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. ᭢ 🦢 Yandere! College Frat Boy

a//n :: first post on this blog heh. might or might not be projecting my type of guy. feel free to suggest / req yanderes or him!! I really want to write more about him. He is a soft yandere, so like.... sorry if you expected more LMAO. There might be some grammar mistakes, sorry for that!

minors dni !!1!!!

wrns // tws :: rumors, stalking. light yandere behavior.

word count :: 1.8k words

g/n reader x frat boy ( Kaelum Bianchi)

— The university you had just enrolled in was quite a prestigious one, with multiple connections already established to said college. Many doctors, politicians, and those high in the social ladder have their daughters and sons put through here, be it through bribing or the extremely harsh exams.

— You had taken the latter, and the professors gave you a schedule that seemed pretty normal. All pretty mundane classes throughout the day depending on your electives and course.

— In one of your mandatory classes was Kaelum Bianchi, one of the boys that partied till no end in the weekends yet passed with stellar grades. With slightly curly golden hair, an almost sunshine grin, and a wonderful figure. He was obviously a social butterfly, always chatting and yapping to the professors of whatnot and students even more. You were quite suspicious of him. Did he somehow seduce the teachers, or was he just a genius? You couldn't lie, your interest was piqued.

— From his end, you were already someone he had taken note of from the start. Yes, he was popular. Everyday he had some random girl compliment him and confess to him, (he admits it felt nice being praised and 'loved' by random girls and boys he could care less of, though he does reject them) he couldn't quite understand why you were somehow a little bizarre. You were attractive, sure. Extremely, even. He couldn't count how many times he bit his lip trying to look away and control himself. You clicked the pen absentmindedly whenever you understood the lesson too well, or were simply bored, You made eye contact with him at one point, and merely smiled. Yeah, you were odd.(you weren't, he just wasn't used to people not liking him at the beginning) There was an air around you, and at one point, a few weeks after you had first enrolled, he had enough of simply looking from afar, and made a move. You studied well, and while he knew you didn't have any connections. he'll just change that.

— You sat near the exit of the class, as usual, when suddenly an ashamedly charismatic man decides to make the empty seat next to yours his now. You didn't have much friends, and when he makes slightly fulfilling small talk between classes— not too much, and he pipes down whenever you take notes—, you couldn't help but laugh at his remarks. You missed the way his eyes turned smitten at your lips curling upwards, and the way he grips the wooden table as if resisting temptation to lean in. At the end of the class, you had most of his friends' socials and his, and he asks you to come to one of his major halloween parties at his place. There were some colleges that only allowed in campus-dormitories, but since the demographic of the students were all practically rich kids with their own homes and apartments, they let that tradition diminish.

— You agreed, and he grins, nodding before watching you head out. That night, he stalked all your socials, quickly finding out what your hobbies were, what your music taste was, who you were online essentially. Multiple of his friends questioned him when he had texted you with compliments, wondering if this was a fling or a crush. They were a little confused, but mostly supportive, especially with the way he talked with them about you 90% of the time ever since that night. They agreed to be his wingmen and help you with anything if they saw you. He was extremely popular throughout the entire campus, and if word came out that he suddenly didn't like you? No one liked you either.

— You continued to hang out with Kaelum and talk. During class, at the restaurants and mall nearby, the parks, even near your own apartment by random. That last one was a bit creepy. Yeah, he lived 30 minutes away from your house and in the opposite direction of school, so him simply being on a walk was a little too weird of an excuse. But he was one of your closest friends, hell, you stayed in his house more than your own. And you had to admit, you had a little bit of a crush on him, so you quickly brushed it off. I mean, he would never stalk you, right?

— More time passes before the party, and he suddenly gives you an array of gifts. It ranged from cute gag gifts, heartfelt ones, to randomly luxurious ones. There was a time where he gave you a permanent bracelet that cost in the hundreds of thousands. "Give it to someone you truly love." His mother had mumbled when she gave it to him, and he took it to heart. When he gave it to you, that same pressure didn't really apply. When you looked at the delicately adorned jewelry, he simply stated. "If you don't want it, I'll just get you something else, okay?" While he was sentimental, he didn't except you to be the same. He would still love you nonetheless. Of course, you were grateful and ruffled his hair in gratitude. He smiled, 'jokingly' kissing your hand in return.

— Many things and activities that seemed like what only couples did, felt casual between the both of you. He knew how to lighten the mood, and to weave through the boundary of just friends to something more. After a while, he couldn't bear hearing you call him just a comrade. He could hear and feel the "ooh....damn." and pitiful glances of his brothers at the frat whenever he got bro-zoned. For the second time, he decided on making his move.

— It was Friday night, the day of the party, and Kaelum swore he was about to pounce on you. He could feel his own self control breaking down simply looking at you. The metallic taste of blood inked in his mouth from biting his cheek too hard. He smiles, complimenting your outfit and leaning in closer to you than normal. The house was extremely big, with many rooms and blaring music and lights. There were 3 floors, filled with random people, presumably his friends. His sole focus was on you though, and as both of you danced late at night. At one point, when the lights flashed off for just a second, he suddenly kissed you. It was brief, and if you didn't feel his hand hold your chin so gently, you wouldn't believe it was real.

— Shocked was all you felt. Practically the king of all social gatherings in one of the most influential schools in the country? Kissing a little nobody like you? Yeah, right. He was probably just doing a bet. And with the way three new frat members were laughing, it basically confirmed it. You began to run away from the party, dumbfounded and face red. You couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or the kiss, though. You could hear Kaelum running after you, and you felt embarrassed.

— He, on his end, felt heartbroken, and most of all, hurt. Did you not like him the way he liked you? The countless nights after parties he thought about you, wanting to feel you. He wasn't a player, and even less so when you came into his life. Was it something he did? Something he lacked? He could give you anything you needed in your life. He was the epitome of generational rich, a nepo baby essentially. Just give him the word, and he'd give it all to you. Or was it because you had someone else in mind?

You were ashamed and were fighting the urge to cry as you made your way to the backdoor of the mansion. It was an area that a lot of people did not know even existed, but Kaelum showed it to you on one of those nights you stayed at his place. Damn him, you thought. Even if you felt betrayed, you still loved the guy. You were about 4 steps out before a voice stops you in your tracks. "Do you like someone else?" Kaelum caught up to you frankly quickly, with his long frame and sporty background. You looked back at him, and you felt his hand grip your shoulder tightly. You rolled your eyes. "I'm not one of your side links, Kaelum. Stop following me." You could see the way his brows furrowed, his eyes blinking in confusion. He steps closer.

"I never said you were my side?- Who said that? Was it one of my friends?...No, they aren't that stupid to piss me off. No, I got it. It must be those three new little shits I saw earlier. Oh my god, I'll fucking kill them-"

Don't. You did this for a dare right? Kissing me?" The second you said that, he looked offended, like a puppy that got kicked in the rain. A slight pout was on his lips, and he leaned down, almost in a submissive manner.

"No. No, what? What are you on-... sigh, sorry. Didn't mean saying that. I would never do that, especially not to you. I'd rather kill myself than do anything that could hurt you. I look for you in every class, and in every corner of our college. I need you, ___. In a way that I don't think is healthy." At this point, you were already in his embrace. It felt suffocating, almost. "So please, don't leave." You couldn't dare to reply. Part of you was happy, but another part of you felt like if you did leave him, he would've ruined you.

— You stayed there, outside near the back entrance of his house the he only showed to you. In an embrace only just a little bit too tight and reliant, with a boy completely obsessed with you.

— He ends the party earlier than usual, time being 1am, and for the rest of the night, you stayed in his bedroom, having had a cold shower, watching movies with a seemingly infinite supply of food and drinks provided by one of the family's in-house maids. He popped in from time to time, checking in on you and talking casually. Only thing that changed was now his eagerness to touch you.

— Outside, while saying goodbye to the partygoers, Kaelum spreads rumors about the three new frat boys. It was scary, how fast he had changed personalities. Horrible words of gossip spread quickly through each and every college group, and even the most lonely people knew of the "crimes" those three had committed. By the next day, no one wanted to be acquainted with them, and the majority of those in your classes outwardly became friendly to you, seeing you as an innocent victim to their 'harassment.' You only glared at Kaelum, to which he responds with a whistle and shrug.

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our dear beta

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:-possessiveness,obsession,includes a/b/o dynamics

(I don’t know what else to put lmao)

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Gentle orbs looked up from their phone.Looking at the newcomer,that seemed to stare a lil to intently at him.

y/n worked late hours at a part-time job to earn as much as he could,after his parents abandoned him and leaving him alone to suffer the expenses of college.he wanted to be an artist,going through long hours of standing and sitting in front of a canvas,but he loved it.it was his passion.He worked a minimum of 4 part time jobs,going through different hours and time limits that just seemed to take a lot away from him,but it was the only thing he could do as of right now.

y/n was an beta,most importantly a space beta.Space beta were a deviation from the beta dynamic.they have heats,they have wombs, no matter if there a male or female.space betas were basically a omega but with the basic standards of a regular beta,but they were rare.ever since space betas were found out by the government and society.they were being hunted,taken against their will,treated like a omega and adored by Alphas and omegas alike.omegas especially loved them for some reason but it has yet to be discovered why.Omegas,They were loved and cherished and had an big part in society.They were the mothers,lovers and caretakers that brought the pieces of the puzzle together.Though even though they have power,alpha’s controlled most of society.It was instinct and a primal urge to always be on top.

It was because of that space betas went into hiding.they didn’t want to be treated like an omega just because they can take a alpha’s knot and have babies or get pregnant by a omega.that wasn’t what they wanted in society.all they wanted was something fair.

“That’ll be 9.47,sir”,y/n said softly but loud enough for the person in front to here him.An omega,was what they were.it was very rare to get omegas out at night but when they did,they were not to be messed with.It was law,that if any harm was to come to them,the perpetrator would immediately be sent to death.

“Thank you.”,a sweet voice replied,y/n nerves calming slightly at the low sugary sweet voice.The omega was beautiful.He had icy blue eyes,filled with something dark that gave him shivers and bad vibes.short jet black hair with green tips,red juicy lips and the prettiest of smiles,he’s every seen.thought this omega gave off creepy vibes.y/n felt as though he was being forced to submit,even though he is a beta.

y/n was a space beta.y/n loved being one too.he had gorgeous natural beauty marks that look like tattoos all over his body.it was a signature trait of a space beta to have beauty marks that looked like they were inked on their body.it was on of the ways to tell them apart,and after everything that happened.they had to cover them and make sure to hide their scent so they wouldn’t be taken.

even though y/n had to hide them,he wasn’t mad.he could go home and see and admire them.it’s just..he wished…to be able to walk freely with having to be scared of the government.

He was gentle and preferred to be quiet.he was outgoing and was loved by everyone he made friend with,but he just wanted,…to be himself without feeling scared…fear for his life

“Have we ever met before?”,he was asked by the omega.y/n tilted his head to the side,confusion written on his face.

“No,…I don’t think so.I would have remembered your face and smile.”,y/n told the omega before he realized what he said and covered his face that oddly hot.

“I-I-I, sorr-“,he was cut off by the omega who giggled at him.blue eyes staring directly at his own.

“Your so sweet,lil beta.My names,Ji,Ji Sunhem.”said Sunhem,after taking his bag filled with goodies on the off the counter.y/n stares at him before turning his head away quickly,a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.y/n hurries to give Sunhem back his change and smiles,

“Have a good night..er Sunhem?”,y/n bid goodbye slowly,confused as to why they gave him his name.

“Goodnight!!”,Sunhem chirped out happily to him and disappearing behind the front doors of the store.

If only he knew that omega was trouble..

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It started small.gifts and love letters being sent to his address.it was always an anonymous sender so he thought that it was probably his friends but everytime he would call and ask,they always would yell out in disgust and say no.that they have their own mate.so it was confusing to him on why he was getting these “gifts”

But then it took a turn after a couple of months,the sweet and loving messages turned into dark and possessive.it scared him.y/n didn’t know who was doing this or how they know every little thing about him.

To his family life,career choice,his city life and even his past with a few lovers.y/n tried going to the police but decided not to because, they now check every beta who goes to them for their beauty marks.if you were found with them,then you’ll be surrounded by the officers and escorted to the “sanctuary”.a place where space beta’s are taken and protected by alpha’s until their able to find their “true mates”.

A shudder went down y/n back at that thought.

nevermind…

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Y/n knew he was being stalked now.every where he went,he felt chills.something following him with their piercing eyes,that made his skin get goosebumps.he tried to move but was turned down because of a contract,which if he remembered not having signed one when he moved in but his landlord was not having it.but it was strange cuz that person was looking around and whispering to himself the whole time,as if afraid of someone.

Next thing was his friends were not answering him anymore.y/n gets if they cant talk over the phone that much but it was like they were distancing themselves away from him.his life was slowly getting more silent and lonely.his friends having blocked him for the last time after him calling and texting them for week.

His parents having abandoned him after finding out he was a space beta and not wanting to get in trouble for keeping him away and unknown from the government.

Y/n started to get strange text messages.they were filled with loving words,a follow up of pictures of him doing something in his apartment,going out to the club,working,or even of him bouncing on a knot dildo when he had his heat..messages filling him in on how they would worship his body and love him.suck his neck and give him hickies,pull his nipples while another would finger and get him ready for something more.his body being bounced on a thick knot and spanking his ass,wanting to make him swollen with their puppies.

It was too much for y/n.too the point where he would buy another phone even if it costed him his college savings,but that didn’t stop the people from finding out his new number and continuing as though it was child’s play to them.he wanted to go to the police but was too scared and in the the end he was confused on who he can trust to help him.It was numerous people who were torturing him,filling his mind on how they so called “love him for eternity” bullcrap.in the end,he didn’t answer nor look at any of them.

he was afraid to work now because of that one night,when an large man came into the store when he was working.a night shift.the man,an alpha,said nothing,sitting in the little area where the coffee was but not making any….staring at him.y/n wanted to say something,to go against his urges and lash out but he knew better.that alpha stared right at him,red eyes letting him know that his wolf was right there with him,on the surface.

It was like that for 30 minutes before said alpha got up,walking towards him.y/n trembled,his hand under the desk holding a taser he always carried with him.he held his breathe as the alpha then towered over him and came close,sniffing at his neck.a low growl and large arms wrapping around him was what brought y/n out his dazed state and in an instant moved his body.the taser was made to shock an alpha so he brought it down on said alpha’s neck,shocking him enough to be let go of.

Y/n fell to the floor,silent tears going down his face as he stared up at the alpha,who mind you,was still standing.in a quick second,y/n moved,going to the panic room for emergencies like this.

He made it out safe but at the cost of his entire life.

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A kiss was placed at his neck,waking him.y/n sat up groggily before another kiss was placed on his forehead.his gentle dazed eyes,still droopy looked at the male omega nurse who woke him.their eyes was filled with loved and their body rubbed against his to wake him up.putting their scent on his body.

He was in the sanctuary, protected by the government who put him there.that night when he was forced to use his taser,he made the mistake of going into the panic room, where it would set off an alarm to notify police officer’s.he got out safe.the officers who came were tall and muscular,scars on their bodies from years in service.they towered over him easily.

So it wasn’t a suprise when they caught him after he tried to run.the alpha officers had already checked the store and even did a rerun.at the last minute,he was being forced to do a pat down.it was a necessity,they said.

Y/n did put a whole lot of concealer on his body,so his beauty marks wasn’t visible.but then the fuckers just had too fucking touch his skin physically.their hand whipped it off and soon a pitch black star and crescent moon was shown on his skin.it was on his back,most of his Beauty marks were.

He had shocked the one holding him with his taser and made a run for it but the alpha recovered quickly and soon y/n was pursued and caught by both said officers.

He was then brought back to their patroller,where his hands and knees were tied with soft silk cloth.y/n struggled,of course he did but he was no match to fully grown alpha’s who had years of experience and stronger then him.they had made him lay back and kissed at his skin,his stomach mostly.

That was how y/n was taken against his will.

How he was forced into the sanctuary…

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Y/n was put into the tub where hands whipped him down,lathering his body with soap.he was being dressed to see the commissioner’s who found out about him.

The omega nurses who were in charge cleaned him,acting as servants.singing out praises and placing kisses on his skin where his marks were.his Beauty marks were the shape of the galaxy.stars,astrology signs,moon and sun.all of that was on his skin.the nurses loved it,to the point where the would make him stay naked so they could run their hands down his body and admire him.

y/n was uncomfortable but dealed with it.they did not care for his opinion so he said nothing.soon he was dressed in silk fabrics and escorted to the room,where his soon to be “mates” were waiting for him.he didn’t have a choice

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The air around them was hot,burning on his skin.his chest heaved,panting and tired.his body ached for a rest but he wasn’t givin mercy.

Low growls and large arms chaged him as something large and deliciously thick invades his worn hole.streaks of white running down his thighs after their previous sessions.

The large cock inside of him stroked at his sweet spot while a large hand came down on his butt cheeks,marking them red.

More hands pulled at his nipples,a mouth stole his breathe away,taking in his cries and moans.

Hips bruised his ass as y/n was made to take the alpha cock that rearranged his insides again.

Before you knew it,something was being forced into your hole.a popping sensation as it soon invaded your body too.

y/n cried out as the knot was forced into his body,buckets of cum being forced into his little body again.the alpha above him growled harshly while still thrusting,he couldn’t move fast but the stretch made it the pleasure even more pleasurable.

A mouth invaded his mouth again and he couldn’t help but cry and his nipples were pulled once more.

The beautiful omega pulled away and grinned,pink hearts in his eyes as he watched you be fucked and knotted by their alpha,who was busy trying to force more of their cum into your body.

A hand came and layed on y/n cheek,your eyes locking with the omega.

“Don’t worry baby,your home now.and once our other alphas get back,we can have ,oh,so much more fun”

Gentle kisses and strong hands grabbing at your thighs.the heavy body above you pushing their weight on you but enough so you don’t suffocate.hands tied behind your back so you don’t misbehave.Legs trembling after your body was pulled of its last three orgasms and this person still hasn’t had enough…well they haven’t had a taste of you so it’s to be expected.big hands spreading your legs to fit between your thighs and your crying,begging for them to stop but they haven’t had enough yet.

“Oh baby,don’t cry.I’ll make sure you get everything you deserve and more.I’ll stuff you over and over as many times as you need.”

And the their fingering you,making sure your prepared properly before sinking in deep,so fast that you cum on impact.their cock deliciously thick,leaving your hole hole aching blissfully and length so long that it hits your prostate on the first try.Guttural groans as they wait,waiting for you to accommodate their size before their jabbing at your prostate.hips thrusting harshly leaving your thighs to bruise.they got you in a mating press,body folded in half so it’s more easy to give you pleasure.cock slamming harder and harder,making you scream and moan.grunts and pants coming from them as they feel you get closer to your end,stopping their hips and is now grinding fast and deep,not moving from their place on your body.your moaning loudly,cumming/squirting all over yourself and them.they start thrusting again,slamming down fast,setting a brutal pace on your prostate.in a few minutes,your cumming again and soon they follow.roaring,they put all their weight on you,balls emptying filling you up until you have a little bump in your stomach.them groaning,grinding you over to overstimulation as they ride out their orgasm.your body twitching,missing their warmth as they pull out their cock.

heavy and still dripping with cum,standing above your body.they grab onto their cock,aiming it at your face,jerking off fast.Their hips fuck up into their fist,heavy cock leaking again giving you the idea of what they want to do.With a deep groan,their shooting cum all over your body.still stroking until theirs nothin left.pants and small moans fill the room,still glowing in the aftermath.

He gives a smirk,eyes dark with hot pink heart pupils blazing down on you.

“Oh,love.Look how pretty you are.All fucked out and still leaking.Hmmm?Dont worry,we’re not done yet~.”

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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content warnings: yandere themes/behaviours, possessiveness, forced companionship, threatened self harm (not reader), reader can be read as afab or amab

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆:

His royal highness, your sworn liege. You swore an oath, forever binding yourself and your service to him. Knights, of course, he has a plenty. But you? You’re different. Special. He sits above all upon his throne. The burden of his crown is a heavy toll. And unlike the other knights he has in his command, you don’t simply act to obey.

You’re his most trusted advisor alongside being his most loyal soldier. You act to soothe his woes and offer insight. You traverse not just his kingdom but many others on your journey, enabling you to provide a different and rather refreshing perspective. Knights are made to uphold values of honour, loyalty, and nobility but the King has never met one quite as earnest as you.

He remembers the day you were knighted. How you knelt before him and pleaded your eternal loyalty. It’s a fond memory, one he replays whenever your admirers fawn over you or when you go on quests. It acts as a balm to soothe the possessive jealousy that rears its head. And how he loathes your seemingly never ending desire to go on quests. Certainly, before you endeared yourself to him, he hadn’t cared. Attain glory, uphold your honour. It is what knights are meant to do.

Alas, now, he cannot help but detest when you leave. His attempts at making you stay only delay it slightly longer. His orders for your aid, for your company all interrupted by the endless demands for your talents. It drives him mad. You’ve won more than enough glory. You’ve proven your honour and how noble you are countless times.

Stay with him, he’ll grant you every knight’s dream. A castle, large and built with grandeur. And what better castle than his palace? He’ll construct an entire wing, or perhaps an entirely new palace for you. He’ll shower you in all the gold and jewels you could ever want and more. He’ll throw the grandest of feasts and balls in celebration. Whatever your heart desires.

Or perhaps he’ll lock you away in a tower as all mad kings tend to do. Keep his knight all to himself, dressed in the finest silks and draped in exuberant jewelry. Oh, but you’d hate him wouldn’t you? Eyes once filled with shining loyalty showing nothing but contempt and bringing him despair. He couldn’t take it. Yet, he’s slowly and surely waning. Look at what you’ve done to him. Your mighty king beholden to your wishes.

He’s desperate, hungry, yearning for you. His knight, his soldier, his advisor, his confidant. His. Heed his commands, won’t you? For even the kindest rulers committed the worst atrocities when driven mad, and you’ve certainly ignited his descent.

“𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒:

The loveliest damsel across the lands, her highness, the princess. Locked away in a tower by an evil wizard, waiting to be saved by you. Her gallant knight. Do you know how long she’s awaited your arrival? It’s to be expected, of course. Princesses being kidnapped by evil wizards, dragons and other malevolent entities are a common occurrence. As is a knight saving them. It’s destiny.

Certainly other knights have tried before. But all perished at the hands of the wizard who abducted her when she was but a girl and locked her away. She was beginning to think it was hopeless until you came along. Silly her, she knows how it goes. Damsels are saved by honourable knights, then, they live happily ever after. Her entire life she has waited to be saved by you. And now that you have, you’ll wed her of course!

Except you don’t. You refuse to, politely declining her advances. She doesn’t understand. Do you not know how these stories are meant to end? She’s supposed to be your reward, your prize for your heroic deeds. But then, you tell her she’s not a reward, eyes shining earnestly. And oh, even that doesn’t make her fall harder.

No one has ever afforded her autonomy before, she’s always been an object, a prize. It’s like a switch is turned. Suddenly, it’s not a duty, but a desire. She needs you to be by her side. You’re the only person who sees her for who she is.

The princess grows obsessive. She wants to be with you and will do anything to achieve it. Thus, she schemes. She fakes kidnappings and attempted assassinations, all conveniently timed and placed so you’ll be the one to save her. Yes, it may be a tad suspicious but you wouldn’t question her. She’s a hapless damsel and you’re a noble knight, after all.

Of course, she’s not the only damsel you’ve ever saved. She isn’t the first either. But the princess is determined to be the last. Whatever true dangers that require your skills will be shoved to the side when she grows more dramatic with her plots to gain your attention. You must see she’s in need of you. Always in danger. She needs you by her side to protect her.

And if you still refuse to be with her? The princess will have no other option than to take the most drastic measures. You’ll find her up at the edge of the top of the castle’s towers. Dagger poised above her chest, plump eyelashes wet with tears, and a wobbly bottom lip. But in her eyes, all you can see is the madness only lovesick lass could have. She can’t live without you. Thus, you must choose: to be with her or to have the crushing guilt of her death haunt for eternity. Either way, you will hers. Whether through life or death.

“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃:

The fiercest creature known to man, the dragon lord is your natural enemy. He is able to shift from dragon to man in a matter of seconds. Not that it matters, of course. For all knights will fall to his prowess. Then, you come along. At first, the dragon lord dismisses you as yet another fool attempting to slay him. He sighs, bored. Stupid mortals and their useless prides. Did they not understand they would never be able to win? He is the best of both worlds, the mightiest of dragons and men.

Yet, you don’t. You don’t try to slay him. You don’t try to steal his treasures. You reason with him. Your sword is a powerful tool, but you’re a reputed charmer for a reasons. Your words are crafted from a silver tongue. There isn’t a hint of the usual arrogance that men of your station usually hold. This intrigues him. Genuineness is something he hasn’t encountered for centuries. Especially not from a mortal. So, he entertains you. He leaves the village he’s terrorizing, not because he’s swayed by your words, more so you amused him. Yes, that’s it. He returns to his cove of golden treasures, not anticipating to waste a single moment thinking back on you.

Unfortunately for the dragon lord, you plague his mind. He’s an old creature, far older than even your kingdom. And he’s been so very bored for so very long. It leads to him shifting into his human form to gain more information. Only to sate his curiosity, though. Certainly not for any other reason.

His interest is once again peaked when he hears tales of your immense talent. You were holding back against him, weren’t you? Oh, how vexing you are. A simple knight, daring to try and swindle the dragon lord. And how vexing it is for him to have fallen for your coy act. It should irritate him far more than it does. But he’s lacked true companionship for so long. Dragons are a dying species and mortals are unworthy. Well, except for you.

Yes, you’d make a suitable companion. The dragon lord decides that you are his new companion and sets off to find you. Shifting back into his dragon form, he scours the land for you. Upon recognizing your scent, the dragon lord swoops down and nabs your unsuspecting form. You try and protests but he’s far too strong and large for you to fight off. He flies you back to his trove of treasures. The dragon lord sets you amongst his precious possessions, at the center, of course. For you are the most precious of all.

You’re smart, aware you cannot escape him with strength. So you try with wit. You bide time, keep him entertained and try to slip out. It’s a process you repeat multiple times, with the dragon lord catching you each time. He’s never cross with you, if anything, he’s amused. You truly are entertaining. The dragon lord will never take your attempts seriously. You’re a game to him. You may be his companion, but you’re more akin to a bird in a cage than an equal. You’re still his possession, after all. He’s a dragon lord, possessive instincts demanding he hoards you away from everything and keep you all to himself.

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇:

The mistress of the black arts, the witch doesn’t expect to fall for someone such as yourself. She doesn’t expect to fall for anyone at all. Witches are, by nature, deceitful. They are beautiful and cruel. They engage in the dark arts. However, they are not all pure evil. Some have a modicum of compassion in their hearts. And you seem to draw out hers. Perhaps it’s because she’s known you since childhood. Before you were a glorious knight and she an infamous witch, you two were just children with seemingly impossible dreams and the weight of the world on your shoulders. But time changes things, it’s made what should be enemies out of you by the nature of your positions. Yet she cannot bring herself to hate you.

Not when you are truly noble, as knights are supposed to be. She’s encountered many a proclaimed knight in her time. All eager to vanquish her. Yet they all fail. And they all contribute to her disdain towards the blinded citizens of kingdom and the selfish aristocracy. What are knights but dogs to the nobility and monsters to the innocents? She’s seen knights and paladins set villages ablaze, slaughter innocents in the name of either their king or their whims. All knights disgust her. All except you, of course.

You’re her dreamer. You’re her innocence. You’re still the same person who believed in fairytales and noble values because you uphold them. That’s why you’re so beloved. By everyone, but most of all, her. You’ve never turned on her. You understand her nature as not evil. You even go as far as to bring her potion ingredients. She’s your dearest companion. The witch relishes in the thrall she has over you. In the thrall you have over her. You two, bound by mutual past, shall be intertwined in the future.

The witch strives to protect you. She patches up every wound you receive, regardless of how small, with her potion brews. She enchants a charm to ensure your safety— and if it happens to allow her to watch over her at all times, then it’s only because she wishes to keep you safe. And perhaps she may curse her rivals for your affection, so what? A light hex never hurt anyone. She’s indefinitely more relaxed than your other options, though. Witches, while some join covens, prefer independence. She would never want to stifle you.

So, the witch does what she does best. She casts curses and creates enchantments to keep you out of harms way. You may embark on your quests, you may indulge in your whims, but she is certain you will always return to her. And if you don’t? Well, she is a master of the dark arts. She can easily summon you and tether you to her. But she won’t. Probably.

Overall, the witch is concerned about your safety. She may guard you from a distance, but she guards you viciously. You are the only connection to her past, you are the only one who understands her. She cannot bear to lose you to anyone or anything.

“𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍:

A rival, a friend, an equal. This is what they are to you. The paladin, once a squire alongside you, now a sworn knight of the Holy Order. How your paths have differed. Yet, in some ways, you remain the same. Namely, the competition between you. The paladin is always one step behind, has been since your days as a squire. You best them at spars, at races both on horse and foot, in accolades as well. They’re a paladin, and yet, you receive more recognition than them. It drives them mad. You drive them mad.

For one, they should be above the petty jealousy you stir. They should be satisfied with their status. But they are not. They always compare themself to you. They want so desperately to share the light you unwittingly bask in. Alas, none of it is for them. They resent you, they loathe you. Even worse, they respect you. Beyond your skill, you’re the paradigm of a true knight. You’re noble and good-hearted in a cruel world. You’re pure in a way no one else is. It inspires nothing but admiration. The paladin has admired you since your shared youth, they even tried to convince you to take up the Holy Vows

They’ve yet to succeed, but they won’t stop trying. After all, you’re all they’ve been chasing after. You’re the peak they seek. They train relentlessly to improve. Not to become your equal, but to become your better. They want to surpass you, to prove themselves worthy. They want you to look at them the way they’ve looked at you. The paladin wants to be the center of your world.

They work tirelessly. And yet, you always seem to far away. Their obsession grows deeper, more dangerous. The more attention you gain, the more desperate they become. How can the paladin reach you if you’re so far away? It calls for more drastic measures. Perhaps sabotaging your reputation, or ruining your quests. Ensuring you have no one to turn to beside them. Maybe even a maiming is in order, something to incapacitate you and keep you in the paladin’s grasp.

Don’t worry. They’ll be worthy someday. Until then, the paladin will watch from afar, stewing with jealousy and yearning. Be careful though. One wrong move could have the paladin turning towards the more unsavoury means of attaining you. They’d be remiss to, of course, but they cannot let you slip from their hold.

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.”

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a/n: I’m back, from a very long hiatus. Special thanks to @forbidden-sunlight for motivating me to get back into writing :)

more yandere fae + new works coming soon

Yandere Fae - Temptation

he just wants to know your name, that’s all. he promises.

tw: yandere themes, possessive behaviour, reader is lowkey okay with it, implied murder, unhealthy relationships, stockholm syndrome (?)

“Come now, darling,” he croons, so very sweetly, “it’s just a name. I promise I won’t tell.”

He leans his cheek against your arm, gazing up pleadingly. You sigh as you feel your resolve waver. He— the fae— Lucian, he says his name is but you don’t know if he’s telling the truth.

Fae can’t lie, you’d been told as a child. The people of your town nary spoke of the faekind, save in warning tales. They’d told of weaknesses, of iron and salt. Lies. Falsehoods born from ignorance. Fae could lie, could weave truths of honeyed poison sweeter than any ambrosia. One thing you did know was not to tell one your name. Your grandmother had told you. She was the same woman who warned you of the dangers, who thwarted the ignorant claims of the fellow villagers

“Please.” Lucian all but whines. You can’t help but giggle in amusement. For such a powerful creature, he’s acting as though he were a puppy. “It’s just a name.”

But it’s not just a name. Name’s are powerful. They hold history, stories, one’s very being. So, you’ll refuse him once more. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Lucian tilts his head. The slightest hint of venom tinges his tone. His slit pupils are dilated double their size, like a predator catching sight of its prey. “Tell me your name.”

Lucian’s been persistent in his efforts. Ever since you moved into a cottage deep within the forest. Unable to bear the repetitive, noisy life of your village, you left. He’s been following you ever since you moved in. He’s bound, tethered to the place. To the land. Through magical means you don’t understand. Lucian adores pestering you with questions, and inane conversation, that you’ve grown to enjoy. But above all else, he seems determined to get your name. Not that you plan to give it to him.

He makes a frustrated noise, a pout forming on his lips. “You’re so stubborn.” Lucian complains. “Just tell me. I won’t tell anyone else, I swear.”

Liar, you think fondly, It’s cute, really, the effort he puts in.

Biting your lip, you briefly contemplate your sanity. Should others find themselves in this situation they wouldn’t be as calm. They’d panic. You should panic. You should probably run for the hills. For it’s not his status as a fae that forebodes danger. He’s— Lucian is complex.

The good-natured mask he wears is just that. A mask. One he wears for you. Your relationship with Lucian is multilayered. Surface level, it is a give and take. What he gives and what you take remains unclear. Surface level, you’re companions. But that implies trust. You don’t trust him. You’re smart enough not too.

“I’m heading out to town.” You tell him. “To the market.”

Lucian huffs. He storms off like a petulant child, intelligibly whining and a pout on his face. You roll your eyes. Gathering a basket and pulling on a cloak, you step out of the cottage. The way to town isn’t marked by a path. You memorize trees and large stones. Landmarks. You trek through the woodlands, thoughts of Lucian occupying your mind.

You hold a certain fondness for him. For the little game you two indulge in. It’s an odd affection, a tired, old one. He makes you cook for him, bemoaning your atrocious mortal cuisine as he eats all of it. He follows you around the cottage with seemingly no concept of personal space. He lingers around you, as if he were a ghost and you his haunt. He entertains you. With tall-tales spun from silk. He offers you gifts in the form of odd trinkets, flowers, nuts, sometimes gems.

Lucian perplexes you. Because despite the casualness of your relationship, you’d be a fool to not be aware of the power imbalance in between the two of you. There’s something dark, dangerous. An ancient, primal magic tethering him to the cottage. To you.

You shake off your wonderings as you reach a clearing. Down, to the left is a quaint little town. It’s sparsely populated, everyone knows everyone, at least everyone who inhabits the area. Locals are wary of travellers, yet they are not so foolish to deny potential patrons business. Their market, tavern, and inn are what’s to be expected of a place such as this. It’s sufficient for your needs, though. Far be it for you to complain.

You stop by the market, examining items being sold by the vendors. As you take an apple in hand, trying to determine whether the produce is worth it’s price, a hand reaches by you. Curiously, you sneak a glance to the person it belongs to.

You’re met with the appearance of a rugged, rogue. Weary from his travels, if you’d have to guess. He gives you half-grin half-smirk that makes your insides flutter. Normally, you’d offer him a flirtatious smile. Perhaps he’d ask to take you out for the night, to the tavern. You’d drink sweet mead and suggest stopping at an inn for the night. Spend it together. Alas, the sanctity of your normal ended upon your meeting with Lucian.

“‘Scuse me, love,” he says, voice a rough timbre. It’s so different than Lucian’s smooth, honeyed lilt. You like it. “You ain’t from ‘round here, eh?”

You nimbly step aside, appreciating the view. You should leave, you know the consequences if you stay. “No.” You tell him. “I live a little ways away.”

He smiles at that. A small little grin that’s almost a smirk. What a dangerous thing, he is. He starts chatting you up. You know what he wants from you and you’re quite certain he knows what he wants from you. You should be beyond such inhibitions— but it’s been so very long since you’d indulged in a bit of fun. So you let him take you back to his inn, slip something in his beer so when he’s done and your sated, he’ll slip right off. The moment he does, you slink away, trekking through the woods back home. Most people wouldn’t, scared of the dangers lurking. But the forest knows that the true danger resides within your home, guaranteeing your safety.

The moment you make it back, Lucian appears, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Entertaining night?”

His tone is frigid and cold, almost the same as his usual indifference. But you know him better than that. “Very.” You hum. “And yet, I’m here with you.”

“Yet you’re here with me.” He parrots. The shift in his demeanour is almost imperceptible, a change so subtle it appears meaningless. You watch as he slinks away, the satisfaction of his tone lingering throughout your mind. The affirmation, to both him and you, that you were here. That you came crawling back to him. That the pull, the tether he held on your being remained tight as ever.

That you were—

Not his. You were still your own being. You let out a shaky sigh and head up to bed. You’ve had too much to drink, you tell yourself. The next morn, when you awaken, groggily blinking, something immediately feels off. After living like this— after living with him— for so long, you’ve come to understand to trust your intuition while ignoring the warning bells ringing in your head.

You head down the stairs. Your body is heavy from your hang over. It dulls your senses. You know you need to be on guard, lest Lucian have his way. Speak of the devil, you muse, as he leans on the kitchen island smugly. “Rough night?”

“Don’t.” You warn, grabbing a pot and filling it with water to boil. Lician laughs. His laughter sharp and smooth. “Forgive me, lovely.” He croons. “I do not intend to rouse that temper of yours.”

You eye him suspiciously. Of course, you’re always suspicious in regards to him, but this behaviour is odd. Odder than usual. He usually demands you cook for him, asks for your name, then huffs when you rebuff him. It’s routine and Lucian isn’t one for breaking routine. You rake over his handsome, pointed features. He sports an usual grin. Self-satisfied and almost victorious. Then, you spot a crimson splatter along the underside of his throat.

“Is there something wrong, lovely?” He inquires, tilting his head almost as if to show you the blood stained on his neck.

Don’t give in. Don’t pay attention to it. You learned early on giving in only worsens his behaviour. “No.” You answer firmly. You avoid his question, evasive and ignorant. Your ignorance serves as a shield. “I ought to make something, barely ate yesterday.”

Lucian’s eyes flicker with both annoyance and pleasure. “Make me some too.” He orders, before sauntering off.

It sends a shiver down your spine, your compliance. Barely able to deny him, yet unable to give into him. It irks him. It also pleases him. It’s a game between the two of you. One neither of you can quit. You tow the line each time, out of selfishness. The desire to be free. To be as it was. It ends in his possessive fits, with blood shed, staining your hands crimson. Yet you continue. His attention is intoxicating. As addicting as mead. It drives you mad, tantalizes you, taunts you. But you don’t give in fully. Can’t. At least, not yet.

“Come now, lovely. I know you wish to fall into temptation with me.”

~“I worship you” Yandere 1p Russia~

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He didn’t want to do this but you left him no choice

Ivan wasn’t a guy who would was quick to anger or violence, and he wouldn’t show his anger on the outside unless he was pushed to his limits.

He looked down at your shivering body in the snow, the cold just bit right through your small body. He tried telling you multiple times not to go outside, that it was dangerous. But you still left the warmth of his home out into the freezing forest outside.

Why would you be so desperate to leave him?

He gave you everything that you could ever want along with his everlasting love, but no, you would rather freeze to death out here then be curled up in his embrace next to a warm fire.

He just didn’t understand.

He kneeled down next to you taking your shivering body in his embrace holding you tightly. He opened his jacket tucking your head under his chin, holding you closer to him in a hopes that he could keep you warm on the way back home.

“You know I worship you (Y/n), I know this is all new to you but you have to understand I’m just trying to protect you.”

His voice was only a mumble but the rumble in his chest shook you more then the cold.

You had expected him to yell and scream at you for running away but him being this calm and collected, scared you more than any punishment he could give you.

You slowly felt yourself drifting off as the soothing motion of Ivan walking lured you further and further to sleep. It didn’t even cross your mind as of the place you were being taken to as you fell asleep in his warm hold.~

~Request for the prompts are still open!~

just because you said the magic word anon~✨

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~Yandere 2P!Allies x Country!Reader~

-2p China-

You first caught Xiaos attention by giving a speech at one of the meetings that he rarely ever attended.

But this time he was glad he went to the stupid meeting. Just to see your eyes flare with passion and with such purpose that the drugs in his system couldn't even block it out.

It felt like the first time he tried drugs, the feeling of losing yourself under its control, though it dulled over time the more he took it which led him to looking for more harder drugs, which too, dulled over time.

But you, you had awoken that feeling of it back inside of him which he thought he had lost long ago.

It was something he couldn't lose, he had to must get more of it.

Just like if you give a racoon food,

it's going to come back for more.

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~2p Russia~

You first met the intimating Russian was when your two countries were doing a public announcement that the two of you had to attend.

Something about having y'all be side by side while your bosses sign papers was to show how close y'all were supposed to be.

Politics politics politics...

He had been through these type of meetings before with many different countries, it wasn't that important to him, still, it was majorly just to look nice and pretty for everyone to see.

Making a few adjustments to his outfit outside the doors waiting for you, (even pondering if you were even going to show up once) but when he saw you in your best outfit walking to see him, all his thoughts vanished.

Something about you had made him stop momentarily before he regained himself (though with his resting bitch face it was hard to tell on your part) to properly greet You.

He had a habit of judging people when he first met them, seeing if they were worth his time to talk too, but when he looked at you he couldn't tell what made you so special to him. It almost scared him.

maybe this meeting wasn't going to be as dreedful as he had thought.

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~2p France~

Let's just say when you first met the Louise, it wasn't in the most ideal place.

Not behind a Building smoking a cigarette, trying to calm your nerves before a meeting.

When you threw open the back door and hitting a certain Frenchman causing him to drop his own cigarette, you knew you were screwed.

When you were about to get cursed out in French you quickly apologized even going as far to try to not get even more beat up as you thought you were, by trying to say sorry in French.

He just kept staring down at you with a blank exspression as you quickly excused yourself to go to the meeting. You felt like you were going to accend when he walked into the meeting and sat right next to you, just your luck.

Afterwards you went back behind the building (making sure to not hit anymore) to see that you were alone, much to your relief. It wasn't until your back got smacked by the door did someone join you saying "Thats payback for earlier.."

Softly you chuckled and offered him a cigarette saying "Even?" Which he let a sign out but took one.

As the two of you just sat in the ally in silence when he casually looked over at you, feeling a tiny bit irritated that you were still nice to him even after he purposefully smacked the door with you and even went as far to offer him a cigarette.

it confused him to find a genuinely nice person.

And as you went back inside, leaving him, he couldn't help but feel like he wanted it for himself...

and only for himself.

~~~

~2p England~

oooohhhhh boy did you mess up-

So stupid for you to procrastinate on delivering papers, now you gotta act like a delivery boy today, running around with a stack of papers and putting them in their correct place.

Didn't make things better when you ran straight into someone, causing all your papers to fly

e v e r w h e r e

Not even adding onto the fact that the dish of cookies that the brightly colored Brit was carrying got frosting and crumbs all over them.

Just your luck...

Trying to hastily gather all your papers and try to get the icing off some of them(more like smudge it into the papers more), you didnt notice how the Brit was so close to you before you looked up, staring right into his colorful eyes.

"You have a bit of frosting on your cheek poppet!" Wiping it away with his hand.

The odd gesture left you feeling a bit touched but you couldn't stall, you still had to get the papers delivered.

Excusing yourself you quickly got up and continued on your way, making it a point to repay him later and to be more mindful of who's around the corner.

Oliver continued to stare at you as you left, the feeling of Butterfly's in his stomach being replaced with a stinging pain with seeing you disappear behind a corner.

He made it a point to see you again,

he just had to.

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~2p America~

You had decided to go to one of the local bars to celebrate your countries Independence Day.

The whole city was booming with fireworks, dancing, and of course, drinking.

It was a day that you looked forward to for the whole year, a day filled with joy and being proud of what you represented.

It felt nice to unwind for day (since it was a national holiday your boss let you have the day off), you sorta lost yourself when you started dancing to the music that was blasting in the streets, merging in with all the drunks as fireworks lit up the sky.

What happened next happened so quickly that it took your drunken mind a minute to process.

You had tripped over yourself bumping into a stranger, and if it hadn't been for them catching you, you would have hit the hard pavement of the road.

"I've seen you've fallen for me, dollface!"

Was all the stranger said with looking at your confused and drunken face. All you could do then was just burst out laughing as the two of you started dancing together.

It was then that Allen knew he had fallen for you, your laugh. It was like nothing he had ever heard before, and it was the only thing he wanted to hear!

He only wanted to see you happy from that day onwards.

He would do anything to just see you smile and laugh.

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✨hope you like it anon!

~Platonic!Yandere Allies x country! Reader~

(Again I'm going to be changing the reader to be a country!Reader instead of a colony. I'd rather not touch to much into colonization. )

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-America-

The first time when Alfred meets you, he can't say exactly what The feeling was, but he felt this overwhelming need to protect you.

You were being taken advantage of by other countries for your resources and it hurted him to see you being used like that!

So he started trying to make an strong alliance with you, and why would you turn him down? He's a strong, wealthy country who can always protect you, and that's all he wants to do he swears!

Just don't look at the US military bases showing up in your country, their just for protecting you! The worlds a dangerous place, you need his protection!

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-France-

When you first meet Francis he's so understanding and nice to you! He knows what it's like to be in trouble with debt and he most certainly will give you a helping hand in paying it back in no time!

Once your debt has been resolved he's always the first one to greet you at world meetings and always talks to you afterwards with just questions about your everyday life.

But he gets more suffacating as time goes on with how much he tries to keep you healthy and safe.

You don't say anything against him since, you kinda are in debt to him because of the loans he gave you to pay your original debt, the only thing you hope is that he forgets about it.

He morphs into a helecopter parent with how much he tries to keep you from hurting yourself accidentally and starts taking you out to eat after meetings just so he can guarantee that you ate that day.

If you can ignore the unbalanced relationship you have, he's not the worst to have looking over you.

~~~

-Russia-

Defiantly not you standing outside of his office door trying to get enough courage to knock on it for 20 minutes now.

You would have just walked away at this point if Ivan didn't open it himself and almost walked into you if you didn't scream Gasp in surprise first.

Ivans so excited when he finally puts together (or what he could get from you fainting over and over), that you needed his help with some papers, No ones ever gone to him for help.

When you show him the papers that accidentally got sent in Russian, he's a little bummed out that you only needed him to translate it, so he trys to make excuses to take up more time.

saying that he can't read some of it or that the Russian has a grammical Mistake and he HAS to spend the next 20 minutes explaining to you the correct way to pronounce and spell it.

He slowly begins to invite you over to his place to hangout, starts showing up at the library to read with you, starts sitting next to you during the meeting to the point were everyone has moved their chairs just slightly away from y'all two.

But he doesn't see anything wrong with this, isn't this what friends do?

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-England-

Oh god-

you swear you were such a burden, no that's an understatement to how Auther was towards you.

He always seemed disgusted with you and with just being in the same room as him you could feel how he was always glaring at you from across the room.

And what did you do to deserve this? All you did was asking for directions around the world meeting building. it was your first time and who could blame you for being a little lost.

Apparently him! Hia glare was filled with utter disgust and was the equivalent to him taking off his glove and slapping you with it. Probably would have sent the same message to you either way.

All the papers you would send him he would always find some sort of grammar mistake in it and ALWAYS point it out to you at the world meetings in front of everyone!

He was such a prick that you didn't even talk or go by him ever, but he was always lingering around you to point out that your uniform was messed up or that your shoelaces were untied even though you swore that you had double noted them before you got there.

It was just annoying and irratating with how he treated you, what did you do to make him hate you so much?

~~~

-China-

Yao is like the same to Francis, in how he acts like a helicopter parent. But think of him more like a helicopter brother...

It almost annoys you how whenever you see him, the first thing is

“did you eat? You look like your about to blow away aru! Why haven’t you eaten anything today!”

“Yao I ate breakfast already calm-“ “Just breakfast??? It’s already noon! Your western breakfasts are so light you probably don’t even have enough energy for the day. No worries though since I already brought you a full course buffet!” “China we’Re iN A MEeTiNg-”

Safe to say that you’ll never be skipping meals with him around.

You barely have any room on your bed with all the stuffed animals he gives you, there already overflowing in your closet.

But you don’t really want to say anything since he does give you advice for your work and helps you in places where he’s allowed to help.

Still it does get suffocating at times and he doesn’t seem to understand that you need sometime alone.

All he seems to get is that he needs to shower you with even MoRe stuffed animals.

It’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes.

Opposites: violent yandere x quiet reader

Warning: slightly masochistic yandere, mentions of death (I apologize for this. I cut out a lot cause I feel it became too much in terms of sadism for some) Jack knew he shouldn’t harm people since it would upset you but he loved the look you have him when you scolded him for his wrong doings and how you’d make him pay for it. You never hurt him but you made sure he knew he not to do it again. Well you at least tried to. Too bad for you that he was a glutton for punishment. He thought of wearing jackets more often but loved when people questioned what remained on his body afterwards. The visible proof he belonged to you and you alone. Most people believed your personalities wouldn’t match due to your quietness. A person that kept to themself and an obnoxious airhead that liked to start stuff just couldn’t be good together. You two loved each other dearly and while Jack wouldn’t let his outburst affect your relationship in any way, he wasn’t afraid to kick someone’s ass for messing with you or do worse. A shiver would always run down his spine when he remembered the first time he let his anger take hold of him for too long. - “This is all your fault you know?” Jack crouches down, his eyes locked into a stare with ones permanently frozen in fear. “Y/n has been mine even before we started dating but you could never let them go now could you? It doesn’t matter now though.” A cruel smile forms on his lips as his voice becomes a harsh whisper. “I’ll make sure to hide your hands well so even in death you won’t be able to touch my angel.”

Jack felt a heavy weight lifted of his back once the bastard’s body was gone for good. He still hated him with every fiber of his being. The person he killed was a fellow student that was well liked by everyone but just couldn’t be happy with that. He just had to try and take what wasn’t his and so he paid the price for it. Anyone in their right mind would’ve see that Jack wasn’t in the wrong for what he had done. Jack thought that he got away with the deed. No one questioned him about the disappearance and the buzz soon died after a few weeks. He believed he’d get to live the rest of his life in peace with the one he loved and never look back. Until the day you walked into his living room, holding a bloody baseball bat. It was just going to be a normal date night when Jack asked you to get his jacket for him. His room wasn’t the cleanest and when you looked in his closet you found the old bat. He didn’t know what to do as you stood there, stoic. He was sure you put two and two together and his life would be ruined. He was more worried about never seeing your face again than actually going to jail. Taking slow steps towards you, Jack tried to think of the right words to say but nothing came out. The blank look on your face made his heart ache and he fell to his knees, hugging your waist as his face buried into your stomach. “Y/n please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong but I just had to do it. He wouldn’t leave you alone. I told him time after time that you were mine but he just didn’t want to listen. If you really want to turn me in then just bash my head in with that bat. Say it was self defense. I’d rather die in this exact spot than fall to prove my innocence and be taken from you.” Jack jumps a bit as the bat falls to the ground with a loud thud. His body tenses as you wrap your arms around in him a gentle embrace. “I know it’s hard for you to control your anger Jack.” You say in a soft tone as you look down at him. “Remember when we first met? You were mad at the world as usual. You’ve gotten better with it but deep down I know it’s hard to hold back so I’m not mad this time. That’s why I’ll go easy on you.” “E-easy?” “Jack…. You didn’t honestly think I’d forget about this so easily did you? I need to make sure you know not to do this again. One day you might slip up and get caught so why don’t I do something so that you’ll never do that again in the first place?” - No-one would have ever guess that you were the cause of the rope burns around his wrists or the odd bruises that would litter his skin at times. With a simple smile you’d deny having any part in those markings and that’d be the end of it. Not for Jack though. His face would go deep red every time you got away with it and gave him a glance out the corner of your eye with that smile on your face. He just couldn’t understand how you could be so cute yet so cruel at times.

One afternoon Jack was hang out with a friend when you came out or nowhere and nearly scared the daylights out of him. “I’m terribly sorry.” You tell his friend as you grab Jack by the arm. “I need to talk with him for a few minutes but you can have him back soon.” The friend nods, knowing how Jack got when anyone got in the way of your relationship. He shuttered involuntarily as a memory of what happened to the last person came to mind. You thank him before leading Jack off and he felt both nervous and excited because of your tight grip. “Hey Jack? Did you know there’s another person missing from town? Their face was a bit familiar. I believe we ran into them a few days ago and I remember that you didn’t like their tone when speaking to me.” Jack swallows hard and tries to think of what to do. He knew that lying to you would only make things worse for him but he secretly wanted that. “W-well I didn’t have anything to do with their disappearance. All my time has been focused on you my precious doll. Trust me when I say I haven’t even been by that old park in years.” You grin as you place your hand on his cheek. His heart beat quickens at your touch and as you lean in to whisper something in his ear. “How did you know they were last seen at the park then?” “….. Shit”

Hopefully I'll be free soon and be able to handle inquiries \(._.)/

Squid Game AU.

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere!Guard!Adrien x Reader

tw: obsession, mentions of murder

-Every morning, Adrian puts on a mask in front of the mirror, without even throwing a short glance at his face. Perhaps soon it will help him forget that he is a not human until the games are over. Perhaps then it will become a little easier for him.

-A triangle is drawn on his mask. It stands above the circle, but below the square. Give directions to the first figures and obey the second. This is a simple rule. Adrian doesn't know why he keeps repeating this to himself. Maybe because he is afraid to forget. If he break the rules, he will die. The rules are simple. Just keep it.

-The first time he pays attention to you when you cut a shape out of candy. You got a triangle. Just like the drawing on his mask. Your hands are shaking a little, but you are optimistic as you hum to yourself. You shake your head in rhythm and freeze when he's shadow falls on you. You lift your head and look at him. Adrian also freezes for some reason. After that, you just smile faintly, wave your hand casually at him and return to the game.

-"What was it?" in panic, Adrian thinks for a few more hours after the game ends.

-You get food and thank him politely. Everytime. As if feeding you is not their responsibility, but a generous gesture. Adrian tries to remember contact with your hands. He suddenly realizes how small your hands are compared to his.

-At night some woman throws a tantrum demanding to take her to the toilet. When Adrian opens the door with several other guards, he notices you standing modestly with a woman. You smile guiltily. He wonders if you recognize him. And then he remembers about the mask with the uniform and realizes that it is not. There was no way you could recognize him. Unfortunately.

-You are the first to leave the restroom and wait for the woman next to him, you rolling from heels to toes. "Mr. Triangle, I like the color of your uniform."

-Why? Why did you say that? What the hell? Do you even understand where you are and what he has the right to do with you????

-This night Adrian is no longer afraid for himself. He doesn't think about work at all. Thinks about you and your destiny. How is such a naive and kind flower supposed to survive here? What made you come here? If he had met you earlier, he would not have allowed you to appear here. He would help with your problems, even if it are beyond his capabilities. But what can he do now?

-The next day he takes you to the restroom again. Adrian goes with you hand in hand, not by the rules close, and at some point, grabs your hand. You cry out in surprise, but nothing happens and you calm down. And then you feel that he is handing you a folded piece of paper.

- "Don't make a mess there, 034" he says coldly, hoping you can take the hint and get rid of the prompt for the next game. You will understand. He has no doubts. After all, you are his smart girl.

- He'll figure out how to get you out of here. Or he will do anything to guide you through. But for now, a little clue will do. You will use it wisely. He doesn't doubt you. After all, you are his dear, smart, girl.

Hi sweetie!😊

May I request a scenario with yandere! Luka where he finds out that his crush is being bullied by Lila?

Good luck😉😘❤️

Hi. Thanks~ :3

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: threats, the pursuit, too sexy luka (ahaha)

- Finding a common language with peers is not easy. Especially when they are all opposed to you.

-Lila transferred to your class half a year ago, and quickly drove everyone under the heel.

-At some point, the girl decided that she didn’t like you. Was it because you look like someone from her past, or she just didn't like your sweater. You don't know.

-First, she stole your friends. Lying in bed on rare sleepless nights, you wondered if they were ever your friends, if they so easily abandoned a long-standing friendship.

- Then there were unpleasant rumors. Some of the students started laughing behind your back.

-After this bullying became physical. A rough push in the crowd, garbage in the locker, spilled juice on a blouse, outright ridicule. They didn't even try to pretend it was an accident.

-The actions were getting bolder, so you were not surprised when one day, you were cornered. Lila came into view.

-"Your groveling was pretty funny. But I'm sick of it. I want you to get out of my school away."

-Lila raised her hand to slap. You shrank and closed your eyes, but there was no blow.

-"What's going on here?"

- A familiar voice sounded. Luka intervened in the conflict. He squeezed Lila's hand so hard it almost turned white. The criminals cringed under the guy's evil gaze. Lila opened her mouth, trying to pour out another lie, but she was immediately interrupted.

- "If I ever see any of you next to her, I will cut off each of your rotten hands."

-Luka lets go of Lila. She habitually wants to throw something that he will have problems due to threats. But she realizes that she can't even move. Who is he? His fearful aura filled the air. She glances into his eyes and realizes that he is not joking. And Lila quickly runs away with the others, hoping never to meet him again.

-You look at them in confusion, after which you break down. A sob erupts from your throat, and tears begin to flow from your eyes. You are immediately drawn into a comforting warm embrace.

-When emotions subside, he grab you by the hand and take you somewhere. Luka says that he decided to meet you because lately you have been acting strange. He felt that something was wrong. And he was damn right.

- The guy throws his jacket over your trembling shoulders. On the way, you stop at a store to get your favorite snacks. Luka asks you to stay the night with him.

-He says that Juleka and Anarka miss you and would be glad to see you. He says that being alone when parents are on a business trip is not the best idea.

-You quickly relax, wipe your wet cheeks with your sleeve. The pleasant smell of the jacket surrounds you. Thoughts about Luka's family are warm. And you somehow lose sight of his previous threat to your offenders and the fact that you never told him about your parents' business trip.

-Luka walked and thought about Lila. Yes, she is unlikely to come close to you again. But she still has to answer for what she managed to do. No one dares to offend his girl.

Can you write imagine with yandere!Luka Couffaine where he falls in love with a albino!reader, please?

Love your blogs with yandere💕💕💕💕💕

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts

Thank you for waiting for an answer and love honey~ Sure. I added a bit of anxiety. Hope this doesn't ruin the story for you.

Happy reading!

Luka wants to believe that looks are not important to him. The personal qualities of a person are much more important. And feelings. However, when he sees you, he can no longer be sure of his judgments.

In his sweetest dreams, your extraordinary features flicker. At the next "Kitty Section" rehearsal that you were able to attend, Luka excitedly plays the strings of the guitar, examining your snow-white hair. Is it soft? Could he ever run his fingers over it? How does it smell? Every morning, he looks in reflection at his blue irises of his eyes, and the memory of your bright purple lights burns in his brain. Of such shrill. Shining with life.

But today your eyes weren't shining anymore. Luka was terrified for the first time in a long time. You awkwardly chatted with the group, and when their attention turned to something else, disappeared into the bathroom. The guy followed you unnoticed. It took a little time and a conversation through the door before you let him in, muttering something about the bullies.

You glance uncertainly at the mirror, and then immediately look away. Your hands are securely clasped in front of your chest. Luka is standing close behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your waist. The guy easily blows on the snow-white strand of hair. It wiggles and tickles his nose. A gentle smile splits his lips. Luka brings attention back to you.

"What did they tell you?"

"Nothing special."

He frowns. A chill runs down your spine.

"I just want to help." He insists again. A hand grabs your chin and turns your head back to the mirror. The fingers of the other hand dig painfully into the side. You flinch.

"They laughed at how I looked. They said ... that I was unnatural."

The painful grip on your side returns to light stroking again. Luka freezes, deep in thought. His gaze glances over you greedily. How could someone say something so terrible? You are completely natural. Perfect.

"See - you look pretty."

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Luka turns you around, takes your face in his hands and leaves a kiss.

"Don't worry. They won't bother you anymore. I'll take care of it."

Luka will do anything to bring the light back into your eyes. Even if it has to be pulled out of someone else.

Second chance

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts, noncon touching, noncon kissing.

Viperion strides forward, slowly approaching you. You look around in fright. There is nowhere else to retreat. He drove you to a dead end. There is no further escape from this alley. You will not be able to pass by the hero - not enough space. You lean your back against the wall.

"You don't need to be afraid of me. I will never hurt you," the guy says softly.

He has a nice voice, but it doesn't help you get rid of the stress in any way. You are too scared by his previous actions. Where is Ladybug when you need her so badly? They finished with Akuma. Shouldn't she come to pick up his Miraculous?

"What do you want from me?"

"I just wanted to touch."

Viperion speaks as if nothing strange is happening. He reaches out and gently strokes your face. You flinch. He's a hero. So why is he so creepy? The guy leans even closer, gently touches your face with his lips. Kisses are as light as a butterfly.

"Please don't." Your voice breaks. You sob. Tears begin to flow from your eyes.

"I know. I'm so sorry. Sorry." Viperion showered you with a mixture of kisses and apologies.

This apology is not sincere. You don’t understand what he’s apologizing for if he’s not sorry. If he doesn't stop. Your legs give way, but you don't fall. Strong hands are holding you. His body supports yours. Too close. Hot. You don't immediately realize that he is saying something again.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to control yourself. When I see you ... I want to do so many things."

Under the mask, Luka barely finds coherent thoughts to justify himself. Conversations are not his forte. It's much easier to express feelings through music. Or through actions like now. He's ashamed, but he doesn't want to stop. Along with the Viperion, something awoke in him. Something vile and disgusting. It, together with boundless love and care, fills the insides, reaches the edges, spills out.

"Let me do it honey. I promise you won't remember."

The hero intercepts your hand before you can hit him. His lips finally touch yours. Luka's world explodes into a completely new unknown melody. No other instrument in the universe is capable of producing such a delightful sound. Viperion has a hard time pulling away from you. You are absolutely stunned.

"I love you, my melody."

He looks at your face for the last time and reaches for the Miraculouse. There are a couple of minutes left. Just enough to deal with the villain.

"Second chance."

Viperion uses the ability. Now instead of you, there is a tense Ladybugin front of him. He is grateful to her. She entrusted him with the Miraculouse. While Viperion voices his partners the previously worked out plan once again, Luka fights with a sense of shame. He is not worthy. They shouldn't have relied on him. He let the Ladybug down and used the Miraculouse for personal gain. Then he remembers you again and the shame disappears. Time returned back. There is no need for him to be ashamed of something that actually did not exist.

This time, Luka will give up the Miraculouse after winning. But he will look forward to next time.

Petting

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Chat Noir x Reader

tw: emotional manipulation, emotional dependency, hidden threat.

-Purr meow. Sweetheart, please go on.

You shudder, suddenly pulled out of a sleepy state. Look around in confusion, trying to get your bearings. Your hand, tangled in blonde hair, resumes its lazy strokes. Chat Noir squints pretty.

- Can we finish for today? - you awkwardly drawing attention to yourself. Your back is terribly numb and your neck hurts. It is one o'clock in the morning. You dreamily think about how to lie down and immediately fall asleep. Only one thing separates you from your sweet dreams. And this "thing" persistently asks for attention.

-I thought you missed me, - the guy pouted offendedly, after which he gently rubbed his cheek on your leg.

- Yes but... - you shiver. He is unlikely to be satisfied with your words, - it's already late. I get up early tomorrow. And you, probably, too.

The Chat stops your hand with his. You sigh with relief. He sits down opposite you, exuding displeasure with all his appearance.

-I get the impression that you are not happy with me. Since I'm not needed here, maybe I should go and play with your friends, - an undisguised threat flows from his lips.

-NO! - you scream unexpectedly loudly. The eyes begin to water. You are in a panic thinking how to cajole him. You pray that he will not reveal the deception. - I'm so happy that you came today. If only you could stay...

-O! What a great idea. I can just stay today, can't I?

The piercing gaze of bright green eyes rushes in your direction. You swallow the sticky saliva hard. If you agree, you will voluntarily prolong your torment until the morning. If you refuse, he will visit your friends. Who knows how it will end. Chat Noir is incredibly determined when it comes to you. You have long ceased to doubt this.

-Yes. Of course.

The Chat's lips stretch into a happy smile. He falls into a pile of blankets and drags you along. Cold latex is in contact with the skin, causing goosebumps. Chat Noir pulls your body closer to him and rubs his face against your hair. Your fear allowed him to win again. You will have to spend the night in indecently close contact with him again. Well, at least the caress session is over and you can finally sleep. Chat Noir is the owner. And he always gets what he wants.

(What is it? This is a learning experiment!)

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien Agreste x Reader, Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader, Yandere! Ladybug x Reader, Yandere! Marinette Dupen Chang x Reader

Gabriel: -Adrian, we need to talk seriously.

Adrien: "Oh no. He found out that I was running away to patrol. Or did he find cheese. How can I explain this? What if I got caught reincarnating as Chat Noir "

Gabriel: - What about the girl in your wardrobe? Why is she here and why is she bound?

Adrien: - Ah! Em... We are... conducting research work with her on the victims of the abduction. This is a learning experiment!

Gabriel: * looks intently *

Adrien: * sweats nervously *

Gabriel: - Okay. Don't Forget Your Chinese Lesson Today.

Adrien: * exhales with relief*

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Y/n: - Luka is one of the calmest people. I don’t know what has to happen in order for he to become akumatized.

Somebody: * offends a y/n*

Luka: * acumatized*

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Ladybug: - I should stop giving y/n the Miraculouses just because I like her. It's irresponsible. And I put her in danger.

Somebody: * acumatized *

Ladybug: -Y/n, take this Miracle Box.

Y/n: - Wait... Again?

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Alya: - Did you just sneak a photo?

Marinette: -Of course not!

Alya: - You called me again as cover. Who are you following this time? Is that Adrien?

Marinette: * drops her bag with shaking hands. A bunch of pictures of the y/n fall out *

Alya: - Don't you think this is strange?

Marinette: -No...

Y/n: * walks in the park, unaware of anything *

Overnight stay

If you want something - do it yourself.

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

Luka takes a deep breath and rolls over onto his back. It was not possible to fall asleep for already the second hour. He turns his head in your direction. You sleep serenely with your hand hanging from the bed. His beds. "Will her scent remain after this night? Will our scents mix?" - the guy thinks excitedly. Lying on the floor to give you his sleeping place must have been the wisest decision he ever made. Luka reaches out and gently grabs your hand. "How soft ..." - another thought flashes in the blue-haired head. He interlaces his calloused fingers with yours."I would give anything for her to comb my hair with those fingers."

Luka listens to your breath - the most beautiful melody. Closes his eyes and imagines . You are lying next to him. The curves of your warm body fit him perfectly. Slightly disheveled hair tickles the face of a young man. And your breath burns his collarbone.

BZZZZ

Luka frowns. His gaze falls on your phone. And something dark takes root somewhere in the depths of the soul. What if he writes to your friends on your behalf? Will ruin your friendship with them. Make them stop talking to you. He just needs to remember to delete the correspondence from the phone. After all, Luka is the only one you need. You will be so sad and confused. Luka will gladly offer comfort. Maybe you will be so upset that you will fall asleep next to him...

Luka lets go of your hand, stands up and slowly moves towards the gadget. He will do it. For your sake ~

I need a yandere miraculous ladybug x reader like air. Please somebody.

Extra points for yandere Luka ┬┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬┴

broke yanderes are underrated

A yandere who is so insanely obsessed with you that their life has fallen into ruin.

They can’t keep a job because they have to watch you constantly.

All their money goes to you. Gifts. Paying the bills. Probably paying for the insane amount of gas they use driving around following you.

I want a yandere with a mattress on the floor who is very ashamed of his living arrangements and will only do something about it when if you move in.

If you were locked up moved in with them, they could finally put their degree to use and furnish the place.

Broke as in like a crazy dude with a pathetic bachelor pad that he really doesn’t want you to see and judge him for but it’s also all he’s got.

Longtime followers will know that there used to be a time when the entire blog was covered head and toe with Nikolai Gogol! It's raining horribly where I am, I'm alone in a coffee shop and listening to Melanie Martinez and then the idea to write for this clown came to mind.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋, who's a lot more subtle than anyone could ever have predicted. He has been in your life much longer than he ought to be but that was his special way of keeping tabs on you. Like most things in life, this infatuation was not planned. He doned on the disguise of a simple waiter who worked in a coffee shop near your campus. As most of his work he needed to be undercover but newfound delights took place instead of his task.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋, who is so charming that you can't help but come to the coffee shop daily. It was a little humiliating how much you liked the man but it could not be helped. In your eyes he was just a simple man working a minimum wage, a regular Joe... Who just happened to be out of this world charismatic and charming. You were confident that he could charm the pants of anyone he desired but he kept casual... Most of the time!

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋, who stops charging you for drinks because this isn't actually his job and is not taking it 100% seriously - but he also wants you to feel special! It's fun to gauge out your reactions and study your mannerisms. It was nothing but a fun little game to him, just something cute to pass the time. You were adorable, so easy to rile up, so easy to amuse. He loved cracking dumb jokes and occasionally asking you some questions. You may have the beauty, but do you have the brains?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋, who starts to see that his feelings are becoming more serious as time flies by. He resents you a little, for trapping him in such a manner. He is usually good at separating work and pleasure but if he kept you around that line would start to blur. Being your humble waiter was just not enough anymore. He started to masquerade as other random passerbys in your life such as the cashier, mailman, garbage man. It was only a matter of time until you started to catch on that something was off but Nikolai continued to pull the strings of this play just a little more.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋, who leaves you gifts and hints of him and his whereabouts. Sometimes they're normal such as roses and chocolates. Hey, they're a classic for a reason! But the fright in your eyes was dazzling to the jester, it made him want to do things he really had no business doing. He was horrible but human. He had needs and feelings too, no matter how depraved.

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welcome to my blog! i post yandere stuff.

i write:

imagines, headcanons, oneshots

fandoms:

land of the lustrous (suuuuper underrated)

litchi hikari club (suuuuper underrated)

demon slayer

stranger things

yep the boys (yt channel)

inside job

reminder: i will always make the reader gender-neutral unless specified if male or female!

requests: closed

Maybe

Rook Hunt x Fem! Reader

TW: Implied sexual themes, implied gore, blood, injuries, stalker-ish behavior from Rook Hunt, obsessive themes, worshipping of reader. Reader is implied to be gender neutral but some parts refer to them in a more "feminine" manner.

Synopsis: Rook was not a sadist, but his actions said otherwise. Was he really to blame when your fear-stricken face was just so endearing? No, Rook was not- he could not be a sadist. At least that's what he told himself. But, was he really so horrible or was there something more to it?

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Rook was a lot of things but he was not a sadist, he never found pleasure in another's pain- he was not so cruel. Bullshit. Because when it came to you, even the most ghastly wound became a fine piece of art. When you came into the question, Rook took being a hunter quite seriously. After all, would he really be one, if he didn't somewhat enjoy how you writhed in pain?

It was wrong. Rook knew it was wrong yet the pleasure he felt seeing your poor, frail form, all dependent on him- it was enough for him to forget all his morals.

Maybe it was that look of despair in your eyes, or it might have been how you desperately clutched onto his shirt. The way your eyes were wet with tears, heavy breaths leaving your lips as you felt the rip in your flesh.

How could he deny helping this broken beauty? After all, Rook Hunt would never deny a damsel in distress of her knight in shining armor.

The way protests left your mind, how your arms clutched around his neck as he picked you up. He saw it all.

It was beautiful- the lack of defiance, the docility, the obedience. The usual you would make a snarky comment, tell him to "fuck off", and of course he loved that version of you too. Yet, this frail, broken you was so deliciously compliant that he couldn't help but relish in it.

Don't get it wrong, it wasn't exactly your pain that he loved- but your dependence on him. The way you had no choice but to give up and let him take care of you. Wasn't it perfect? He got to care for you and you didn't even have to worry your pretty little head. You could be at peace while he guarded your precious body, so reminiscent of a temple.

It was his dream to serve you, to take care of you, to be in your presence without the mask you put up for others. It was his dream to see the real you, and right now, he got the chance to see a glimpse of it. He had the opportunity to see how you handled pain. Upon witnessing it, he couldn't deny that he wanted to see more.

He was sickening.

The way he had access to your room, the way you trusted him in this moment- it sent the blood rushing to his face.

It felt so right to carry you, to hold you, to embrace you- so endearing you were as you wet his shirt with your warm tears.

You said nothing, only weeped. You were scared, so frightened of the monster in front of you. Yet, you had no choice but to let him in, after all, your injuries were severe and he said he knew how to treat them. And he did treat them, letting his hands wander alongside.

His eyes were locked with the purple of your bruises, so reminiscent of fresh violets. How your crimson blood stained his clothes, the scent of iron engulfing him in a frenzy.

He loved it.

It wasn't as though he was only enjoying the view, no, he would never be so cruel. Still, he relished in the sight for as long as he could before wrapping your wounds in bandages. The feeling of being able to patch you up, bring you back to shape- as one would to a marionette- made him feel as though he was your god. It was this exact devotion he craved, though it may have been a trick his mind played on him for the looks you sent him were everything but welcoming.

He observed you, how you reacted to the burn of medicine seeping into your skin, the way you winced as he caressed your bruises. It brought such a perverse smile on his flushed face.

He was addicted to it.

No, Rook wasn't a sadist but at times the hunter within him just couldn't help but relish in the sickening sight of his beloved fawn. You were beautiful in all forms, yet one of his favorites was when you left yourself in his care, so dependent on him.

He loved you no matter how broken you could be.

He knew he was disgusting, revolting even but the way you called out his name, gruelling in pain was enough to feed his delusions that you didn't mind. How he wished he had snapped a couple photos of you, or maybe even drawn portrait as you lay in bed, so meekly.

He was twisted.

No, Rook was not a sadist, he did not enjoy another's pain but if that pain belonged to you, then even even something so vile could be beautiful. That pain, suffering- it belonged to you so of course he loved it so. It might have been perverse of him, vile, or even cruel but no matter what it was, once it belonged to you it would be the most beautiful of all.

How could he not find it beautiful?

Your body was coiled up, whimpering in such a delightful manner. Your eyes were half-lidded as you wept and your crimson blood seeped through the pristine bandages he'd covered you in. No matter how he perceived you, in that moment, your pain was the most heavenly vision of all.

Nevertheless, it did torment him to see you all bruised and broken- that was why he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, words that were incoherent in the moment. That was why he cradled you in his arms as you struggled to leave- he chose to ignore that. That was why he treated you as one would a lover, his hands crossing boundaries as you fainted.

How sinful you must have felt.

No, Rook was not a sadist- but upon witnessing your agony, he felt nothing but pure bliss. No, Rook did not love this version you because of the pain you felt- he loved it because of how dependent you were on him. No, Rook wasn't cruel, he wasn't twisted either- you were just too heavenly.

Maybe Rook was a sadist.

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Note 2: I love how Rook's character is a great source for dark material yet he can also be written in a more sweet manner. (I love this man with all my heart)

Note 3: Any unhealthy behavior depicted in this fic is not condoned nor encouraged by me. If you are facing any mental/physical abuse, please seek help immediately!