unclenching - rising. All too late, do you notice his fingers lacing themselves around your neck pushing you down, down into the cushions. You can still breathe, he’s not meaning to choke you yet. Your head is still, and that is enough, his face inching ever closer, blue eyes blown wide - mouth parting just so slightly. His face growing closer with each second that makes your brain tick with dread.

“So fuckin pretty….” He sighs quietly. “Bet your tears even taste good.” His mouth presses to yours. He wastes no time shoving his tongue inside. It’s sloppy - like you’d’ve expected, salty saliva spilling from the corners of your lips as he drags his long, rough fingers slowly from your cunt. You whine through spit and sob as the feeling of fullness is taken from you. (though you’ve felt empty this whole time) Your hips roll on their own, grazing against his knuckle. Your cunt weeps at one final touch before you're stuck humping nothing.

“You're wet enough right?” Breathless, he pulls away from your mouth, lips pink, swollen and parted, his cheeks flushed a dark shade of cherry. He looks from your eyes to his fingers to the hand around your neck. “You better be after all that crying. My pathetic little crybaby, so wet for my cock.”

You wish you could spit in his face, wish you could scream. But all that can escape your lips are soft moans, little whines at the loss of his fingers. “Please” dances on the tip of your tongue, pirouetting its way through your teeth and tapping at your lips.

“God…” His cock pokes at your entrance. “You’re so warm…” It’s hard to ignore as he presses in, pushing against your walls so firmly, warmth making your hips roll to meet his cock as it buries deeper inside you. Your hand had been moved a long time ago - or just recently, it’s hard to tell, hard to remember. Or have you already forgotten? Still coated in spit and precum, it rests on his chest, over one of his many tattoos, you slide it upwards to his shoulder. Watching as the spit leaves a trail over his body. Pretending like it’s just water. Your eyes gloss over the forced extravagance of your prison. The ceiling is in between - the sky. Some say heaven. And your sullied hand raises to pull for the sky. When was the last time you’d seen the moon. Surely only hours ago. A rough thrust and something loud echoes in the room. You can barely hear it over the dry crust on your hand. Reaching for the above as your beaten body is defiled. For a second you can feel it, the clouds of the sky.

The sky disappears too as you’re dragged back down to earth by long fingers that squeeze more harshly at your neck. Suddenly only the constricting of his fingers on your windpipe and your pussy on his fat cock are present in your mind. Pleasure and fear hazing together in your mind to create nothing more than blank sight in your eyes and sparks running from your legs to your brain. Your hands continue to tighten around his wrist, pulling harshly as he continues to squeeze and squeeze at your throat.

“You gonna cum?” He continues, picking up his pace and pushing you further into the sofa. You try to shake your head, despite the tightening in your stomach,

“No Kagey-” He looks up from where he’d been pounding into your sloppy cunt, cock shoved right against your cervix, throbbing hashly while he raises his other hand to give a harsh slap to your cheek.

“What do you call me?”

“O-o” You can barely breath and the cock inside of you is so hot. The stinging against your cheek feels so good in the fog of shallow breath and fullness that you can’t help but moan at - when he adjusts his angle and turns you around, pushing your face into the cushions and ass in the air.

“Oyabun,” You can’t help the way your voice breaks as you sob and Kageyama once again starts to move.

“Fuck I feel powerful when you cry.” If only every word didn’t make you wail even louder.

“That’s a good girl, keep crying.” You shove your face further into the cushions, tears soaking into the fabric.

“Please,” You don’t sound like yourself. You already sound broken and halfway gone. “Just cum.” Anything — fucking anything to just end this.

Kageyama just groans behind you as the nauseating pleasure continues. Balls slapping against your clit, friction building slowly as you moan through every thrust unable to keep from feeling every tiny twitch of his cock, every vein sliding against the walls of your cunt.

“Fuck fuck fuck! I want you—” He lets out a loud shaky breath as years of frustration paint your walls.

Breathing heavily with his hands planted firmly on your hips bruisingly tight, he holds you against him. Even fuller than before — with your womb filled with his cum. His hold on your hips releases so gently before he puts a hand on your ass, rubbing it softly, stopping occasionally to squeeze lightly at the flesh. You whimper softly, “Please, no more.” He ignores you, or perhaps he didn’t hear, coming off of his first orgasm. His hands find your hips once more, far gentler than before as he speaks with labored breath.

“Everyone better’ve heard you moaning.” Slowly he begins to pull out, inch after painful inch slowly exiting your sore cunt. He slaps you again, right on your ass. You’re too sore, too used to the point of breakage to cry at the pain (or is it pleasure?) “I’m your Oyabun, they better know that.” The zip of his pants coincides with the cheering for a point in the game that’s still playing. He sits next to your fucked out body on the sofa, and rubs one hand over the still sensitive part of your ass before quickly running his hand over your spine, shoulder blades and neck, settling in your hair. His fingers stay there, nails grazing gently against your scalp. His fingers linger for a minute before he pulls your body up and into his side, propping your head against his shoulder. You stare blankly ahead, eyes glazed with tears and cum dripping from your abused pussy onto the sofa. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you as close as he can, both of you breathing heavily. Kageyama seems to recover his breath quicker than you, as his slows and steadies — head falling against your crown with tiny, quiet snores coming from his chest. Half clothed, sore and exhausted you breath in the smell of the room, barely registering the feeling of cum dripping from your cunt. Hardly noticeable with the sound of snores and the feel of a body pressed against yours. Fat, raindropped tears roll down your cheeks. And instead of your wish to pull away, to leave this room — you cannot. What would happen to your family, to you? Would the man who beat you really let you pull away from him even in his sleep?

No.

So you settle into his side, raise a hand to rest over his tattoos and wait. Eyes wide open.

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He wakes up about thirty minutes later - pats your head - dresses and runs out of the door without a word. You're too catatonic, still on the couch, still watching men play volleyball on the television. You watch him leave, tension held in your shoulders melting — unlike the candle on the table. Realistically, it's probably thirty minutes that he’s out of the room but it feels like only a few seconds. Time flies when you're having fun. He returns with a bottle of water and a bowl of something that smells wonderfully of spices and cooked pork. He sets both water and bowl on the glass coffee table. He’s gotten one spoon and he sits next to you on the sofa, pulling your legs onto his lap, jerkily giving a message to your thighs that only serves to renew tension in your body. He continues for a few seconds, delicate hands hardened with callouses knead into the flesh before abruptly stopping and leaning forward. He picks up the bowl and lifts the spoon, a small drop of liquid spills.

“I don’t know your favorite yet so I got you mine.” He waits, watching your lips tremble. Your jaw falls and even if you were to speak, you're not allowed to. He shoves the spoon in and waits for your mouth to close. He sits there for a minute. He’s staring at you again and instead of wiping a tear from your cheek, closes your mouth with a delicate touch. You begin to chew slowly, staring straight ahead of you. The sound of volleyball fills your ears and Kageyama doesn’t speak for ten whole minutes, only feeding you curry and closing your mouth when you cannot. It’s peaceful. Even as you're naked and Kageyama is shirtless again. He takes his time making you finish your meal. Only watching set after set of volleyball on the screen.

“You like volleyball?” The hand that has settled back onto your thigh rests softly - so different to the way he was beating you before - moves to where your neck meets your shoulder. “My grandfather was a coach.” One more bite and you’re done. “I think he was gonna teach me before he died.” The match on the screen ends, shifting to commentary and Kageyama opens the bottle of water. “Let me know what you like to eat, okay? I’ll make sure to get it next time.” He brings the bottle to your lips without any sudden movements and steady hands, and with his other he takes your chin and holds you in the most gentle grip you’ve ever felt. He rubs the bottom of your jaw line, easing your mouth open once more and presses his lips softly to your temple before tilting the water back.

“You’re such a pretty crier,” He pulls the bottle away and kisses the corner of your mouth, the slight stubble on his cheek grazing against your cheek. “When I’m Oyabun, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of, okay?” He sets the plastic water bottle down and pushes your legs from his lap. He rises from the cushions only to sink between your thighs. “Just do what you’re told and I won’t have to do - this -” He presses two fingers onto the forming bruise at your stomach. “again.” He parts your sore legs.

“So will you be my good little crybaby?”

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