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a018233 · 24 days

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--౨ৎ. Rent-A-Gf/Bf x Yandere Andrew

𐙚. Summary : Andrew is feeling more lonesome than usual until he downloads a rent-a-partner app .

𐙚. CW: yandere content, gn reader, Andrew has a wet dream about you. nsfw content, delusional Andrew. Modern au.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew is already 24, and he has never been on a date. He hasn't even kissed anyone, nor has he been kissed by someone.

ᡣ𐭩 He can't be bothered to make friends when he struggles to keep the ones he already has.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew can't help his brooding nature that scares people off. Even if they managed to look past that, the way he speaks makes them skadaddle off.

ᡣ𐭩 He's always been that way, it's a miracle he managed to keep the current friend group he has now.

ᡣ𐭩 He's tired of the dating talk, he doesn't bother trying anymore. It's not like he had interest in the first place.

ᡣ𐭩 That is until he came across a Rent-A-Partner ad. It spikes his curiosity a little. The next thing he knows, he downloaded it and already made an account.

ᡣ𐭩 It's not like he's *actually* going to do it. He's just scrolling through profiles out of curiosity.

ᡣ𐭩 Until he comes across your profile, oh. You're so cute.. maybe a one-time rental date shouldn't hurt. It's not like he has other things planned..

ᡣ𐭩 The progress is not complicated at all, pay the rental fee, meet up and go on the date, and that's it. He's nervous leading up to the date, what the fuck was he thinking? Was he that lonely that he succumbed to this?

ᡣ𐭩 He feels embarrassed that he made sure to shower and dress nice prior to showing up. He debated leaving and canceling until he felt a gentle tug on his arm.

ᡣ𐭩 "Excuse me? Are you Andrew?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew can't help but swallow thickly, nodding. He could feel himself tensing up. He tries not to stare, but the way you dressed was.. adorable.

ᡣ𐭩 He prays you don't notice how sweaty his hands are. Who is he kidding? Of course you noticed.

ᡣ𐭩 Yet not a complaint. If anything, you hold his hand a little tighter, like a kite on a string you didn't wanna let go of.

ᡣ𐭩 God, you're such an angel. The way you hold his hand without disgust. The way you wait with a soft smile when he keeps stuttering over his words.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew wasn't sure where to take you. So he ended up taking you on a simple date such as the movies.

ᡣ𐭩 He was originally going to take you out on a cafe date and then walk around through a park. But he could barely mumble a word out before awkwardly guiding you to the movies.

ᡣ𐭩 He doesn't remember what movie you two had seen. All he could think about was how your hands intertwined. He hopes you don't mind how rough, calloused, and sweaty his hands were.

ᡣ𐭩 The way you were making him feel, he might as well go in cardiac arrest.

ᡣ𐭩 When the movie ends, you have about 30 minutes left to the date. So he settles for taking you out to a nearby cafe to talk about the movie and whatnot.

ᡣ𐭩 He finally manages to choke out a few sentences. He knows he looks stupid. He feels as if his face is on fire when he talks to you.

ᡣ𐭩 Normally, people would've found a way to end a conversation quickly when they talk to him. He wouldn't have blamed you if you decided to end the date early. But you didn't.

ᡣ𐭩 You're such a doll, listening to everything he has to say while you sip on your sweet tea. You even ask follow-up questions.

ᡣ𐭩 So when the date does end, he feels his heart tighten. You bid your goodbye, giving him a cheek kiss. A little something to end the date.

ᡣ𐭩 The night he goes home, he has a little pep in his step. Randomly giggling to himself as he's reminded of the date. The way you leaned against him, or how you held his hand tightly. Even his roommates are put off by him, more so than usual.

ᡣ𐭩 He's still giddy when he turns down for the night. His mind is filled with you. The way your hands felt like against his is something that will play on repeat for him, so soft.

4:47 am, and it's not that surprising when Andrew wakes up in a hot sweat. He was dreaming about you and your hands. He groans, feeling his briefs get tighter.

He grimaces once he realized he had a wet dream about you, he feels ashamed and gross. He tries to sleep it off only to no avail.

He finds himself yanking his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. Watching his angry tip throbbing for release.

Instead of using his dominate hand, he uses his left. It's a little sloppy and uncoordinated but that way he can pretend it's your hand instead of his.

He pumps himself slowly, whimpering and cursing softly under his breath. He shouldn't be doing this, he's aware of that. But he's so helpless. His mind is filled with lewd thoughts and 'what ifs' of you.

He tries not to make any noises to wake his poor roommates, imagining it's your hand that's jerking him off.

Would you be disgusted with him if you found out he was acting so degenerate? Or would you guide him? Maybe even praise him. You would, right? Since you're so nice and pretty..

His breath quickens and so does his pumping, it doesn't take long before Andrew ends up cumming all over his sheets.

Andrew sighs, shaking his head. He knows he should change his sheets and take a shower, but he feels so worn out. He settles for laying back down. Trying to fall asleep once more while he thinks of other places he can take you next time.. maybe something like an anaquarium or an indoor ice-skating ring.

ᡣ𐭩 You don't have regulars often, but lately, you've been getting them a lot more. Andrew also happens to be one of them.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew books you at least once a week. He can't help but sulk knowing you go on a date with others.

ᡣ𐭩 You felt it too, didn't you? So why are you going on a date with others?

ᡣ𐭩 At this point, he actively believes you two are dating. He also believes you're cheating on him.

ᡣ𐭩 It makes him want to pull his hair out when he stalks you out on your little affairs. He's grinding his teeth when he sees you kisses their cheek like you do his.

ᡣ𐭩 Oh, but he's not mad at you. He could never be upset with you for too long. You simply don't know any better.

ᡣ𐭩 Don't worry, he forgives you. And as a good boyfriend, he'll make sure you don't have other distractions. You are just misguided after all.

ᡣ𐭩 Even if it means showing up to your little date with bloodied and bruised knuckles. No more regulars means more time slots for him to book you, and more time to spoil you. And maybe this time, you won't lead astray.

A/n: I wanna do more rent-a-partner but idk who haha, I already have Joseph down... mhfhg..

#idv x reader #idv smut #yandere identity v #yandere idv #Gravekeeper x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #yandere andrew kreiss #ᯓᡣ𐭩 Rent-A-Partner #౨ৎ. gravekeeper

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tortelette · 2 years

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YANDERE "Holy Beast" Grave Keeper x Reader HEADCANONS

General HC / SFW

"Stories are told in order for us to get a lesson to learn from it, although some stories can also serve as a warning instead."

GENERAL HEADCANONS

“Holy Beast” Andrew has the appearance of your regular Grave Keeper except that his clothes are more “monk” or “priest” like with black and dull yellow robes.

He is adorned with yellow roses and skulls around his neck. The skulls are mostly from the demons he once killed in the mortal realm, and some are from the animals that he is fond of.

He always has his trusted shovel that he used to bury the dead or also to plant trees when he is alone.

He also has a book that he won’t let anyone check into. Only he is capable to read the contents inside since even a normal mortal human won’t understand it. You will learn its contents soon.

He is known as the “Holy Beast” a creature created by “God” in order to bring death upon its presence. It is unknown which God is the one who made him exist but Andrew is more likely to resemble a “kind” fallen angel.

It also needs mentioning that he is very religious, mostly seen praying to the Catholic God every midnight in some abandoned church as long as people don’t see him.

His prayers? No one knows.

What makes him different from people is the boney ram horns and the spine-like tail at his back. The tail swishes around like a snake though and has a very sharp and pointy end like a scorpion's stinger.

He always hid behind dark places; alleyways, shades, and the night. He has the fear of sunlight and it tends to hurt him.

In his Beast Form, he turns into a skeletal lion-like creature with a ram's head. A white flaring mane adorned with petals of yellow roses and skulls on his neck.

His tail is long and large, in this case, he might look like a manticore with a face of a ram. And just like the said creature, he is venomous although he can control its lethality. Enough to knock out or enough to kill.

He only is in this form when he needs to defend himself whether they can be smaller or bigger than him. Or even if they are harmless. He just becomes hostile to things that are unknown to him.

He is an omnivore, he can eat meat and veggies. Although he is not a good cook and tends to eat things raw.

Either in human or beast form, he has the ability to smell "life forces." These are energies emitted from living things to determine how healthy they are or if they are close to death.

Lives under a dying tree surrounded by a field of yellow roses and gravestones. He hides from anyone in fear of being driven away, he is changing a lot of places now. But he always stays near this village for some reason. When he leaves if people began to hunt for him, he will return a couple of years later to watch the village.

He has a “mother” figure when he passes by that same village who allowed him to stay in her place in the past. He acts like a young boy during that time and because of his existence, manages to bring a lot of trouble to them.

He learned a lot of things from his mother while acting as an orphaned boy. Cleaning and gardening to name a few. He learns how to cook from her but he fails miserably.

When his “mother” died due to a plague that run rampant in the village, he starve himself for 7 days and nights. Although he won’t die because of who he is. An embodiment of death. He knew that he is the one who caused her death, his own existence and connection to her.

Right now, he is just staying near this large tree every day, and he would roam around to watch and read his book every night.

HOW YOU MEET THEM HEADCANONS

You are just a local herbalist in your village who is known to make herbal medicines to cure common colds and illnesses.

You are well versed in various plants due to your upbringing in living in a forest once with your parents.

You wanted to be a doctor in hopes of protecting and saving people’s lives from diseases and illnesses, but due to your financial stability, you can only become a local herbalist instead.

One night as you leave the village and forage at the forest, you stumble on him reading his book while his tail is swishing around like a snake in the alert.

You hid behind a bush but you accidentally stepped on a twig which cause him to perk up in fear and morph into his Beast Form in defense.

You want to leave, but you are enamored by his appearance that you just remain quiet in hopes that the creature won’t see you. While you are observing his features.

Once he knew where you are in sheer intuition, he pounced at you. Claws extended to prepare a large scratch. You on the other hand jump out of the way as he landed with a harsh impact.

You look back at the creature as it whimpered, trying to be a bit more threatening as you deeply knew that it was bluffing due to it getting hurt from the bushes he landed on.

Carefully, you approach the creature and began checking on him notice his skeletal figure. Or what you can call it that… his entire figure is made up of bones!

Your mind just went into overdrive, how does a creature feel pain when it is just made up of entirely a mass of bones than nerves?

The creature turn back and began glaring at you with the red glint of its eyes behind a black void of its sockets. You just remain there, watching him.

You definitely knew that the creature is not hostile, because the beast is quivering like a nervous puppy.

“Did I scare you? I am sorry if I am.” You said as he stops quivering and stares at you, a bit curious.

He remains silent while you began to get something from your basket, his tail raised high to defend himself but you bring out a loaf of bread to him.

“I don’t know what you eat, but here is my apology gift that I scared you.” You then place the bread down on the grass and you slowly walk back away from him in order to avoid further conflict.

He just stares at the bread and began poking it with his boney snout. Nibbling on to the food as you left the scene without him noticing.

When he finished the good bread he look back up and found that you are nowhere around which made him panic.

Will you start telling the people in your village about his existence? Are you going to bring a mob to drive him away?

Because of those kinds of thoughts, he starts finding your location by tracking the scent of your life force.

Your scent reminds him of the irises that his mother grew in his garden, which manage to enthrall him.

Not long after, he found your home and watch as you immediately get inside your abode and lock the door. Not noticing the looming figure hiding behind the woods and watching the lights in your house flare up as you began to sort the herbs from your recent forage.

Not wanting to scare you again, he began to settle himself above a big tree and watch as you close the lights and go to sleep. He decides on confronting you tomorrow night.

HOW HE FALLS FOR YOU

Your kindness and generosity are what make you alluring for him, along with your honesty to your clients as you tell them what is the better medicine to take when they have certain ailments.

You did not cheat the price and set things fair for everyone, he watches every barter, negotiation, and even transaction that you made when it comes to your herbs and medicines.

Every morning he would stay by that same tree as he watch you open your small shack called your own store while he would hide behind the shade of the trees in his human form.

Your hardworking manner and gentle nature made kids from the nearby village come and visit you which makes him miss his mother figure.

He found your caring nature sweet and this made him want to go closer to you, but knowing who he is he prefers to stay back and watch only as time passes by.

He already forgot about confronting you since it seems you have no intention of mentioning him when you are interacting with your clients.

The scent of fresh bread that you bought from the village as you are done shopping at the farmer's market made him want to approach you.

One night he comes knocking at your door after you close your shack from a finished working day. He is skittish and nervous... but he is reminding himself that you are kind especially when you gave him food as his beast form.

Despite knowing that he does not feel hunger.

You opened the door and saw his features, no doubt that it is the same creature that you met in the woods. The one you gave your bread.

He is quite confused, you did not scream or closed the door right in front of his face. You just give out a small warm smile and greeted him.

"How may I help you, kind sir?" You asked with the sweetest tone he had ever heard in his life.

SFW

Andrew in this form is very possessive and obsessive, the moment you greeted him and accepted him in your home makes him feel like he wants to mark this as his territory.

Including you.

He can not stop swishing his bony tail around whenever he is around you. Like an excited puppy.

You asked if he has any home. He actually does, but he wants to stay in your place.

You gave him your own room to sleep in since you do not have a guest bedroom like one of those houses that provided one for visitors. Making you sleep on a chair at certain times.

He is extremely guilty because of this, hence he tends to carry you back to your bed when he knew that you are in a deep sleep. After this, he would sleep on the floor with the flat blade of his shovel as his pillow.

Privacy is a bit of a... confusing matter for him.

At certain times he would be extremely close to you when you are doing something like cooking, preparing herbs, and cleaning.

But there are also times he would be at the corner of your house when you are resting or reading a book. Watching you with his dull red eyes, expecting something that you might do.

"What are you doing?" You asked him as he would look away a bit shyly. "Do you want to read a book with me?"

Coaxing him to join in some activities manages to further his own possession to you. Such kindness is a thing that was never given to him, he hoped that he will keep it since the first one that he got was stolen from him by the cruelty of fate.

Cooking some stew for dinner? He would clean, prepare, and give out the ingredients to you immediately.

Cleaning the house? He already did the more complicated parts like cleaning the ceiling and the wall corners so that you will not be in a difficult situation. Since he is tall and all.

Sorting the herbs? He already did it last night while you slept and he even add more herbs that you have never seen before.

He already did a lot for you to the point that you can let him stay in your house for good which excites him.

You ask him for his name which he said that he has none. He then told you that you can name him.

This made you call him Andrew, like the apostle. Since that you notice him reading a lot and stuff especially when it is about his religion.

Because of this... he is now extremely close to you, quite literally.

He even began to talk to you about himself... a creature of death.

Not going to lie, you are freaked out but not very much since he is very gentle and sweet to you.

He tells you more of the book he is carrying which is actually a record book of people's deaths throughout the living realm. The stories of their lives were magically written on the pages where he would read about the inspiring and tragic tales of every living being.

This is why he loves reading things and it made him learn about this world.

You can feel his breath on your neck as he watches you cook breakfast for the two of you.

He would touch your hand as both of you read a book and teach him a couple of things about your village.

He would wrap his bony tail around one of your legs as you two took a moment of respite after a day of work from your shack.

One night when he slept on the floor he can feel you trying to carry him. He wants to be awake but at the same time, he wants to know what you are going to do to him.

He then realizes that you are carrying him towards the bed with all your might, but his weight made you almost stumble on the floor.

You cover him with a blanket as you place him at one side of the bed and set yourself on the other side. He can feel his heart flutter until your hands let him go and kept to yourself.

He never knew how much he wanted to feel your hands on him, hence is now trying to make you fall for him.

He would disguise himself as a human to make himself more appealing to you.

He would try to go out every morning and tend to your small garden patch under the sunlight. It end up horribly though as you began to tend on his face and skin that were affected by the sunlight which he relishes later of your touch.

Andrew is a very touch-starved man, he will do ANYTHING just to feel you. Even to the point of hurting himself. Which he tends to do mostly.

His recklessness made you worry so you try to stop him by embracing him. Begging him to stop and stay inside every morning.

This manages to skyrocket his desire to have you fully. Which makes him shower flowers to you.

Yes, you hear it right. Flowers. He does not know much about giving gifts like food, jewelry, or anything that you like. He will always give you irises no matter how scarce they are around the woods.

He would give you yellow roses, but he does not like the meaning behind it.

He places irises on your nightstand when you wake up, near your desk, then to a vase in your kitchen, or even a patch of it in your small garden.

You can tell that the gesture is sweet but you do have to say that it manages to make you feel a sweat drop every time you have to deal with another batch of irises near your bed.

One day you decide to bring him to your shack to help your small herbs shop which he is most excited about. Especially now that he is under the disguise of a human with no horns, tail, or skulls on his features.

Let's say that it did not go well.

Male customers who would flirt towards you will only be greeted by the coldest voice that Andrew can muster. With the sharpest of red glares like they are glowing in the dark.

Sometimes he would instinctively carry the shovel as if he is going to hit someone but you would say to your customer that he is just going to tend the garden and shove Andrew out to avoid further conflict.

Female customers who are very close to you will make Andrew jealous, doing his best for you to change your attention only to him. Which causes your customers to giggle and playfully tease you.

HIS YANDERE TENDENCIES REVEALED

You got this customer who began to be very rude to you, demanding a medicine that can cure an incurable sickness that he had.

You on the other hand apologize to him because you can not provide the medicine he needed which angers the man further.

The man went over the counter and was ready to strike you only for him to stop and stare at you with blank eyes.

You panicked when the man immediately slump over the counter, not breathing and his skin went pale. People will call you a murderer if anyone knows about this.

Crying in fear, Andrew immediately went inside the shack that is your shop and began consoling you.

His horns and tail revealed as he embraced you with his tall frame. Muttering an unknown language to calm you down.

"...Forgive me, my iris." He said to your ear as he nuzzled his face now onto your neck, his breathing erratic while you feel one of his horns brushing the side of your cheeks as your tears fell down to it.

He has an indirect effect of causing illnesses and death when angered to the fullest extent. A curse as the beast of death.

No holds barred for him when he is angry. He WILL kill anyone who dares to bring harm to you either being as a nightmare in the darkness or bringing a swift quiet death.

After that scene, his yandere tendencies are at their peak. Villagers will rarely go towards you for medicine, people are being wary of the mysterious deaths, and also the talk of a mysterious man in your home.

Andrew will cover the bodies that he killed by burying them away from your home... or worse, consuming them under his beast form.

They are disgusting in taste, not as delicious as the meals you provided for him. But if it is a proper way to dispose of the evidence that can pile against you then so be it.

He will always come back at midnight, covered with blood.

When people from the village began to ask you about the missing people, you honestly told them that you have no idea. Although the glaring eyes from Andrew as he hid from your bedroom made you think that he has an idea about it.

You confronted him when you two are heading to bed.

And it went not into your expectations.

"Andrew, what do you know about the missing people?"

He seethes at the edge of the bed, glaring at the floor as he relished their screams. A feeling that he is not that well aware that he has.

"They deserve it, they... are in the way." He said as he looked up at you, eyes glowing in the dim light. "They are going to harm you, my iris. I am not going to lose you like I lost her... I am weak back then, not capable to control myself."

You are by the corner, afraid of his words. He stood up and approach you as his tail swished around like a snake, your noses touching as he stares at you deep into your eyes. You can feel his breath on your face.

"Such kindness should never be tainted by those demonic scum..." He grimly stated as he place a small chaste kiss on the corner of your lips. A taste that he never knew that made him feel addicted.

He growled angrily to himself for not having such self-restraint and to God for creating such a beautiful creature that existed in the living realm.

Every day he will be always there with you, no matter how much the sunlight began to hurt him. You still gently tend to his sunburned wounds no matter how much he scared you.

"...I love you, my iris." He muttered this one day under the shade of a tree that you two rested beneath.

No matter what you say, whether you looked at him as a friend or a lover he will always be there with you.

You will have to deal with it though because there is no way you can escape death when death themselves have fallen in love to you.

#identity v #idv #idv gravekeeper #identity v gravekeeper #idv andrew kreiss #andrew kreiss #andrew kreiss x reader #yandere x reader #yandere andrew kreiss x reader #idv headcanons #headcanons #idv gravekeeper headcanons

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kcuf-ad · 1 year

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My Least Favourite Fic Of All Time

The fic I am talking about is from GhostKaiser23's Jaden's Harem fic, in which I would rather eat sandpaper than ever read it ever again.

Now, here is the first problem, it is a harem fic, and at the time I was into in, but now I feel emberrased that I even liked that genre.

Here are my minor problems: Jaden uses an Evil Hero deck, which is never explained whatsoever, and I feel like they wanted him to look cool, but it fails. Jaden here is nothing like the canon counterpart, but instead it is replaced by some OC bum whose adopted parents are Yugi and Tea, which is a horrible decision. They insult the Gravekeeper's Chief by calling him a douchebag, even though he has the full right to be angry at them due to tresspassing on their shit. Their comedy is so unfunny. They have like one funny moment, but that is it, in the entire 80 chapter fic, I only laughed once. They want to sound all edgy with all of the writing like kicking them in the balls, but it just comes off as childish. The writing is horrendous, like they want to come off as like Deadpool, but it ruins the writing of the fic, like we get it, just shut the hell up and let us read the fic like normal people, and a pet peeve, but whenever they want to make sure a word is slightly louder than the other, they always go off in BIG CAPTIAL LETTERS.

The duels are one sided, and aren't fun to read. Zane (Or Zana) did not inflict a single point of damage to Jaden. That's right. ZANE TRUESDALE. Not some idiot that just learned the game, but the greatest duelist on the island.

Here are now my major problems:

They always go on the character's design, which is good, but for some reason they keep on describing the size of a woman's... you know what, and they even had a whole ass compentition on that. Hell they even mock girls that are flat, and I just hate that. Like I just hate any form of bodyshaming, but this is just wrong. Like REALLY wrong.

The Romance is just awful, and doesn't make any sense. Like one chapter, Alexis says that she knows that Jaden won't cheat on her, BUT, a couple of chapters later, he fucks Fonda, gets her pregnant and gets away with it, like WTF?! Not to mention, that Fonda was so sure that she will keep a baby from a student, and wanted a student to be a dad to her baby, like DAFUQ?! And Yugi and Tea aren't like why is this woman sure that you are being the baby's dad, but no they are like "HURRAY! We are grandparents!"

There is an incest and non con scene in one of the chapters. Which, no, just no. They try to make it look like a bad thing (the incest part), but the author also ships Bwen, which if you know, is incest.

They bash any character that was somewhat of a jerk in their episode, into the massive assholes on the planet, even Hassleberry, like why?

Crowler bashing, which okay, could work if it is meant in good meaner, but NO! They make him into the biggest asshole on the planet for no reason, like they haven't watched Season 4 at all! Like this man has no character arc, no redemeption and NOTHING! It boils my fucking blood! I just know that they think Sasuke is the biggest piece of shit on the planet, I just know it.

The main reason why I hate this fic, Zane (Zana) Bashing. Zane is genderbent in this version. The way that they treat and write her is just the most, horrendous writing I have ever seen. She never wins a single duel, she is stomped in every duel without dealing a single life point of damage, became a yandere, sexually assaulted Jaden, slapped Blair, treated Syrus like trash, and made her out to be the biggest piece of shit on the planet.

In conclusion: Fuck This Fic.

#rant #fanfiction rant #fanfic rant #fuck this fic #vent #this felt good to write

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paranormalpainter · 6 months

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Rules and Masterlist:

This is screenshotted from my DA account since the same rules I have on there also apply to my other socials =w=:

Art Status:

Commissions: Closed

Art Trades: Closed

OC Masterlist{Will be updated overtime}:

Slenderverse:

Elijah "Eli" Ember"/The Gravekeeper: Bio

Cherylanne "Cheryl" Ember/CherryxBomber: Bio

Creepypasta/Horror:

Emma Crescendo-Matthews{Main AU}: Bio

Rima Crescendo-Matthews{Main AU}: Bio

Normal/Non-Fandom Related:

Twisted Wonderland:

Diamond Crown Academy{Fan school by @phoenix-manga}:

Emma Crescendo-Matthews{DCA AU}: Bio

Rima Crescendo-Matthews{DCA AU}: Bio

Amethyst Magicjewel: Bio

Noel Desertjewel: Bio

Splatoon:

Normal:

Yandere:

Lucinda Ardelean: Bio

Mirai Kotoba: Bio

OC's I adopted from other creators:

Jessalyn Everthorn{Adopted Witch OC by @naughtykittydv-1992}: Bio

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randomfanner · 3 years

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The Gravekeeper/ Andrew Kreiss Yandere HC

I am sure someone saw me getting into IDV coming

TW: Yandere stuff ahead, Stalking.

- Andrew is very likely to become a yandere honestly. It does not take much to get him to fall and become rather clingy. The man is not used to being treated like a human, so even just small things could make him never want to leave your side.

- That being said, he is much more of a danger to himself than you or any of your other loved ones.

- Stalker Type for sure, you can always feel a pair of eyes on you and ever so often there is something missing from your room. He is too shy to approach so would rather watch you from afar.

- Worship type, he thinks of you as his little Moonstone, glowing but not so much it hurts him. Beautiful and bright and something always to look towards, and something he can admire and love, even if he cannot get close himself.

- Dependence type, even if he does not feel like he can get close to you, he feels without you he would lose himself. He needs you to be around, he needs you in his life.

- Self-Sacrifice type, in a match you are what he wants to save, any sort of damage that could be given to you he will do his best to try and defend if you are chaired he is after you first no matter what. He wants you to be safe, he does not care for himself... Or others in many cases.

- He is rather sweet and shy in general honestly, he will not kill or harm anyone else you care for. He will leave trinkets to try and show is his affection. If you do get close to him, make him realize he can have his precious Moonstone he will either calm down and you two might have a normal, healthy relationship... Well, as much as you can get in these circumstances... But there is always a chance of him... Getting more dangerous.

#identity v gravekeeper #grave keeper idv #gravekeeper x reader #idv gravekeeper #grave keeper identity v #andrew kreiss #Andrew Kreiss x reader #yandere male #yandere #yandere headcanons #idv headcanons #Gravekeeper Headcanons #Yandere Gravekeeper #Yandere Andrew Kreiss

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yanderes-galore · 3 years

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Bro, Anon I actually was planning to do him next anyways. Andrew is such a soft boy-

I gave you a scenario like I did with Victor, but if you wanted actual HCs I can do that too. This is also SFW because it was not specified.

Salvation

Yandere! Andrew Kreiss (Gravekeeper) Scenario

Summary: All it takes is kindness to corrupt a man. It's all Andrew needs to taste to get a craving of you.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere themes like a forced relationship, obsession, dark behavior, stalking.

A monster. That's all he was ever called in his life. That's why he was around the rotting carcasses of the deceased more than actual people. They never called him a monster.

No one would care if he followed the Letter to the manor. No one would miss him if he never came back. Maybe he could be happier there.

Yet he still was met with people. Other people who followed the letter and came just like him. Then he was forced to follow the rules of the manor and become a mere toy for whoever ruled over it.

Life was always cruel to him, yet he felt he deserved it. His one and only salvation tarnished, he felt the others despised him like everyone else.

Which is why he was surprised that you came up to him, willingly. You had no fear of him, but he was scared of you. What if you also came to mock him.

But, there was no mocking. Only curiosity and kind words. You didn't care about his illness, him being albino. You talked to him like a normal person would, and he couldn't help but eat up every word you said.

From that point on, he could only trust one person in this manor. He followed you everywhere like a lost puppy. He never really did anything, however. It was just like he basked in your presence.

You feel like Salvation to him. You're a good person to care for a monster like him. It feels nice to just be accepted by you.

You are always body blocked by him to protect you in matches. The hunters would hit him as he tries his hardest to help you kite.

You would always feel bad after, coming to help him out with his wounds as he stiffens at your touch. It was like you purified him with every soft and caring gesture.

You gave him the love and care the world couldn't, was it his fault when he got drunk off it? Was it his fault when he wanted to keep you and drag you down with him?

He fought with himself, you were a luxury who could be tainted by him. He didn't want to harm you and lose all of the care he gained.

But he obsessed over you to the point where it didn't matter what the other half of his brain said. He couldn't let you be stolen away from him now.

His behavior became rotten, other survivors left to the hunters while you and him get out each time. You at first thought it was just a bad day, until it happened all time.

He hovered closer than before, yet still hesitant to touch you. He was snappy towards other Survivors except you.

You needed to confront him, so you offered to speak with him.

The entire conversation felt uneasy, eyes the color of dry blood staring at you as you fumble with your words.

"What is up with you lately?"

You can see him tense for a moment.

"You aren't even trying to save others anymore, only me! What's wrong?"

"They'd be better as corpses."

You stop accusing, and stare back into those sunken eyes.

"...what?"

"Corpses don't call you a monster. Corpses won't hurt you or bad mouth your appearance. Corpses don't steal everything you love away and leave you damp and cold."

You flinch back when he abruptly stands up, leaning on his shovel as he seethes.

"Everyone could be a corpse for all I care, except you. You were nice enough not to call me names or cast me away."

"Andrew please-"

"I wouldn't mind if they all died by the hunters, as long as I can have you as my Salvation."

You distance yourself. Maybe he was in fact a monster. Maybe you managed to crack open that scared and antisocial shell of his and released something. A monster dark, cold, and damp that dwelled in the darkness.

A monster that wouldn't mind tarnishing something so pure, as long as he could have it to himself.

Author's Final Thoughts: This one was really fun to write. It's my first Tumblr Ask so I'm quite happy. Sometimes he felt out of character, but I think it ended great.

#yandere x reader #yandere identity v #identity v #yandere identity v gravekeeper #identity v gravekeeper #male yandere #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere male x female

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idv-lovemail · 3 years

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Idv-Lovemail’s Writing Masterlist

art credit to me @minoux-x ☆ (^ω<) there may be some link errors and i might be missing some here (let me know in an ask if you spot any errors please!) but i will be updating this every so often~

Survivors

-Gravekeeper

S/O who has vitiligo

Reader who blames themselves a lot

Aesop/ Andrew/ reader in a polyam relationship

Taking care of sick reader

Jealousy

Cuddling

NS/FW

Affectionate fem reader

reader who has cats

-Prospector

When they want attention/affection

NS/FW

NS/FW cont.

Date headcanons

-Prisoner

When they want attention/affection

Jealousy

Cuddling

NS/FW

reader who has cats

crushing/relationship

-Mercenary

When they want attention/affection

Cuddling

NS/FW

Fem rescuer reader

-Embalmer

Romantic Headcanons

Jealousy

NS/FW

Cuddling

Reader who wears lolita fashion

Aesop/ Andrew/ reader in a polyam relationship

reaction to their S/O cheating on them

yandere headcanons

hickies

intimacy

-Acrobat

NS/FW

NS/FW cont.

Reader who wears lolita fashion

-Postman

NS/FW

Jealousy

Cuddling

reader who has cats

-Painter

making up with his S/O after they got into a fight

Jealousy

NS/FW

-Mind’s Eye

S/O with Albinism

inventor S/O who makes glasses to reverse her blindness

-Cowboy

NS/FW fem reader

Kevin/ Demi/ Jose x reader polyam headcanons SFW + NS/FW

making up with s/o after an argument

jealousy

crushing

-First Officer

NS/FW

Kevin/ Demi/ Jose x reader polyam headcanons SFW + NS/FW

romantic headcanons

Hunters

-Violinist

reader self care

NS/FW cont.

NS/FW

general headcanons with fem reader

-Wu Chang

Flying guillotine x reader who works for Lady 13 in the tea house

Yandere Flying Guillotine

Yandere Flying Guillotine NS/FW

NS/FW

playing the pocky game with reader

in love with survivor reader

-Photographer

reader scared of photo world

Moonlight gentleman NSFW cont.

Moonlight Gentleman SFW and NSFW

reaction to their S/O cheating on them

cuddling

relationship headcanons cont.

relationship headcanons

baking sweets with his S/O

-Disciple

romantic headcanons

reader who has cats

-Evil Reptilian

NS/FW

-Bloody Queen

NS/FW

cross dressing S/O

courtship headcanons

romantic headcanons with michiko

#identity v #identity v imagines #identity v headcanons #idv x reader #identity v x reader #writing masterpost #writing masterlist

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love-toxin · 3 years

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kiss of death; thanatos.

a/n: zagreus isn't the only one that's desperate to get out of the underworld.

warnings: yandere thanatos, kidnapping, death, possessiveness, post-canon, violence, blood.

“...Thought you could get away from me, did you?”

Words spoken so softly they almost fell upon deaf ears, but the chill of his voice crept up on the back of your neck as if he’d touched you, his fingertips cold as death’s embrace itself. Plumes of black smoke gathered around Thanatos’ ankles as he appeared, his eyes void of mercy while his scythe gleamed in the light of Elysium’s false sky. It could just as well have been night when his presence was so near.

A thousand answers rose in your throat and died on your lips, and you felt the heaviness of the exalted souls’ emotions around you--you felt the urge to drop to your knees and plead for your life, just as so many had done and would continue to do after you. However, your misfortune knew no bounds, and you had no need to pray to the gods to know that he would never accept your pleas for mercy.

“Answer me.”

With speed contesting even Hermes, he swung the scythe downwards and slashed through the air, as if he meant to cut the string of your life himself and send you hurtling back into the river Styx a thousand levels below. He had once threatened to drown you in it during an especially miserable argument--and though such a fate was horrific to imagine, your grip tightened on your stolen spear when you reminded yourself that giving up now would be so much worse.

“...So, what now? You’re going to kill me with that, are you?”

He didn’t even bother to gesture to your trembling hands clamped around the hilt, your body nowhere near meant for the warrior’s path you’d taken, even in death. Zagreus had carved his way through a thousand souls and clawed his way out of the Underworld to reach the glory of Olympus, and though you'd gotten a head start yourself, you were nowhere near capable of the same prowess and skill that had allowed him to escape his fate. But you'd be damned if you didn't at least try, even when it meant that Thanatos would sniff you out and hunt you down like a bloodhound once he returned and noticed your absence.

Though he exuded raw fury and ominous strength, his eyes had become empty and lifeless. Soft, fluttery sounds of lilting voices and a breeze blowing gently through trees that only appeared to be alive cut through the silence, the peace of Elysium doing little to ease your terror at having been caught by your gravekeeper. Thanatos stepped forward silently, the grass of the courtyard where he'd stopped you withering and dying around his feet...and with as careful a touch as ever, he laid his fingertip against your blade and slowly trailed it downwards, leaving a clean streak through the viscera that bloodied your weapon.

“...Give it a try, little bird. The lesson will sink in better when you struggle to put down what cannot be killed.”

As the words dripped off his lips like the venom of a spider's jaws, the pressure of his finger on the hilt of your sword suddenly grew stronger. The force was so much, in fact, that it took barely a moment for the imbalance to break your grip and your weapon to clatter to the ground, and skitter out of your reach with a firm tap of his heel. Thanatos caught your chin with the palm of his hand, your face tilted up to look at him while he undoubtedly pondered what lengths he could go to make you suffer for your betrayal.

He had once told you that it was a great personal sacrifice to let you reside in Elysium while he travelled between the surface to Tartarus, but he had done so to preserve the freedom and happiness you so craved as a mortal that had once lived and breathed. He did so for you, because he loved you, he said. Your gaze was caught in those steely eyes, your hands trembling around his wrist that flexed as he held you.

"I've loved you since your last breath, the moment that I first held you in my arms."

Strands of pearlescent hair fell into his face as he searched your expression for answers, for remorse, for anything to direct his resolution towards. The only way forwards, he decided, was in moving in so close that your noses brushed aside one another, and your resolve crumbled entirely once his lips met yours and his breath chilled you from the inside out.

Within seconds you felt the weakness overcome you, and it only grew stronger the longer Thanatos went without breaking the suffocating kiss. Your nails scrabbled for purchase on his cloak while he gripped you so roughly by the back and your exposed thigh, and the deeper he pushed his affection the more you struggled against the feeling of faint, much less try to keep your breathing steady. Your eyelids fluttered closed at long last, the end of your suffering near as your limbs slowly went limp...and you hung like a doll in his arms, completely incapacitated before your journey back to the mortal world could even truly begin.

It made little difference to Thanatos, however, as he collected your body and carried you like a corpse's bride down the path he knew so well towards the House. By the time he arrived, you would have pulled yourself from the pool of Styx and would start having your meltdown at realizing you were on Hades' doorstep, the comforting tranquility of Elysium far from your mind as you begged in such a pitiful way to be let go.

For such a lovely soul, you really could be such a miserable wretch when you were pushing away his love. What compelled him to make you his, he might never know...but surely it would be much easier to have you clinging to his arm this time, when you were weeping and wailing at his return and begging him to bring you back to where you "belonged".

“I don’t have to force you. You’re mine...you don’t have any other choice.”

#yandere thanatos #thanatos x reader #thanatos #hades #love-toxin #1k

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yanderefantasies · 3 years

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Yandere Andrew Kreiss but his train conductor skin headcanons? Sfw or nsfw, your choice ❤❤ go wild and have fun!!

Thanks for the request dear<3

Edit: Sorry about the bad grammar btw love- I didn’t think to spell check it when I was done;;;

•One of the more reserved personas of his, which is seriously saying something. He’s very obsessive of his darling but is usually too scared to speak out when he wants to.

•Train Conductor Andrew admires you from a safe distance- as in, watching you from other rooms and occasionally going over to ask you how the ride is going so far, or if you need anything.

•If he’s brave enough, then he’ll try and strike up a small conversation to get to know more about you. Asking about where you’re headed, what your plans are, how long you’ll be staying, etc.

•He may even try and prolong the train ride if possible, just to see you more often.

•Train Conductor Andrew is quite snappy with anyone else though, and tried to end conversations with them quickly- he doesn’t see them fit enough to be within his gaze, unlike you.

•If you accept any advances he may try, then his behavior won’t change all too much other than staying in your room longer than usual, and trying to spend some alone time with you.

•When you’re official, he’ll ask you to travel with him. Andrew’s persona wouldn’t be able to take the pain of seeing you leave him- but he also knows he can’t leave the train.

•If you accept his offer, then he’ll provide the upmost care and comfort for you while you’re with him, you’re Andrew’s top priority after all. And now that you’re with him, there’s nothing stopping him from approaching and being close to you anymore.

•If you accept his offer, then I’m afraid he’ll resort to force. Train Conductor Andrew turns from an obsessive type, to a possessive one. He just can’t allow you to leave him so suddenly- not when he’s offering everything he has to you. He loves you, can’t you see that?

•You’ll have no choice but to stay with him either way.

(NSFW):

•The NSFW side of your relationship will only happen when you decide to stay with him, or when he forces you to stay. Both are about the same, but if you accept him first, then he’ll be more touchy way sooner.

•Train conductor Andrew is desperate- no amount of watching you from afar was ever enough to satisfy him- he’s dreamt of touching you while you were traveling on the train, and now he can finally have you for himself.

•He’ll only try anything when the other passengers on the train are asleep or occupied, that way he’ll have an opportunity to keep you in his private room-

•Andrew himself is extremely touch starved, the same goes for his personas. Train Conductor Andrew will grab at anything he can of you.

•When he’s feeling especially needy, he’ll drape his coat over your shoulders while he does the work-

•For your first time, he’s much more rough than expected. His only goal is to claim and hold- and Andrew will do just that. His constant chants of your name and ‘I love you’s’ may get on your nerves sometimes though-

•He loves your voice when he’s touching you- it’s the quickest way to rile him up. A simple whimper will completely send him off the edge if you catch him off guard.

•Will always try his best to please you no matter what he has to do- if sex is the way to get you to stay with him, then he’ll listen to whatever requests you may have.

#yandere #yandere blog #yandere x reader #requests #yandere requests #identity v #yandereverse #tw: yandere #yandere Andrew kreiss #andrew kreiss #the gravekeeper #yandere identity v #yandere idv #yandere idv x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #train conductor #idv train conductor #yandere skin hcs #yandere idv skins

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undobutton · 3 years

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Yayyyy request are open

I have a wired request I have exams soon but can I get train conductor andrew and demi [Separately] getting jealous because your hanging out with other people and not spending time with them. I know this shloud be like a encouraging ask but I live for the jealousy that picks and eats people right up and why not a better way before exams 🏃

I'm sending you all my luck for you exams. I hope you do well💖

but unfortunately I don't write for Demi so I won't be including her, I apologize.

ANDREW KREISS (gravekeeper) ☠️

he gets jealous more easily than he'd like to admit.

not many people were nice to him other than his mother while he was growing up.

so to have someone love him enough to be as close to him as you are comes with some fears.

like the fear of you leaving him.

you'd think that his jealousy would make him more mopey and insecure, but he has a lot more pent up rage than he leads on.

i don't see him as a yandere though, he just gets a little angry and wants you to play with his hair😡

when he notices that you're spending a lot of time with someone he will try to see why.

he trusts you ofc, but he just wants to make sure that you just think that they are a cool friend.

then he will see how the friend feels about you.

if they only see you as a friend then he will let you spend some time with them, but plan more dates with you.

if they like you romantically he will mention that you have a boyfriend.

and if they ignore that fact, then he will explain that he is your boyfriend and let you know about how your friend was acting.

how everything goes after that is up to you.

but in the meantime, Andrew has a craving for some cuddles that you missed out on while you were spending time with your friend.

(and he want his hair played with🥺)

8000/10! he tries his best to be understanding and open with how he feels.

thanks for sending in a request! i hope you liked the hcs.

I'm sorry again about the Demi thing, make sure you read my rules💖

-button🌺

reblogs are appreciated ✨

#idv #idv x reader #idv gravekeeper x reader #idv gravekeeper #idv andrew x reader #idv andrew #identity v grave keeper x reader #identity v gravekeeper x reader #identity v grave keeper #identity v andrew x reader #identity v andrew

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luchinosgf · 4 years

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New Rules + Masterlist

Oh god, Oh FUCK, Mieux finally making a master list of all the shit she’s written? YOU BET YOUR ASS.

Y’all may already know this account is a safe zone for all your deepest, darkest desires, but unfortunately there are just some desires I won’t fill.

As of right now, the request/ask box is closed. Check my bio for info.

NSFW requests are allowed! Minors, DNI with #nsfw. All NSFW posts will be fitted with a read more.

I won’t write for Freddy, Kreacher or Percy at all, and I won’t write romantic stuff for Robbie or Burke.

I will write platonic or familial stuff for Robbie and Burke though!

I refuse to tackle subjects like eating disorders, abusive relationships or non-consenting nsfw. This includes yandere. I know I've done a yandere fill, but writing it made me extremely uncomfortable. Subsequently, certain requests surrounding the yandere concept quite literally made me uncomfortable as fuck too. So I don’t fuck with that.

I won’t do Character x Character, but I will do Character x Reader x Character! Please specify if you want a poly ship, or else I’ll do them separately by default.

All requests are gonna be written with a gender neutral survivor reader unless specified.

AND NOW -- without further ado -- The Masterlist I spent all morning doing.

Link to IDV Denny’s (Discord Server)

Survivors

Aesop Carl - Embalmer

Man In Dream / Trickster COA 3 AU

SFW Aesop HC

NSFW Dominant Aesop

Cuddling Aesop

Trickster COA 3 AU NSFW

Threesome with Andrew (in progress)

Victor Grantz - Postman

Victor as a father!

Andrew Kriess - Gravekeeper

Andrew as a father!

NSFW with Andrew

Praise kink elaboration (NSFW)

Taking care of Andrew when he’s sick

Threesome with Aesop (in progress)

Luca Balsa - Prisoner

Luca getting PEGGED (NSFW)

First Kiss

General SFW + NSFW

Dad Luca and his twin daughters

Bafftime

Lucky Guy

General SFW + NSFW

Servais Le Roy - Magician

Dating Servais

Merlin | Fantasy AU Angst

Naib Subedar - Mercenary

SFW + NSFW

Cheshire Naib NSFW

Kevin Alonso/Ayuso - Cowboy

Kith kith...

Eli Clark - Seer

NSFW HC

Eli’s first time (NSFW)

Recluse (Film AU)

Norton Campbell - Prospector

Breeding Kink NSFW

General NSFW

Mike Morton - Acrobat

Breeding Kink NSFW

Comforting him after a long day

Jose Baden - First Officer

kith kith,,,

Edgar Valden - Painter

Clingy Edgar c:

Dating Edgar Valden

Little Spoon Edgar

Edgar NSFW with Dom reader

Painter S/O?? And Edgar’s not a dick??

Fiona Gilman - Priestess

Dating Fiona HC

—

Hunters

Luchino - Evil Reptilian

Luchino in a relationship (SFW)

Domestic Luchino

Mating Season (NSFW)

Touch starved Luchino :(

Breeding Kink (NSFW)

Monster DILF (Not NSFW)

Courting Luchino

Protective Luchino

What his bedroom is like

First meeting!

Luchino meeting Mini Luchino!

NSFW Drabble (Character Day!)

Jealous Luchino

Not mating season Luchino! (NSFW)

Jack - The Ripper

General SFW HC

General NSFW HC

Count’s Banquet AU HC

Xie Bi’an & Fan Wujiu - Wu Chang

Wujiu - Breeding Kink NSFW

Sick reader passes out mid-match

Reacting to pet

General SFW/NSFW + Degradation kink

Joseph Desalunier - Photographer

First Kiss

Breeding kink NSFW

Dating Joseph

General NSFW

En Ligne / Summer Sports AU

First Meeting!

Dominant Joseph Fic (NSFW)

Reacting to pet

Michiko - Geisha

First Kiss

Antonio Paganini - Violinist

Breeding Kink NSFW

Fluffy Dating HC

NSFW HC

Infernal Caprice (Fic) [AO3 LINK]

Galatea - The Scupltor

Support from a new friend :3

Robbie White - Axe Boy

Support from a new PARENT

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #masterlist #idv imagines #rules

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megan-is-mia · 4 years

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Hiya! may I please ask for 16 in manipulative for Yandere Cater please he's underrated

(I know this was requested before the Halloween outfits came out and I had this filled with a short drabble but I got bit by a plot bunny about Halloween Cater not respecting boundaries and it turned into something four times the length of the original fill. Please forgive me!) 16. “If you’re not going to talk, I’ll make it so that you can’t.” (Yandere! Cater Diamond x Fem! S/o)

As a young girl (Y/n) had heard the stories about the ghoulish gravewalker who roamed the church graveyard on stormy nights. How he was supposedly not entirely human, able to create duplicates of himself as easily as one might snap their fingers. The stories said that if you saw him that you better run and pray he didn't catch you else he bury you alive and screaming for mercy in his unholy domain. (Y/n) knew this yet she still ventured out to pay her respects to her dearly departed husband. They’d been childhood sweethearts, married for less than two years before a tragic accident stole her love from this world. Like clock-work, (Y/n) would visit his grave each week with a bouquet of flowers and tell him of her life without him. This visit would mark the one year anniversary of his passing and the stormy weather fit her mood perfectly. “Oh, Matthew the pain of losing you still plagues me every night. Some of your friends have offered to wed me so I will not live in disgrace as a young widow anymore but I cannot yet bear to become a happy bride again. Not when I still weep at the sight of the ring you gave me for our engagement after you finished your apprenticeship” (Y/n) spoke sadly as she set the lilies on her beloved tombstone and knelt to sit before the grave. “A beauty such as you should not be left to mourn so” A voice said from behind (Y/n), her head whipped around as she tried to blink away the raindrops that were blurring her vision. The speaker was obviously male by his voice but she couldn't make out any detail on his attire other than it being black as the night sky above them. “Pardon my interruption Ms (L/n) but I couldn't help but notice how down you looked. Even more so than usual” the man added. “Who are you sir? How do you know my last name?” (Y/n) said in a puzzled tone as she held a hand over her eyes to block some of the rain so she could see the man better and perhaps identify him. She was better able to see him without all the rain in her eyes but she could still not put a finger on who he was. He was wearing a hat with a veil attached to it making it difficult to see his face but a pair of green eyes stared down at her through the fabric. “My name is Cater Diamonds, my fair lady, I’m the gravekeeper of this cemetery among other things. And I assumed that (L/n) was your last name because it is Matthew (L/n)’s grave I see you visiting each week. You look too young to be his mother and you do not resemble the man enough to be his sister. So I must assume you are his late wife, correct?” Cater said with a wide grin that was visible through his veil. “Yes you would be correct in that assumption, I am his wife. And Matthew was the love of my life- is the love of my life even though he has passed. I know I must accept that he is gone forever and find myself a new husband but I cannot bear to do it. He is the only man I have ever loved, how can any new relationship compare to the bond we formed since childhood?” (Y/n) wasn't sure why she was rambling to Cater but it made her feel better. “Then I suppose the only thing you can do is find a husband who is more than a simple man. And in that pursuit I can assist you Ms (L/n)” Cater said, bending down and then sitting on the ground beside (Y/n). He stared at the young woman who only stared back at him with an owlish look and an agape mouth. “Forgive my forwardness but I have fallen madly in love with you over these past twelve months since your husband’s funeral” Cater added with a soft sigh. “But, we have only just met, I do not know you well enough for that” (Y/n) protested her face turning red with embarrassment at how abrupt this strange man’s declaration of love was especially when he’d also admitted to essentially stalking her when she was in her most vulnerable state of grief. She shivered at the thought that he might have heard her ramblings about how much she missed her husband and her desire to be reunited with him in death.

“Ah, but I know you (Y/n) I know you better than anyone else in this little town does” Cater said, leaning in close to the young woman’s face, making it easy for her to see the glow in his eye and the almost unnatural angle of his smile. “I know you even better than that foolish husband of yours. He did not deserve such a treasure as you, I will not be as foolhardy as him” he added grabbing (y/n)’s hand and holding it gently. “You go too far sir, I do not wish to speak to you any longer” (Y/n) said angrily, her face turning even redder now from fury as she yanked her hand away from the man and got to her feet with a huff. She would just have to come back to the graveyard another night when this rude man was not present and she could speak to her deceased love in peace. She began to walk towards the cemetery exit when she heard Cater let out a chuckle. “I wouldn't be so hasty (Y/n)” Cater said, making the young woman stop dead in her tracks before she forced herself back into motion to leave the graveyard with her dignity intact. “Don't ignore me, sweetheart. If you’re not going to talk, I’ll make it so that you can’t” this threat made (Y/n)’s stomach churl and she began walking a bit faster until eventually, she had broken into a sprint towards the cemetery gates.

Cater was right on her heels, easily keeping up with her as she tried to flee from him. She was so focused on keeping distance from him that she didn't see an obstacle suddenly pop up in the archway of the gate and she crashed into it with a painful thud. Whatever the thing was it was grappy and she was held in place by… Cater? When she looked back she could see him walking up behind her, but when she looked down there he was with his arms around her.

“Nobody can escape the grim reaper you know, and no one can escape my shovel once I’ve seen them transpassing in this graveyard” both Caters said in unison. “I cannot let anyone escape, not even a pretty soul like you (Y/n) it is my duty to collect the souls of those who break the rules” he added the sound jumping between the two versions of him and terrifying (Y/n) to such a degree she couldn't do anything but quiver. “Don't be so frightened love, every rule has a loophole after all” the Cater who’d been chasing her said as he reached his clone and (Y/n). “If I make you my wife, then you’ll be under the same obligations as I but also be granted the same protections from the grim reaper” the Cater who was holding her continued for his copy. “All the dead below are ready to witness our union and make it legally binding” the original Cater finished as he grabbed (Y/n) from himself. “All you got to do is say ‘I do’ and give me a kiss. But I warn you if you turn down this offer, I swear that I will spend the rest of eternity keeping that pathetic human whelp of a husband you had away from you in the underworld. So think carefully about what you want to have happen love” Cater said, hugging (Y/n) close as his duplicate faded into the ground below them as if he'd never existed at all. “I…” (Y/n) trailed off, did she really want to go through with this? Agreeing to be wed to a madman who wasn't even human? Was it better to deny him in this moment and try to escape his clutches again? No, deep down she knew the answer was no. She was outmatched and all she could do is try and accept that. “...I do” she finally said, feeling her insides clench as she did so. “Wonderful, now for a kiss to seal the deal~” Cater said gleefully moving one hand to his head to remove his hat and veil, giving (Y/n) her first real view of his ghostly white complexion and his heavily ringed eyes before he closed the distance between them by pressing his lips against hers. His kiss, was truly the kiss of death. (Y/n) could feel him draining the life from her and her eyes fell shut. She’d awake soon after deep in a coffin under the earth with Cater smiling down at her as he welcomed her to her new reality as an gravewalker's wife… THE END

#Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #Yandere Cater Diamond #Cater Diamond

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Monochrome Obsession (Yandere Wu Chang x Female Reader) Part I

There will be three parts, with the third part being a non-consensual lemon (I do not condone these actions). All the parts are finished, but the third part is not typed (I handwrote everything). I’m working up the courage to type it.

Edit: The third part is now out!

Edit 2: If you like my writing, check this out

I’m reposting this from my Wattpad so if you see it there, it’s not stolen. Story under line

Link to part II Hopefully I did this right

Link to part III

(y/n) - your name

(e/c) - eye colour

(f/g) - favorite genre

Character Index:

Margaretha - Female Dancer

Martha - Coordinator

Helena - The Mind’s Eye

Fiona - Priestess

Naib - Mercenary

Wu Chang - Black and White

Fan Wujiu - Black

Xie Bi’an - White

Aesop - Embalmer

Vera - Perfumer

Kevin - Cowboy

Andrew - Gravekeeper

Luca - “Prisoner”

You’ve been in the manor for about a month now. Although you’re no longer considered “new”, you don’t go into too many matches. Partly because you’re still inexperienced at matches but mostly because you’re anxiety peaks in matches.

There’s a match today and you’re determined to participate. Margaretha was supposed to participate in the match, but she sprained her ankle while practicing her dancing. So, Martha gathered everyone in the dining hall to decide who would replace her.

“Alright everyone,” Martha said, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “As everyone knows, Margaretha is unable to participate in today's match. The other three survivors are Helena, Fiona, and Naib. Any survivor would do as the kiting, saving, and decoding roles are covered.” Determined to redeem yourself and to help calm your anxiety, you raise your hand.

“Umm… May I join?” you ask. Martha, slightly surprised, nods. “Just be a bit cautious as you’re still inexperienced.” Nodding, you signal that you understand. Walking over to Helena, you place your hand on her shoulder.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hi,” she responds in her usual quiet voice, “I’m surprised you volunteered to join today’s match.”

“I wanted to try and get over my anxiety.”

“I understand. I had the same problem when I first got here. I think everyone did. The anxiety lessens with experience.” After saying that, she squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“We have about an hour until the match begins. You should get ready,” she says. You thank her and go into your room to prepare for the match.

You were known as the Reader. Particularly good with decoding, you would probably become one of the best decoders in the roster with more experience. However, as you spend most of your time reading, you’re not very athletic. Plus, the book you carry with you is a bit heavy, so it weighs you down significantly. As a result, when a hunter comes by, you try to hide instead of running.

What's your ability? You can see the actions of everyone in the match, including the hunter, 10 seconds before it happens using the book you constantly tote around. Unfortunately, the book takes a while to recover so you can only use it every couple of minutes.

The hour before the match flies by quickly. As you walk to the matching room, you’re legs begin to shake.

“Deep breath in (y/n). Deep breath out (y/n),” you mutter yourself as you reach the room. Fiona and Helena are already seated. You take a seat in the middle of them.

“Where’s Naib?” You ask.

“He’s getting his elbow pads from his room,” Fiona replies, fiddling with her metal ring. You bob your head and engage in a conversation with the two while waiting for Naib to come back.

Naib soon comes back and sits in the chair closest to the door.

“The match will begin in thirty seconds,” The host’s voice booms from nowhere.

‘I guess the hunter was already here then. I wonder for how long?’ you wonder. A sound of glass breaking is heard and your vision goes black.

The sound of glass breaking is heard as your vision returns. It appears you’re by the pier in Lakeside Village. The sound of Helena’s cane is heard and you can vaguely see everyone’s outline. Apparently, the hunter is Wu Chang. You haven’t had any matches with him yet but you’ve heard stories from the other survivors. Wu Chang is made up of two people. The white version is more docile than other hunters and mostly patrols the area while the black version is incredibly aggressive. Due to the Black’s aggression and White’s huge hitbox, Wu Chang is a feared hunter among the survivors. You really don’t want to encounter him.

Before running over to the cipher machine nearby, you turn to see where everyone was. Helena is over by the shore cipher, decoding. Fiona is far behind you, working on the cipher within by the boatshed. Naib is in the cornfields. You open your book to see who the hunter will go after first.

Fiona is hurriedly decoding the boatshed cipher, wiping the sweat off her brow as she focuses, while Helena works on the shore cipher. Naib is working on the cornfield cipher but will quickly be interrupted by the smirking mercilessly Black form of Wu Chang.

You call out to Naib that the hunter is going to attack him, hoping that the winds present in Lakeside would carry your voice across the map. As you run to the cipher to begin decoding, you hear Naib call out a thank you. Unfortunately, Wu Chang must have also heard you because a bell sound is heard before Naib is hit.

“Crap,” you mutter to yourself.

“Don’t move! I’m coming!” Fiona calls out. A light bell sound is heard, meaning a cipher has been completed. Helena sure is fast. You continue decoding until a female scream is heard out. Fiona.

“Continue decoding!” she yells out. Helena hits her cane again, revealing Fiona chaired nearby. Naib, seeing you, runs over to you.

“Can you quickly heal me,” he asks, gesturing to the cuts on his arms. By the time you are able to heal him, Fiona likely has less than half a minute left before the rocket chair sends her back to the manor. Naib equips his elbow pads and dashes off. You continue decoding and finish the cipher. Unfortunately, it seems Naib wasn’t able to make it in time. Fiona’s screams as she blasts off are mingled with Naib’s as he is hit. Helena hits her cane once more, revealing Naib by the cornfields and Helena decoding the shack cipher by the shore.

Your book has recovered by this point so you open it.

Naib runs around the windmill by the shore door, heart beating wildly. Unfortunately for Naib, White teleports using his umbrella. Unwisely looking fearfully behind him, Naib runs headfirst into Black. Naib screams in terror as the grinning Black hits him.

“Naib!” you scream. “White is going to teleport to you when you go around the windmill!”

“Thanks (y/n)!” Naib yells back. You smile, happy with yourself that you helped in some way. You run to the barely started cornfield cipher and begin decoding. A light bell sound is heard, meaning Helena finished her cipher. Great! You were half done yours. Your happiness fades away seconds later as Naib screams as he is hit.

“Just a bit longer Naib! I’m almost done!” You call out. Helena hits her cane, revealing her by the ship exit gate and Naib limping in pain, Wu Chang right behind him. Before the vision of the two fades, you see Naib vault a window, thinking Wu Chang isn’t far behind him. Unluckily for Naib, it’s a slow vault. Wu Chang hits him as he’s vaulting, resulting in a terror shock.

“Keep decoding! I’m saving him!” Helena calls out.

“Helena! Don’t!” you scream out, only to be met with silence. You fearfully keep decoding, not knowing what else to do. A feminine scream pierces through the night soon after. You try decoding faster, hoping to at least assist Helena with Borrowed Time.

“Keep it up, Helena!” Naib shouts from his place in the chair.

“I’m almost done decoding!” you also shout out into the night. Just as you're about to pop the last cipher, a bell sound is heard. Unfortunately, this one doesn’t mean someone's done decoding. Helena manages to hit her cane before being downed, almost as if she knew it was inevitable

“Come on… Come on…” you mutter, decoding faster than you’ve ever decoded before, not even checking if Helena was picked up. You finish decoding and a siren is heard.

“Yes!” you shout. A fizzing was heard.

“She was chaired!” Naib yells as he flies through the air. You freeze. It was just you and Helena left and Helena was already chaired. You don’t even know where the dungeon is. You hold onto the cipher, shaking intensely. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. No matter what you did, you were screwed. Maybe you could save if…

“The hunter has detention!” Helena calls out, interrupting your thoughts.

‘There goes that idea,’ You bitterly think to yourself.

“Don’t save me! Open the door!” she replies.

“But what about-”

“Just do it!” Helena’s usually calm and quiet demeanor is replaced by a firm tone. Begrudgingly, you head towards the cornfield door.

Just as you reach the door, you hear Helena’s terrified scream as she blasts off into the night. Trying to ignore your anxiety-ridden thoughts, you start entering the code for the door. A blast of red light besides you is your only clue to start running. You head into the cornfields, only looking back to see Black stalking after you, long hair blowing in the breeze behind him. You huddle in a corner of the field and bite down hard on your right hand in order for the scream bubbling up in your throat not to release.

Soon after you crouch, you hear the footsteps of Wu Chang near you, his eyes glowing a scarlet red. You dig your fingers hard into your palm to the point where blood is nearly drawn. That’s when he enters your vision. Black is walking vertically towards where you are crouching, sighing as he goes. In a couple seconds, he’ll be upon you. You hold your breath, not knowing what else to do.

Then, he looks directly at you. Your pounding heart stops as you see black spots in your vision.

‘I’m going to die. I’m going to die,’ you keep repeating in your head. Blood spurts from your hands from how hard you are biting/digging in to them. Black comes towards you and…

Completely ignores you.

He walks inches by you, his long braid almost hitting you in the face. You don’t dare to even turn your head to see where he is going. You only dare to move when the purple glow from your chest has completely disappeared. You run back to the cornfield gate and continue putting in the code. The gate quickly opens and you dash through. As you disappear into the night, one thought echoes in your head.

‘He saw me so why didn’t he down me?’

Over the next few months, you began to see Wu Chang in matches frequently, they being the most common hunter you see. Thus, when you were chosen for a match, everyone assumed the hunter would be Wu Chang.

As for your interactions with the Black and White hunter, they’ve been acting odd towards you. There’s only been one match where they’ve hit you. Instead, they would just stare at you for a bit before walking away. Even the bloody thirsty Black never made a move to hurt you.

The one time they hit you was about a month ago in the Red Church. There were three ciphers decided and you were the last survivor left. You tried looking for dungeon but quickly got crows. You started sprinting towards a random direction but White quickly found you. Scared, you tried to run in the opposite direction. Sighing, White hit you with his umbrella… well, “hit” isn’t the right word. He more bruised you on the arm, applying just enough force for you to be considered injured. You ran to the cemetery and hid. White quickly caught up to you, siphoning your soul. He stopped right before your soul was fully siphoned. Unfortunately, he was now right in front of you. He had “hit” you again on the other arm, making you downed. He picked you up carefully, as if he were holding an injured baby bird, and brought you to the open dungeon. He then let you struggle free from his arms. Before you had jumped into the dungeon, you let out a small “Thank you”.

Now, you’re lazing on your bed, reading a (f/g) book when there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you softly call out. The door opens, revealing Aesop. Aesop has been your closest friend during your stay at the manor. You quickly bonded over your mutual social anxiety. Although you thought his fascination with dead bodies was weird at first, you eventually came to accept his interests. There was even a time when you thought you had heard him say that you were better than his dead bodies.

“What is it?” you question.

“We have a match with Vera and Kevin in ten minutes,” Aesop replies, gesturing to his embalming case.

“Let me just get my book,” you say. You run over to your bedside table, grab your book from its place on your bedside table, and run over to the waiting Aesop. You walk down together to the matching room.

When you both arrive to the table, Kevin is chatting animatedly to Vera, much to her annoyance. Trying to get away from the awkward situation, you and Aesop decide to sit as far away from the duo as possible. Seeing the two of you arrive, Kevin and Vera confirm into the match.

“Are you ready?” Aesop whispers into your ear.

“I think so,” you say, looking down at your slightly shaking hands. You still haven’t gotten over your nervousness in matches. Even Andrew and Luca have gotten over their original nervousness despite coming to the mansion after you. Aesop looks at you and squeezes your hand reassuringly. You look back at him but you can’t see his expression behind his mask. You both confirm. You hear glass breaking and your vision goes black.

When the sound of breaking once again reaches your ears, your vision returns. Looking around you, you realize the map you’re in is the Arms Factory. You shiver as an ominous feeling hits you in the face. This is your least favorite map. The eerie feeling emanating from the abandoned factory has always creeped you out. Today, however, it wasn’t the factory giving you the feeling of dread.

This match is no ordinary match.

You don’t know how you know this. It was just a gut feeling. You open your book to see where everyone has ended up.

Aesop is standing idly around in the factory, grey eyes darting around wildly. Once he sees the glowing cipher machine, he runs over to it and begins typing away. Vera is out in the open as she clacks away on the keyboard, running her hand through her brown hair as she does so. Kevin is decoding the cipher in the outside room, spitting onto the ground every now and then. Cackling, Wu Chang appears from the back left entrance, a smirk on their face growing ever wider.

“Kevin! Wu Chang is behind you!” you call out.

“Thanks baby girl,” Kevin coos from the distance. You repress a shudder and head into the factory to meet up with Aesop.

Aesop is already decoding when you get inside the factory. You run over to the cipher.

“Umm… is it okay if I decode with you?” you question. Aesop, being uncomfortable around others, has a slowing decoding speed when others decode with him.

“Yeah. My decoding stays normal with you because I’m comfortable around you,” Aesop replies. You beam at him as you begin decoding.

“Keep decoding. I’m going to place my coffin,” Aesop says. You nod as you continue decoding. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aesop go out the door to the right of you. A loud grunt is heard from Kevin, signalling that he’s been hit. Aesop returns soon after and assists you with decoding. You both quickly finish decoding the cipher and decide to split up, with you going out the left door and Aesop going out the right.

You find a cipher out in the open and begin decoding. A nearby grunt fills the air, signalling Kevin just went down.

“I’ll be there in a second! Let me finish this cipher,” Vera’s voice pierces through the fog as she finishes her cipher. You then see her sprint across the plain in the direction of where Kevin’s yell came from.

“Keep it up Vera,” you encourage her as she runs past you. She shoots you a smile and keeps running. You hear the snaps of Kevin being chaired as a faint purple glow covers your chest. Taking that as your signal to leave, you run off to find a different cipher. When you’re running, you hear Vera’s scream.

“Good job getting terror shocked,” Kevin’s sarcastic voice carries through the mist.

“Shut up!” a very pissed off Vera snarls back as she’s taken away.

“Aesop, where are you!,” you call out as softly as you can.

“Over here,” a whisper to your right replies, so faint that you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t paying attention. You run over to the right where you find Aesop huddling behind a wall.

“I’m going to save Vera while you decode,” he mutters to you.

“Before you go, let me use my book so I can help you.” You open your book and begin to read aloud.

“Aesop is running to the chaired Vera, panting slightly as sweat trails down his temple. Kevin’s terrified shout fills the air as he flies into the air, doomed to another round of the accursed game. Aesop is almost within eyesight with the chaired Vera before getting hit by the White Guard. (y/n) has returned to her cipher only to find its been abnormaled, returning it to it to 25% decoded,” you read out.

There is a moment of tense silence before Aesop speaks.

“(y/n), I would suggest you do a cipher as far away from Vera and me as you can. Focus on decoding. There may be a way to get a tie,” Aesop rapidly tells you, his tone commanding.

“I understand. Go save Vera,” you sigh, feeling useless and worried for Aesop. Aesop squeezes your hand, noting your dark mood.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” he says before kissing you tenderly on the forehead before running off, leaving you gaping you gaping after him. What breaks you out of your stunned stupor is the feeling of the darkness around you increase tenfold.

“Aesop!” you call after him but he’s too far away for him to hear you. You sigh before you run to a far away cipher and begin decoding. While decoding, you hear Aesop getting hit before saving Vera. Vera is quickly downed and chaired.

“Thank you soooo much,” her bitter voice shouts as she blast off.

“Focus on decoding, (y/n),” Aesop calls out, his voice echoing through the foggy surroundings. You don’t respond, not wanting to give away your location.

You’re about halfway decoded when you hear someone getting hit fairly nearby.

‘They’re probably not going to chair him as he placed his coffin,” you think, only to be quickly proven wrong when you hear the sound of someone being clipped into a chair.

‘Why…’ you think before you see the faint image of an umbrella flying through the air in the direction of the factory. They know where his coffin is!

“Aesop! Watch out!” You shout, not caring if Wu Chang hears you anymore. There’s a tense moment of silence before a blood curdling scream pierces through the silence, resulting in you missing a calibration in surprise. Aesop is a quiet person. What could cause him to scream like that? You once again hear the clanking of someone being placed into a chair. That’s odd. When Aesop comes of his coffin, he has the trait “Borrowed Time”, allowing survivors to go down for thirty seconds. The odd thing was that he went down almost immediately, something that shouldn’t happen…

You try to focus on your calibration. Unfortunately, due to you missing a calibration, you were ¾ decoded. With Aesop being chaired, you likely have half a minute at the most to decode.

“Aesop! Do you want me to come save you?” you call out. No reply.

“Aesop?” You nervously call out again as you decode, fear, cold as ice, spreading through you. Only the creaking of the factory answers you. You try to speed up your decoding but the knot of dread in your stomach easily distracts you.

When you’re almost finished decoding, your heart begins to beat out of your chest. Literally. Not taking any chances, you hide behind a nearby wall. Footsteps approach the rapidly whirring cipher before a kick is heard and the whirring slows down to a near stop. Didn’t they just use abnormal? You check your book to see if it’s ready to be used again. There’s a minute left before you can use it. Your book and abnormal have the same cool down time so how come Wu Chang was able to abnormal your cipher?

It’s then you hear the distinct fizzing of a rocket chair blasting off. You’re doomed. As Aesop flies through the fog, you decide to run as far away from the cipher as you can. You quickly heard the slow pace of footsteps behind you. No matter where you ran, how far away you got from him, a strong purple glow remains around your heart, never wavering in the slightest. You were curious to see how far they were behind you so you looked back, only to run first into a… pair of legs? You fall to the ground, letting out a little squeak of pain when you hit the ground. Heart pounding wildly--and not because the hunter was close--, you look up. Black stands over you, purple eyes staring into your own (e/c) eyes.

He shoots you a smirk before purring, “Hello (y/n).”

“What the… I thought you were behind me,” you mutter, feeling numb from defeat. Black chuckles darkly before moving closer to you. You back up everytime he moves closer to you, making sure to keep your eyes on him so that he wouldn’t try to hit you when your back is turned. As he takes another step towards you, you take a step backwards only to run into another pair of legs. You confusedly staring at the still smirking Black in front of you before looking up, only for your heart to drop. White is looking down at you, his mouth forming a serene smile.

“Y-You two can-” “We can separate of course, my dear (y/n),” White cuts you off.

“M-My dear? What do you mean?” You question. Black gives you a grin.

“Angel, we’ve fallen in love with you,” Black declares. You mouth drops open. You slowly turn your head towards Black then back to White. White chuckles before clearing his throat.

“My name is Xie Bi’an and this is my friend Fan Wujiu,” White tells you.

“Umm… nice to meet you Shi.. Fa…” you stutter out, having trouble trouble with both of their names.

“I believe the survivors call us Black and White? You may call us that as you seem to have trouble pronouncing our names, love,” White replies to your feeble attempt.

“Back to business,” Black begins. “As we have fallen in love with you, we’ve decided to take you with us to the hunter’s side of the mansion.”

‘Is that even allowed?’ You wonder to yourself.

“I’m sorry but I can’t go with you. I like being on the survivor’s side of the mansion with the others. Plus, I only just properly met you,” you hesitantly retort, trying to choose you words carefully as to not offend them. However, it seems your attempt was in vain as their eyes darken at your words.

“We’ve been in matches with you for months and you say you don’t know us?” White growls, hands gripping his clothes tightly in anger.

“Do you honestly prefer the over us?” Black snarls as his lip curls up in disgust. Then, they both pause.

“Do you prefer him over us?” They menacingly mutter in unison.

“Who do you mean?” You question as you start to shake.

“That fucking Embalmer! I saw what he did to you,” Black spits out.

“Aesop? I don’t have any feelings for him…” you reply. But do you? It seems that the two of them notice your uncertainty as the dark aura around them grows in intensity. You look around for a way out of this tense situation. Fortunately, you see a window in the wall to the left of you. Hopefully the dungeon is nearby.

You step away from White towards the window and Black, causing him to raise an eyebrow. Without any warning, you sprint towards the wall and vault it, luckily getting a fast vault.

“I’m sorry but I don’t return your feelings!” you call behind you as you run away. White sighs as Black scales the window, scowling. You run behind a wall, making sure no one saw you. As your book is recharged, you open it.

(y/n) dashes towards the factory, pleading for luck to be on her side for once. Black and White are hot on her trail and rapidly gaining. (y/n) reaches the side of the factory and sees the open hatch.

You finish reading and eye the distance between you and the factory. According to the book, it’s likely you’ll be able to reach the dungeon before they catch up to you. Taking a deep breath before exhaling, you make a break for the factory.

Your rapid footsteps are quickly accompanied by two sets of larger footsteps.

“(y/n), you’re making us rather angry. Please give up now,” White soothes you, as if he’s talking to a troublesome child.

“We won’t punish you… much,” Black sadistically laughs. You try not to let your anxiety take over you but it’s hard. You reach the outside of the factory and head to the right. Just like the book said, the hatch is in front of you! You begin to run over but fall to the ground as blue light, accompanied by a bell sound, reaches your feet. No! You try to quickly get up only to be scooped up by a strong pair of arms covered in black robes.

“Let me go!” you shout as your body flais around, desperate tears falling from your eyes. Black snickers before bringing his wildly grinning face to yours.

“Gotcha~” he purrs. Your eyes widen as you try to move your head away from his. Black only shakes his head and adjusting you in his arms so that he has a free hand. He takes your chin and brought you so close to him that your noses are almost touching. Being so close, you can’t help but admire his handsome appearance. His mostly ash-black skin contrast perfectly with the one patch of bone-white skin over his right eye. His glowing yellow eyes stare deeply into yours taking in every detail of your face just as you’re doing to him. When you’re finished looking at him, Black’s ever familiar smirk grows.

“Like what you see, Doll?” Black purrs, bringing his face, if it’s even possible, closer to yours. You let out a small squeak and blush slightly at the close proximity of the two of you.

“Angel, what a little seductress you are. Teasing me with that red face? How lewd of you. Well, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” the tall man murmurs half to you and half to himself. Before you can ask what he means, he smashes his lips on yours. Immediately, you begin to squirm, pursuing your hands against his chest. Black only laughs, the vibrations reverberating on your skin. After a minute or so, he pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath.

That was your first kiss. As you’re a naturally introverted person, you have few friends, much less a romantic relationship. To have something so special and important taken from you sends you further into an abyss of depression.

You feel a breath on your left ear as you’re transferred into another pair of arms.

“I have to agree with Fan. You are quite the hidden temptress. Making me so jealous as you give all your attention right in front of me,” White hums into your left ear before lightly blowing on it. You let out a squeak of surprise at the foreign feeling, causing an amused smile to appear on White’s face.

You peer at White between your eyelashes. He has the exact same facial features as Black, all the way down to the height of his cheekbones and the vibrant purple colour of his eyes. The only difference between the two is their skin colour is inverted. White’s skin is a bone-white colour except for the patch of ash-black skin over his left eye, the opposite side to Black’s patch.

White, noticing you watching him, laughs softly before gently taking your chin in his hand.

“You don’t know how envious I was when I saw Fan take your first kiss,” White whispers lightly to you. “I’ll have to be the first in taking something else then…” You blush scarlet at his implications. You wouldn’t have expected a comment like that from White. Black definitely but not White. Maybe he isn’t the person you thought he was.

White laughs airily at your confused expression before softly placing his lips on yours. The kiss is different than the kiss with Black. While Black was rough and sloppy with passion, White is soft and caring, effectively conveying his deep love for you. If you weren’t in your current situation, you would’ve enjoyed it. It’s hard not to become putty in his hands.

After a couple of seconds, White moves his lips away from yours, his glowing purple eyes boring into yours.

“Ah. It was even better than I imagined it to be,” White sighs.

“W-What are you going to do t-to me now,” you stutter, scared out of your mind. Black and White look at each other before turning back to you, wide grins on their faces.

“Doll, we’re following our original plan: taking you with us,” Black slyly purrs.

“I’m so happy, darling! We finally get to be together,” White cheers and clutches you closer to him, burying your face into his chest. However, he softens his grip once he realizes his white robe is getting wet. He pulls you away from his to see your red eyes and tears flowing down your (s/c) cheeks.

“Good job Xie. You made her cry,” Black groans, rolling his eyes before taking you from White.

“I-I don’t want to sob go with sob you,” You sob. Black and White’s eyes darken.

“Unfortunately for you, angel, you don’t really have a choice in the matter,” Black growls.

“Love, we can’t let you go. We love you too much,” White says, reaching out to reassuringly cup your face. You shy away. A look of hurt crosses his face as he retracts his hand.

You begin to struggle again, causing Black to groan.

“Angel, I didn’t want to do this to you,” Black sighs.

“What are you talking about?” you nervously ask as he carries you inside the factory to a series of pipes.

“This is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you,” Black murmurs before putting you on the ground, taking your head in his hands, and hitting your head against the pipes. Pain blossoms in your right temple as your vision fades into nothing.

You’re awakened by something shifting besides you. You open your eyes to find darkness. You try to feel besides out to find out what’s besides you only to find your right hand in a firm grip. Your eyes quickly adjust to the darkness and you turn your head to the right.

White’s sleeping face is inches from yours, softly blowing air onto you as he firmly clutches your hand. He’s dressed in white traditional Chinese pyjamas. You then feel a squeeze around your chest, making you turn your head to the left only to jolt in fear.

Black’s intense eyes stare deeply into yours, overseeing you. His arms are wrapped possessively around your chest. He’s wearing the same clothes as White except the colour is black instead of white. You open your mouth to scream, shout, or just to do anything to let them let you go or for someone to hear you and rescue you… well, you are, presumably, on the hunter’s side of the manor. None of them would ever even think about helping you.

Black unwraps an arm from around you and covers your mouth with his hand.

“Shh. You wouldn’t want to wake him up. Plus, I want more time alone with you,” Black huskily whispers into your ear, resulting in you letting out a muffled squeak. You hear a low chuckle behind you as two arms wrap around your waist.

“I was already awake, love. I was simply enjoying your presence beside me,” White murmurs into your other ear. Black removes his hand as you open your mouth to speak.

“Umm… may I have some personal space?” you question.

“No,” they reply in unison, instead hugging you tighter.

“Darling, why don’t you just enjoy our time together?” White murmurs into the crook of your neck.

“There’s no chance of you escaping us,” Black purrs, his chin resting on top of your head.

“After all,” they say in unison.

“We love you”

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