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The Longest Devout Believers (Yandere!SAGAU Various/Reader)

A/n: This is just a small side story/prequel from around 400 years ago. I couldn't add it anywhere else in chapter 1 so here's the prequel!! Lumine best girl.

Happy birthday Ayaka/2nd-anniversary Genshin!!!

Characters present in this chapter: (Main Focus) Abyss!Lumine, Dainsleif, and Venti (Briefly Mentioned) Kaeya, Traveler!Aether, Zhongli

CW: yandere self-aware genshin au, "impostor" reader, violence (won't go so far and say "gore", but there's mentions of blood)

Unreliable Synopsis: Your travel companions are a lot more feral than you suspected.

Hysteric Humanoid:

Side Story I (You are here)

Next Chapter

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"When men encounter enemies in the fight, a robust heart is better than a sharp sword."

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[??? YEARS AGO]

It was a rough day, again.

You tuck your face between your thighs. It can't be helped that their comments had effectively spoiled your mood for the rest of the day. You're too "soft". They eagerly threw insults and threats into the breeze since the country of freedom does not limit one's speech. You were positive that if your companions had left you to experience Ludi Harpastum alone, they would not have stopped at just hurling rotting tomatoes.

Lumine took off your azure glasses and linked your fingers in hers.

"(Player Name)..." She whispered, her bright eyes meeting yours. Lumine never once shied away after being caught gazing in your general direction, nor did she once make you feel alienated for having Khaenri'ahn eyes.

You blushed as she kissed your fingertips.

"There are no fakes, no clones, no frauds– you are The Creator. Rhinedottir stole your consciousness and dragged you into our world. You brought us life."

"But..." You bit your bottom lip.

"I didn't... My earliest memories were of me downloading some resource data and verifying file integrity. I just played this game before, and that's it. If I were The Creator, my earliest memory would've been of me creating the soil– or making a new life. I... I can't even summon the elements like you d–"

"But you can control gravity, can't you?" She wiped the single tear that escaped your eye. "I could be your elemental progenitor, just use me as much as you wish."

She invested too much blind faith in you.

You're not The Creator. Why does she insist on telling such a sloppy lie?

She's delusional.

Lumine laughed shallowly as she brushed her lips against your cheek. You're used to this by now. She always sounds like she's on the verge of laughing when teasing you. You squeaked until she pulled you close to her body into a tight hug. Hesitantly, you leaned your head on her shoulder.

Her eyes darkened the moment you turned to look the other way.

Lumine will kill every last one of them. The traveler did not tell you, but she will. Her best weapon would be unscathed, but it didn't mean she couldn't employ a duller, more agonizing blade. She'll flay their skin and hang their heads from the festival ropes, ecstatic at the blood that drenches Mondstadt's concrete floors.

She will come back.

You pulled away.

"Besides, (Player Name), that doesn't matter." She grinned from ear to ear. "You're with us now. And we'll have no better blessing than that!"

Lumine yanked you up, removing you from your sulking position.

You frowned. "Aren't you too relaxed about this?"

"Hmm? Not really. On the contrary, you're being too serious about everything." Lumine laughed. "Lighten up. We don't want you getting wrinkles like Dainsleif."

"Like who, exactly?"

"Ah, there you are, Dain." Lumine cheesily wrapped her hands around your waist.

Your face warmed up, and you pried her off, but your attempts were in vain. Dainsleif cleared his throat. He moved away to avoid you getting sandwiched between them, uncomfortable.

"Aww, don't act shy, (Player Name)!"

Lumine pouted at him before she gave you a cheeky butterfly kiss. His eyebrows furrowed, unable to understand her need for physical touch. Dainsleif covered half of his face, despite already wearing a mask. You could tell he was feeling embarrassed by her actions.

She secretly shot him a dirty look.

Lumine knows what she's doing.

And Dainsleif won't be provoked so easily.

"(Player Name) here was just talking about you! They said they wanted to meet Andrius."

You gave her a look that says "no, I didn't." and she shot you back with a "yes, you did."

It's not as if it matters. You can't help but be enchanted. Lumine assigns the majority of your destinations; she simply created a scapegoat in case her strategy fails. Besides, your knight doesn't have the guts to blame you for anything. You were virtually pampered under his watchful eye before Lumine joined the party. Only the traveler is capable of questioning and dismantling his overprotectiveness.

Dainsleif sighed as he pinched his nose. In times like these, his ironclad duties take precedence over her chaotic desires, insipid and unpaid they may be.

Despite lacking any attractive aspects, you value how he conveyed his dissatisfaction still. Based on what you recall from “the game”, he will barely smile and appear on guard around the protagonist in the future. The Dainsleif who swore an oath by your side is a lot more loose and expressive.

He acted so differently when you recalled The Creator's future insights. The future Dainsleif you saw was cold, calculating, and most of all bitter. His smile was nearly extinct. That Dainsleif looked overworked and numb.

You worry that something worse than losing Khaenri'ah will happen that would extinguish his emotions...

You snapped out of your train of thought as you heard Dainsleif groan, annoyed.

"We cannot afford to waste time in Mondstadt." He said.

Lumine huffed.

"But I'm sure Andrius wouldn't mind meeting some travelers."

Actually, he would. If The Creator's insights are anything to go by, he hates humans. Even more so a traveling human.

"But the nobles would," Dainsleif muttered.

"What if they wouldn't?"

"They surely would–"

"The Clans have nothing to do with Wolvendom–"

"We're still in enemy territory–"

"Stop speaking over each other." Your hands chopped them both on top of their heads. They stared at you fondly as if you were an annoyed little kid, which worsened your exasperation.

You exhaled deeply, wearing your azure glasses back. "I get it, I get it. Now, would you both do me a solid and just be quiet for once?"

It should take another three or four centuries before the "game" begins. Your comprehension of this world's timeline is muddled, yet you know of the protagonist's– Aether’s– fate in the future. When their squabbling becomes unbearable, you console yourself by thinking that they'll "split up" in a few hundred years... Admittedly, that timeframe isn't helpful, but at least they're doomed to battle in the future. They just don't realize it yet.

“Of course, My Lord.”

"Y-Yes, Your Grace."

—------

The destination took a detour from Liyue harbor to Wolvendom effectively under your command.

Wolvendom was nothing like you pictured it to be. According to The Creator, this is where they brought Aether to meet Razor, the wolf boy. The former should be sleeping, and the latter would not exist for generations. Nonetheless, Wolvendom appears somehow more lustrous and green at the present moment. The wolves also make little effort to conceal their fur from strangers. They were more confident and comfortable, and these two things were not mutually exclusive.

So, the riftwolves haven't made their way to Mondstadt yet.

'Hmm, it would appear so, ███.'

You flinched, but neither Dainsleif nor Lumine seemed to notice. The breeze blew and murmured something of great importance. You will not dismiss it.

You stopped walking and listened closely.

While the smaller animals frolicked in the woods, the wind swept through and ruffled the trees' leaves. It's not harmonious or loud, but it still talked in one weighty riddle. It called out a name— it called out to you. And it's a message that only you can hear.

They both immediately sensed that their collective footsteps got a tad bit quieter and turned to look at you.

"I finally remembered."

Dainsleif looked down on Lumine, visibly perplexed. She shrugged in return.

"Remembered what, (Player Name)?"

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

They did not bother hiding their confusion. Dainsleif removed his glove and pressed the back of his palm against your forehead. Judging by how he looked “concerned” at your lack of temperature, you were probably fine. You glared at him, offended.

"Who's that?" Lumine asked.

"Thank you for asking like a normal person and not checking if I have a fever." You sent him a snarky retort, which made Lumine snort.

Dainsleif's nose scrunched. "I'm your vassal. It is my duty to see to it that you remain healthy and unharmed."

Sounds exactly like him. He's the type that might apologize but never changes his mind.

You both ignored him.

The wind blew and spoke that name.

(Y/n) (L/n).

"It's my real name."

You gazed at them in sheer reluctance, hoping for them to either encourage you or admonish your claims. There's no evidence for you to back it up. But you know that it had to be your name– no one else's. It came back to you after 100 years.

"I am (Y/n) (L/n). That's... my name. Not (Player Name)." You gulped. "Do... Do you trust me?"

The two went silent.

“(Y/n)...”

You watched nervously as the two contemplated. You'd like for them to say a word, or hand out a soft argument against your claim– but nothing like that happened.

Dainsleif closed his eyes and tested your name again.

“(Y/n)... (Y/n). (Y/n). (Y/n).”

He glanced at you before quickly looking away, his ears all red. Dain cleared his throat, readjusting his tight collar. His eyebrows furrowed. He behaved like a pup backed into a corner, looking at you as if he's begging to be released.

“A-Am I saying that right, My Lord?”

… Surprisingly cute.

Your name sounded wonderful when it came out of his lips.

You grabbed his hands.

“Can you say Fuufuu Mujimuji Daruma next?" You asked eagerly. Your eyes practically sparkled while you stared in amazement.

It was too much for him to bear. Dainsleif leaned back, pressing the back of his palm against his cheek.

"... What?"

You winced, still smiling. "Ah, right. That joke was too advanced. I'll ask again in the future once you meet that little ninja."

Neither of them seemed to question what you were babbling about. You frequently foreshadow people and events that have yet to materialize.

But Lumine wanted your attention too.

“My turn.” Lumine beamed, pushing Dainsleif aside, which made him glare pettily.

“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)!”

Your heart melted.

You did not expect them to eagerly call you by your name. Your lips formed a big stupid grin.

They accepted your real name.

You worried over nothing.

“Oh wow. What a marvelous job. Do you want a gold star?” You teased.

Lumine giggled and confidently puffed her chest out. “No thanks, I’m already a gold star.”

You laughed again while Dainsleif rolled his eyes.

She’s not wrong though; she is a five-star character. Probably a 10/10 person too. If The Creator's future memories (as much of an oxymoron that is) are to be trusted, then the twins descended to Teyvat as luminescent stars too. Whoever catches her eye would be lucky to have her, but you wanted her to know that.

You shrugged half-heartedly. “That’s right. You’re a catch, my fr–”

You wanted today to end on a positive note, but the blood that gushed out of your arm said otherwise.

"NGH!!!"

No matter the place or century, there is never a night without its dangers. You limped backward.

Your knees buckled immediately as the icicle stabbed through you. Dain gasped and immediately crouched to shield you.

The three of you turned to look at the creature lurking behind the dusty woods.

It was a cryo abyss mage.

It waved its staff and danced proudly.

"Found you, impostor!"

You gazed at your fresh wound, shocked. Not because of how it felt, but how it looked. Blood seeped out into the open air, and it was mesmerizing.

Your blood always looked mesmerizing. Like pixels.

"(P– (Y/N)!!!"

Dainsleif's guilt-ridden face snapped you out of your trance. His eyes narrowed.

For him, it’s just an abyss mage. For him, this wound was just unacceptable.

Perhaps if the enemy were a larger threat, he wouldn't beat himself up badly. Scratch that, yes, yes he still would. He had been a capable knight for centuries, but he couldn't believe he let his lord get injured over a barely-lethal opponent.

The twilight sword pulled you behind him. His grip on your hand was unusually tight. You wanted to reassure him that you're okay and he did well, that this was the first time in years that you got wounded, but doing that will damage his pride.

Dainsleif never once failed to protect you until now.

Thus, Lumine took the lead.

She jabbed the mage with the hilt of her sword, effectively removing its mask, before slashing it down in one fell swoop.

"GAAHHHHH!!!"

It was over, but she didn't stop there.

Lumine repeatedly stabbed it, and the abyss mage's muted screams weigh heavily on your mind. Her expression was clouded by an emotion you were unaware of. It cried until it couldn't breathe. But Lumine didn't give in. She continued to mutilate the body, almost as if she wanted you to remember the sound of tearing flesh with each stab.

This was the first time you'd heard her innocent giggles amidst a terrifying scene.

Lumine tugged and pulled out the pathetic mage's flesh. In each drag, she recklessly weeds out its bloodstained fur. The blonde traveler giggled softly. She was not grinning wide, but you have to be blind not to see the out-of-place gentle smile on her visage. The traveler did not flinch once whenever her opponent's cries grew louder and strained– but the intensity of her stabs weighed heavier and heavier until you could hear her sword tear through the dirt underneath. You can't believe she finds this amusing.

"S-stop..."

She picked up its head. You closed your eyes, but you know all too well that it wasn't the sound of crushed Jueyun Chilis you heard. It was the abyss mage's skull.

The mage's final screams will be all that you'll dream of tonight.

Lumine continued slamming its head against the ground, pulverizing it as she saw fit.

Your heart dropped. Remembering how this abyss mage used to be human.

Used to be Khaenriah'n.

"S-Stop!" You shook, mortified. "Please stop! They're already dead!"

You stumbled over your pleas before Dainsleif softly squeeze your hand. You jerked up and opened your eyes. He accidentally sent you a jaded look, which made you realize that this was not Lumine's first time doing something graphic.

Lumine frowned, before thrusting her sword deep into its chest one final time.

You've never seen her sharpen a sword before. Every stab must have been excruciating.

"Oh. Sorry that you had to see that, (Pl– (Y/n)."

You swallowed unevenly, unable to tear your gaze away from the corpse. You could no longer recognize your assailant at the sight of its mangled insides.

Dainsleif guided your chin up before cloaking the corpse with his power. He didn't want his Lord to view a distressing sight.

You staggered drearily closer to Lumine.

"...You're only sorry that I saw it?"

Lumine nodded. "Of course. Why would I apologize to the enemy?"

She stood in front of you, wearing the smeared blood of her victim on her hands and feet. You flinched as she cupped your face with her cleaner hand. Her gaze softened, remorseful.

Lumine looked at you with eyes that said you're acting hysterical again.

You hated that look. You hated how she stared at you with condescending sympathy.

“Your Grace, we had to send a message. We couldn’t let those foul beasts get any more strange ideas.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill.

"But–"

"Drop it, My Lord," Dainsleif whispered. "Just forget about it. Please, allow us to patch your wound first."

You couldn't. Not after seeing the eyeless flesh that your "kind" companion stabbed with abandon. Dain’s words were not a threat, but a considerate warning, and that is precisely what made it worse.

That abyss mage used to be one of your people.

They're no longer human, but that doesn't erase the fact they used to be one.

What would their family think? How would they feel if they found out their father or son got torn to shreds by Lumine?

The Abyss Order's future leader?

"It's just that in The Creator's– my future knowledge, Lumine will lead the Ab–." You rambled shakily, loud enough for both of them to hear. "I don't– it's– I– I'm sorry."

Lumine flinched, slowly processing what you said. "... I'll join the abyss?"

You pretended not to hear her.

Dainsleif busied himself with cleaning your wound. His skill in mixing alcoholic drinks translates well with his repertoire of concocting medicine. You didn't react as the alcohol singes pain in your arm.

Your blood was strangely cube-like, but he reassured you that it was normal. You've never seen Lumine or Dain bleed before and you're not selfish enough to hurt them just to sate your curiosity.

After that, Dainsleif knelt, facing the ground ashamed.

He didn't let go of your hand.

"My Lord– please forgive me. I had been inadequate."

You pretended not to hear him too.

There’s no time to act pathetic. Thanks to Lumine’s little maneuver, you’ll have to spend the night in Wolvendom.

You took a deep, shaky breath.

“B-Both of you scout the area while I patch myself up. We’ll camp here for tonight.”

Dainsleif looked up, silently hurt and confused.

You hesitantly pulled his hand away. "Lumine, I'm sorry that I keep bothering you, but before you go can you put up a geo construct… just in case?"

"Of course! (Y/n)–" she savored how your name rolls naturally off her tongue. "There is no such thing as too much trouble if you're the one asking."

You noticed how Dainsleif's somber eyes never left you while Lumine effortlessly spiked the earth's crust with her heel.

"I'll be safer here." You motioned to the barrier. "Lumine's talents never failed us."

Dainsleif stiffened at your reckless choice of words.

Lumine never failed you, and he did.

He clenched his fists behind his back.

"...Do you no longer trust my services, my Lord?" Dain asked as emotionlessly as he could muster.

You smiled.

"Be sure to accompany her, Dainsleif."

That reply did nothing to soothe his heavy heart.

—------

Wolvendom is far more desirable than old Mond's bustling streets and the wolves provided better company. For reasons unknown, seelies and animals were more hospitable and kinder than the humans you’ve met when you embarked on this long journey. Just what do these creatures see in you?

You patted the bunny that snuggled up in your sleeves with your uninjured hand. It slept comfortably, its white fur brushing over your thighs.

The rabbit did not deserve your stern gaze. It's not its fault that it was born with white fur, but the color reminds you of the scene that occurred moments prior.

How easy would it be to tear this rabbit's fur apart too?

You trembled.

Definitely not easy enough to grab fistfuls of it in one go as Lumine did.

But she did all that for survival, right?

It's selfish for you to impose your moral compass in a dire situation. "One of us has to go", and Lumine was kind enough to ensure that it won't be you.

An empty chuckle escaped your lips.

You lie to yourself that it was a reasonable thing to do. Traveling with the two made you a "full-fledged self-gaslighter", you could let this one slide too, can't you? It's not as if Lumine is some sort of villainess– everything she did was for you. Dainsleif even stopped you from interrupting, and you trust that he's more level-headed than you are. You shouldn't worry your little head about it anymore.

"I'm just gonna skip the city and ask how are you enjoying Wolvendom so far, Your Grace?"

You jolted and looked to where the voice came from. The rabbit unfortunately ran away.

When you looked up, a well-dressed man graced you with his presence.

Should the winged man that perched on top of that giant tree be none other than Mondstadt's archon, then it's obvious why he wouldn't inquire about your experience with his country. He appeared different from how he would casually dress up. With a white robe draped across his waist and a large hood covering his eyes, you could easily overlook his obsession with alcohol.

He flew down and took your arm gently.

"Did you know that rabbits are symbols of spring and fertility in Mondstadt? Hehe, it's mating season right now– their honking noises are keeping me up all night." He said. "Oh, but I guess it's creepy for me to talk about this while holding your hand, huh?

You gulped.

"Venti–" You yelped. "I mean!– Lord Barbatos–"

"Ah-ah-ah! No need to change it, Your Grace! In fact, please don't call me Lord. I'm your most loyal acolyte!" Barbartos chortled. "Calling me by my future fake name, huh? Well– I guess those years were more exciting than the present, so I can't blame ya!"

... Acolyte?

In one swift motion, he removed the bandage and the wound began to heal. His methods were more effective than Dainsleif's vulneraries, yet your eyes did not deter its focus on him.

You thought it was the forest calling you earlier, but maybe it was him.

"You… You know what happens in the future?"

Barbatos cheekily grinned. "Oho? Did you forget that I know every song, from past, present, and future? Your Grace– I have Chrono vision too. Spoilers: I'm actually your favorite archon!"

You smiled forcefully.

"I see…" You lacked the guts and energy to tell him that you can't recall anything other than what you'd experienced. There's no way for you to say he's wrong about his last claim. Barbatos was aware of this and took advantage of that fact.

His smile widened.

Gotta have a great head start, right?

Dainsleif had warned you about The Archons. His distaste for their traditions and sheeple minds are laced in his words as easy as breathing. Their beliefs are a destructive scourge for Khaenri'ah, and he urged that if you meet one, you have no choice but to flee.

And yet… Barbatos' eyes seemed to be sincere.

"Are you the one who helped me remember my real name?"

He tilted his head.

"... Can't say I know what you're talking about." He lied plainly.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

His eyes darted elsewhere. "Positive, Your Grace."

That response made you wearier.

Is he a skilled liar, or is he telling the truth? Then again, who else would help remind you of what your real name is other than the wind itself? If it wasn't him, then where did that noise come from?

Does that mean you named yourself?

You tried not to think about it anymore. He's not going to answer that question anyways.

"... Why are you calling me Your Grace?"

Barbatos shrugged sarcastically. "Beeecaaause you're The Creator, duh."

"I'm The Creator's impostor." You deadpanned.

"Nope. You're the real deal." Barbatos shrugged. "And no other creator will descend in this world. Surface and otherwise."

"But I’m not The Creator."

"Hmm?" Barbatos paused, propping his chin in the palm of his hand.

"C-Clearly I'm a fake, right?" You said, fumbling over your defense, which was rather difficult when your conversation partner is an archon. "I didn't descend here like some divine God, Rhinedottir made me."

Is that what that foolish woman told you?

Whatever. At least you forgot your contract with Morax because of her.

But this is the price?

Rhinedottir messed up when she stole your eyes– and made you believe you're anything less than perfection. She shouldn't have replaced your pupils with synthetic Khaenri'ahn ones.

Rhinedottir fucked up when she thought she could play God.

Barbatos forced a grin. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be wearing those stupid azure glasses.

"You're not a fake. You're more real than all of us combined. What you are isn't an imposter, Your Grace. You're an outsider."

You curled up.

"That doesn't sound friendlier than an impostor."

"Hmm… Well, I guess so! But have you never wondered why you bleed in the way you do?"

You paused.

That was one of many unanswered questions you've had since you started traveling with Dainsleif and Lumine, but it's hardly proof that bleeding red-black pixels make you The Creator. Besides, Dainsleif said your blood turning into red-black cubes was just the usual chemical process in Rhinedottir's frameworks… and you're too overwhelmed to follow his line of reasoning.

Barbatos sighed.

"If you don't believe me, then you really should travel around Teyvat. Without those two protective idiots, mind you. Get yourself lost in different cultures, learn different songs and proverbs– maybe then you'll be sure that you know the answer yourself."

You deadpanned. "Sounds like some blatant self-advertisement, God of Freedom."

"Ehe, you know it Your Grace~." Barbatos steadied his wings.

"But alas, the wind has returned, and so too will chalk spurn. This spirit is off to greet the next primordial being, wouldn't want a product of Khemia to be seething."

That short poem sounded awful, and the bard was made aware of its poor quality when you visibly cringed. But barfing nonsensical flowery jargon was never the purpose of his poems. Later, you realized what he said.

"Wait, are you leaving already?"

Barbatos ruffled your hair.

"We'll meet again soon! Not soon-soon, but we'll get there eventually." Barbatos snickered. "But when we do, promise me that you'll choose me over the other six, okay?"

He winked.

You laughed humorlessly. "Sure, whatever you say."

"Good!" Barbatos giggled. "I swear I'm not like that old blockhead, but I'll consider this a verbal contract!"

The wind "acolyte" left as quick as it came.

In the end, you decided you won't tell Dainsleif about this encounter.

—---------

"–That's not going to win them over. They don't see us as potential lovers because they trust us too much. If you give them that, they might just start calling you Dadsleif you know~." Lumine snickered.

While you were resting, Lumine and Dainsleif scouted Wolvendom for potential threats. Tons of wolves loitered, but they didn't pose any harm unless approached, and in addition to that, they seem to enjoy Lumine's company. Dainsleif, on the other hand, was a different story. While Lumine spoke with the Wolvendom's inhabitants, the knight stood back and wove the Abyss Mage's "remnants" into something more useful. A scarf.

It's still a work in progress, but Lumine could tell from the neat stitching that Dainsleif desperately wanted you to wear this scarf. He couldn't work with his gloves on, and she saw how swollen his fingers had become. He's been practicing for months, it seems. The old captain rarely wastes time on people with whom he doesn't see a future with, and you're always on his schedule lately.

He cut off the extra thread with his incisor, before wiping his lips.

It's nearly perfect. It's soft and comfortable– it'll surely prove his skills. He can't afford to disappoint yet again. Though, maybe if Lumine didn't senselessly pluck that mage's fur, the scarf would appear more refined.

Learning how to sew helped Dainsleif feign normalcy, in a way.

So much so that he almost forgot that he skinned this fur from his fellow countryman's corpse.

Hah...

Not that it mattered to him.

This person– this abyss mage hurt you.

It should be glad Dain found a purpose in their miserable life.

Dainsleif sat down, not because he was tired, but to have a better conversation. He appears composed, passionate even if you have a good eye for body language. But his starry eyes tell a different story.

There's hardly any sanity in his eyes whenever he thinks about you. No sane man would offer woven Khaenri'ahn hair as a scarf.

Dainsleif is aware of that. He knows that what he's doing is wrong– that he's risking your trust in his mental state once he gives you this scarf.

But if Lumine already crossed that border earlier, why shouldn't he as well?

... Dainsleif couldn't decide.

He believes he's saner than that, and yet...

There's no way you wouldn't appreciate this scarf, right?

"That's probably true, but I'm making this because Lord (Y/n) looked… cold." He didn't like how your hands always felt like ice. "Besides, we shouldn't be romantically attracted to My Lord in the first place."

Dainsleif looked rather upset as he muttered the last part.

He's fine with keeping his feelings to himself. If he couldn't have you, he made peace with being alone.

"Hmm? So you don't like (Y/n)?"

She already knows the answer to that. The two travelers were painfully aware of how Dainsleif had been struggling with how to deal with his "unnecessary" emotions.

Both of them knew they are equally obsessed with you.

Dainsleif sucked air between his teeth.

"... None of that matters."

"Heh. So you just want to play as the martyr? Smart." Lumine smiled, feigning innocence. "Careful, Dain. I might just steal your precious Lord from your hands."

His azure eyes darkened.

"I'll rip you to pieces." He declared in a husky whisper.

Dainsleif's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, suddenly realizing what he just said.

"Forgive me, Lumine– I did not mean it. It's a joke."

His claims were difficult to believe, considering how he's not the first person you'd think about when concerning jokes. Lumine's expression was unchanging, which meant reading her thoughts was out of the question. She paused long before she giggled suspiciously loud.

"Of course. The Creator's best knight wouldn't say something so selfish, after all."

He scoffed and went back to stitching.

They never settled that argument. Both travelers refused to let up on whether or not you're the real Creator. Lumine pressed that you're the real deal whereas Dainsleif turned deaf to her rebuttals. The air thickens whenever Lumine pushes Dain's buttons– and it's worse when it has something to do with you. Deep down, both of them knew that if this question was answered, you will be forced to choose a side.

And there's only one other person besides yourself who wished you were a normal human. It's Dainsleif.

He refused to accept that his life is nothing more than a video game. That's why he will never call you "Your Grace".

Selfish and heretical Dainsleif.

Lumine eyed him closely. Both you and Lumine could tell every emotion on his face after the first 100 years, whether he was sad, happy, or something more hidden and restricted.

But she's different. She tends to be distant despite her extroverted friendliness. Lumine is skilled in getting along with others, but would withdraw the moment they've grown too attached and dependent. Perhaps that exact trait is what will turn her into the Abyss Princess.

And the reason Dainsleif spent the next hundred years learning to be stoic.

"Dain."

He looked up with pursed lips.

"Should we become enemies one day…" Lumine cast her gaze at Wolvendom's colosseum as if awaiting Andrius's appearance instead of stalling for words.

It's a well-known secret that you're a "soft" person– your mental state often threads between a thin rope of either hysteric or unresponsive. The deadline to your friendship may be abundant but it doesn't change that it's numbered. Should Lumine leave your side one day, she only wishes what's best for you...

She laughed weakly.

"Would you still look after (Y/n) for me?"

He already failed you earlier. He doesn’t have the heart to make empty promises, but a little hope won’t do any harm.

Dainsleif smiled bitterly, holding your new scarf against his chest.

The scarf he stitched felt lighter.

As if the scarf never once carried an unnamed Khaenri'ahn's soul.

"Only if they allow it."

Lumine smiled.

But Dainsleif is a liar.

He won't do it for her— he'll do it for himself.

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[??? YEARS LATER]

"Your Grace, can't you humor me just for today— where'd you get that scarf?"

"Hmm? Ah, this? Dai... Someone made it for me."

"It doesn't fit your attire."

You chuckled.

"Love, the point of my getup is that nothing should fit."

"Then what a waste of a perfectly good scarf! Shame, I bet I can pull it off better than you."

"I know. And I know what mind games you're trying to pull. You kept staring at it the moment we first met— that's why I got you this."

"... Your Grace, is that—"

"Your very own handmade scarf sewn by yours truly? Yes, my friend. Happy 21st birthday, Alberich."

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Taglist: @creation-magician, @mitsukashi, @pioreads, @ah-johnny

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volpe-kitsune-red · 7 days

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A taste of you～

Part 2

Lynx Andromeda (Yandere OC) x reader

tw. general yandere behavior, possessive behavior, reader is a bit socially awkward, alcohol, vampires, blood-drinking, slightly suggestive content

Someone in your college had organized a huge party and invited every student to join; you didn't know the guy but Lynx did. Your best friend knew practically more than half of the people who attended the school and reassured you that the man had a huge mansion and a pool in his backyard, meaning it wouldn't feel too crowded even if everyone showed up. But that wasn't your concern, this was going to be the biggest party you had been to and the fullest of strangers. You weren't exactly scared of people but not a social butterfly either so you couldn't help but feel nervous about how the night was gonna go. "Nervous? Oh come on love, I'll be right by your side the whooole time. If you feel overwhelmed I'll just make an excuse to take you away...somewhere private hehe～" You were used to her teasing and yet it still made a slight blush tint your cheeks. Of course, she was just joking, however, the way her eyes pierced into yours every time she said things like that was making you question her true intentions...and your feelings for her.

Lynx had insisted on wearing matching outfits, and you both decided (after a long debate) on black colors paired with something made of red leather. When she came to pick you up you saw that she had put on a black top with a short red leather skirt, she looked amazing and you were quick to let her know. "And you are outrageously stunning, I might have to keep a closer eye on you tonight or someone might steal you away from me～" You laughed in response "Aww stop it, you're making it sound like we're together or something!" "Hmm..not yet..." The rest of the ride was filled with you two casually catching up on what you did that day, she always avoided talking about her life at home so she resorted to telling you about a fun music series she found called 'Alien Stage', excitedly forcing you to listen to some of the songs.

You arrived an hour late to the party. It was already packed with people, not as many as you expected, but the night was still young so many others were yet to show up. You and Lynx began looking for your friends. It was hard to move more than 5 steps at a time, not because there was no space to do so, but because people kept approaching your friend to start some small talk or invite her to join them in whatever activity they were doing. Finally, you spotted the group of your mutual friends and joined them. Everything was going better than expected, you were having fun, and Lynx helped you shake off a couple of drunk men who were making you feel uncomfortable.

At some point in the night, one of your friends asked you if you could go grab him a cup of water. Poor guy had drunk a couple of shots too much so you told him to sit down as you left the group. Lynx was having fun at a karaoke battle with some random woman so you decided not to bother her by asking her to accompany you. You wouldn't want to ruin her night just because you needed some assistance to feel secure at a party. You went up to the bar and asked the man behind it, who was presumably the butler of the house but was doubling as a barista for the night if he could give you a cup of water. When the man turned around to take a cup and fill it, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and the woman behind you smiled. "Hi there sugar... my eyes have been wandering towards you the whole night, I have been waiting for the best moment to approach such a cutie, mind blessing me with a little company?" She gently took your hand and you were too stunned to react as she pressed her lips on the back of your palm. You blushed, a bit embarrassed by her boldness. She was undeniably a gorgeous woman, tall, with tan skin, white hair, and a cleanly styled wolf cut...but you had to go back to your friend. "I'm flattered, really. But I need to go back to my friend, he's not feeling well so I was supposed to bring him a cup of water." The woman appeared amused. "You're talking about Ron, right? He's fine, he's also a friend of mine, I asked him if he could do me a favor by securing me a minute alone with you." You thought Ron was such a traitor for selling you off to a stranger, just like that, without a warning even. But you would confront your friend and his behavior another time. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that it's been years since your last romantic interaction, but you had decided to give this random woman a shot. She was hot and had gone through all that trouble just to approach you, so why not, right?

You two sat on the bar stools and started chatting, she wasn't too bad, she was charming and a great listener. At one point she put a hand on your tight and leaned closer to you. You weren't sure if she was about to kiss you or whisper something in your ear, and you would never find out because before she could do anything a person forced themselves between you two, forcing her to retreat and put her hand away. It was Lynx, you couldn't see her face because she had her back turned toward you, and as soon as she turned around, her expression was blank. "Love, please come with me, immediately. I have something to tell you." You looked at her confused but she was serious, so you nodded, stood up, and tried to excuse yourself to your new acquaintance but Lynx interlocked her arm with yours and started pulling you away with her. Concerned and irritated by whatever was going on, you followed her silently into a quiet, empty room of the mansion and closed the door behind you. "Lynx can you explain what is going-" You weren't given the chance to finish the sentence as Lynx gently but swiftly pressed you against the wall, wrapped her arms around your waist, and smashed her lips against yours. You were shocked, incredibly confused...and her lips were soft, and her body was pressed against yours, making your mind and body feel fuzzy.

Her kiss lasted a couple of seconds, maybe three before her lips parted with yours. "I can't believe it, I take my eye off of you and you go wandering off to someone else, maybe I should put a leash on you so this won't happen again." What the hell was she saying? "L-Lynx, you're my best friend, we aren't a couple or anything... I asked you to look out for me tonight to help me out in case something was going wrong, that doesn't mean you can just tear me away from anyone I'm talking to without checking to see what's really going on! That woman wasn't-" "Do not mention her, she doesn't deserve to be on your mind, let alone your body. I saw how she was touching you, she wanted to steal you away- away from ME!" Her dark pupils started to swirl into a glowing red color, it was clear she was struggling to keep her voice steady. When she noticed the fearful stare you were giving her, the red disappeared and her features visibly relaxed. She raised one of her hands to put it on your cheek, her sweet tone masking her true emotions. "It's ok darling, I'll make sure something like this will never happen again. You know that I love you right? That I would never harm you?" You felt that your answer wasn't really needed but you replied either way, putting your hand on hers. "Yes Lynx, I know you love me. We've known each other since we were little kids and you've never done anything that hurt me. But what does this all mean? Y-you...uh, kissed me just now, are you trying to tell me something?" Her gaze softened. "My love, you are just too cute, it's just so hard to resist eating you up right away..." She buried her head in the crook of your neck. "...to sink my teeth into you and taste you." At this point, you were as red as a tomato. Did she just confess her feelings to you? If she did, that was definitely a weird way to word it. But then you felt something sharp poke at your neck. You look down to see your best friend's open mouth hovering over your skin. Two long sharp teeth sticking out, threatening to pierce into you at any moment. "...Lynx. What is this...what are you doing?" Her arm wrapped itself tighter around your waist while the hand on your cheek moved around the back of your head to steadily hold it in place. "I'm sorry dear but you left me with no choice...and you are just so irresistible." Your whole body stiffened at the realization of what was about to happen, you tried to wriggle away but it was too late. A sharp pain shot into your neck, blood started pouring out and you refused to watch as she proceeded to suck and drink it all.

You screamed but the party outside the door was too loud to hear you, your shouts of pain and your pleads were lost amongst the laughter and singing of the people outside. Eventually, you felt yourself going weak, and your vision faded to black.

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lilithliliam · 8 months

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Yandere Shoto Todoroki

Warnings:contains sexual content. obsessive behavior. references to kidnapping, references to rape, delusional thoughts. all characters have reached adulthood. Forced marriage. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasm. cock warming

I do not approve or recommend this behavior.

For readers strictly of legal age.

Enjoy🫡

Beginning:

Shoto was never interested in friends, friendship and relationships, but for some reason his eyes always stumbled upon the lady. She was beautiful, smart and strong. Perhaps she could even compete with Shoto himself if she spent more time training and studying. But for some reason she preferred to have fun, laugh and communicate with people, in particular Midoriya. The lady was very cheerful, laughing at recess and even managed to joke with Bakugou and win him over in petty arguments. She shone with kindness and happiness and treated everyone with her inherent love and maternal affection. Once, when Shoto was badly injured in a training battle, the lady took him to the recovery girl and even took care of him after.

"Don't frown, Todoroki-kun, come on, smile," said the lady already in the nurse's office, treating his face. Her soft hands and light touch like butterfly wings made something in his heart flutter. He decided that perhaps he was still not cured and perhaps he hit his head hard, and this is certainly good, because then she would continue to take care of him, he thought. But it turned out that he had already recovered and the nurse sent him and the lady back to the classroom.

He looked at you and Izuku and at your warm relationship, and more and more often caught himself thinking that he was jealous of him. You must always tend to Izuku's wounds as well and smile at him, blow on his wounds and maybe even kiss him.

During the sports festival, when Shoto called Izuku to talk, a lady who thought it was strange decided to eavesdrop on their conversation. Shoto talked about the situation in his family and other words that he would definitely win Izuku. Then at the festival, when Izuku fought Shinso and almost lost, the lady shouted loudly at Izuku that she believed in him, that he was her hero and one day the whole world would see him through her eyes and he would become a hero for everyone. And please don't give up, she said. It was her words that made him fight and eventually win. When the lady was going to the restroom, someone grabbed her hand and that person turned out to be Shoto. The lady remembered his story and she felt sorry for him and at the same time she was ashamed that she got into his life so much, which she immediately shared with Shoto and even asked for forgiveness. "It's okay, I wouldn't talk about it if I didn't want anyone to know about it," Shoto replied. However, the words you said to Midoriya are words of encouragement. He would also like to hear them in his address. Please say it. He asked you, and meanwhile his grip on your hands became stronger. You tried not to pay attention to it and smiling at this unfortunate, lost guy like a puppy, you said: "

"Todoroki kun you don't have a bad side or a good side, you are one and the same. There is no mom or dad side. There is only you. Todoroki Shoto. You are Shoto. You don't need to hide your emotions, feel anger, sadness or joy is not bad at all. what a person is made of. Don't let the fears of childhood and other people's instructions spoil your future, your present. Just try to enjoy every day and be yourself, okay?" He stood with a stone face, although a hurricane of feelings and thoughts raged inside him.

And taking advantage of this, the lady quickly said goodbye, snatched her hand and ran back. By the way, without going to the toilet.

Shoto is not stupid at all, but these feelings inside him are alien to him. He does not understand what it is, what to do with it. He is sick? He dies? But why is he then so good and at the same time bad. Especially when he sees you with someone else. Why do you want the whole world to disappear and only the two of you remain. So that you can always take care of him and support him. His sister told him it was love, and she seems to be right. And while Shoto did not know what to do and how to deal with these feelings, he decided to keep you closer to him, scaring off potential rivals with his whole appearance.

What provoked:

Since Shoto courageously and steadfastly realized and accepted his feelings for the lady, he decided not to hesitate and, like a real man, start courting his lady. After reading all sorts of useful and even stupid tips from the Internet and even buying a book: "How to care for a lady of the heart. A book for dummies"

And so he decided to be with the lady all the time, buying her sweets, straightening her hair, making strange compliments like: "I think if you were yourself, you would be hot yourself, because you are very warm. And although I like cold soba , soba like you, I would love even more" And of course you did not know how to react to this. Er...Thanks? Maybe...

Once Shoto, who masterfully learned how to manipulate you, his lady, asked to sleep with you at night, saying that he had a nightmare and he pressed his face against your chest all night and at some point even began to cry, remembering all the bad things that happened to him It happened. And you had no choice but to stroke his head and whisper soothing things. Since then, he constantly asked to cuddle up to your chest. He asked me to stroke him, to calm him down. He kept talking about how hard his life was and what a bad day he had today. But if you, his lady, hug him and let him lie on your chest, the day will be much better. He monopolized all your time, not allowing you to communicate with other people. If someone came up, he always looked menacingly at this person, and if you, God forbid, began to communicate closely with someone, he would start a real tantrum. And he could even freeze the poor fellow who dared to approach you. Your friends, who noticed such a special attitude of Todoroki towards you, suggested "maybe the cold prince is not indifferent to you? M. Suddenly he fell in love." To which the lady replied that she did not. Shoto just wants friends, wants attention and affection. For him, all this is new and he does not understand how to be friends correctly (although in his heart he doubted his words) and besides, she does not like Shoto. Lady too loves freedom, live communication. Shoto is just her friend. She knew this for sure. But she did not know that Shoto was behind the wall and heard everything.

But how is it? You... don't like him? But it's not mutual. Shoto thinks you two are perfect for each other. And you don't like him? And suddenly you like someone else. Like Izuku or Kaminari? An unbearable thought. God cannot be so evil. After all, Shoto experienced so many bad things in his short life, and when he met you, he was sure that you were given to him for all the suffering. To pay back all the years of torment and pain, you had to love and support him. And now you're saying such terrible things. No, that can't be true, maybe you just don't understand how much Shoto loves you, maybe you want proof. Certainly. He squeezed the handle with his hand, gloomily looking down at his feet:

"I love you, love, love. Madly. And you, love me. Honey, I will do everything ... In other words, the process is running.

Abduction:

Shoto wouldn't want to force you to live with him. In his dreams, you would have gone with him voluntarily. He believes that the whole problem of his father and mother is that he was cruel to her and not in their relationship itself. And because he will be extremely affectionate, and will never raise his hand to you. Shoto will act carefully. I use every possible way. He wouldn't even hesitate to ask his father for help if he had to. M, what is it? Did your apartment where you lived burned down? Do you have problems with money, but don't want to contact your parents? Has there been a riot in the area where you live? Yes, it’s probably not safe to live there now. But don’t worry! Shoto wouldn't be a friend if he didn't offer you his help. You can live at his house. He can solve all your problems himself. Money is not the problem. As soon as he persuades you to live with him, you can be sure that you will not leave from there. Shoto will look for excuses, each time leaving you more and more in their house, until one day he simply stuns you with the words they say "come back home? But here is your house, with me, oh dear, have you forgotten? We will soon get married. It's okay to live together before marriage, but if you're worried about it, perhaps for some religious reason, then Shoto can arrange for the two of you to have a wonderful wedding in no time."

And if you resist, you try to run home, Shoto can even tie you to the bed using a bracelet to block your quirk. And if you think that his father, or one of his family members, will help you, you are very mistaken. They have never seen Shoto as happy as he is now, and therefore it is better that they pretend that everything is fine in "your" family. After all, not such things happened in their house.

Shoto is a young man, with great energy, with a lot of stress, in the midst of puberty. Previously, before meeting you, things of an intimate nature were of little interest to him, but now everything is different. Even earlier, he thought how good it would be to start living an intimate life with you, kissing, giving each other warmth. Isn't that what lovers do? And the sight of your breast makes him have a burning desire to expose it completely, lick and suck, because it is so soft and elastic. And it smells good. But now, he has every opportunity to turn all his fantasies into reality. Shoto won't force you, at least right away. But his patience has a limit. And so, one day, it breaks. He believes that if he made you cum, then this automatically makes your sex voluntary. Otherwise, why do you cum on his tongue and fingers again and again. You can cry and scream, but Shoto sees that you feel good. He prepared well, learned a lot on the Internet. He will make you happy. But you can even say your preferences, where do you like it? Here? Maybe here? Do you want him to suck this charming bundle of nerves, or maybe hit him with his tongue? And only after he makes you cum several times. He decides to proceed to the most important thing. And when you see how he undresses, how he exposes his cock and directs it into your entrance, your body, previously clouded with the pleasure of orgasm, starts to panic again.

"Don't be afraid," Shoto says, "It won't hurt," He promises.

It hurt.

As soon as he entered you, he seemed to forget about everything in the world, the feeling that he experienced was the most pleasant in his entire life and he was lost in this feeling. Your walls are so soft and warm. They seemed to have been waiting for his cock all their lives. They hugged him like that, as if not wanting to let go, but Shoto himself did not want to leave, he could be buried in you forever. It went in and out of you again and again, chasing that unexplored feeling that was approaching. Holding your hands tightly against the head of the bed and kissing your mouth. He stuck his tongue so deep into you, never ceasing to enter and put pressure on all your sensitive points. He was like in paradise. He finally became one with you, body and soul. You didn't even have time to ask him to pull it out when he finished painting your insides milky. What if you get pregnant? But you didn't even have the energy to start worrying about it. All later. Now I just want to sleep. But Shoto has other plans. One time wasn't enough for him. He still had strength, and the night had just begun. Come on, he knows that you can take him again, and come again and again. Shoto will help you. He knows you want it too. And even after Shoto has had sex with you several times, he won't want to come out of you afterwards, wanting to be in you all night. Closer to him. Shoto knows that this is not enough for him again, but you two still have a whole life ahead of you. In the meantime, you can sleep, dear. After all, in the morning Shoto will still wake you up to continue.

#yandere #shoto todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha todoroki #yandere shoto x reader #bnha reactions

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Been a while since I've seen an Overwatch request, I think. Hcs for Echo with her Butterfly skin, where she's an alien Darling found and has been taking care of?

Robotic butterfly alien time! The good thing about this is I don't have to do too much personality research for this AU!

Yandere! Butterfly Alien! Echo Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Aliens, Monsters, Possessive behavior, Violence, Threats, Kidnapping/abduction.

- Finding Echo is a very strange experience for you.

- Her species is robotic yet insect-like.

- She's nothing you'd expect from Earth.

- Echo's also very lost.

- She's a long way from home, if she had a form of transport to Earth it was either destroyed or taken away.

- Essentially, she's stranded.

- Stranded and alone except for this human who found her.

- Of course, Echo comes off as skittish and scared at first.

- The mechanical butterfly alien is on the offense, wings spread out wide and sputtering threats at you in her native tongue.

- You have no idea what she's talking about... deciding to keep your distance but maintaining your gaze.

- You'd both be in a stand still within this forest you found her in.

- The best way to get Echo to trust you is showing body language that doesn't come off as aggressive.

- Gentle and soft movements to not spook the mechanical alien.

- This may keep her docile enough to not attack you.

- As you two are very different it'll take time for Echo to warm up to you.

- You don't even get to invite her into your care until many visits in the forest.

- By the time she fully trusts you she's struggling on her own, tired and scared of her new surroundings....

- Loneliness makes her give into you in a last ditch effort for companionship.

- Soon you have your very own alien fluttering around your home like a roommate.

- The one of the many issues is the language barrier.

- Although Echo proves she can solve that quickly by playing around with your PC/Phone.

- As she is part robotic, she's able to learn a lot from the internet.

- Meaning you teaching her your language will be easier than you thought.

- "I... am... Echo. You are... (Y/N)?"

- "Exactly, Echo! You got it!"

- Echo is so awkward with learning customs too.

- She's trying so hard to figure out how to eat on this world and learn manners with you.

- She's also skittish and sometimes violent when other humans come by.

- Which makes you have to hide her.

- Echo is a lot of work you weren't expecting to recieve.

- The first few weeks/months are a struggle but managable.

- Then Echo starts acting weird.

- The mechanical butterfly hates it when you leave the house.

- She also gets jealous when you talk to other humans, even over the phone.

- You'll be chatting away on the phone only for an upset Echo to lay herself across your lap and stare.

- You try to downplay her obsessive jealousy and continue living your life.

- Yet you couldn't do it anymore when Echo stood in front of the door, weapons trained on you.

- "Where are you going, (Y/N)? You can't leave Echo alone for long...."

- By this point Echo can speak fluently.

- You ask her about her behavior but the alien only looks away.

- "I am forced to stay inside because other humans are a danger... if it's so dangerous outside, why must you go?"

- That's her excuse, at least.

- While Echo can be overprotective at times, this is not the true reason behind her behavior.

- In reality, Echo doesn't like other humans near you.

- They dirty you with all sorts of foreign smells.

- It makes her shiver when she thinks of sharing you with them.

- At this point you're essentially being held captive in your own home by the alien you took in.

- You aren't sure how long this'll go on either....

- Meanwhile Echo is looking up human methods of courting in your panic.

- Testing which methods would yield the most affection from you....

- Slowly but surely she grows to love your culture but she still thinks you're the only human she likes here.

- If she wants you to be comfortable with her she needs to do her research, right?

- "(Y/N)... I heard affectionate touches and gift giving is your form of showing love. Will this make you like me more?"

- Soon, she'll manage to make a distress signal to her planet.

- If she can't get a ship... she'll have one come here.

- By the time it arrives, Echo already has you in a tight hold.

- She made sure to research everything.

- Preferred oxygen levels, foods, needs, affection, everything.

- Echo's prepared when she loads you onto that ship.

- She tells her shipmates in her native tongue you're her new companion and flies off in the ship with you in her arms.

- Her species is very curious about humans like you....

- However, you're special because you're Echo's.

- She won't let them lay a finger on you.

- "I made sure to research how to provide for you! Now I'll be taking care of you, (Y/N)."

#yandere overwatch #yandere overwatch echo

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maximalttigers · 2 months

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(I was tempted to upload something I made last year that relates to Hunted Butterfly, but I decided to post something new first.)

Valentines Day this year is a combination of a lot of personal couples that I had over the years. A lot of them are from projects I never got around to starting just yet or just older couples from stuff I never really had a chance to refine further, some are based on other media.

The first of these couples is based in the Ruby Spears Megaman TV series: my OC Snow Lopez and (Ruby Spears) Protoman. Snow is a blind girl who doesn’t exactly have the best family life. She has connections to Dr Light and Dr Wily although Dr Wily sees her as the daughter he never had and cares for her as such, she does meet Megaman and Protoman and develops a close relationship with both however she eventually fell in love with Protoman who probably fell harder for her.

The reason I shipped these two is because Protoman has shown some form of care and I’m quite sure he was meant to reform in the show (The show was cancelled before this could potentially happen), I do believe that the guy just needs a kind hand to guide him to the right path. Their relationship is a slow burn: Starting from reluctantly being around each other (From Protoman at least), to a developing friendship built on trust and then falling in love.

The second of these couples focus on my friend’s OC and my own: Elizabelle Merriel and Milo Rykon who would both part of the Megaman X series. This ship happened by accident through a drawing challenge I was doing with Milo, and it has become a small crossover series which has sadly has not been touched upon due to other priorities.

This is definitely a type of slow burn love; they have different backgrounds and ways they were raised so they would butt heads over what to do but eventually find common ground and become good friends to each other crushes then maybe lovers. I only said that as they would be living dimensions appeared, maybe this is star crossed lovers more than slow burn love.

The third of these ships also happened by accident through a gameplay of Miitopia, I just liked the interactions they had. This couple is Lloyd Garmadon from Lego Ninjago and my alien character Cakrot Gaela/Charlie. Cakrot Gaela/Charlie is a character that I created during Valentines Day in 2021 and I started to work more with her since then, I have been meaning to do some lore with her species and planet and will do so eventually.

Other than the interactions within Miitopia, I just thought it would be sweet for Lloyd to have someone like him as his friend to support him which may become something more. I haven’t exactly planned how they would meet or fall in love if they were to meet in the canon of Lego Ninjago, but I know it will go smoother than what it did with Harumi. (I honestly hate her; I think she got reformed way to quickly and I hate that she took advantage of Lloyd’s nativity of the subject of love.)

(Also, this is my stylisation of Lloyd, it was difficult to translate Lego design to human design. I will work on this.)

(I know that my friend @batboys-forever would be happy to see them.)

The fourth couple is from a series I haven’t touched in years, I had other priorities that took over. This couple is royal bodyguard ‘Dagger’ Rygon (‘Dagger’ isn’t her real name, it's just something she prefers to go by) and Princess Aiko Tunder who is a yandere.

These two would go through a lot of development, they have always been close friends as they grew up together. However, while Dagger had feelings for Aiko, the said girl’s affection was elsewhere. Eventually Aiko realises where her true affections lie and eventually the girls engage in a relationship.

(This is a redraw of a piece I drew for Valentines Day in 2020, the designs needed to be updated due to how much my style has changed since then.)

The last couple is a duo I initially created as OCs for Animator Vs Animation, but they’ve been diverting to be their own thing, I present Alt and Del/Delete (Delete had a minor name change).

This is them before Del got corrupted from Alt’s ‘death’. Back then, they always had a close friendship, but Alt had hidden feelings for Del and Del was in slight denial since he likes how everything was then. They do work things out and become a couple.

(This is a redraw of a piece I drew for a colour palette challenge, there were some refinements to the designs.)

That’s really it, I’m busy on these days so I got nothing special planned.

Happy Valentines Day!

#oc #digital art #valentines day #ruby spears mega man #animator vs animation #lego ninjago #protoman #lloyd garmadon #lgbtq

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ein-liebloser-wanderer · 2 years

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First of all, this blog of yours is a blessing. Your yandere works are just ♡♡♡♡♡ I cannot even put it on words. Thanks to you, now I know Lobotomy Corporation and I can't get enough of it. I need to know more about this game, the lore, the abnormalities and everything it can offer.

And secondly, I don't know much about Der Freischütz & Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, but can I request a yandere drabbles/one-shot/headcanons about them? I don't play the game (yet) but the second I saw those two, they got my attention (and my heart).

I hope I don't bother you with my request.

P.s: did I already say your writings are just that perfect I can't stop re-reading them?

⸸ The Devilish Marksman and the Caged Butterfly ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where a sexy butterfly wants to encase you in his coffin, but the devil said no. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Note: read until the end for my person message to Anon.

Love.

Der Freischütz might have been a human once, but he never understood what that thing called 'love' was. It was an alien concept, a subject that he could never hope to understand.

So when he was but a mere human, he scoffed at the Devil.

"The person I love most, you say?" he jeered. "No such person exists."

But it did.

Perhaps he have should known given how much he cared about himself and no one else. At the very least, he should have predicted that the seventh bullet would pierce no one else's heart but his own.

One might think he always had one, given how his iciness seemed to always melt off around his favourite Agent, but no.

First and foremost, he became a Devil because his predecessor saw him for what he was. Heartless.

And as a Devil, it would be an insult to call his soul-binding contract something as fickle and fleeting as 'love'.

He found it rather laughable how humans were so desperate for it. Throughout the millennia, he had seen so many blind themselves with rose-tinted glasses because they couldn't stand the thought of anything tarnishing its image.

But if enabling that blindness would make things easier for him, then who was he to complain?

For his beloved little Contractee, he would do anything to be serviceable. Anything to keep them compliant.

He would protect them, teach them how to best use his EGO equipment and gift, and perhaps even take care of them. He could feign politeness, empathy, offer his condolences when he must, and as you must be beginning to see, the Marksman could even play the role of a charismatic gentleman if he wanted to.

It was a front he never bothered with before, since most of his contracts lasted as long as his bounties did.

But for this one, why not?

Heed my warning, though. Never assume for a moment that he would extend that same hospitality to others. That is a privilege belonging only those bound to him.

He might swear to protect them, doing everything in his power to keep them from danger, but the price was insurmountable. The facility would be drained of its energy, and dozens would die, not only because of his magical bullets, but because of all the collateral damage caused by the breaching of other Abnormalities.

It wouldn't matter though.

Damn everyone to hell if anyone other than him were to kill his Contractee.

They might come running to him, demanding or begging him to cease his slaughter. Perhaps they might even even try to teach or urge him to at the very least feign concern for the lives of others, but he never will.

They were his to protect, but he was never theirs to control.

On the contrary, T-01-68 was...he could never be called pliant, but he was certainly more considerate towards his beloved more than the Devil.

Whereas Der Freischütz was blunt and straightforward with his 'affections', the Butterfly would be careful with his words and gestures. Not because he wanted to earn their trust, but because he genuinely wanted to avoid causing them any more unnecessary pain.

God knows how much they had to endure on a daily basis already.

It was well-known across the facility that T-01-68 existed to comfort those left behind, to honor the ones who passed away that didn't have anyone to remember them. It would simply be antithetical of him to hurt his beloved.

He was the shoulder they could cry on. When they wanted to run away from everything, they would come to his containment unit seeking sanctuary.

Not that Devil.

Deep down, the Butterfly was grateful for Der Freischütz being the way he was (and the rest of the Abnormalities for that matter). If not for his crass ways and bloodlust, their little Agent would have never come to him on their own volition.

He could never hurt them.

That was what he truly seemed to believe as he chased after his beloved down the winding hallways, actively seeking them out so he could finally rest their body inside his coffin.

This place was hell. Wasn't the Devil's presence enough confirmation for that? All these monsters, all these fanatics like WhiteNight and Blue Star promised salvation, but their ways were no less gruesome from the other abominations they swore to save their followers from.

While he would never call himself a god, he certainly believed that he was the only one who could truly give them the peace they needed.

If he must kill his beloved himself to keep that promise, he would.

The two would never see eye-to-eye, that much they had long come to accept. For the Marksman, T-01-68 was a headache to deal with, while the Undertaker found F-01-69 utterly difficult to tolerate.

Der Freischutz wanted to keep them alive. They were his to keep.

But the Butterfly wanted to give them the dignified death they deserved. It was the reason why they came to such a hellish place in the first place.

They both had a reason, and neither one were willing to give up.

~~~ End ~~~

First of all, I would like to say thank you, thank you, thank you!

And it's no bother at all. I love to write headcanons, especially snippets, drabbles, and short fics, so I am more than happy to. Honestly, I'm just surprised I didn't get requests from these two, considering how popular they are among the fandom.

P.S: Did I already tell you how much reading this makes me happy? I'd love to see the fandom for this game grow bigger.

#yandere der freischütz #yandere funeral of the dead butterflies #yandere abnormalities #yandere lobotomy corp #yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere lobcorp #yandere project moon #yandere male #yandere monsters #yandere cryptids #yandere demons #yandere drabble #yandere writing #yandere snippet #love-eldritch

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Now that the semester is over, I've finally had some time to catch up on your writing. It's been a wonderfully indulgent time, and I really want to thank you for all your hard work. Your Alien Project in particular has brought me out of my writing rut and has inspired me to write an embarrassingly salacious yandere piece involving a fairy with Lepidoptera-esque biology (now I can join the weird smut-driven research club).

I hope you're doing well as we venture into a new month, and may the words flow freely from your fingers.

Jay! Congratz on finishing another semester ^-^

I am super glad you enjoyed it, I was already happy to see you in my notes ♥ Hope you have a lots of fun with your butterfly fairies (no judgment, welcome to the club!!) and get to rest a lot and enjoy your freedom for a while!

I am doing just fine, live is and will probably be for a good while more, chaotic. But thanks for your blessing, I really need it to conquer my inner demons about my writing at the moment! I wish you the same ^-^

#Admin

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yanderemommabean · 2 months

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Hey! I recently started reading some of your yandere alien bug stuff and it’s really interesting! Are you planning on writing any more? And do you think you could maybe make a kinda run down list of each of the types and what they’re like as a group and with their darling? Or even just what the planet it like and how it works/they work in it?

No problem if not!

Thanks for writing and being awesome!

Oh man you must be NEW new

I have some tags that can explore the other aliens bugs I've mentioned, such as yandere scorpions, yandere murder hornets, and I believe yandere moths, yandere butterflies, yandere exophilia, and yandere wasps! Some posts explore their planets while others are just exploring their personality types and so on!

I've been writing about the alien bugs for a few years now so I think a few stories might be lost and buried but yee I've written for the bugs and many types of them before!

-Mommabean

#I hope the tag system works #I can't sift through that much bug smut #I dont have the heart #Anon asks #anon confessions are amazing #mommabean #yandere exophilia

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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The one where S/O is from Hisui EXCEPT the twins got yandere mode on.

I think it'll be interesting if Arceus sent Ingo back to when he belongs but It messed up and also sent S/O (local Hisuian who often helped Ingo and the one Ingo got a giant lil crush on) with him.

Ingo (remembered everything after seeing Emmet), using the excuse of wanting to repay S/O for all the help they've given him back in Hisui, offered to let them stays with him and Emmet. Emmet going along for the ride because he recognized that Look(tm) Ingo is giving to S/O then realizing that he is starting to like them. Him and his brother are quite similar despite their differences after all.

The twins says they're helping S/O acclimates with modern world but they keep S/O inside their home 24/7 and telling them that the outside world is scary and strange and yes they're allowed to go out eventually but there are still a lot of things that they don't know/understand.

S/O not liking the situation one bit but the things they've seen are so different and everything is so alien to them. The twins' affection, comforting at first, is suffocating them. But they're alone and terrified and Warden Ingo is the only thing familiar to them.

The twins gave S/O books to learn from and if some of the books are about domestic life, well, it counts if there's guide for modern appliances, food, and social habits included in those books, isn't it?

(sorry for the long ask)

"I want to go outside, Ingo," you begged the previous Warden, now apparent 'Subway Boss', "I feel comfortable enough, and I want to see more of this place." Ingo refused to look up from his book, eyes trained carefully on the pages. His blood froze within his veins at the thought of letting you out into the city. It was a pretty safe place to live, and you were certainly decently capable of handling yourself. You had previously lived in a place were wild pokemon claimed a majority of the land and were naturally more aggressive than in modern Unova. The older twin just could not let you. The thought of you getting hurt or kidnapped or assaulted - Ingo took in a harsh breath. No, it was safer for you here in his shared apartment with his brother.

Emmet liked you, too. He had agreed to keep you here with a knowing grin on his face. It was only natural the twins would fall for the same person. Though, while the younger worried for your safety, it was more likely his possessive nature that compelled him to keep you locked away. Spiders oft not let precious butterflies escape their webs, and lonely ghosts would never leave their dear humans alone. Both brothers wanted you tucked away in their apartment, the rest of the world not to bother you three. "Ingo, please! Don't just ignore me," you felt tears welling in your eyes. This strange new world brought an oddity out in the kind Warden. His gentle, charitable demeanor had not changed, but his actions certainly had.

You had been a friend and comrade in Hisui, yet now he treated you like some sort of housewife. Forbidding you to leave this 'apartment' and sending out one of his foreign, new pokemon the actively stop you should an attempt be made. The books they gave you were about homemaking, cooking, and parenting. He must have thought you dumb if he assumed you failed to notice the way his brother eyed you down. Glowing silver eyes holding strong, dark desire and leaving you uncomfortable and afraid. The younger twin has so physical, too. Always a hand on you, refusing to let you go. It was suffocating. They were suffocating.

Ingo shut his book and turned to look at you. "Dearest, when I first arrive in Hisui, I was absolutely terrified and believed that I would certainly die. I had no memories, no home and nothing to defend myself. I likely would have died had it not been for the generosity of the Pearl Clan. They took me in, nursed me back from my head wound, and gave me a position within their society," he cupped your face with his hands, "Unova isn't Hisui. This place is wildly different, both better and worse in ways. You have no legal identity and no one would believe a ridiculous story about coming from ancient Sinnoh. You cannot work which means you cannot buy food or obtain your own home. What Emmet and I are doing is an act of kindness." His forehead pressed to yours as he hummed.

Your shoulders drooped as you considered his perspective. While you had come to learn so much about this new, odd world, there was still so much left unknown to you. It was terribly kind how they housed and fed you while supplying ways to entertain yourself. Your arms pulled Ingo in closer, and he moved to press his lips to yours. For now, you would keep learning. Eventually, the brothers would take you out to explore this Nimbasa. Eventually.

#ingo x reader #yandere ingo x reader #ingo.ima #yandere

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bnhxx · 2 years

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That’s on You!

The second part of my yandere Shinsou series! This part goes pretty into detail about mental breakdowns, isolation and gaslighting-so as always, please read with caution!

Character: Hitoshi Shinsou

Ship: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Yandere, not canon! Shinsou

Warnings: Yandere themes all over this series, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, mental breakdown, mentions of panic attacks, emotionally abusive relationship, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

part one | part two | part three | part four-final |

The initial relief of your fresh start with Hitoshi wore off quickly. You couldn’t tell how you were going, to be honest. Sure, Shinsou was open to you seeing your friends. But he had conditions. He wanted to be there. If you were out on your own, you had to be in a public area where he’d pick you up from. And the ride home always felt more like an interrogation than the debrief he described it as. If he was there, he was a little more lenient. Only a little, though. Only far enough that you were still in eyeshot. Close enough that he could still hear you and your friend.

Not to mention how awkward it was to get back in contact with friends after so long. You realized just how much you missed out on-flaking on plans and missing a close friends birthday. A fresh bloom of shame coloured your face as you sent apology after apology to your friends.

Some of your friends showed concern.

"This isn't like you. You're usually on top of these things," they said.

"Yeah, before Shinsou," the others scoffed.

You couldn't blame them. It wasn't too long ago that you would scoff at couples who forgot their social life for each other. How embarrassing, that you had to eat your words in such a way.

You were eating your words for your lover in a way you never imagined. You thought those lovesick fools knew everything about each other, like the back of each others hands. Hitoshi seemed to have all the answers to everything you, sure, but you still knew next to nothing about him.

You knew that he was private, you knew that something terrible happened to him in the past-and that he wouldn't open up to barely anyone, not even you. You knew that he loved you. You knew that he was terribly insecure of someone taking you away from him, like you were a butterfly flying from flower to flower, never satisfied with just the one. You knew...you knew he didn’t trust you.

You figured it had something to do with the bond you had with your friends. That maybe your friends could dissuade you against dating him. They didn’t. Even through everything you put them through, they hadn't once told you to break up with Hitoshi.

And the bond you had with your friends? Some kind of bond that was turning out to be; you could barely talk to them yourself anymore. You felt like an alien in social situations, just sitting on the outside watching in. It didn’t make sense that he should still be jealous of your friends. Maybe you could add that he was an impossibly paranoid and possessive lover to that list. Even your friends could laugh at that one.

Your friends...You'd missed them, even though it was you pushing them away. You couldn't blame your friends for leaving you in the dark-not really. You couldn’t blame them for being upset, for leaving you on read, for bitching about you on their private Insta account that Hitoshi didn’t know about. It was your fault, after all.

It was you that let your puppy love go too far. It was you who met your coworkers discussion with curt replies and the cold shoulder. It was you who flaked on your friends outings to spend time reassuring your poor Hitoshi that his love wasn't misplaced. It was you who never dwelled long enough for conversation, to chat about the day to your coworker after work even seemed like a reach; especially when you knew Hitoshi was going to pick you up after work. Hitoshi could weaponise that against you in an argument on the ride home.

Besides, maybe Hitoshi would have something planned for tonight. He'd worry if your work kept you longer then five minutes, and you were too exhausted from work for another petty argument. You'd give a quick smile and make another one of your countless excuses before rushing off, leaving your co workers to wonder what happened to your lively and chatty self.

And now that you had started to open up again and arranged plans with your friends, you couldn't help but think of Hitoshi. Your poor Hitoshi, waiting hopelessly for his butterfly to fly back home.

Progress didn't come overnight, you reminded yourself. And though you had your doubts, you were determined to see Hitoshi prove you wrong. Hitoshi loved so strong, so much; it was all-consuming. And on good days, you felt untouchable, unbreakable, so high off his praise and care and affection that nothing else mattered.

It was only natural that you wanted your lover to grow. You wanted to see him give some of that love to the world. It had hurt him before, yes. But this time, you’d be there to bring him back out again. No matter that the world seemed further away then it ever did before; it felt like every step you took forward, Hitoshi would drag you back two. Working on pushing him out to see the good in the world he’s always missed was beginning to seriously fray at your mental state.

You just couldn't see friends in your life without making Hitoshi impossibly jealous and possessive. And now that you'd been burnt by his possessiveness, you were cautious about everything- you couldn’t upset him like that again. As much as Hitoshi wanted to work on himself, a part of you knew better. No, it seemed that Hitoshi was determined not to share you with anyone.

Why? You gave yourself a moment to ponder on the cold stone that plummeted to the bottom of your stomach. Why couldn't you do both? Why couldn't you give one up for the other? Why did the option of entirely giving up your friends for Hitoshi grip your core like a cold and empty vice? Why couldn't you just make him happy?

You gulped at your reflection in the mirror. A cold, grating stone scraped at the back of your throat as the thought invaded your brain. You swallowed on it, hard.

Maybe...maybe it wasn't really just you, right? A little voice piqued up-a tiny, small insignificant feeling of uncertainty that soothed the stone at the pit of your stomach.

Maybe it wasn't all just you...maybe it was Hitoshi and his all-consuming passion. Wanting all your time, your attention, your love. But this love felt...it felt, well, sort of suffocating at times. You felt a wave of anxiety hitting you, every time you got a ding from your phone when he was around. You still felt awkward to have his stare on you as you checked the phone. A workmate inviting you out gave you a sense of hope-only for dread to fill you when you realized Hitoshi would be expecting you at home no later than 8pm. Maybe Hitoshi could try to tone down his possessive nature like he promised-it was starting to bug at you, the way he seemed miffed whenever other people came into the picture.

Then again, maybe that's exactly what you wanted to hear. This is your fault, isn't it?

Another voice, louder, shouts over your reasoning. Look at you, blaming Hitoshi for all of your shortcomings. This was your fault. You wanted a relationship with him, and yet you can't let go of the freedom and independence of your single life? You can't have both. No wonder Hitoshi is so insecure. No wonder he can’t tell if you even do love him. Do you really love him?

Yes! You want to cry. Yes, of course I love him! But...but I can't just give up everything for him!

The voice only gets louder every time you try to silence it. Selfish. You love your friends so much, you'd let them trample all over you and take all your time from Hitoshi? They want you for themselves, you should listen to Hitoshi some more. Stop being so selfish and listen to your lover. They don't get you like he does, they never will.

But-but my friends wouldn't take my time...only some. Only enough. It's not their fault, it's not my fault. If only Hitoshi would give me some more time to go out with my friends, I could balance the two. He'd realise he doesn't have anything to worry about, right?

Are you denying his word, now? You let out a sigh, hoping the argument in your head could shoot itself out with your breath. Hitoshi said it himself, he's been scarred by friends just like yours. He doesn't want the same for you. So why are you trying to fix the blame on him? You're the one at fault here. Too gullible for expecting more of them. You're distancing myself from Hitoshi when he's only looking out for you, showing you how much he cares for you. It barely even looks like you love him the way you keep checking your phone for a friend to entertain you. Why are you running away from his love?

I'm cold. I'm cold for leaving my poor Hitoshi with nothing but scraps of my attention. Stupid for giving it to someone who doesn't truly deserve it. Unloveable. I must be. If I'm making Hitsohi this jealous. I'm so...too frivolous with who I give my time to! If only I just gave more of it to Hitoshi...maybe he wouldn't have to worry. I wouldn't have to make him worry. But that's all that I seem to do!

Cold. Distant. Unloveable. The voice was ringing in your ears, chanting over and over. Cold, Distant, Unloveable, Unloveable, Unloveable-

“Love, you'll start staring holes into that mirror if you're not careful,” Hitoshi's voice breaks you out of your thoughts. You blink at your reflection. There are tears welling in your eyes. Your heart is beating, your stomach lurching through your throat- like the feeling you get at the climax of some horror movie.

You let out a few staggered, silent breaths, and blink back your tears. Come back to earth, you tell yourself. You can't break down here, in front of Hitoshi. He already has so much to worry about.

You looked up again at the mirror, and offer a small smile to Hitoshi's concerned one greeting you through the reflection. You couldn't scare yourself with what could've been, what you should've done. Your both trying your best to give things a second chance, right?

“Sorry, I was kinda spacing out a bit there, huh?” You'd show Hitoshi you really do love him, and you'd show him he can trust again. You weren't going to be the cold lover you'd convinced yourself you were. You turned to Hitoshi this time, and your smile was genuine.

Hitoshi...your Hitoshi. You'd solve this one together. Whether your friends were going to answer you after all, you'd find a way to both be happy. You can always make friends together. Friends, with partners themselves so they could understand-partners that were as passionate as the two of you, perhaps.

You'd do anything to make things better. To make things right. You loved him too much to let him go. You walked over to Hitoshi, looping your hands loosely around his neck as you stood over his seated form.

“Hmm. I wonder what your always thinking about....” His eyes move away from yours ever so slightly, his worried smile downturning into a forlorn frown. You knew that look-he was starting to doubt your words, your act. He knew you that well. You couldn't blame him. All of a sudden, that deprecating voice crept back into your mind like alarm bells resounding the walls of your brain.

Unloveable, Unloveable, Unloveable...

You were not unloveable.

You'd prove it to him. You'd prove it to yourself.

You gently brushed at Hitoshi's scalp with one hand as you raised his chin to face you. You can do this. You just had to prove it to him.

“Silly. I was thinking about you,” A lie. You weren't starting off on a good foot, were you? But that bashful smile of his told you it was alright. You couldn't help but giggle as he pulled you into his lap, kissing your lips. You'd think about all those little lies when you tried to sleep atop of them, tonight.

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The next months only served to prove Hitoshi’s concerns weren’t entirely misplaced. Letting your boyfriend know you’d be at a friends felt more like you were asking your parents to let them use their car for the first time. You gave up on the few sleepovers you were invited to. There was no way Hitoshi would be okay with it yet.

When you did manage to go out without Hitoshi and have some fun with your friends, you couldn’t help yourself from keeping time. For Hitoshi’s sale, of course. The anxiety would rise in your chest with each passing second your watch came closer to your curfew. Hanging out with your friends had become so exhausting-it never used to take it out of you like this. If hanging out resulted in your anxiety to spike like it did-maybe you should just stay with Hitoshi, at home. It was always more comfortable when you followed what Hitoshi would want, anyways.

And hanging out with your friends and Hitoshi had been embarrassing to say the least. It always started out nice, pleasant exchanges and small talk. But he would somehow manage to drag your attention away from your friends and back to him. Your friends caught on quickly. Instead of confronting you, like they usually would-they distanced themselves from you entirely.

It was slow, at first. You noticed you were invited to hang out with them even less than usual. Maybe it was partly your fault for being so okay with the distance, but...when you tried to organize times to hang out they always fell through- they were always too tired, or too busy to make time to hang out. Some of them spared you their pity. Others dismissed you altogether.

You were often left on an impromptu date with your boyfriend, several null admission tickets in your hand. At the cinema, watching the movie you were all so excited to see (the movie that Hitoshi thought was lame and unbearable). You tried to watch the movie over him as he belittled your friends for ditching you. Calling them out over how ungrateful they were to have someone as amazing as you, how selfish they were for not thinking of how stressed out you’ve been. You still don't know why you did. The movie sucked without them.

It was even worse when you went out to meet with friends on your own, only to have them flake on you. You would go out regardless, pretend like it was okay. Pretend like you were having fun shopping on your own, for a pool party you knew you were never going to be invited to in the first place. That was fine. The thrill of spending way above your budget to make up for the lonely pit forming in your stomach would last until you could do nothing but stumble into the nearest toilets with tears welling in your eyes. If only your Hitoshi could see how pathetic you were now, crying your eyes out in a toilet cubicle with only price tags and cloth to comfort you. You ignored the voice in your head, along with the looks from the old lady walking in and composed yourself for the interrogation waiting for you at home.

Soon enough you lost contact with them altogether. You woke up to find your friends contacts blocked, messages deleted. Any chance you had of communicating with the friends you had at work was met with a dismissive comment. When you demanded answers from them, they gave you nothing but a cold reply. Clearly, they were sick of caring for you now that Hitoshi was in the picture. He’d given you nothing but love and affection, couldn’t they see how happy you were with him? Couldn’t they be a little supportive? Had Hitoshi really been right all this time?

You were furious, confused and hurt when you came home that day. It must've shown, because Hitoshi froze when he caught you at the door.

"I was just about to come pick you up from work, you said you were gonna stay back for coffee with your friends-" Funny, it was the only time you heard him refer to your friends like that-usually, it was just them. You would've laughed at it, but you had spent the whole ride home trying to desperately hold yourself together. After months of holding yourself together, you finally let yourself go, feeling the emotions spill out from your eyes as you let out a pathetic sob.

"Y/N?" Hitoshi's arms snaked around your waist in an instant. You choked out a bitter chuckle as you looked up to see Hitoshi, who looked back at you with a concerned frown.

"You were right after all,"

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beachbabey · 3 years

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BTS Fic Rec

Mature (smut/horror, triggering) - (M) | Fluff (F) | AU - AU | Angst - (A) | Series - (...)

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Pandemonium by @chinkbihh (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Sugar Daddy!AU Yandere!AU

Candlelit Nightmare by @junqkook (M) (...) (OT7) Yandere!AU

What The Devil Doesn’t Know by @hollyhomburg (M) (...) (Jimin) (Namjoon) Demon!AU Magic!AU

eight’s a crowd by @baepsaets (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Soulmate!AU

Beautifully Misfit by @orphicbts (Maknae Line) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

I’ll Still Stay by @sugamoonv (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Hybrid!AU

At Last by @sugamoonv (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Soulmate!AU

Recrudescence by @chimchimsauce (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Yandere!AU Soulmate!AU Magic!AU

The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot (Jungkook) (Taehyung) (M) (...)

Datura by @girlmeetsliv3 (Taehyung) (Jimin) (M) (A) (...) Yandere!AU

Super Rich Kids by @exhausted-joy (OT7?) (M) (A) (...)

Hybrid Heart Attack by @daydream-hobii (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Forever Ours by @yougotnojams73 (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Soulmate!AU

Florescence by @jincherie (Taehyung) (Seokjin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid! AU

Bangtan Crossing by @mintedmango (OT7) (F) (...) Hybrid!AU

Lost in translation by @honeymoonjin (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Teacher!AU

Humanity by @bts-trash-blog (Jimin) (Jungkook) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Kings of The Campus by @lustjoon (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) College! AU

Discipline by @sinsforjeon (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...)

Blacklisted by @httpjeon (Jungkook) (Taehyung) (A) (M)

Heartbeat by @minniepetals (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Abundance by @angelicyoongie (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Alpha goes first by @hollyhomburg (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Wolf!AU

Roses and Thorns by @minniepetals (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Dragon!Au

Sunshine riptide by @jincherie (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Between the Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga (OT7) (F) (A) Mafia!AU

Lunacy by @jincherie (Jungkook) (Seokjin) (F) (A) (M) Wolf!AU

Until the last star falls by @minniepetals (OT7) (F) (A) (M) God!AU

Of Treasure and Adventure by @rosy-night-sky (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Indiana Jones!AU

Faerie Realm by @ddaengyoonmin (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Videogame!AU

Tangled Hearts by @writersrealmbts (OT7) (F) (A) Hybrid!AU

From Eden by @ddaenggtan (Yoongi) (Hoseok) (F) (A) (M) God!AU

Tuqburni by @solastia (Yoongi) (Jimin) (F) (A) (M)

Eunoia by @wishesunderthestars (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Hybrid!AU

The Return of an Empress by @you-are-my-joy (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Historical!AU

Individual Members

Ragdoll by @ausblack(Jimin) (F) (A) (...) Hybrid!AU

His by @taecas (Jungkook) (M) (F) (A) (...) Wolf!AU

Little Dove by @yminie (Taehyung) (F) (M) (A) Wolf!AU

Color by @midnightbts (Yoongi) (F) Blind!AU

Happy Helper by @chimtaesty(Taehyung) (F) Ghost!AU

a well oiled machine by @jincherie (Jungkook) (F) (A) (M) (...) Android!AU

The Firefly That Guards The Fox by @magicalsalamander (Taehyung) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Little Bear by @b-angst-tan (Jimin) (F) (A) (...) Hybrid!AU

Into The Woods by @exhausted-joy (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Yandere!AU

Of Fire and Love by @hollyhomburg (Yoongi) (f) (a) (...) Dragon!AU

Crimson by @detectivebts (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Soulmate!AU

Otherworldly by @sinning-on-a-sunday (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Coraline!AU

Pursuing Happiness by @akinnie75 (Yoongi) (F) (A)

The Promised Iris by @akinnie75 (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) Soulmate! AU

Discolorae by @akinnie75 (Namjoon) (F) (A) Fantasy!AU

Scary Hours by @exhausted-joy (Jungkook) (F) (A) (M) (...) Yandere!AU

Shadows by @re-sugance (Jungkook) (F) (A) (M) Venom!AU

Blossom by @flowery-hope (Jimin) (F) (A) (...) Historical!AU

Hope World by @personasintro (Hoseok) (F) (A) (...)

Lovebug by @httpjeon (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) Hybrid!AU

Flower by @readyplayerhobi (Hoseok) (F) (A) (M) (...) Punk!AU

Tentacledipity by @jincherie (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Alien!AU

Three’s Company by @godzillagirl-14 (Jimin) (Fem!OC) (F) (A) (M) (...)

The crimson shell by @angelicyoongie (Jungkook) (A) (M) (...) Yandere!AU Merman!AU

welcome to the underworld by @krookedkoo (Jungkook) (m) Demon!AU

Under the sea by @bloomsuga (Jimin) (M) Merman!AU Yandere!AU

Beloved by @bang-tan-bitches (Yoongi) (M) (A) Historical!AU Yandere!AU

Fish are friends by @httpjeon (Taehyung) (F) (A) (M) Hybrid!AU

Room 109 by @lavishedinjimin (Jungkook) (M) Wolf!AU

Cold by @ddaeng-181338 (Yoongi)

Crimson by @your-kpop-fantasy-land (Taehyung) (M) (A) Ghoul!AU

Lay Me Gently by @ddaenggtan (Seokjin) (F) (M) (A) God!AU

As We Go Along by @ddaenggtan (Yoonji) (F) (A) (M) Min Yoonji! AU

#bts #bts reactions #bts au #bts angst #bts hybrid au #bts yandere au #bts smut #bts fluff #bts wolf au #bts fanfic #bts poly #poly bts

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tomuras-doormat · 3 years

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Liar (Part 2) - Keigo Takami x F!Reader

Sorry this took so long to finally get this written and published. I didn’t have the motivation for awhile and I wanted to make this one longer than the first one. Please forgive me for the wait! Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Cheating Part 1 Part 3

You had woken up around 9:30 am the next morning. You spent your mornings cooking breakfast for yourself and doing a little cleaning around the house. However this morning was different. Keigo was in the kitchen making breakfast, it shocked you a little. Keigo always said he liked when you cooked the meals because he liked the sight of you being domestic. Keigo turned around and smiled at you. “Hey there baby bird, I made your favorite.”

You stared at him in confusion. It’s not like you’re upset about him cooking for you, you were more confused on why he was. You walked up to him and put the back of your hand to his forehead. Keigo turned around a bit and smiled. “What’s up baby bird? Something wrong?” There was something in his tone that you couldn’t quite pick up on but you gave a warm smile. “Nothing honey..” you said softly. Keigo smiled and went back to cooking. You didn’t know why he was acting so domestic, but you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it. What girl doesn’t want their boyfriend to cook for them from time to time? You smiled at the idea of Keigo possibly being home more often to cook for you. “What’s all this about?” you asked. Keigo hummed to himself, completely ignoring your question. You sat down at the table and looked at you phone, a frown coming to your face as you open your phone to a figure of you and Keigo.

You had completely forgotten about last night, but now that you remembered you had to think of a way on how to bring it up to him. Think of a way that you could talk about this without it ending in a big fight. You swallowed hard and set your phone down. “Did you eat the chicken I bought last night? I was gonna take it to your office but I figured you’d be busy..” you said softly. You looked up quickly as you heard Keigo scoff. “Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, I know you saw last night.” You eyes widened, how could he have known? You made sure you were as quiet as possible. You started to panic as Keigo let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry baby bird, I’m not mad. Actually I’m quite happy you aren’t mad. You really love me, huh?” So he wasn’t mad at you. You smiled and nodded your head, “Of course I love you! I don’t want to be with anyone but you Keigo!” The blonde nodded his head and hummed softly. “I’m glad you think that because, even if you did want to leave-”

He paused to turn around and look at you, a creepy smile spread across his face and a scary look in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have let you.”

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Keigo had spent all day being extra cuddly with you. It was weird having your boyfriend be around during the day but you weren’t about to complain. It wasn’t often you got to spend time together like this so you weren’t going to waste it. You two were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, don’t ask for the name cause you don’t remember. It was some cheesy romance horror movie. “You remember Endeavor right?”

How could you not remember the number 1 Hero?

You nodded a bit and looked down at Keigo. “Well he’s hosting a party later tonight and I want you you go with me.” the blonde said smiling up at you. You eyes widened. “Tonight..?! What time..?” You had to make yourself somewhat presentable if you were going to be in front of so many heroes. “Oh don’t worry babe. We can show up whenever. Why, you trying to impress someone?” You shook you head quickly as his eyes narrowed. “Of course not honey! I only want to impress you..” you said softly. Keigo smiled at your eagerness and laid his head back into you lap. “I know baby bird, I was just teasing.” You looked back up at the TV and ran your fingers through his hair, the movie has already ended, but Keigo was quick to choose a new one. This time he chose a Sci-fi movie, some alien invasion movie. So many thoughts were running through your head you had no intention of watching the movie.

What dress are you going to wear? Will you have time to shave your legs? What if you people ask you questions about you and Keigo..?

You remember Keigo saying he didn’t tell any Pro Heroes about you two being together to keep you safe. Do you say you’re just a friend? You shook your head a bit. You couldn’t think about that right now. You didn’t know when the party started, but if Keigo wasn’t worried then you shouldn’t be either, right? You looked down at Keigo again and smiled as he nuzzled his head into your plush thighs. You were so happy to be with him that you almost forgot that he even cheated on you. Almost.

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You were running around the room trying to find the perfect jewelry to match your dress. Keigo had picked out your dress while you were taking a shower and honestly you were happy he did. You wouldn’t have to waste anytime picking out a dress for yourself. It was a beautiful long purple dress that had mesh layers of blue and pink that almost made it seem like it was glowing. It had little flowers over the midsection and a corset backing.

Rummaging through your jewelry boxes you finally found a pair of earrings and a necklace that fit the dress perfectly. They were dangly golden earrings with butterflies on the end, the inside of the butterfly being filled with a light pink stone. The necklace matched the earrings perfectly and added nicely to the dress. You walked over to the closet and looked through your shoes. Your eyes landed on a pair of glittery silver heels and you smiled. They didn’t exactly match the dress, but it didn’t matter because the dress would cover the shoes perfectly. You grabbed the pair of heels and walked over to the bed. You sat down and looked up as the door opened. You smiled as you saw Keigo, he smiled backed and walked over to you. “Wow, you look beautiful baby bird.” You blushed and looked down, strapping up the heels.

“You look handsome as well honey.” you said as you stood up. Keigo was wearing a black suit with a light purple tie that matched your dress. It’s been so long since you’ve dressed up and actually gone out with Keigo. Excited was too small of a word to describe what you were feeling. “Let’s go babe or we’ll be late” Keigo said as he took a hold of your hand. He lead you out of the room and took you through the house, all the way to the front door. He grabbed the keys and opened the door for you, stepping out into the chill air of night you brought your hand to wrap around your arms. Keigo stepped out of the house and closed the door, “Hope you don’t mind flying tonight baby.” You gasped as he picked you up princess style and took off into the air. We were seriously going to fly there? We couldn’t take a car or something?! You clung onto Keigo’s jacket and closed your eyes tightly.

It’s not that you didn’t trust his flying or anything, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to put you in harm. He already tried that once and it didn’t end well. You sniffled and looked up at him as you felt him rub your back. Keigo wasn’t looking at you but you could still see the smile on his face which brought a soft smile to your own. You laid your head on his chest and looked around at the buildings. There were no stars out because of the bright city lights, but it all still looked so beautiful.

After a couple minutes of flying, Keigo finally landed in front of a tall building. He set you down gently and trapped your hand in his, guiding you into the beautiful building. So this is what Endeavor’s Agency building looked like. Of course it was decorated for the party so it wouldn’t normally look like this. You looked around and swallowed hard, man there was a lot of people here. Keigo chuckled as you grip tightened, “Don’t worry baby bird, I’ll do all the talking.” You looked up at him and nodded a bit. “Now smile babe, gotta look pretty for everyone, right?” You flashed Keigo a soft smile and he rubbed your cheek, “Good girl.”

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You lost him. You two were walking through a crowd when your hands got pulled apart. So there you stood; frightened, alone, and trembling in the middle of a large crowd. You took and deep breath and looked around. First step is to get out of this crowd. You go on your tippy toes and look for any noticeable features. You eyed up some large windows and you began your small journey through the crowd. If you could get to a clearing then you could find Keigo or he could find you.

As you wiggled your way through the crowd, soft mumbles of “excuse me” and “sorry” left your lips the whole time. You did it though, mission accomplished. You moved as far away as you could from the crowd and looked around. Where could he have gone? You’d yell for him but you were too afraid to. What if he thought you went off on your own so he just continued on his trip? You walked over to a table and saw it had all kinds of drinks and food on it. There were bottles of alcohol on the table but you knew Keigo would have a fit if you drank, at least without him. You scanned the table and decided to have a couple of chocolate covered strawberries. You’ve had regular ones, but you’ve never had ones with chocolate one them. Keigo said chocolate was bad for your skin.

You looked around and made your way to an empty couch. It was a pretty red velvet couch with golden trim. You sat down on the couch and ran your hand around the arm, feeling which direction the velvet was soft and which was rough. You jumped a bit as someone landed on the couch roughly, moving it back a bit on the one side. You turned to look at who had landed so hard and your eyes widened. It was Keigo, and that girl from his office was on top of him. You froze as you watched their intense makeout session. You opened your mouth but no sound came out, it was too dry. You look down at the floor and bite your bottom lip. Did today mean nothing to him? Were all the “I love you’s” fake? You looked back over as you heard the slight clanking of Keigo’s belt. Everything burned. Your chest, your eyes, your throat, everything. Keigo probably wouldn’t notice that you left the party until he was about to leave. He’d get pissed if you went home and you knew he would. You shakily stood up and slowly made your way to another empty area of the party, a small area next to the large staircase.

You sat down on the ground and pulled your knees to your chest. You buried your head into your arms and started to silently cry. If Keigo liked her so much why didn’t he just leave you? It’s not like you had anything special. Your body wasn’t even half of what hers looked like, she had to have a good income to afford what she was wearing; unless Keigo bought it for her as well. You lifted your head up and wiped your tears away, Keigo would get angry if he saw that you had been crying. You laid your head on your arms and sniffled as the image of those two played on loop in your mind. It’s been about 3 months since you and Keigo were intimate last, did you stop when she came around? Was she really that much better? Who were you kidding, of course she was. She was perfect in your eyes and his.

It had been about 3 hours and you fell asleep where you were. It was uncomfortable but you still managed to fall asleep. You groaned as you felt light tapping on your cheek. You rubbed your eye and looked up a bit; Keigo. “Hey there baby bird, is this where you’ve been hiding?” he said with that stupid smile on his face. You looked down and nodded a bit. “Well the party is ending so how about we head back, that sound good?” You sniffled and looked up to see him holding a hand out to you. You took his hand and he pulled you to your feet. “Hey what’s wrong baby bird, something upsetting you?” asked the blonde man. You looked up at him and shook you head, “No, everything is ok..” you said softly. “Then smile for me pretty girl, you know how much I love when you smile.” he said with that same fake smile. You flashed him another soft smile and took his hand in yours.

“Good girl.”

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@darkbonklightkid @soft-levi-girl-blog @shadoweepingscream @the-cosmic-dreamer

#hawks x reader #hawks x female reader #cheating hawks

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junglekookbook · 3 years

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papilionem

A/N: I know I said no to fanfics but @cosmostae is really good at persuading and inspiring. So this one is for them! UwU NOT PROOF READ!

GENRE: Crack, Yandere, Fluff, Angst

SUMMARY: The city is plagued with super humans that abuse their paranormal abilities and it is up to an alien fairy to save the innocent citizens.

PAIRINGS: Superhero!Fem!reader x Yandere!Super villain!Min Yoongi

Prologue

Your planet was on red alert, the sirens blaring and abject chaos amongst the citizens. The mission was in danger. After 300 light years of the intergalactic Cold war the planet of Cryonova had struck on Earth. The inhabitants of the planet had sent their champion assassin along with a group of extremely dangerous creatures from their allied planets. It was a sacred task given to your planet of protecting Earth from the Supreme Star that was now a super nova, naturally the other planets were not very pleased with this decision and the seeds of envy soon led to an arm’s race and now to a full fledged war. Your allies had long abandoned you over their greed for more power. As icicles rained over your planet from the sky, impaling people, killing people in scores, you tried your best to shut it all out as you ran through the streets to the HQ, your people needed you and you would be damned if you didn’t do your best to save them.

The natural pink atmosphere of your planet was turning purple, slowly taken over by blue and white, the force field that had protected you for so long shattered as you watched your people being murdered, frozen to death. Your species could never survive the cold that the Cryogenics rained down on your planet. The warmth of the HQ was a welcome stimuli on the cold expanse of your skin. The papilionem at the reception let out a sigh of relief upon seeing you, worry soon took over her features as she rushed to your side. “This is not fair! It was never supposed to be like this. I cannot believe how they can ask this of you.” She whispered, eyeing the crimson tint on your butterfly wings. “You forget, I was never meant to live a life of peace, unlike you I did not have the privilege of a home or family. I was created to be a weapon and that is the only purpose I must serve.” You said as you climbed the glass staircase to meet with the band of Philosophers. Each step sounded against the surface and bounced off the walls, each step that took you closer to your death and fulfilling your one purpose. As you pressed your palm against the smooth surface of the large wooden doors to the meeting room, the receptionist grabbed your arm and pulled you back, searching your face for any sign of grief, her eyes pleading you to turn back. The next words that left her lips should have been enough to crumble your resolve and deter you, but being the descendant of the monarchial family that ruled the planet before the revolution, you could not ignore your duty. Your family was bound by a blood oath to protect the planet, no matter the cost. She parted her lips and let out a soft plea, “You knew of your duty and yet you allowed yourself to fall in love my brother. If for nothing else, stay with him. Stay with us in these last moments.” A single tear rolled down her cheek as she fell to the floor on her knees, her hands let go of you in favor of covering her face as she cried. You didn’t dare utter a word, tears of your own threatening to spill as you entered the room.

The Philosophers had an air of calm around them, their eyes holding the knowledge of a thousand scriptures. Their words always controlled and calculated. The pristine white wing never fluttered and stayed absolutely still as the stayed seated in their tranquil positions when you entered the room. Looking at them you could barely tell there was a massacre right outside their room. Books littered the floor, the only visible sign of their panic. “There is no time. You need to leave now.” One of them said. You nodded your head, ready to take off and defend your planet from the sky. The chances of survival were close to none but you would fight those demons till your last breath. As if reading your thoughts, the Philosopher spoke again. “You must leave for Earth immediately.” Your brows knit together as a frown settled onto your features. “Earth?” Your voice echoed in the silent room, intimidating you in the presence of such silence. “The mission is more important than our planet. You must leave to protect Earth. We have our troops to take care of things here.” Another Philosopher explained, placing his book on the table. “But I have been trained to-” Before you complete your statement, the Philosopher that held a pen in his hand suddenly pushed himself off his seat, his wings tinging red and fluttering slightly.”And who exactly imparted that training?! Your services are not needed on this planet right now!” His voice boomed. You pursed your lips and nodded slightly, “I understand.”

The vessel ejected with a great force, pushing it’s way through the fluttering of the troubled citizens and the atmosphere, rushing into the vast galaxy. Once out of your planet’s atmosphere, you finally allowed yourself to breakdown. You promised yourself that you would come back for your lover and your planet. You prayed that the troops manage to survive till then and that he would survive the dropping temperatures. Your vessel slowed down a little as it contiued on its trajectory towards Earth. You turned to allow yourself one last look at home, and how you wish you hadn’t.

Facing your planet as it explodes into a thousand glittering particles, only you knew it was not glitter, it was ice. In a matter of seconds your home, your planet, your people were wiped out from existence. The force of the explosion was massive, shaking your vessel as it was flung along its path, concussing you. You held your head, trying your best to survive and gain control of your ship. Your tears made your vision blurry, the sound of the siren blaring and blood roaring filled your ears. You couldn’t place where the thumping came from, was it your heart or your head. Your nails dug into the leather of your seat and your lungs felt like they could collapse at any minute. The vessel burned as you entered the Earth’s atmosphere, the temperature making it hard to breathe. You quickly gulped the pill that was given to you to help you survive on Earth. Your vessel shattered, throwing you to the mossy carpet of the woods that you had landed in, The impact bruising you.You panted and gasped for air as you tried to control your breathing. Your head throbbed making it impossible to focus on anything. The sound of a twig snapping made you whip your face in it’s direction. The sight in front of you would have turned your blood cold had it not been boiling. Your racing heart screamed with an ugly mixture of anguish and rage as you concentrated energy between your palms and shot a burst of glittering dust and light at Min Yoongi, the crown prince and champion assassin of Cryonova. Till he could gather himself again you had taken off, swearing for revenge.

#yandere bts #bts fanfic #bts jimin #yandere min yoongi #yandere #yoongi x you #yoongi #min yoogni #yandere suga #suga #bts suga #yandere yoongi x reader

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