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aki-shun · 1 year

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◈Stained Love◈ [M!Reader x YAN!OB!Malleus Draconia]

It’s hard to hit the submit button, not type this post 〒▽〒

Part-1「here」 Part-2

TW: somnophilia(?), some unauthorized things?? I don’t know what to write here but it’s not healthy （＾-＾) and no smut just little spicy…( a little?)

Sorry for bad grammar (English is not my first language)

Little lightning flashes around the island. The sounds of thunder echoed throughout the dorm. Ambiance was dark. A hum amongst the voices. The words of an old song. Bright lime green eyes scanned his surroundings. Lilia was lying on a bundle of thorn ivy next to his throne. Some of his limbs were wrapped in ivy. On the other side of the throne, Sebek and Silver were leaning against each other, and some of them had ivy on their limbs… Eyes wandered around the hall in front of the throne. All of his friends were surrounded by thorn ivy, but they still had a peaceful expression on their faces. After all, they were all living the dream of their happy ending right now. Happy endings that will last 1000 years. Finally, his eyes turned to you, who was asleep in his arms, unaware of everything. Unlike the others, you had a little more thorn ivy on your body. Parts of your clothing had been torn by thorns, leaving thin little red marks on the exposed skin.

He rubbed his cheek against your hair and inhaled your scent. Ahh, that unique scent that can change everything in the world, your scent. He brought his left hand to your cheek and stroked it lightly. He had always loved to feel your skin. To touch you, to feel you. He can do this forever. He can do anything with you forever…but then you

✶ ✧ · 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 · ✧ ✶

I’m going home, Malleus.

What do you mean ‘you going home’?

I return to my world, to my true universe. My home.

𓆩✧•═𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝔼𝕟𝕕═•✧𓆪

Why did you want to leave him? Why did you want to leave him alone in his coldness again? Don’t you know how lonely he is? Don’t you know how much he hates sitting alone in the cold? You know. How lonely he is. How much he hated it. How hard him tried just to make a friend.. And yet you wanted to leave him. With that smile that will make her heart beat fast. You said that to him with that smile of yours. You are really brave, aren’t you? You dared to think that after telling him that would let you go. You stupid human. Humans do tend to be really stupid. How pathetic that you are one of them. But it’s okay. He is here to guide you, to prevent you from doing things you shouldn’t be doing because of these stupid thoughts. So hug this sweet sleep and wait for it’s time to wake up. When you wake up, it will give you a more realistic and more beautiful happy ending than in your dream. So sleep now Darling.

His hold on you tightened as Malleus thought about this. Blot drops were dripping from your body all over you. His left hand was hovering over your body while his right hand was holding your body. If you were awake right now, you wouldn’t be mad at him for doing this, would you? Of course you wouldn’t be angry. You will never be angry with him. You always responded to him with the compassion and happiness he longed for. You would be kind to him as if there was a small child in front of you, answering every question he asked, and if he did not understand something, you would tell him with the same enthusiasm without breaking your expression.

You were different. You are not like the others. You’re not like the ones at school. You’re not like Sebek or Silver. Even if Lilia cares about being nice to him, it’s his duty. He trained and raised Malleus because it was his duty. Even though they were close, Lilia didn’t always cross the King-Commander relationship between them. It’s always been a distance. Nobody doesn’t even stay in the same room as him, and no one talks to Malleus unless they have to. But you are not like them. You didn’t shy away from it. You didn’t distance yourself. You invited him to events, even if you didn’t have a purpose. You gave him nicknames. You didn’t hesitate to talk to him at night. You were even willing to do so. You didn’t hesitate to touch him, hug him, dance with him. You responded with the same enthusiasm. You really listened when he talked about Gargoyes. You even asked him more questions about these topics. You joined him at club events. You once gave him a drawing of gargoyes from Noble Bell College. You are not like the others. You did not distance him like the others.

That was the mistake you made. Distance, you did not put a line.

His hand travels over your body. His face is buried in your neck, inhaling your scent. His mouth opens slightly and he places light kisses from your cheeks to your neck. His kisses hardened and began to leave bruises on your neck. He pulled back and looked at the marks he had made. A dark smile formed on his face. He leaned over your face again and kissed you on the lips. Since he had not yet confessed his feelings to you, he would always come to your room at night while you were sleeping and give your sleeping figure light kisses. Every day, regardless of the hour, he watches you, he remembers everything you do. He was going to open up to you that night, but you gave him the disgusting news that made him nauseous. But it is no longer a problem. He may confess his feelings to you when you wake up. After all, 1000 years pass in the blink of an eye. He didn’t stop touching and kissing you while he was thinking about it. How could he stop though? He was completely dependent on you. The addiction he never wanted to let go. He used to have to leave your room before sunrise, but now he had a long time ahead of him.

But these simple kisses and touches weren’t enough during this time… He needs more. It needs more. Malleus needs you. And you are a good enough human to present yourself to him while you are sleeping soundly. Right?

◸Zelf’s cat was jealous. So you have to wait for more… ᓚᘏᗢ◿

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Groomzilla | Yandere Vil Schoenheit x Fem Reader

Oftentimes growing up you were lovingly called a control freak and in all honesty you probably were. That feature did seem to null a bit when you were brought to Twisted Wonderland and any kind of control you had was absolutely taken away from you as you tried to make due with your situation.

Through all the chaos you met the love of your life: Vil Schoenheit. The first time you met him he was just a pretty face under a hood in an unfamiliar place. Now ten years later from your unexpected arrival at Night Raven you two are tying the knot. Having maintained close relationships with the friends you made at the college, Vil was always present. Even when you eventually made the decision to leave Ramshackle full-well knowing you may never return home he was there. When you were just starting to look for work for a non-magical person, he was there. And when you finally were settled he still stuck around practically screaming at you to go ahead and date him. From there it was history.

“NO!!! YOU IDIOTS!!!! BABIES' BREATH WILL KILL US DO YOU WANT TO BE A MURDERER!”

“But it only causes slight irritation to the ski-”

“ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF!?!?!?! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE.”

You quietly sipped your tea as your supermodel fiance yelled at the wedding florists. This was the sixth time he had instigated a onesided screaming match synonymous with those bridezilla freak-outs you used to watch. Before you came to this world you were sure if you should ever be married you would be the bridezilla. Not in this case.

“I’LL WIPE YOUR FACE OFF THE ENDS OF THIS WORLD! NOT EVEN, I’LL WIPE YOUR NAME FROM EXISTENCE–!”

Yeah, you need back up.

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Thankfully most of the people you wanted on call were in positions to take at least a couple of times off work.

“Rook it's so good to see you, again!”

“Madame filou du Poison, same here!”

Exchanging the customary kisses you pulled away.

“What's with the nickname change?”

“Naturally you’ve inherited the position as his queen of poisons.”

“Oh Rook.”

“You’re making me feel like chopped liver, dear.”

“Da-Crewel!!”

Hugging him tight recognnizing his cologne and puffy clothes. You were debating with yourself about who you wanted to walk you down the aisle and Crewel was a top runner. Next to Trein and Crowley. The former being someone who’s done this two times before and Crowley being a negligent lazy headmaster who did house you but you were still figuring it out.

“I trust the showdog is treating you well?”

“Oh he’s perfectly fine to me…”

The two looked worriedly between each other before looking back at you. You sighed looking back to make sure your fiance was still chewing out the poor waiter.

“That's actually why I called you guys in…ah Vil’s great with design and just beauty in general but I think he’s a little stressed out so when he asks for certain things…well-”

*Crash*

You heard the crying before you felt the waiter run past you and out the door. You turned to see the concerned faces of your help and decided to make your escape.

“So I leave it to you guys. Oh and for reference I’m rooting for the (specific theme) theme, bye!” You walked past them making your quick escape as you watched your getaway car pull-up.

“You still haven’t answered the question about who’s walking you down the aisle!”

You waved to them speeding away as Vil closed in upon them.

“So this is my team. Ugh, you’ll have to do since she’s not here.”

“I’m sure I taught you better manners than that cur. Now behave!”

“Roi du Poison! You look especially cross, how about we talk over coffee.”

“Coffee…coffee…that BRAINLESS IDIOT MESSED UP MY COFFEE!”

Oh boy aren’t we in for a treat? _____________________________________________________________

“I just had to get away. He's been so touchy since we’ve started actually planning–nope, not that one–I mean before I came here I was worried I’d be the bridezilla–yes, if it comes in a bigger size.”

“Humans like him just don’t–pearls yes or no, ok–handle the future well. Methinks you should really figure out if he’s really ready for this–Yes!!!”

You were dress shopping with your girlfriends and Lilia who oddly enough asked to be a part of it. He said something along the lines of having only sons that weren’t exactly going to settle anytime soon and you found that he was really good at picking dresses out. You took in his advice as you were dressed in one of your options.

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“..Hey you in here?”

You knocked as you let yourself into the hotel suite Vil was staying in. Frantic and angry texts from your ‘backup’ team told you that he had another freak-out today, one that was leagues worse than what happened before.

He was lounging in the master bedroom with a face mask and cucumbers on his eyelids. This wasn’t a face mask that he couldn’t speak with but you figured this is his payback for leaving him alone for today. You sat beside him on the bed

“I know you didn’t like that I left you today..”

“...”

“..but I felt like maybe I was the one stressing you out.”

You tried to search for a reaction but got nothing so you continued.

“I just want to know if maybe this is too much for you…maybe we’re not really ready if the future is freaking you out this much…and I’m okay with it it's still early and I’m sure everyone will under-”

“Do you really think that’s why I’m angry?”

He was sitting up, cucumbers off and looking at you with cloudy eyes. You shrugged your shoulders, in turn earning an annoyed huff before he got up to clean his face in the bathroom.

You followed him as you leaned on the doorway.

“If that’s not it, what is? It's just that you’ve been so out of character and you’ve been treating all the staff pretty horribly–”

“Did you really think I was just doing this because?” Practically scoffing while continuing his routine he looked at you through the mirror while leaning on the sink. “(Y/n) would you seriously believe I wouldn’t want our day to be perfect?! Like I would settle for nothing but perfection on this day?!’

“Well I–”

“And to believe you would want to cancel after all I’ve done to make sure our day is perfect! You think I’m scared of the future!?”

“Then what is the problem, Vil?! If it's not that, then what?! Why have you treated everyone so badly!?”

“Because they're ruining our wedding!? Don’t you want to have the perfect wedding day?!”

“But they're not trying to ruin it. Everyone has simply been trying to help and you’ve just been screaming at everyone like they're trying to kill us!”

“Well. Maybe. They. Are.”

“...What are you talking about?”

His face fell and he exhaled with a look of annoyance. Not with you, but with himself as he plopped onto the bed. You joined him, curling yourself onto the bed prepared for the story you knew would be coming.

“A little while back when I first decided I wanted to get a ring for you I was very very careful to not let paparazzi or really anyone know what I was doing there. I thought I had cleared everyone I would be dealing with but apparently someone was still…the first ring was laced with a poison that would have quickly killed you. On top of that there was a tracker in it.”

You gawked at him before shaking it off.

“How did you find out?”

Your fiance smirked as he flipped his tied up ponytail, “Rook calls me King of Poisons for a reason.” His tone shifted to the more serious one as he continued.

“The second incident occurred just before we went to that resort. One of those spoiled potatoes leaked where preciesely you were living at the time. Granted I–ahem my team and I took care of the leak and I’ve been adament about us traveling lately in case anyone actually took them up on it. Now don’t worry I have someone watching your place its–”

He stopped as he felt the warmth and weight of you launching yourself into his arms squeezing him. He held you closer to himself as he felt your fists tighten around his robe. He could feel your lips move against the layer of silk and the vibration of your voice.

“What did you say?”

You were still so quietly mumbling into his chest, “why did you go through that alone?” Vil immediately was overwhelmed with guilt; the concept was a vow you two had established. Thinking back to the time when he proposed and you then proposed to him getting on your knees as well.

He promised you that he wouldn’t shoulder his responsibility alone anymore.

He promised that the two of you would bring one another on every twist and turn that life threw at you two.

A promise he broke letting himself go through the stress of keeping the both of you alive. You didn’t hold it against him, as you knew this was new for him. To have little to no clue as to what the next obstacle would be, especially when it was trying to kill you. You talked into the night falling asleep cuddled up next to him.

“Next time let me know…okay?”

“I will. I will (Y/n)...”

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From that point on there was a difference. He was still incredibly intense to staff but he wasn’t sending everyone out crying. He was back to being his poise and proper self as he included you in his system of security. By the time you chose your dress you could recite the name and address of all the people working on your wedding.

As the fated date grew closer and as Vil began to open up, a cruel reality was revealed to you. The employees or faces that do show up with incriminating backgrounds of course didn’t show up again but on your research you found they didn’t show up anywhere. Deleted social media pages, deleted comments, confidential obituaries were wiped off of the face of the known world. When you brought it up to Vil, he feigned ignorance not bothering to remember ‘the names of rotten potatoes.’ Saddled with a questionable theory you were debating if it was still right to say–

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“ I do!”

“You may kiss the bride.” The crowd erupted in a series of whoops and hollers as your lips met with your husband. You decided that the worry would be for later and that for now you’d focus on just enjoying the day with the love of your life. The traditions commenced, cutting the cake, and throwing your bouquet; it was as magical as you two had planned it to be.

Escaping the bustle of the commotion you snuck out of the reception to take a breather at a fountain partially shadowed in darkness illuminated by hanging lights. You were finally able to relax, slouching as you exhaled into the sky.

“I’m glad to find you out here, I wasn’t sure I’d even get to speak to you before the night was up.”

Coming to sit beside you was your husband, still looking as stylish from the ceremony but in a rougher haze. Holding two drinks he offered one to you that you took a sip of before recalling the taste as an overwhelming sense of ease drifted through your body.

“Vil–!?”

He pulled you into him as you swayed looking up at him with as much confusion as you could muster. Holding you close you could feel the vibration of his voice reverberating in your ear as he uttered the incantation.

“About the ones we found, forget about them, for me Love?”

It was a question…an honest turn of phrase that gave an out to anyone who ever consumed the potion. A choice to obey the suggestion before or to ignore it. You knew its taste and you were faced with a decision to know the real fate of anyone who crossed Vil Schoenheit or to forget. To live in your blissful ignorance as he devoted himself to your protection and happiness.

“We said never alone again,” you held his painted face as his lips began to tremble.

You stared deep into his violet eyes as you carefully put your drink down to bring his face closer to yours. Practically nose to nose as you both let the inevitable stream of tears slightly smear your makeup.

“You don’t have to solve this alone, I won’t let you, Vil. Because I love you, I’m not letting you shoulder this alone ever again.”

He sobbed, curling into you as you both held each other into the night with only the stars to witness the true union of (Y/n) (L/n) and Vil Schoenheit.

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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Can I ask fo r pt 2 of Leona having a twin sister? This time Malleus being a Yandere to them since the sister is genuine kind and try her best to help around

Read twin sister thing here. Epic yandere Battle is starting.

Malleus and Leona sister marriage here

Yandere Leona Kingscholar & Yandere Malleus Draconia

Leona knew it really wasn’t a good idea to let you go to school introductory days.

But you were stubborn.

You had decided that you would come along whether Leona wanted it or not.

And because your big brother hadn’t gotten against you you got lost.

Fortunately, a tall man with horns who had trouble remembering his own name helped you.

Malleus believed that this is love at first sight.

Leona, on the other hand, hated that you smelled of that damn lizard.

He would definitely force you to take a shower.

Otherwise, the visit will go just fine.

Your big little brother just growls at anyone who comes too close or looks at you for too long.

Meanwhile, Malleus is watching you from the shadows.

So you're Leona's big sister.

he is really surprised.

Malleus really would like to get to know you better.

Because you are also a royal political marriage is also possible.

However, Malleus has seen how overprotective your brother is.

He knows he has to be careful.

So he’s just talking to your parents about the benefits of marriage.

Leona will have a heart attack when Malleus finally comes to visit.

Those two are arguing all the time and stealing you from each other all the time.

You can only wonder if they are royal or nursery children.

You start believing in the latest option.

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snakegorl212006 · 6 months

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baphymittens · 4 years

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Mc: “I like how “Shroud” sounds, such a cool/mysteries last name to have. I’m kinda jealous~ “

Idia: *mumbling* “Well...one day. If we got married...”

Mc: “Huh, what was that?”

Idia: “N-NOTHING!”

#idia #yandere idia #twst idia #idia shroud #twisted wonderlan

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yandere-wishes · 5 years

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Twisted Wonderland// Yandere!Staff//

Note that due to a lack of content to work with these characters might appear a little too identical to their Disney counterparts. Director Crowly will later either have his Oneshot or will be added to this. Bear in mind this post may be edited once the game is released.

Warnings: Certain parts of this fanfiction may include abuse and toxic relationships

Divus Crewel

Divus is a sadistic and cruel yandere. His attraction to you was practically imidate. It could be established on simply your outwards appearance, gorgeous eyes, exquisite figure, full lips. Waves of lust coursed through him whenever he laid his stormy grey irises on you. To him, your beauty is not something that needs to be hidden, on the contrary Divus shall go to great lengths to flaunt your charm. Nor does he particularly wish to keep your physical appearance "safe". Lord knows that his punishments are harsh and will always leave many marks. For Divus it's more so about keeping your beauty for himself.

"My, my what a lovely little puppy you are..."

More often than not the monochrome haired man will view you as an exotic pet and he'll strut you around as such. He'll dress you in the most elaborate (and sometimes skimpy) outfits there are. All in shades of black and white with taints of red, silver or gold. Sometimes it'll be a skin-tight halter dress. Other times it could be a spotted mini flared skirt accompanied with a fitted crop top. And of course, you'll always be wearing a red collar as an extra precaution so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.

"...Know come here so I can give you a treat"

As statted before Divus is immensely sadistic, any little stunt has a very painful punishment. Most times he'll chain you up and burn you with a cigarette. Twisting the tip as you scream out for help and mercy all while your skin sizzles. He isn't above using beating you, either using a wipe or his baton. In the end, Divus might even make you thank him, depending on how creative he gets with your punishment. In his warped mind, the scars left by these punishments only make you more beautiful.

Mozus Trein

Mozus is the manipulative type, preferring to twist your thoughts and feelings instead of ever really physically hurting you. He'll spin every word that has ever escaped either of your vocal cords. Twist and mangle them into a beneficial misrepresentation for his selfish desires.

Mozus will prefer to keep you locked away somewhere secluded, most likely away from the college and all the bothersome students and nosey teachers. This will, of course, be hell for you. At first, it was the inability to move for six hours a day. Chained up in the attic with a locked door and no windows. At first, it was modifying, every little noise sent you into an agitated state. If you weren't busily panicking or failing to free yourself. You would sit down and cry and cry and cry until Mozus got back. He'd scold you for being weak but would then sit next to you wiping away your fallen tears. Cooing about how he was here know and you needn't be scared.

"(Y/N)...."

Soon you'll begin to anticipate your capture's return. Despite still getting scared of pretty much every bump, you'd try and compose yourself not wanting to look weak in front of him. You'd visually brighten up when he'd finally walk through that dreaded door, so happy and acquiescent for his company.

After he witnesses how compliant you've become he'll permit you a tiny ounce of freedom. He'll unchain you before he heads off to work. You'd still have to remain in the attic while he'd lock the door and hide the key somewhere. Once he sees that you've made no attempts to escape we'll slowly permit you to roam throughout the house in his absence.

Oh, but he'll always leave you with a large list of chores to complete before he gets back. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. They must all be done perfectly and in six hours. If even the slightest mistake is made you're back to being chained up in the attic. Mozus is a smart man, he knows the more your mind is preoccupied with day to day tasks, the less likely you are to make any foolish attempts at an escape.

"....I have a job for you"

Mozus is indeed in love with you, that why he tries to keep you compliant and by his side. You're safe here, sure you don't see it know and probably hate him for robbing you of your precious freedom. But in due, you'll see his ways and will love him for all he's done for you.

Ashton Vargas

Ashton is very picky when it comes to dating anybody, sure women constantly throw themselves at his feet but really what's the point? Those women may be attractive but their also needy and demand constant attention. Ashton has a very hard time devoting much time to anyone else but himself. If he's in some form of a committed relationship with anyone then they would have to be able to stand on their own two feet and give him space.

So it shouldn't be such a huge revelation that he somehow begins to find the quite girl somewhat attractive. The narcissistic man will soon begin to obsess over someone other than himself.

He'll follow you around, trying to remain out of sight. It's difficult not really, his rather...buffy to be well hidden. He'll practically fall in love with everything you do. The way you're off in your little world oblivious to everything around you. The way there is a certain glid every step you take as if your walking on puffy clouds.

Ashton will talk to you, boast and gloat about practically everything. His looks, his strength, his charming persona. I'm sure you can imagine the vigorous punch it'll be when you show indifference to him. You might not even say anything, yet he knows that you don't care.

"Oh, love..."

This will cause the Night raven PE teacher to go into a frenzy of sorts. His attention won't be constantly on you per se... more so when he isn't thinking of himself, you occupy the better halve of his thoughts. On one particular night, Ashton will take note of the lack of attention he's been paying himself lately. A great portion of his attention is spent on you. Where are you, what are you doing, are you with someone else? The images of you with anyone other than him drove him crazy.

The kidnapping was rather unorthodox, he simply barges into your residence, breaking either a door or window in the prosses. He'd pluck you up, throwing you over his shoulder and simply walk out like everything was normal. You can scream and fight all that you want it's useless, Ashton is just way too strong.

"....You're so lucky to have me by your side"

Once Ashton has you in his grasp things will slowly go back to normal.... as normal as things can be. His main focus will still be himself but he still notices you. He makes sure that you know he does truly care for you even if you are second best.

Sam

Sam is a sneaky manipulative yandere with certain protective qualities. Sam doesn't really care what he has to do to gain your affection. Name your price and it shall be yours! Jewels, riches, expensive clothes, anything, anything at all! All the storekeeper asks in return is your stark love and affection.

At first, he'd lure you, by gifting you little trinkets. Than jewels followed by exquisite dresses. He'd fool you quite easily making you think that he really only has your best interest in mind. You begin to listen to him, do whatever it is he asks of you.

It starts off innocently, helping at Mr. S's Mystery Shop -*cough* fantasy costco *cough*- inventory, helping confused customers, etc. Then it got more personal... asking for your help with dinner, laundry, cleaning the house when he was preoccupied with the store. It was like you live there now, so when Sam "officially," asked you to move in with him you just couldn't decline...

"Don't test me (Y/N)...."

That's not true, you did dismiss the invitation at first. But then when you tried to go back to your own home, back to your family and close friends, things seemed off. Their actions were odd and sluggish. They never acknowledge you're presence, never really spoke to you either. You found yourself fleeing back to Sam's store, crying in his arms about how your loved ones did want you anymore. Shockingly, Sam was still all so kind as to let you move in with him. So kind so sweet as he'd always been.

"I have friends on the other side."

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