Yandere Lover

Nani, she/her, 20. Yandere writing blog. Minors, please do not interact.

[heketiri]

Nani, she/her, 20.

Hello! I write yandere x reader content! I'm new to writing fanfic, and I wanted to improve my writing skills! I am primarily a roleplayer and have been writing since I was 11. I just want to gush about yanderes and interact with the community!

My blog will contain dark themes such as noncon and toxic relationships. NSFW themes may also be present. If you are under 18, please do not interact with my work.

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Trust

Yandere Gambit (@buriedpair) x Reader

I wrote fanfiction for Buried Pair 🥰

You should check them out! Characters will likely be OOC because I don't own them. I had a vision and I wrote it

CW: Reader is not referred to with any pronouns, dubcon, and drugging. There is very little smut.

Something brought you to Buried Pair.

Gambling was hardly one of your preferred ways to pass the time. Especially since you don’t belong here. The heads turned your way proved it time and time again; uncomfortable at best, and terrifying at worst. Humans are a rarity in this society and commonly seen as defenseless, weak, and pathetic. They were hardly worth spending time on, yet nonhumans loved to make a victim out of people like you.

Buried Pair had a rather peculiar employee formally known as a debt collector, but he was ruthless. Any cases surrounding the casino were dismissed in days. If you became a statistic, it was unlikely you’d ever get justice. What would it have meant to you, anyway?

A victim to a society that saw you as an afterthought.

You knew this and knew it well. Despite this, you had no reason to believe you’d be killed indiscriminately. While Buried Pair was known for its deadly debt collection methods, you were wise enough to never let it become a problem in the first place. The threat of dealing with the casino’s debt collector could be enough to dissuade others from harassing you.

The sight of the building alone was nearly enough to make you turn around and leave. Knowing that you’d stick out despite your best attempts to avoid conflict caused this bitter, twisted feeling to fester in your gut. It wasn’t fair.

You persisted. With a deep breath, you mustered the courage to trudge on past the slot machines, past the horned man pestering the dealer, and made your way towards the bar.

A drink was not what you’re after, but you knew you had to be here. Why, you weren’t sure. You weren’t used to the atmosphere, to the people gambling their lives away. There was nothing you had in common with anyone here, you’re certain.

The bartender, a handsome man with scales littered across patches of his skin, turned your way. His reaction to your human self was unlike anything you’ve seen before: wide, shocked eyes, but his expression did not shift into disgust or pity. His eye contact was intense enough to make you glance elsewhere. Sheepishly, because you don’t know what to make of him.

He muttered something; you only know because you saw his lips moving in your peripherals. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem intended for you to hear.

You couldn’t recall the conversation you had with him, only that his nickname here was Jackpot.

****

The casino’s patrons did not give you any trouble. You made time to visit Jackpot, and your presence seemed to make his day. You had no idea why, but it was nice to see him glow whenever you showed up at his bar.

He mentioned his boss, Gambit, here and there. He had nothing bad to say about Gambit, and it became clear that they were good friends. You couldn’t help but wonder: why did Jackpot seem so lonely when he had a friend as close as Gambit?

It didn’t make sense, and you usually weren’t one to judge. There was something deeply wrong here, but you lacked concrete proof.

Sometimes, you’d observe Jackpot working before greeting him. The conclusion you came to? Jackpot needed help. The possibility of exploitation came to mind, but when you carefully brought it up, Jackpot vehemently denied it.

“No, Gambit is not like that. He would never do that to me.”

You met Gambit a few days later. Gambit had stopped you by the shoulder. His cold demeanor terrified you enough that you couldn’t hide the fear in your expression. How did he know?

His first words to you were about one of the suites, suggesting you should think about it. He didn’t walk off immediately; a few uncomfortable seconds had been spent in silence before you realized you could leave.

****

As it turned out, Gambit truly appeared to be a reasonable enough guy. His reputation was well-earned, and you only knew a fraction of what he was capable of. A man like him had to be powerful if he could hire assassins to handle the dirty work for him and have no one bat an eye.

There’s more to Gambit, but you hardly knew him. Jackpot was easy, it felt like you were more of a danger to him than he was to you. With Gambit, you knew you were powerless and small. Yet he never took advantage of you, and treated you with more respect than most nonhumans did outside the casino.

Eventually, you found yourself welcome even without spending money first. You didn’t get the luxury of VIP treatment, but the owner liked you enough. In rare moments, you could almost swear that he wanted more. Gambit looked at you differently than Jackpot, but you couldn’t make sense of it.

You did enjoy Gambit’s company. He scared off any patrons who would give you trouble otherwise. You’d be lying if you said he ever mistreated you. There was little warmth behind his charming smiles, but with you he felt more genuine. It was something you appreciated. He made you feel special.

****

You couldn’t remember last night. How could you forget something that happened so recently?

Upon slowly blinking awake, you froze, stiff as a board. You couldn’t move, instead forced to feel your heart race on its own, preparing itself for an attack or escape. It took a moment for you to take in the details of your surroundings: luxurious furniture and decor, even down to the mattress you slept on. You weren’t home, but where were you?

Willing yourself to move, you managed to break out of your fear-induced paralysis and glanced once more around your room.

Nothing stopped you from heading out and exploring the area. So you did, quickly finding yourself back in the casino. You were in a suite, it seemed. That made sense. Gambit had suggested it to you when you met. You hadn’t expected yourself to actually go through with it, but apparently you did.

Jackpot was quick to appear at your side. Only this time, he’s clearly upset. “I think you were right about Gambit,” he suddenly stated. The comment threw you off; what changed his mind? Jackpot’s hand gripped onto your arm, a little too tight for comfort.

“Why should he get to help you? He didn’t even let me help!” Jackpot was surprisingly sober. He never was, and you had gotten used to it. Seeing the clarity in his eyes, how different they were than usual, was jarring. He paused, gazing deep into your eyes. It only made him more distressed. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. All Gambit told me was that he handled it, but I needed to see you for myself. He made me worry the whole night. It’s not fair!”

You needed help last night? No, that wasn’t right… Did you really?

“What happened? I don’t remember anything.”

“You don’t?” Jackpot furrowed his brows in deep thought, like he’s trying to put together a puzzle with missing pieces. He sought your eyes like a lifeline, holding on to you as if you’d drift away. “I remember… Someone slipped something into your drink, and I didn’t see who did it. You passed out, but Gambit caught you before you fell. He said it made sense for him to take you to an empty suite. I begged to go with him because I…” There was a tense pause. You waited for Jackpot to finish, but the growing dread gnawing at you could not be ignored. “I don’t trust him alone with you.”

Why Jackpot would suddenly doubt Gambit eluded you. His boss had been so good to you, and he cared deeply for Jackpot as well. This felt wrong. Gambit didn’t do anything to deserve this, but Jackpot’s insistence was worth listening to.

“Really? Gambit wouldn’t do anything. He’s never seen me that way.” You weren’t eager to point fingers, but Jackpot was your first friend here. He could be eccentric at times, but you doubted it was his fault. Someone might have failed him in his life, but that was only a theory of yours. Jackpot couldn’t tell you much about his past, anyway. He wasn’t a malicious guy; you could trust him, but believing him meant accepting that there was a very real possibility that Gambit did something to you.

“You might be right.” It felt like your blood has gone cold.

Jackpot didn’t seem to be doing any better. His grip on you had not loosened since you started talking. “We can’t trust him at all,” he murmured. “He’s not my friend…”

It appeared as though Jackpot’s making this realization in the moment. Gambit clearly was his friend, but you wondered if Jackpot was denouncing him for possibly taking advantage of you, or if there was a deeper meaning that you knew too little to understand. You weren’t entirely convinced Gambit had done anything at all.

Color drained from Jackpot, staring not at you but something behind you. He released your arm, but ushered you beside him.

When you turned to look behind you, goosebumps formed on your skin in seconds.

“Are you feeling well?” Gambit’s worry was evident in his expression. He focused more on you than he did Jackpot. After all, you did get drugged last night. Gambit, in that moment, did not look like the kind of man with ill intentions for his friends at all.

“I’m… okay. I don’t have a headache or anything.” You calmed down a little after seeing Gambit be his usual polite self.

“You should be in bed,” he suggested. “You might feel side effects today. I’ll walk you back.” Gambit extended a hand; there was a clear expectation for you to take it, even if he didn’t vocalize it.

You spared a glance towards Jackpot. You couldn’t read him, and you only hoped that Gambit hadn’t heard his employee, his friend, suggest he could be capable of something as terrible as assault.

Gambit wouldn’t do anything to you, there’s no evidence to indicate otherwise. There was no soreness in your body at all, you were fine. So you took his hand, and spared Jackpot a final glance before Gambit guided you back to your suite.

****

The walk back had been mostly silent. For some strange reason, when you passed by a particular painting, you stopped. It wasn’t the painting that was important, you couldn’t care less, but it was familiar. You have passed this painting before. Last night, to be exact.

Gambit, sensing your growing panic, was quick to check up on you. “It’s okay,” he said, rubbing his thumb over your hand. A comforting gesture, perhaps. “I will help.”

He’s said that before.

****

A strange heat surged through you, just enough to make you uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Distantly, you were aware. Your fear, replaced by a desperate need once you were settled into bed. You didn’t know what happened, but you knew you needed help.

Kind, generous Gambit, thankfully, brought you to safety. The moment your body touched the sheets, you sighed blissfully. Sleep was just what you needed, but your body’s aching for something you could not mention.

You thought Gambit would leave once you’re safe, but he lingered. The bed dipped with his weight, and you opened your eyes, confused.

“How are you feeling?” He had asked, and he seemed concerned. It made something in you stir.

“Weird,” you answered. Realizing that he should probably get a better response, you forced yourself to continue. “My body is hot and uncomfortable.”

Gambit stayed silent. He stared at the ground, but when he looked your way, there was something different about him. “Sex will help.”

His blunt words stunned you for a moment. How could he mention that so casually? You were trying to avoid saying it in the first place!

“I don’t know…” You weren’t completely opposed to the idea, but would it really help? Should you even let your friend’s boss sleep with you while you’re clearly unwell?

“What you’re going through will become unbearable if you don’t let me help. It’ll get worse if I don’t.” Gambit spoke as this would be an easy decision for you, as if it was the most natural arrangement in the world.

When you didn’t seem entirely convinced, Gambit moved closer until you felt his body against yours. Even such a simple touch was enough to cause your hesitation to waver, to silence any future protests from coming out of your mouth.

“I won’t do anything if you don’t let me,” he assured, but it felt more like a threat in your delirious state. The decision was yours; Gambit was letting you decide: either face unbearable symptoms alone, or be granted a reprieve. All you had to do was offer your body. Gambit was nowhere near the worst person to sleep with. If anything, you felt like he would be doing you a huge favor rather than doing it for his own pleasure.

“Please help me.” You caved. The trepidation weighing heavily on your mind hadn’t left, but you agreed to it anyway. This was your choice.

It didn’t feel like you were in a position to refuse.

Gambit smiled, perhaps a little too wide for someone who’s supposedly only doing this for your sake.

He slotted his lips against yours so naturally, as if loving you was his purpose. So was his hand which slipped into your pants with no hesitation at all. Meanwhile you were a bundle of nerves, so incredibly nervous and ashamed but desperate for relief.

“It’s okay,” Gambit whispered, leaning in close enough where he made your heart race. “I will help.”

****

Visiting Buried Pair was second nature to you.

It’s one of the few places in the city that prioritized your safety as much as the nonhumans. You were used to being an afterthought, but here, you knew you were safe.

You grew closer with Gambit through every conversation, and the feeling was mutual. He made you, a mere human, feel special in a world where you had to worry about those around you. You even had a feeling Gambit took security more seriously after having gotten to know you.

Gambit took good care of his friends, a group which included you. Jackpot sometimes experienced panic attacks during his shifts, but Gambit always knew how to help, it seemed, because when they returned from the back, Jackpot was his cheerful self again. He could never recall what was on his mind, but Jackpot had always been the forgetful type for as long as you’ve known him. Though sometimes you had to wonder how someone could be so unaware.

Gambit had always been good to you. You couldn’t recall otherwise.

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Hello! I changed my username from cherubrum -> heketiri! My requests are also open! I've updated my blog a bit and will hopefully write something soon, but I'd like to focus on requests for now! One particular type of request I'd like to receive are interaction/rp requests. You can send me an interaction and request a yandere from any of my fandoms! I am mostly into indie yandere vns, but I might be able to write other sanders... We will see

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Harlequin #1

Yandere(?) Harlequin (The Freak Circus) x Reader

Short fic for The Freak Circus. Also hiii I finally wrote something

CW: Fem!reader, noncon, smut, drugging, cheating(?), and spoilers for The Freak Circus

"Harlequin..!" To say you were relieved would have been an understatement. While you were on the brink of unconsciousness, you'd much rather have someone you know take care of you than leave your fate in the hands of complete strangers. Harlequin used to unsettle you, a long time ago, but he grew fond of you, though he'd never admit it. You tried to understand what you meant to him, but Harlequin had a tendency to brush off the question, instead focusing entirely on teasing you.

He felt like a predator playing with its prey, but you knew better. Harlequin tensed whenever you showed any sort of care for his wellbeing, as though he had never experienced it before. You initially found it hard to believe, Harlequin could have anyone he wanted, but he never seemed to be the first choice for anyone.

As much as you wanted him to be your first choice, for him to finally have someone who cherished him wholly, your heart belonged to Pierrot.

Harlequin scooped you up, a delighted grin spread across his mask. It didn't feel right when you're currently battling sleep because Pierrot would've worried, but Harlequin didn't seem to have any concern at all.

"I think there was something in the food," you said. You let your eyes flutter closed for a few seconds before forcing them open. If Harlequin was surprised by your words, he didn't show it. He's oddly calm. You weren’t.

"You poor thing," Harlequin cooed. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"I need to see Pierrot." You tried to sound braver than you felt, but with your mind slipping away, you were beginning to panic. Your body couldn't move, and there's this awful warmth spreading throughout, all the way down to your fingertips.

Harlequin's grin faltered. Had you not known him at all, you wouldn’t have noticed. "Pierrot, yes… Go to sleep. You’ll see him when you wake.”

There was something about his expression that unnerved you. If you weren’t so concerned with yourself, you would’ve called him out for it. Eyes settled on your vulnerable form, but it wasn’t Harlequin. There’s too many. All hungry, devouring you with their gaze, as if they wanted to sink their teeth into your flesh and rip you apart.

----

It’s dark. You couldn’t see anything, save for glowing green irises. Most concerningly, your legs were spread, and you felt full. There’s breathing, yours mixed with his, and terrible, slick sounds from where the two of you met.

“Harlequin?” You knew who it was, you weren’t stupid, and you’re certain Harlequin heard the disbelief in your voice. You didn’t think he’d go this far! He’s always respected your boundaries, even if he pushed your limits at times, so why did he change now?

Whatever awful thing was inside you pulled back before drawing out a needy whine from you with its next thrust. You weren’t sure what part of Harlequin it was—it was all him. Down to whatever was restraining your wrists, moving and coiling around your limbs. You tried to pull against him, but his grip tightened. You might bruise if you make it out alive. Harlequin hummed, trailing his clawed hand along your stomach before stopping at your clit. You tensed.

“Your heart is racing. For whom, I wonder?” There was a playful lilt to Harlequin’s voice. “There’s no one here but us.”

Despite keeping you bound, you could still move your arms somewhat freely. Harlequin kept himself coiled around your limbs, yes, but he wasn’t keeping you in a particularly tight grip. You might be able to wriggle free, but you doubt he’d let you. Instead, you let your head slump against a mattress (where even were you?), and made a pathetic, miserable sound. The thought of screaming did cross your mind, but you might attract whatever freak friends he has instead. Who knows if they’d help you? Pierrot would. Your sweet, dear Pierrot. If he hasn’t come for you already, then Harlequin must’ve hid you well.

“Stop.” You writhed underneath him, making it abundantly clear you didn’t want to be touched. All that accomplished was strengthening your binds, making them more restrictive than before.

Harlequin’s claw played with your clit, causing you to suck in a breath. You tried to imagine Pierrot touching you in, but his touch was reverent in a way Harlequin’s was not. He wasn’t gentle. No, it was like he was trying to fuck himself under your skin, to become one with you in ways you were afraid to comprehend. You tried again. “I’m serious. Stop.”

Except your voice wavered, as if unsure, but you were certain. Harlequin’s touch shouldn’t feel this good; it’s oppressive in a way. You are being touched when you did not want to be, by someone you previously considered a friend. Harlequin—the charming monster who vowed to steal you from Pierrot when you were no one’s but your own. Sure, he had always been a little odd, but he wasn’t human. You thought he didn’t know any better, but now, as you lied underneath him, trembling, you doubted it.

“You don’t want me to stop. Not really.” Harlequin lowered himself until his breath fanned the skin of your neck. “I’ll leave my mark,” he hummed, grazing you with his fangs, causing goosebumps to litter your skin.

“Don’t—”

He didn’t wait for you to protest before sinking his fangs into you. You could only manage a cry, squeezing the “ropes” around your wrists to ground yourself. A horrible, wet tongue laved over the mark, lapping up any spilled blood. If he wanted to, he could have ripped a chunk out of you. You should have been grateful; Harlequin could be far worse. It wouldn’t have been the first time he did something like that.

When you squeezed him, Harlequin shuddered. “You’re playing a dangerous game, ma’am,” he purred. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself.”

You quickly loosened your grip on him, and, of course, he noticed the horror in your expression. “Don’t look at me like that… Your mouth says no, but it’s me your body wants. Forget about him; I’m all you need.” Harlequin leaned in against your neck, but he didn’t draw more blood like you expected; he kissed his mark. It felt oddly tender in a way you couldn’t understand.

The building heat in your core wasn’t helping. Harlequin lazily thrust into you, predatory eyes noting your reactions and what made you clench around him. It wasn’t long before you spasmed around his cock, letting out a drawn out mewl as you came. Harlequin was kind enough to nurse you through it, but now that you’ve cum, he seemed determined to leave his mark inside you as well.

It was starting to feel overwhelming. “Harlequin—it’s too much—” You mindlessly squeezed your binds, hoping to elicit the same reaction from earlier. Anything to speed this up. It felt like hours had passed while you’re still here, with Harlequin, against your will.

You said his name again, a pitiful moan, and Harlequin groaned, thrusting inside you as deep as possible. He grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him. You couldn’t even beg for him to pull out. Harlequin finished inside you, and you felt dazed. Ashamed. Hopeless. What would Pierrot think? Would he get himself killed while trying to kill Harlequin in your defense?

Harlequin rested his head on your chest, using his body weight to pin you down. In your exhaustion, you let him. He didn’t pull out immediately, seeming perfectly content to keep himself inside you. You could only hope that Pierrot would find you soon and save you from this nightmare.

[lambdatyr]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕤 - Introduction.

Meet Alec Zheng-Callaghan, Taupuhi.

He is, by all accounts, on top of the world. One of the lucky, successful few, with relentless effort backing up raw talent that he always makes the most out of.

A model, an international champion of figure skating, a celebrity from another country studying abroad at your university?

He's achieved so much and surely his future's even brighter than his eyes that pierce through all.

But there's more to him than what meets the eye.

✦-✦-✦-✦

"Kia Ora. How're you doing?"

To put it simply, Alec's been caught in a timeloop for so long his mindset has started to warp, taking a turn for apathy towards most deeper than any post olympic depression, gold medal syndrome could ever. This side of him is well concealed through years of practice being on TV for performances, and through countless photos of him in Teen Vogue.

He's a focused individual though, so it's not as bad as it seems. He can ignore this deep setted emptiness through study, and so he's come to learn just about anything that's caught his eye under the sun. Culture, Math, Psychology, Medicine, Criminology, Archaeology and so much more, he knows all, and makes the most of all of it.

All about this city fo far from home, all about his fellow students..

And he thought he knew all about you.

Until you act out of turn, ad-lib out of line, a glitch in the programming, or a stray piece of radiation turning a transistor's 0 to 1, forever changing the code within.

And his world of performance cracks a little, and shatters. Hope reignites with this new source of fuel that's inherently toxic, but the light's such a relief one cannot turn away from it.

Even if it means dragging you into his mess of repeated deaths and horrors beyond visage.

✦-✦-✦-✦

"You- Sorry, can you repeat that, pepi? Why do you need to meet them? They're so... Shallow."

The thing about Alec, is that he's isolated in a crowd, He's a mountain everyone can see from afar but no-one has scaled and seen the view from. He's a pole star that all see but none reach.

People see the haze, the blue of the snow, the aura of light that shines out when the sun's behind him and see how the stars rotate around him, but they don't see his nature, they don't know the quirks of terrain, the hidden springs, the grove of flowers, they don't feel his warmth or are affected by the true depth of his gravity. People approach the base, and never go any further. They spot him in the sky to guide the way when lost and never study any further. Time and again, this was his life, whether it be back home in sunny Auckland or here so far away and abroad.

And here you are, now, effectively dumped near the peak, caught in orbit like a stray asteroid -Someone here at last to see the sights, the first to make a trail, the only way is up, right?

(the only way forward is an inevitable tumble down, the only way forward is to be caught in the gravitational collapse).

To someone who knows, he can extend a hand to gingerly, extend comfort and recieve it in turn because someone's in this mess with him, together.

It got worse when this loop started, you know. A constant path of self improvement while everyone keeps repeating the same mistakes as danger rises in this city you share. When he first experienced something no-one could or should.

And now someone's roped into this mess, at risk from this mess. And by no means is Alec heartless, even if he's hard to approach. And you have not just jumped over his barriers but have downright pierced the very depths of his defences.

So don't be surprised if, when they're rebuilt, they're not only meant to keep people out,

but also keep you in.

✦-✦-✦-✦

"C'mon. I can give you the answers for this take home exam later Ipo, you know the material already. What matters now is us."

Once the attachment starts with Alec, it spirals rapidly., as he takes his time to help, and indulge in this new sight - this break from the endless boredom between dire straits of survival - that is someone who knows and needs him.

And to be needed makes him feel like he's on cloud nine. Alec is a wanted individual yes, gorgeous both on and off camera, mid performance and on the street, but being wanted only lasts for so long.

Being needed can be eternal.

Time and again, he'll save you - from people with bad intentions, from accidents, from incidents.

some you aren't even aware of until the deed is done and that person you were talking to aboutrooming with has transferred universities. Supposedly, she was notorious for never paying her part of the rent- but nothing like that came up when you were looking into the details of things.

You just have to take Alec's word for it, as he becomes your gym partner upon heavy insistence, as he invites you everywhere from the cinema where he doesn't watch the show to even abroad for some of his competitions to places with such foreign languages you wouldn't even know where to begin in asking for help getting around if he wasn't there, speaking like a local.

✦-✦-✦-✦

"...Never again, Tahu. This will never happen again."

Things turn from concerning to dangerous when you get hurt.

He can die, sure, the world resets when he does, with the only scar being memory and pinprick emblems - decorative pins - of the cause laid on display in his apartment, a treasure trove of hazard symbols, weapons, vehicles, chemicals and people that burns itself into your mind every time you stop by.

But you? He's not taking such a risk during these endeavours. He's got tunnelvision you see, he's fine, he can just learn it all away.

he's fine, he'll say, over and over again, patching up an injury he knew was possible, was avoidable. Something changed that day, aside from how an injury changes the colouration of skin.

for instance, how those tropical cyan eyes have taken a touch for the arctic when landing on anyone that dares to deign to interact with you, crystals harder than any diamond and colder than a blizzard, spare when it's just the two of you.

"I'm so lucky to have you by my side, you know? You're better than any medal... reinga, e hiahia ana ahau kia noho koe ki toku taha mo ake tonu atu. ahakoa te aha."

and even then, when they're warm, they're blisteringly so, copper fire far too passionate even in an idle conversation after gym, a post workout drink between the two of you as the exhaustion of the effort put in takes ahold in a... foreign way.

"You alright, Taupuhi? You did go extra hard on the weights after the treadmill... How about you stay here for a bit longer?"

Normally, you can walk back, slowly but surely. Sometimes he's joined you on these walks, gliding along just fine, like the limits of the human body just don't apply to him. Those moments make you ponder how awful it would be on the recieving end of even just self defence, like every time he's arrived with a dark stain on those blue gloves of his that smell metallic. Some stalker of his, he's said before, or a criminal looking for a quick buck.

"…𝘬𝘦𝘪 𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘩𝘪. 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪."

Either way, they didn't know better, just like you now, limbs not pleading no more but instead are entirely silent, like the signals of the brain just never reached them.

"It's fine, Taupuhi. Shh-shshsh- Rest, don't worry, I'm here for you, Ae? Always have been, always will."

those signals not landing their mark fire out in all directions of panic, a blossom of fear as everything else shuts down, his smooth hands holding yours don't provide any warmth as he'll kiss your forehead like a lover, pretending he's not a plain faced liar as your eyes are forced shut.

"Moe mai ra e te aroha. Kare he mea e mamae ano i a koe."

Of all the languages Alec speaks, Maori has always made him sound the most... tender, soft. Personal, one of two languages he didn't teach himself but was taught.

Hearing it now feels like being smothered by a pillow, his hold a choking embrace that makes the coming unconsciousness feel like a mercy.

✦-✦-✦-✦

"...Ka noho koe ki ahau?"

He'll ask when you're bound to him in this apartment, unable to leave, for 'your own sake.'

if you escape, the world will reset, and you'll wake up in that same bed again.

From a partner to protected, he was caught a slow destruction of his ego before you.

Now rebirthed, revived in his passions, he seeks a way out.

That way he can truly bring you to a place that's properly home.

Aotearoa's waiting. A beautiful place where you'll be able to see him even when he's away, with beautiful sights to match your beauty, in one of the most isolated land masses in the world.

"Ka koe." He'll say, brushing your cheek. "I muri i nga mea kua pa ki a tatou, kaore koe e whakarere i ahau."

You scaled a mountain without preparation, and you paid the price for it.

You entered a star's orbit from an impossible chance,

and it won't ever let you go.

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[heketiri]

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I tend to write for gender neutral or fem readers by default, so if you want me to write a masc reader please let me know!

I WILL write

Yandere, reader inserts, noncon/dubcon, horror, NSFW, murder, suicide, abuse, harm to reader, and fem/masc/nonbinary readers.

I will NOT write

Age play, bathroom kinks, gore/torture to reader (other characters are fine), vore, incest, stepcest, and underage characters.

Boundaries

NSFW requests are fine with me!

DMs are fine! I like being able to interact with people one on one and make hcs together!

Fandoms & characters I write

14 Days With You

Ren

[REDACTED]

Big Bad Dogs

Fem!reader only for this fandom

Amelia (not as confident)

Biker Boy

Lane

Courtin' Cowboys

Dijon

Jak

Will Curtis

The Freak Circus

Pierrot

Harlequin

Under Your Skin

Veiss

Obey Me

Asmodeus

Beelzebub