Hello there!~ My name is Spiders and I'm 22 years old. I usually write for characters that interests me! Also a lot of yandere stuff will happen here :) English isn't my main language so please don't judge!!
Yandere young Robert Baratheon x fem! chubby reader headcanons~
Notes: Finally, I write something about Bobby B. The way he talked about Bessie, convinced me enough to write this. (not me quoting his iconic lines everyday-)
Trigger Warnings: Yandere themes, we're talking about Bobby B a objectification is going to happen, obsessive behaviour, abuse, Nsfw, toxic asf
I can imagine that you would meet Robert at a tournament. You're sitting next to other beautiful ladies from diffrent houses. But unlike them, you weren't slim, let alone petite. Your curvy figure stood out, and even though you wore a flowy dress that made you look even heavier than you actually were, it didn't help much. After all, you could sense their judging glances from far away. It wasn't the first time others had reacted that way toward you. Others, on the other hand, seemed friendly at first, but it didn't take all too long to realize they just wanted to sleep with you.
You were in a marriageable age, but you still had no luck with mens, let alone with love. Your father didn’t want to send you to an old lord either. Even though that would probably have been your only hope, you were grateful that he turned this offer down. “My daughter deserves a permissible man their age." he always said.
And so there you are, sitting in the crowd, waiting for the melee to start. As the Baratheon steps on the field, with his warhammer in his right hand, the crowd began to go wild. He was huge compared to all the other knights and lords. His dark hair made him seem almost untouchable, and above all, his striking dark blue eyes stood out. Many ladies clapped and screamed, with hope to catch his attention for a second. Somewhat surprised by this behavior, you decided to hold back and just enjoy the upcoming fight instead.
Roberts sharp eyes dart through the crowd, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being adored like this. But his gaze stopped abruptly when he noticed you. You were sitting there alone and seemed unremarkable—almost invisible. Yet the lord couldn’t take his eyes off you. Unlike the others, you had larger tits, something he noticed immediately. As he strides toward the women to ask for their blessing, he comes right up to you. He holds out his hammer, his loud, booming laughter instantly silences the crowd. “I hope I’ll receive your blessing too, Mylady.”
For a moment, you couldn't believe what was happening. Was it a dream or a nightmare? Was he perhaps making fun of you? But when you looked into his intense almost greedy eyes, you knew it wasn't a joke. You quickly nodded, managing only a hurried “Of course, Mylord.” out.
Robert didn't just fight in these tournament for fun or for alcohol no, he wanted to get your attention. And he would only recieve it if he wins. He fights like a barbarian, and none of his opponents were even remotely as strong, let alone powerful enough to stand a chance against him. For him you were a beautiful (h/c) haired godess, sent from the gods. And so, on this special day, he crowned you queen of love and beauty. Something that neither you nor the other participants expected.
From that day on, the lord wanted to know everything about you. Once Robert had set his sights on someone, it was hard—almost impossible—to get rid of him. After all, you were constantly on his mind. He would start a war and conquer the Seven Kingdoms just to have you by his side.
One day he would show up at your castle and demand that your father hand you over. Behind him stood an army of men ready to reduce everything to ashes. Your father wasn’t stupid, he knew he couldn’t win a war on that scale. Especially not against Robert Baratheon. Besides, House Baratheon was a great house, which is why it was easy for him to say yes. If this happened against your will, simply, nobody would care. You belong to Robert, and soon you would become his wife, whether you wanted it or not. It doesn't matter.
I think there a two possible ways how he might treat you. Either he would spoil you and give you everything you’ve ever wished for. As long as you submit to him and do what he says, he'll treat you like a queen. Robert adores your body from head to toe and would brag about you to anyone and everyone. Not even Ned is spared.
However, if you stand up to him and fight back, he wouldn't treat you well. As the saying goes "If you act like a whore, I"ll treat you like one." He’d even hit you if you made him angry. And let me tell you, that happens very quickly, especially when he’s been drinking. Plus, he’d put you down and constantly insult you. “Do you think anyone else would love you? Be grateful that you have me, no one else would fuck you ” Your his wife and you better start to act like it.
Escaping is nearly impossible. Even though Robert is often away, he has guards everywhere to keep an eye on you. But if you somehow managed to slip away, he would immediately start a war to find you. And may the gods have mercy on you if you’re with another lord. Let's just say the Lord wouldn't last long. Not if the warhammer crashes down on his head-.
But he wouldn't lock you up, though he didn't need to. His authority alone was enough to make it clear to you who's in charge. And even if you're rebellious and continue to defy him, he'll be able to discipline you.
However, he is a very possessive and jealous man. If anyone stares at you for even a second too long, he gets angry. No other man has the right to stare at you the way he does. His pure fury rains down on anyone who dares to take you away from him. It takes a lot of mens to stop him, and even that is almost impossible. When it comes to you, he knows no mercy.
If someone in his right mind dared to speak bad of you or make fun of your figure, by the gods, this would be a death sentence. He protects the shit out of you, and if anyone ever dared to make you feel sad, he would lose his temper. This man is a ticking time bomb. One minute he's laughing and drinking his wine, and the next one he's smashing someone's jaw.
I also can imagine that Robert has a lot of perverted intentions toward you. I don't think it's any secret that he has a thing for women, especially those who are on the heavier side. All he wants to do is rest his head on your breasts and grope your ass. Was that too much to ask for?
When I say he loves your body, that’s actually an understatement. Especially if you have wide hips and thick thighs. Be prepared for this man to touch you everywhere, especially your tummy. He doesn’t care whether you’re in public or in bed together. I assume that he often slaps your butt, even if you tell him it’s embarrassing, he just starts laughing. Robert will make so many inappropriate, perverted jokes about you and your body. He doesn't care if anoyone hears is or not. "Thank the gods for (Y/n) and her tits. I don't know what to do without them."
Nevertheless, he demands you to give him a heir. After all this was your duty as his wife. Be prepared for him to stumble into your bed every night, drunk, just to get you pregnant. Also, this guy is constantly horny, and you're only making it worse. It works in his favor if you get pregnant fast, maybe then you would finally accept that you belonged to him forever.
I think that even if he loves you and wants no one else but you on his side, he still wouldn’t be loyal to you. This leads to more heated arguments that usually end with you getting a slap on your cheeks. But don’t you dare talk to a man for too long. Even if you scream that in his face, he won’t listen and simply don't care. Just learn to be obedient, and you’ll have the best life someone can dream of. Well, that is, if you can turn a blind eye on his drinking habits and whoring around. But you have no other choice, because you won’t be able to get away from him. He’ll make sure of that.
Yandere young Robert Baratheon x fem! chubby reader headcanons~
Notes: Finally, I write something about Bobby B. The way he talked about Bessie, convinced me enough to write this. (not me quoting his iconic lines everyday-)
Trigger Warnings: Yandere themes, we're talking about Bobby B a objectification is going to happen, obsessive behaviour, abuse, Nsfw, toxic asf
I can imagine that you would meet Robert at a tournament. You're sitting next to other beautiful ladies from diffrent houses. But unlike them, you weren't slim, let alone petite. Your curvy figure stood out, and even though you wore a flowy dress that made you look even heavier than you actually were, it didn't help much. After all, you could sense their judging glances from far away. It wasn't the first time others had reacted that way toward you. Others, on the other hand, seemed friendly at first, but it didn't take all too long to realize they just wanted to sleep with you.
You were in a marriageable age, but you still had no luck with mens, let alone with love. Your father didn’t want to send you to an old lord either. Even though that would probably have been your only hope, you were grateful that he turned this offer down. “My daughter deserves a permissible man their age." he always said.
And so there you are, sitting in the crowd, waiting for the melee to start. As the Baratheon steps on the field, with his warhammer in his right hand, the crowd began to go wild. He was huge compared to all the other knights and lords. His dark hair made him seem almost untouchable, and above all, his striking dark blue eyes stood out. Many ladies clapped and screamed, with hope to catch his attention for a second. Somewhat surprised by this behavior, you decided to hold back and just enjoy the upcoming fight instead.
Roberts sharp eyes dart through the crowd, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being adored like this. But his gaze stopped abruptly when he noticed you. You were sitting there alone and seemed unremarkable—almost invisible. Yet the lord couldn’t take his eyes off you. Unlike the others, you had larger tits, something he noticed immediately. As he strides toward the women to ask for their blessing, he comes right up to you. He holds out his hammer, his loud, booming laughter instantly silences the crowd. “I hope I’ll receive your blessing too, Mylady.”
For a moment, you couldn't believe what was happening. Was it a dream or a nightmare? Was he perhaps making fun of you? But when you looked into his intense almost greedy eyes, you knew it wasn't a joke. You quickly nodded, managing only a hurried “Of course, Mylord.” out.
Robert didn't just fight in these tournament for fun or for alcohol no, he wanted to get your attention. And he would only recieve it if he wins. He fights like a barbarian, and none of his opponents were even remotely as strong, let alone powerful enough to stand a chance against him. For him you were a beautiful (h/c) haired godess, sent from the gods. And so, on this special day, he crowned you queen of love and beauty. Something that neither you nor the other participants expected.
From that day on, the lord wanted to know everything about you. Once Robert had set his sights on someone, it was hard—almost impossible—to get rid of him. After all, you were constantly on his mind. He would start a war and conquer the Seven Kingdoms just to have you by his side.
One day he would show up at your castle and demand that your father hand you over. Behind him stood an army of men ready to reduce everything to ashes. Your father wasn’t stupid, he knew he couldn’t win a war on that scale. Especially not against Robert Baratheon. Besides, House Baratheon was a great house, which is why it was easy for him to say yes. If this happened against your will, simply, nobody would care. You belong to Robert, and soon you would become his wife, whether you wanted it or not. It doesn't matter.
I think there a two possible ways how he might treat you. Either he would spoil you and give you everything you’ve ever wished for. As long as you submit to him and do what he says, he'll treat you like a queen. Robert adores your body from head to toe and would brag about you to anyone and everyone. Not even Ned is spared.
However, if you stand up to him and fight back, he wouldn't treat you well. As the saying goes "If you act like a whore, I"ll treat you like one." He’d even hit you if you made him angry. And let me tell you, that happens very quickly, especially when he’s been drinking. Plus, he’d put you down and constantly insult you. “Do you think anyone else would love you? Be grateful that you have me, no one else would fuck you ” Your his wife and you better start to act like it.
Escaping is nearly impossible. Even though Robert is often away, he has guards everywhere to keep an eye on you. But if you somehow managed to slip away, he would immediately start a war to find you. And may the gods have mercy on you if you’re with another lord. Let's just say the Lord wouldn't last long. Not if the warhammer crashes down on his head-.
But he wouldn't lock you up, though he didn't need to. His authority alone was enough to make it clear to you who's in charge. And even if you're rebellious and continue to defy him, he'll be able to discipline you.
However, he is a very possessive and jealous man. If anyone stares at you for even a second too long, he gets angry. No other man has the right to stare at you the way he does. His pure fury rains down on anyone who dares to take you away from him. It takes a lot of mens to stop him, and even that is almost impossible. When it comes to you, he knows no mercy.
If someone in his right mind dared to speak bad of you or make fun of your figure, by the gods, this would be a death sentence. He protects the shit out of you, and if anyone ever dared to make you feel sad, he would lose his temper. This man is a ticking time bomb. One minute he's laughing and drinking his wine, and the next one he's smashing someone's jaw.
I also can imagine that Robert has a lot of perverted intentions toward you. I don't think it's any secret that he has a thing for women, especially those who are on the heavier side. All he wants to do is rest his head on your breasts and grope your ass. Was that too much to ask for?
When I say he loves your body, that’s actually an understatement. Especially if you have wide hips and thick thighs. Be prepared for this man to touch you everywhere, especially your tummy. He doesn’t care whether you’re in public or in bed together. I assume that he often slaps your butt, even if you tell him it’s embarrassing, he just starts laughing. Robert will make so many inappropriate, perverted jokes about you and your body. He doesn't care if anoyone hears is or not. "Thank the gods for (Y/n) and her tits. I don't know what to do without them."
Nevertheless, he demands you to give him a heir. After all this was your duty as his wife. Be prepared for him to stumble into your bed every night, drunk, just to get you pregnant. Also, this guy is constantly horny, and you're only making it worse. It works in his favor if you get pregnant fast, maybe then you would finally accept that you belonged to him forever.
I think that even if he loves you and wants no one else but you on his side, he still wouldn’t be loyal to you. This leads to more heated arguments that usually end with you getting a slap on your cheeks. But don’t you dare talk to a man for too long. Even if you scream that in his face, he won’t listen and simply don't care. Just learn to be obedient, and you’ll have the best life someone can dream of. Well, that is, if you can turn a blind eye on his drinking habits and whoring around. But you have no other choice, because you won’t be able to get away from him. He’ll make sure of that.
Notes: Omg a Warhammer x Game of Thrones fanfiction? A fem! Targaryen reader? Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but I've had this idea for a while now, and I wanted to write something special for my 200 followers! <3 Thanks for supporting me and reading my fanfiction. You are the best!
So, this is a small prologue, and there will be several parts coming out! You can decide who you'd rather have as the Yandere Primarch. ;) And a huge thank you and shoutout to @baldieboi !!
The scent of the sweet yet salty sea runs through the air. A gentle breeze ruffles your (h/c) hair as your gaze turns to the calm yet dangerous sea. The loud soundscape of the warriors and people shattered that almost breathtaking view. But you weren’t angry—no, how could you? After all, they were your loyal warriors who went into war for you. They were like the children you never had. Children who will help you claim the throne you were promised. It was only a matter of time. Time that you didn't have anylonger.
But you couldn't ignore those poor souls who were imprisoned and enslaved. They long for freedom, and you certainly wouldn't stand by and watch them be murdered. After all, you're a Targaryen, and no one would get away with that unpunished. Lost in your thoughts, you don't even notice how your other children are flying happily through the air. Their wings were bigger than a battleship. Their gleaming scales sparkle in the sunlight—another magical sight.
Even though the three of them were just playing, you could feel the intense heat from their fire breath. They, too, were ready for war—a war you need to win no matter what. This planet longs for its rightful queen, not for the bastards and traitors who have turned their backs on your family. Just as you were lost in thought again, you were jolted out of your reverie by a cheerful yet somber voice. “My lady, the mercenaries have returned, but they bring no good news.” You let out a sight, a small smile plays on your lips.
“I see. I didn’t expect anything else."
“Have you perhaps considered, Mylady that we shouldn’t stay here any longer?” The man rubs his two sweaty hands together, his gaze fixed on the dragon. “I mean, this isn't your home, and those people—”
Your (e/c) eyes darken as you send your advisor a malicious glance. “These people deserve freedom and a better life. What kind of queen would ever allow her people to suffer like this?!”
"Of course Mylady! I'm a fool and I hope you can forgive me.” He immediately bows down. “It's all right. I'll find a solution that doesn't end in fire and blood.”
Your advisor simply nods as he slowly walks away from you. Your eyes are still gazing up at the blue sky. You didn’t know what to do. You’ve never really been to war, and even if the war starts soon, you don’t want to hurt anyone innocent. But that would be almost impossible. Why did it all have to be so complicated?! You spend another moment on the summit, watching the sun slowly but surely set down. Many warriors have already gone to sleep, only those on watch are still awake. “My lady, you should go to sleep as well.” , “I will… soon,” you whisper. Deep down, you wish your dream would finally come true and you could get your kingdom back. Maybe—just maybe—someone would listen to you.
You move slowly through your army’s vast camp, accompanied by two bodyguards who never take their eyes off you. The sun had set long ago, and the darkness of night is falling. You can’t help but yawn as you enter your enormous tent. Your maids are already waiting there, they help you out of your beautiful silk gown and dress you in a white nightgown. “You look absolutely stunning, my Queen,” one of them softly says. “No wonder the Targaryens are called gods." says another. “Thank you.” You smile as you nod to let them know they can go.
"Look at that...what a cute little thing we got here."
You climb into your big princess bed, which is covered with several blankets and quilts. There, you slowly close your eyes. As you drift off into your sweet dreams, you realize that the beauty you once knew is shattering. Instead, you sense a cruel, almost terrifying presence. Something—no, not something a being—so frightening that you can’t even put it into words stands before you. Loud, malicious laughter erupts all around you, and you find yourself slowly but surely having to fight your fear.
Maybe you should been more careful about what you wished for.
They would be there in the morning. They were always there in the morning. They were four of the most dangerous men of the Sons of Horus and they had decided collectively with full commitment that you were theirs.
The first time you noticed something was off you told yourself you were imagining it.
It was small. Loken had walked you back to your quarters after a late briefing which was normal enough, he was polite like that, always the gentlest one. But then you'd mentioned offhand that you were thinking of requesting a transfer to a different fleet vessel, just for a change of pace and something in his face had gone very, very still.
"Why would you want to do that" he said. Not a question. Just four words, flat and quiet and his eyes didn't move off your face at all.
You laughed it off. He laughed it off too a moment later and it was fine.
You didn't put in the transfer request.
The Mournival was not supposed to have favorites. They were the Warmaster's counsel, his four sons in spirit if not in blood, the blunt instrument of his internal politics. They argued, they advised, they kept each other honest. That was the point of them.
You were a remembrancer. Technically. You'd been embedded with the 63rd Expedition for long enough that the distinction had gotten blurry. You knew the Sons of Horus better than most of the Legion's own serfs did. You'd eaten meals with them. You'd sat in on arguments that should have gotten you killed just for witnessing.
You understood in retrospect by now that was probably where the problem started.
Aximand was the subtle one.
He never said anything outright. He'd just appear reliably whenever you were somewhere you probably shouldn't have been or whenever someone else was talking to you for too long. He had this way of inserting himself into a conversation that felt completely natural until you thought about it afterward and realized he'd redirected the entire thing without anyone noticing. Including you.
You'd been getting friendly with one of the iterators, a perfectly nice man named Castor who had interesting opinions about Terran philosophy and very kind eyes. Three conversations in Aximand had joined the third one and somehow by the end of it Castor had volunteered himself for a particularly demanding documentation assignment on a different ship.
When you mentioned to Aximand that you hadn't seen Castor lately he shrugged with complete serenity.
"He seemed ambitious" he said. "I helped him find an opportunity."
You believed him. You don't know why you believed him. You think about that a lot now.
Torgaddon was the one who made it hardest to be scared.
He was funny. Genuinely funny and he'd clearly figured out early on that making you laugh was the fastest route to making you comfortable and he used that knowledge the way a surgeon uses a blade.
He'd started finding reasons to be wherever you were working. Just sitting nearby and not bothering you, sometimes reading, sometimes just existing in your peripheral vision like a very large and heavily armored piece of furniture. When you pointed this out he grinned like you'd said something delightful.
"You're the most interesting person on this ship" he said. "The others are all the same, I've known them for decades, they're boring. You're new."
"I've been here for three years" you said.
"Still newer than decades" he said and reached over and stole a piece of your food like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But you'd seen him once when he didn't know you were watching. You'd come around a corner and he was speaking quietly to two junior remembrancers who'd recently asked to spend time with you for a collaborative project. Whatever he was saying they looked uncomfortable. One of them had nodded quickly, the way you nod when you want a conversation to be over.
The project got quietly shelved. Neither of them would quite meet your eyes after that.
The one you should have been most afraid of was Abaddon and to your credit some part of you always knew it.
He was the most honest about it in his way. Abaddon didn't bother with subtlety because he didn't see the need for it. He operated on the assumption that what he wanted was simply what would happen and he looked at you with this calm, total attention that made your skin feel too small.
"You're going to stay" he told you once completely unprompted while you were reviewing some footage from a compliance action.
You looked up. "What?"
"With the expedition. You're going to stay." He said it the same way he'd say the sun rises in the east. "I've been thinking about it. The others have been thinking about it. You belong here."
"I don't think that's really your decision" you said carefully.
He looked at you for a long moment. There was nothing threatening in his expression. There was nothing in his expression at all actually which was somehow worse.
"No" he agreed and went back to what he was doing.
You had the very strong and very irrational feeling that the matter was, in his mind, closed.
The thing was that they were kind to you. That was the part that kept you off balance, kept you second guessing your own instincts. They were attentive and generous and protective in ways that felt good, felt safe right up until the moment you bumped up against the edges of what they would allow and then it got cold very fast.
You'd asked once directly and looking at all four of them because some perverse instinct told you that was safer than asking alone, whether they'd been interfering with your communications. Just your communications. Just to see.
The silence lasted about three seconds.
"Define interfering" Torgaddon said pleasantly.
"Why would we do that" said Aximand.
"Your communications are your own" said Loken and he sounded like he meant it and his eyes were steady and sincere and gave you absolutely nothing.
Abaddon didn't say anything at all. He was looking at you the way you might look at something you own.
You said never mind. You laughed a little. You let it go.
What else were you going to do? Where were you going to go?
That was the thing they understood, the thing that sat at the bottom of all of it like a stone. They were the Mournival. They were four of the most dangerous men of the Sons of Horus and they had decided collectively with full commitment that you were theirs.
You were very far from home.
And they were very, very patient.
The last thing Loken said to you that night while walking you back to your quarters again was quiet and almost gentle.
"You seem worried lately" he said. "You should tell us if something's wrong. We'd want to know."
"I'm fine" you said.
He smiled. It was a warm smile, a genuine one and that was the most unsettling thing about Loken that he could mean it completely and still be what he was.
"Good" he said. "That's good. We'd hate for anything to upset you."
He waited until you were inside with the door closed before he left.
You stood in the dark for a while and thought about the transfer request you'd never filed and the iterator with the kind eyes who'd gone somewhere else and the way Abaddon had said you belong here like it was geography.
They would be there in the morning. They were always there in the morning.
Then you got into bed because there was nothing else to do.
Note: Remember this poll? Well, took a while to finish it because life and work kept me busy but... a promise is a promise. So, here it is.
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Warning: This story is designed to be disturbing, and it IS disturbing. I think. Read with caution. If you can't handle such stuff, please, don't read it. I am serious. You have been warned. But also, Slaneesh kinda approves of it. ☿ (imagine this is a slaneeshi symbol, couldn't find better)
You knew your life was over the moment you were caught. You just didn’t know how it would end.
The mission was a fool’s errand from the beginning and you knew it. Your objective was to slip into the depths of a Chaos-infested hive as a loyalist spy, snatching scraps of intel on some blasphemous rituals. Despite everything you tried, for him.
Nothing went well from the start. For a while, everything seemed to be normal... as much as anything involving Chaos can be normal. But then you were caught. It was as if they knew from the beginning you were there and played with you.
The air reeked of rotting flesh and something sweeter, reminding you of... sin. Now you’re splayed out on a profane altar, wrists and ankles shackled in rusted chains that grind into your flesh, the cold stone beneath you etched with Slaaneshi runes and it's slick with old blood and other vile things you didn't want to think about. Your heart thundersbut you lift your chin as much as the restraints allow. You won’t break. Not for these abominations.
Lucius the Eternal looms before you, his power armor a living horror of fused souls, screaming faces spread across the ceramite, their eyes rolling in eternal agony and their mouths gaping in silent howls that sometimes twitch with faint, gurgling pleas. His face seemed to be sculpted perfection marred by a web of faint scars from ecstasies and duels. It was both perfect and absolutely wrong at the same time.
His eyes gleam with predatory lust as his gaze sweeps across your body. His presence radiates excess, a walking desecration that makes your skin crawl.
Beside him stands Erebus, his eyes smoldering with a fanatic’s unholy fire, his armor etched with runes. He exudes a crushing aura of false piety as if every breath is a sermon to the Dark Gods. His gaze seemed to devour you with a reverence that’s somehow worse than hate, a hunger to corrupt, to offer your soul on Slaanesh’s profane altar.
“You’re a defiant little heretic in waiting” Lucius purrs. He steps closer, the faces on his armor seeming to strain toward you, their trapped souls whispering faint, broken begs for release. “A loyalist cunt, creeping through our sacred halls like a rat in the Emperor’s corpse shadow. Did you pray to your rotting god for salvation?”
You hawk and spit toward him, the glob landing with a wet splat on the altar’s edge. “The Emperor protects. You’re just traitorous filth, destined for oblivion.”
Erebus' laugh is a low rumble. “The False Emperor is a decaying lie. You are the offering, the flesh-vessel for Slaanesh’s divine ecstasy. Your purity will be profaned, your soul anointed in rapture and ruin upon this holy slab.” His words drip with zeal, turning violation into twisted sacrament and that chills you deeper than the chains.
Lucius crouches at the altar’s side, his hand seizing your chin, nails piercing skin just enough to draw a little of blood that drip onto the stone and absorbed by the runes with a faint hiss. The touch sends a vile spark through you, cold yet igniting unwelcome heat as if your body already senses the betrayal. “Such delicious fire. I can smell your fear and your hidden wetness. Let’s extinguish that Imperial spark.”
You snarl and wrench your head but Erebus is at your other side, his wicked dagger presses cold against your nape. He shreds your tunic and fatigues with precise cuts, the blade cutting flesh deliberately, shallow lines weeping crimson that pool beneath you on the altar. The rags are cast aside exposing your unmarked skin and your nipples hardening against your will.
“Behold the untouched canvas upon the altar of excess” Lucius murmurs, his eyes feasting, his unnaturally long tongue darting out to taste the air like a serpent. “A virgin slut for Slaanesh. The Prince will devour your innocence whole.” He licks his lips, saliva gleaming on his tongue and a faint drool strings down on it.
Erebus leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. “Defiance is the prelude to holy submission. It flavors the desecration, makes the yielding a transcendent blasphemy upon this consecrated stone.” His palm cracks across your ass, the blow resounding like a whip against the altar and your skin blooming red and throbbing. You yelp, the sting radiating but what's worse is the involuntary clench between your thighs, a traitorous warmth building as the chains rattle.
Lucius claps sharply, the sound jarring the armor-faces into brief, muffled wails. Then a wet, slithering noise erupts as tentacles uncoil from hidden seams in his armor, black and veined, smooth as flayed muscle and each of them glisten with slime. They writhe like living cocks, tips weeping a fluid that smells of corrupt nectar. One lashes out, coiling your thigh, the touch slick and invasive and wrong. “They’re extensions of my perfection” Lucius coos, his voice dripping malice. “And they crave your holes.”
“Get that abomination off me” you hiss, thrashing against the altar’s chains but the tentacle tightens, making your trashing more desperate but futile. Another slithers between your spread legs, probing your virgin folds, the slime coating you like profane lube, making you slick against your will.
Erebus' dagger dances down your chest, carving shallow symbols that burn like acid, blood trickling down across the altar’s grooves and feeding the runes on it. “You bleed for the Dark Prince’s glory upon his throne of flesh” he whispers solemnly, dipping fingers into the crimson flow and smearing it across your breasts, circling your nipples like anointing oil. The faces on Lucius' armor moan faintly as if feeding on your pain.
The probing tentacle rips your undergarments off and exposes your cunt. Before you can even process it, the tentacle thrusts in, thick and unyielding, stretching your virgin walls with a searing burn and it curls to grind against sensitive spots. Your vision blurs as pain and wrongness spreads through you.
You gasp and your body arches against the chains, the intrusion filling you obscenely, slime mixing with your forced wetness as the altar drinks the overflow. “No—!” you choke, tears stinging but Lucius spits a thick glob onto your face, hot and sticky, smearing it into your mouth with his thumb, forcing you to taste his saliva.
Erebus spanks you again. “Every defiance is a prayer unanswered by your corpse-god.” His dagger slices your thigh deeper, blood gushing onto the stone and he kneels at the altar’s edge to lap it up, tongue delving into the wound like a lover’s kiss, sucking with reverent fervor. The sight of his face buried in your bleeding flesh twists your stomach but as the tentacle fucks you harder it makes your cunt clench shamefully.
Lucius leans over the altar, his tongue flicking out to trace your tear-streaked cheek and then invades your eye socket. It feels wet, warm, perverse as he licks the orb itself, savoring the salt and terror. “Your tears are ambrosia” he whispers, the armor-faces echoing with ghostly sobs. Another tentacle joins the first in your cunt and both writhing and thrusting into you, stretching your walls to tearing and pulling screams from you as blood mixes with slime and arousal, pooling beneath you.
A cracked mirror is dragged over by another tentacle, positioned above the altar to force your gaze on the horror: your chained body, splayed and trembling on the rune-etched stone, cunt stuffed with two black, pulsing tentacles, sliding in and out, ridges bulging your abdomen slightly, blood and fluids dripping into the altar. The sight breaks something in you, humiliation flooding as Erebus' fingers find your clit, rubbing it with precision. “Witness your sacred debasement upon the Prince’s altar” he murmurs like quoting scripture.
But it does not end here. Lucius grabs a vial of shimmering violet... something from somewhere, tipping it onto his tongue before crushing his mouth to yours in a brutal kiss and his tongue shoves the burning liquid down your throat. It ignites like warp-fire, nerves screaming alive, every sensation magnified tenfold: the tentacles feel like living flames, your cunt a throbbing void of pain-pleasure. Hallucinations creep in about daemonic whispers urging you to submit, visions of the Emperor as a rotting husk laughing at your fall and the altar seems to breathe beneath you.
Erebus gags you with a blood-soaked rag from a previous victim, the coppery taste choking you as it’s tied around your head. “Silence for the profane liturgy upon this holy edifice.” He pierces your nipple with a barbed needle, slow and agonizing, threading a rusted ring through, the pain exploding through the drug-haze. Blood sprays onto the altarand he suckles it like a nursling, whispering prayers to Slaanesh. Another piercing follows, this time your clit, the needle punching through sensitive flesh, making you convulse and your piss leaks in terror as the ring clicks in, heavy and tugging, the altar absorbing the shameful fluid.
Lucius' tentacles withdraw with a wet suck, leaving your cunt gaping, ruined. Erebus takes their place, pulling you down on the altar, chains biting into your flesh and drawing out more blood.
Erebus' cock is monstrous, veined with warp-taint, dripping pre-cum like acid and slams into your pussy alongside a returning tentacle. The stretch rips screams from you that are muffled by the gag. His pre-cum burns you from the inside, the drug making it a shameful, painful ecstasy.
“You are the altar of excess” Erebus chants, thrusting with ritualistic force, his bites tearing chunks from your shoulder, chewing the flesh before spitting it back onto your wounds, the chewed meat smeared across the stone.
Lucius circles the altar, spitting on you before taking his place at your ass. Despite how little space he seems to have for it, he easily manages to do it. Not that you have any sense to question it when pain and forced pleasure are overwhelming your mind.
He rams his pierced cock into your ass, the metal barbs scraping your anal walls raw, blood lubricating the brutal fuck. The ritual is complete with Erebus and tentacle in your overstretched cunt, Lucius in your ass, all pounding in chaotic sync, your chained body a ragdoll upon the slab. He pisses inside you mid-thrust, the hot stream filling your bowels, humiliating overflow leaking out onto the altar, mixing with blood. “Drink it in, slut” he growls as his tentacle invades your mouth past the gag, forcing slime down your throat, making you gag and retch and vomit trickling down your chin.
The mirror above captures the depravity: your pierced, bloodied body impaled on cock and tentacle, piss and cum and blood dripping into the runes, Erebus chanting blasphemies.
“The Emperor weeps as you cum for Chaos upon his false throne.”
And during it Lucius licks your eyeball again, sucking lightly on the orb like fruit. Forced orgasms rip through you, cunt and ass spasming, their seed flooding hot and thick mixing with blood and urine, your virgin purity desecrated into a sopping mess on the altar.
They switch, both cocks now in your cunt, veined lengths grinding together inside you, barbs and warp-veins scraping your womb. Lucius bites your tongue through the gag, drawing blood while Erebus forces your chained hand to carve a Slaaneshi rune into your own thigh with his dagger, your screams a hymn to their god as the altar glows with absorbed essence. Another round in ass and cunt, seeds spilling, your mind fracturing under the drug-induced visions of eternal torment-pleasure.
They laugh, Erebus anointing you with a final blood-rite, carving prayers into your flesh that seep into the altar while Lucius' tentacles wrap your throat, choking you to the brink as they fill you one last time. You stay, a drooling, pierced Slaaneshi whore, craving the abyss, worshipping their cocks as your new emperors upon the defiled slab.
The hololith flickers to life on your adoptive father, an Inquisitor's desk in the shadows of the Imperium. He expects a distress signal. Instead what he sees fills him with horror: you, naked and ruined on a Slaaneshi altar, piercings dangling, body smeared in blood, piss and cum, runes carved into your flesh. Chained willingly now, you serve Erebus and Lucius: sucking one cock while the other fucks your ass, tentacles coiling your limbs. “I renounce the Emperor” you moan, eyes ecstatic, drug-glazed. “Slaanesh is my god.” Lucius pisses on your face as Erebus chants, the armor-souls wailing. The feed loops your degradation, the words “She is ours. Forever defiled” searing the screen. Your adoptive fatger crumples, his daughter a monster, her soul damned in depraved eternity.
Notes: I started reading the Horus Heresy books and omg, I love them!!! <3I couldn't help but write something about Horus—anything else would been wrong! I hope you like my fanfiction, and Warhammer fans, please don't come for me! :((((
Trigger warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, power imbalance
Hectic and full of enthusiasm, you race down the hallway. In your mind, you go over the same questions and answers over and over again. Even though this might make you seem a bit obsessive, you really want this conversation to go perfectly. It took you thousands of requests and time you’ll never get back just to get this meeting with the Imperial Warmaster approved.
Every now and then, you catch a few skeptical glances from the Astartes standing guard outside the rooms. You try your best to ignore them. Your legs carry you further through the massive building, at least until you come to a stop in front of a wide, almost enormous door. “You there. Do you have permission to be here?” One Luna Wolf asks in a condescending tone. He is taller than you, so it is easy for him to look down at you. His arms were crossed, and his gaze never left you. Quickly, you rummaged through your pants pocket to find that annoying permission slip. It didn’t take long before you found it and pulled it out of your pocket. Immediately, you shoved the crumpled piece of paper into the Space Marine’s hand. He read the note without batting an eye. “Today must be your lucky day. Don’t mess it up.” And with those words, he let you into the room.
You’d be lying if you said this room wasn’t anything but imposing. The massive table, the gilded steps, and above all the large windows, which let the sun’s rays flood into the otherwise gloomy room. You quickly snapped a few photos. An average person never gets to see anything like this. Today really is your lucky day. “You must be the remembrancer (Y/n) (L/n).” A calm yet engaging voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You quickly turn toward the voice, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. You have to stay focused—after all, this is the only chance you’ll ever get. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. “That’s me, sir.”
The Primarch descends the steps. Each step is followed by a loud thud. The sun’s rays shine upon him, making him appear more divine. He is tall, taller than any Astartes you have ever seen. His bearing is elegant yet full of courage. His face is beautiful, with a perfect nose and eyes that sparkle with charisma. It feels like a miracle to be able to look upon Horus like this. You wanted to take a few pictures, but something stopped you. It wasn’t appropriate to do so. A pleased smile spreads across his lips. Something that brings you back to reality. The Warmaster gestures with a simple wave of his hand, indicating that you can join him. With a nod, you follow the man to the steps, though you have trouble keeping up with his long legs.
Now the two of you stood at the table where meetings were usually held. You glance around once more, so this must be what it feels like to be on the council. Interesting—you could mention that in your book. “Sir, if I may speak.” Horus nods. “What is it like to be the Warmaster? How does it make you feel?” Without hesitation, question after question poured out of you. Something that only made the Primarch grin. “Well…” he begins. “It is an dignify role. I have other, important duties to fulfill, yet I am honored to been given this role. I will do everything in my power to lead the Empire to another success.” As he begins to speak, it feels like the planet falls silent for a few seconds. You weren't just listening—no, you are hanging on every word. This was surley another reason why he had become Warmaster.
"I understand. But don't you feel sometimes a little overwhelmed? Aren't you afraid someone might try to steal that role from you?” The demigod gives you a skeptical, almost questioning look. You quickly shake your head—damn it, you think. Your tongue was faster than your brain again. “Not that anything like that would happen, sir. You are a man of glory—” But before you can continue, he interrupts. “Why do you think this would happen? None of my brothers would do something so despicable. And who else would be fit for this position? I represent the Emperor with all my strength to secure another victory in the galaxy and for humanity. Every day is a new challenge that my sons and I are happy to take on. Nothing and no one can deter us from this path." , "You're right, of course. I didn't mean to offend you. But grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds." Shit
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After that disaster—which could hardly be called an interview, you were glad to be alive. After all, you’d asked questions that no one else would ever dare to consider. But that was your job. Your readers want the truth, no matter how cruel or ugly it could be. Thats why you're more surprised as an Lunar Wolf came to visit you in your room the next day. At first, you thought he was going to kill you. But it never came to that—no, instead, he accompanied you to the huge hall once again. "Watch your mouth." And with those simple but affective words, he let you enter the hall. Still surprised by what just happened, you let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this was another chance to have a better conversation.
Your (e/c) eyes scan the familiar yet imense hall. The sight still takes your breath away. As you snap a few more photos, you notice the Warmaster standing infront of a window. He stand there, silent and still, glancing out of the massive window. Another majestic sight that few have ever witnessed. “Sir, you wished to see me again? I apologize for the choice of words I used yesterday.” Without giving it much thought, you immediatly bow. "I didn't mean to offend you.” Horus head tilts towards you. An unexpected warm smile forms his lips, gesturing with a simple nod that you can stand up. “Join me.” You didn’t need to be told twice, with a simple jerk, you rise from the floor, as your legs slowly carry you up the stairs. You stand besides the Warmaster. Your eyes start to scan the planet under you. Every now and then, you notice a few Astrates going about their routine. Only a few days had passed since you arrived on this new planet, called Sixty-Three-Nineteen, and you’d never had the honor of viewing it from this perspective before. It was beautiful and almost impossible to describe in words. You immediately snap hundreds of photos. “It’s beautiful…” you whisper, more to yourself than anyone else, but apparently the Primarch heard you.
“It is. Now that we've put down the uprisings, it seems so peaceful.” He paused for a few seconds before he continues to speak. “You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said, and I’m not upset. You’re not wrong to make those assumption. I respect you for your perspective. The other remembrancer would only sweet-talk my decisions, but you...you are saying the things they never dare to ask.” You’re not quite sure how to respond, so instead you decide to keep listening to him. “You know, I don’t like fighting against my own kind. It saddens me, but it’s my duty to kill the rebels. For the survival of the Empire.” You tilt your head slightly toward him, as you almost could see a sad gleam in his eyes.
You start to bite your lower lip as you struggle internally with yourself. Still, you can no longer hold back your words, even if it might cost you your head. But the truth is never sweet. "You didn't have to kill them. Maybe you could have talked to them. They're scared and want their old lives back. There is nothing wrong with that. It is only humane to want back what you once loved. Humans are not plain beings. They are complicated and full of fear. And sometimes simple words are enough to resolve things. I understand that this is your duty, but that doesn't mean it's a particularly good one. It is the innocent who suffer the most and never have a choice.” Another silence—uncomfortable and gloomy—runs through the golden hall. This was probably another mistake you would regret, but you couldn’t hold back any longer. All the suffering and cruelty of this war was just too much to bear.
“I know. I have made a grave mistake, and I am now facing the consequences. This role is anything but easy, and I am trying to make the right decisions. It saddens me deeply that I saw no other way out than war.” Horus speaks and you almost think you can hear a certain sadness in his voice. Something that makes the Primarch seem so human. “Even if you've made a mistake, you can learn from it. Listen to different opinions—even from those who never got any attention. You might be surprised what they have to say, Sir.” A warm smile graces across his beautiful lips. “It feels good to be able to talk about this. You have a big heart, (Y/n). I respect that. From now on, you can call me Horus. I’m not much of a fan of formalities.”
You nod happily. You had completely misjudged the Warmaster, but he, too, was only human. A human with many advantages, but still a human. You spend a long time together in the hall, during which Horus tells you many stories. It was so captivating to listen to his voice, and yet you still could hardly believe you were so close to him. After a while, however, he dismisses you, and so you head back to your room. You run into a few remembrancer who just give you a sullen look, but luckily say nothing. Some invite you to play cards, but you decline. You just wanted to get back to your room and compile your data.
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Weeks passed aboard the massive warship. You could hardly believe you’d be able to endure being in space for so long, but somehow you managed it. After all, your daily routine was never boring. Every evening, the Primarch invited you to an audience with him. There, you spent hours in deep conversations. It made your stay on the ship easier. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you enjoyed it. After all, Horus was more than just a Warmaster—he actually listened to your words. Something very few others did. Sometimes you even had the feeling that he liked you more than just a companion. Even though this was probably just your imagination, mixed with naivety, you couldn’t think of any other reason why you talked with him every single day. Your colleagues who were on the Vengeful Spirit too were slowly distancing themselves from you. Not because they were afraid of you, no, but because they were jealous and believed you were taking their chance away. But you never cared much about what others thought of you.
Strangely enough, Horus feels very drawn to you. Although he knew what these unfamiliar feelings meant, he had never experienced anything like this before. He enjoys every conversations with you. Even though you were considered unimportant by many in his inner circle, he feels the opposite. To him, you were a wise, sharp tongued woman who knew what she wanted. The thought of you made his heart beat faster. But even though he wanted to spend more time with you, he knew that would never be possible. He was the Warmaster and the first Primarch. He had duties to fulfill and no time for such silly things. It pained him to let you go, but it was for the best and for your own safety. At least that's what he convinces himself.
~~~
Days—no, months—passed on the Vengeful Spirit. You still can hardly believe everything that happened, as one horror followed another. Even though you spent most of your time in your small cabin, it was nearly impossible to ignore what was going on. No matter how hard you tried to bury yourself in books and old documents, it didn’t help much either. The atmosphere in the fleet was tense and almost melancholic, filled with fear and anger. Ever since the 27 civilians were overrun, the temper has been oppressive. At first, you couldn’t believe Horus would accept this massacre, without anyone facing the consequences for their actions, but apparently he didn't have time for that or he simply didn't care.
Even though you were happy that he was well again and had been healed, you could no longer ignore the uneasy feeling inside you. The Horus you known would never tolerate such a thing. Maybe Petronella could have helped you, but she wasn't willing to talk to you, let alone help you. She was clearly enjoying that she had now taken your place—something you still didn’t quite understand—but that was just the way she was.
More days passed, and the situation didn’t improve—on the contrary, it only got worse. You had slowly given up looking for answers you weren’t going to get anyway. Instead, you turned your attention to the old books. Even though this was a desperate attempt to transport yourself to another reality, it helped. But deep down inside, you desperatly long for your home on Terra. There, you could have written several works at once without feeling suffocated. But now you were in space, far away from your true home, and something inside you knew you wouldn’t be able to return to Terra anytime soon. With a sigh, your (e/c) eyes skim over the sentences you’ve already read, just to find the word where you left off. Once you’ve finally found it, you start reading again.
You slowly lose track of time, and your thoughts are focused entirely on the book. At least until a loud knock on your door tears you out. Who the hell could that be? Hardly anyone ever came to your room, let alone in the current situation. Curious, you get out of your comfortable bed as you move toward the door. But before you can even touch the doorknob, the door has already been opened. “Can I help you—” You can't finish your sentence. Instead, your eyes are fixed on the person stepping into your room. You’d be lying if you said you ever expected to look into that perfect, almost divine face again. But something was different. The eyes, which had once sparkled with pure euphoria, were now dull. You could almost detect a certain greed in them.
You wanted to say something—anything—but you couldn’t. Rumors that had spread like wildfire came flooding back into your mind. Acts that resemble a massacre wouldn't let you think clearly and were haunting you. Your gaze remains on the Primarch, who was busy looking at your messy room. Horus eyes stopped at a stack of papers lying on your desk. He reaches for the top stack of papers and begins to read them. “I’d completely forgot how well you write, (Y/n).” He carefully places the papers back on the stack, as he gives you a warm smile. Still stunned by what’s just happened right infront of you, you put your hands on your hips. That was a bad joke, right? It had to be... “So much potential, and yet you’ve chosen the wrong path. What a shame, but we’ll figure it out. Once you see what I see, you’ll understand.”
“Pardon?” you suddenly blurt out. You don't understand what he's talking about, but you didn't need to. “What exactly am I supposed to see? That you slaughtered innocent people? Massacre woman and children and calling it a day?" Your room suddenly feels colder than before. You don't need to look into Horus’s face to feel his anger. A frown forms on his forehead as his eyes started to twitch. “Watch your tongue. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.” Shocked by the Warmasters sudden outburst, you take a few steps back. A wave of fear creeps slowly but surley over your stiff body. "I also forgot how cocky you can be. I’ve let you get away with far too much, (Y/n). I’ve been too gracious with you. You know... Abaddon kept telling me to kill you for your disrespect. And I really should do that."
The Primarch takes a step toward you, as he gets close enough, he immediatly kneels on the ground. His obsessed, evil eyes stare into your frightened ones. A small, sadistic smile forms on his lips as he places his hand on your shoulder. "But...I like you. I was a fool to let you go. But I won't make that mistake again. I acted foolishly, just to suppress my true feelings. And all that for the Emperor, who values himself over the galaxy. But this will all come to an end, because I am going to save the galaxy.” His words sound sharp and filled with greed. It was pure heresy, and if you hadn’t heard them from his own mouth, you wouldn’t believed it. This is pure madness. Did Horus really intend to turn against the Emperor?! “You can’t do that. You’re waging war against your own race and your brothers. That's insane.”
His gaze darkened again, as his grip on your shoulder tightened. “You’ll have no other choice, (Y/n).” His other large hand suddenly grabs your chin, forcing you to look in his crazy eyes agin. “You’ll do what I tell you. And if I order you to watch, you will. Because you, my dear, belong to me. And I decide what happens to you and what doesn’t. One day you’ll understand it and feel what I feel.” You wanted to protest again, but something inside you stopped you. Instead, you just nod without saying another word. A satisfied smile spreads across his face as he is clearly amused by the situation. "Good. From today on, you will show me the respect I deserve. You will never question my actions again, instead, you will praise me, and one day you will publish thousands of books about my success.” His thumb glides gently over your cheek, his predatory gaze never leaving you. “It would be such a shame to see you suffer. But I'm not a monster, my dear. All I do is for us and the galaxy.”
The Primarch rises to his feet again, and just as he is about to leave the room, he looks at you one last time. “We will have a glorious future together. Only you and me and no one will stand in our way. Oh, and don't worry about Petronella—I've already taken care of her.”
Notes: I can't get him out of my head. 😫 I mean Adrian is the Yuno Gasai of the DC Universe, how could I not write about him?!!!
Trigger warning: Yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, Adrian is a psychopath but you already know that, description of murder, mention of blood, killing
I can imagine that you know Adrian from work. You both work together and often have the same shifts. Even though Adrian is just a nice, sometimes weird but funny colleague to you, he sees you as his best friend. This is probably because, unlike others, you listen to him and his hyperfixations almost sharing them too.
That's exactly why you both play regulary Dungeons & Dragons. You were the only one who didn't dissappear after the first session and never come back. No, you stayed by his side. Even though you found it very strange that his mother played with you two, you still had a lot of fun. Just like all best friends do, right? Laughing and talking hours together. Spending so so much time with each other that you want to get under their skin to find out how there inside feels....right?
I don't think Vigilante would realize at first that your are soooo much more to him than just his best friend. It would only happen when he sees, that you talk and laugh with another very attractive man. Strangely enough, this sucker gets even closer to you! So close that he kisses your fucking forehead. Inside, Adrian keeps telling himself that you belong to him - only to him. That what's happening in front of him isn't real. It can't be real, you would never do this to him...no you wouldn't, right?
From that day on, the anti-hero was always by your side, he would never let you alone again. Not if it means to loose you. No one could take you away from him. At work, he keeps telling you that this wannabe boyfriend of yours isn't good enough for you and that you deserve better than that. "I mean hello, who wars a leather jacket in 2026? Are we living in the 50s? Also he stares at other woman's ass. What an idiot, you should definitely break up with him. He already looks at their asses, what else will he do?! Did you ever think of that (Y/n)?" , "Stop it now!"
Adrian follows you to and from work everyday. He always keeps an eye on you, just to make sure you're safe, of course! Something your self-proclaimed boyfriend didn't do. Most of the time, however, he stands around your window, at least until you fall asleep. He carefully breaks through your bedroom window to be closer to you. He even takes photos of you so he can look at them every day. I even think he would edit the photos so that he would be in there too. Of course, he took pictures where he is lying next to your sleeping body too, but that wasn't the same.
I have a scenario in my head where he is editing a picture of you and him on his computer when his mother suddenly bursts into his room with a plate of warm food. “Adrain! Why didn't you tell me that you and (Y/n) are finally together? How cute, my son found a girlfriend.” The man jumps up from his chair and runs indignantly to his mother. “Get out of here! I've told you a thousand times not to come into my room! Can't you read my signs on the door or are you too stupid for it?” Since that day, his mom thinks you're his girlfriend, and even though he would never admit it, he likes the idea of you being his girlfriend.
Be prepared to receive tons of WhatsApp messages and audios. No matter what time of day it is, you'll get at least one hello babe and seven concerned messages. If you don't reply even though he can clearly see you're on your phone, he'll get angry. He'll keep sending you emojis and stickers until you finally give him your full attention.
At some point, however, your friendship becomes too much for you. Not only is your boyfriend pretty pissed that he always calls you “babe” or “cutie” but you also get so many spam messages is almost impossible to react to them. No matter how many times you try to make it clear to him that you're both just friends, the anti-hero ignores you. Instead, he continues to talk about the latest Dungeons and Dragon news.
"Do you even listen to me?" Stunned, you stare at your coworker, who just has his usual wide smile on his face. “What? When you consider that-” Annoyed, you roll your (e/c) eyes as you interrupt him. "Adrian, I'm serious. I can't be friends with you anymore. You're not even listening to me. I'm sorry, but I think it's best if we stay out of each other's way." With a sad smile, you turn away, but before you can go to the already angry guests, you could hear the hurt voice of the man you once called your friend. "Wait! (Y/n)! Let me explain, please." But there's nothing left to discuss. It was the right decision—after all, you needed your space.
Your words were cruel—so cruel. They almost tore the anti-hero's heart out. Was that the feeling everyone was talking about?! Inside, he felt empty... so fucking empty. But he didn't take long to pull himself together. None of this was your fault, no, he could never be angry at you. It was your boyfriend fault. Only his fault. He should have killed him a long time ago and tie you to that cute chair he saw at Ikea. Surely you would be afraid, but you would understand! After all, you were his and he needs you with him. Just for himself.
And so it came that one day Adrian stood at your boyfriend's door in his blue superhero costume. Knock. Knock. “Yes?” Your friend quickly opens the door, his dark hair is still wet from his cold shower. A white towel was wrapped around his waist, only covering everything important. “Hey there buddy. Let's have a litte chit chat from man to man." Before your friend could even react, the vigilante pushed his way into the apartment. Adrian looked around, as eyes abruptly stopped. On a small, wooden desk stood a silver picture frame with a photo of him and you. It was just an ordinary selfie, but you both looked so happy. "What do you-" , "You' have a nice apartment. I bet (Y/n) was pretty impressed when she saw that. Is that why she's with you?" The man had no idea what was going on. Who the hell was this mysterious guy in front of him, and how did he know your name? "It's none of your buisness." , "Oh, I think it is. You know...you took her away from me. You're the reason she left me. You were the one who convinced her to break up with me. But hey, I forgive you. It would be very psychotic not to do that, before I kill you. " , "What the fuck?! Get out of here or I'll call the police."
But before your friend could say anything else, let alone act, it was already too late. Blood splattered all over the room, his head rolled across the floor and body fell motionless to the ground. Adrian started to whistle as he picked up the head. “Fuck yeah. I forgot how good it feels. ”
That evening, you received gruesome pictures you would rather forget. Photos of your boyfriend's corpse, his head lying on his chest. He had been brutally decapitated. Even though you didn't want to look at the pictures any longer, you noticed that a huge heart had been drawn on the white wall above his body. Adrian + Y/n. Drawed with red paint... no, not paint, but blood. Your boyfriends blood. The images made you feel sick, but you had to pull yourself together to not break down. Just as you were about to call the police, you heard a loud noise in your bedroom. A scream escaped your lips as you ran fearfully to your front door. But before you could leave, a strong grip grabs your wrist. "Oh. come on (Y/n). As if you didn't see that coming! You know you should have listened to me and stayed away from him. Then none of this would have happened, and we would be living happily ever after. Oh, who am I kidding? I would have killed him anyway. And you know why? Because I love you and I will kill anyone who stands in our way." You didn't even have to stare at the costumed man to know who you were dealing with. No one else talked so much at once... “Y-You killed him... y-you are a monster...a murderer.” His grip became stronger, as he lets out a sigh. "Whomp whomp. What a bummer. Anyway, this is going to hurt." With a simple, firm blow, your body collide against the wall. Everything around you turns slowly dark, and you suddenly feel dizzy. The only thing you could barely see was Adrian looking at your helpless form. “Sleep well, babe.”
I think Vigilante would bring you in his basement, somewhere where he could have you all to himself without his mother interupting it. He defintley ties you to a chair so that you can hardly move. This way, you are completely dependent on him and cannot escape. After all, he almost lost you once before and wouldn't let it happen again. "Wakey wakey... I hope you slept well. Oh, don't start to cry babe I promise that I'll take good care of you. Remeber as my Elf saved your Tiefling? We are in exactly the same situation."
Expect the hero to spend a lot of time with you. He will tell you things you really didn't want to know, like his killings of countless criminals. Then again, if you behave yourself, he will take you to his room and cuddle with you for hours. Even then, Adrian won't be quiet, but you have to get used to that. His friends know everything about you because he can't stop bragging about you. You were perfect in his eyes, everything he ever wanted and now he finally has you. Forever. It was like the perfect romance movie!
Vigilante would kill anyone without hesitation for you if you asked him. After all, it's a simple gesture, and who cares if a few unimportant people disappear? I think if you give yourself to him and do what he wants, he's the sweetest boyfriend you could have. Really, he'll do anything for you just to get a little attention from you. But if you fight back and don't give him the time of day, he won't hesitate to cause you a little pain. His name carved into your skin? Sounds romantic, doesn't it? Torturing someone you care about right in front of your eyes? Another declaration of love.
One day you'll have to get used to him, because he's the only one who cares about you. "You know, babe... I've been waiting so long for this moment. The two of us together, an inseparable bond! And no one will ever stop me from taking you away from me. You belong to me!"
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Adrian, who just killed your friend be like:
Adrian: Now he won't bother us anymore. I chose the machete because it's so much more dramatic don't you agree too, babe?
Notes: Please be aware this fanfiction has a lot of spoilers for the comics!
Trigger warning: yandere themes, kidnapping, description of gore, violence, abusing, dark themes, gaslighting , read at your own sake, reader gets beaten up a lot
Weak. Usless. Frail.
Those cruel words are throwed at you every single day of your god forsaken life. Ever since you were a little girl, your mother made you feel like you should never have been born. You are a Viltrumite who should have been killed as a baby, so weak were you. A shame, a living disgrace to the glorious Viltrum Empire. Your mother probably would have killed you too if it hadn't been for your father. Your father did everything in his power to oppose your mother. He begged on his knees for her mercy just so that you could live, survive. Something that, to his sorrow, quite disgusted your mother even more.
How could such a weak, useless creature like you even exist on this planet?
If you had been born on Viltrumite, they would have instantly murdered you without batting an eyelid, and yet that didn't happen here. Maybe it was because your mother liked you in her heartless way, or maybe she did it for your father's sake. Whatever it was, you were still happy to be alive. Even though it was a hard almost invincible challenge, you needed to make the best out of it - at least this was the only thing you told yourself every night before you got to sleep. Just survive, it will be better. You will get stronger, one day.
The years went by and you even gained some amount of powers, something your mother believed to be almost impossible. Deep down, you could hardly believe it yourself. You had assumed that you weren't destined for such things, after all, that's what you heard your whole childhood. Still, your mother tried her best to not tear your head off immeadiatly when she had to watch her useless daughter try to keep her balance and not fall to the ground for the fifth time. Flying was one of the first things a Viltrumite learned, and even that was hard for you? Before your mother could confront you about it, your father was there to calm her down somewhat. Even though this was rather counterproductive, you thanked him with a small smile.
From that day on, you decided to learn about your new powers on your own, your mother would only yell at you again or, worse, beat you up. That was her way of showing you how useless you really were, because a real Viltrumite would resist this small punches. With a small sigh, you stare into the bright light of the full moon that illuminates this planet with sufficient brightness. Fireflies fly around you, something that makes your worries disappear for a moment. Perhaps things would get better, they only had to!
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The uneasy feeling that all eyes were on you, filled with contempt and pure hatred, could no longer be ignored. Even an idiot couldn't ignore the immense pressure around you. This planet was filled with powerful presences, something you could only dream of. But what else did you expected? Everything you knew about Viltrum was more cruel than anything your mother could ever have done to you. (M/n) was called to Viltrumite by the Grand Regent himself, and even though you would have preferred to stay on your home planet, neither of you had any choice. An order was an order, and the order was that all Viltrumites should return home as quickly as possible.
You try your best not to draw any more attention to yourself, although that's nearly impossible. It's almost as if they can smell your weakness… You lower your head as quickly as possible, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. The only logical explanation that occurred to you is to hide behind all the other Viltrumites who had also gathered in a huge hall. Anything to avoid standing out. You have no other choice, not if you value your dear life.
Fortunately, it doesn't take too long before the heavy door is opened.. Immediately, everyone shuts their mouth as no one dares to make a single sound. Instead, everyone kneels down and bows. You don't have to think twice and follow suit. The powerful steps of the Grand Regent make the already tense situation seem even worse. Even though the silence is worse than any training session with your mother, it didn't take all too long for the man to speak. “Rise.” The Viltrumites around you immediately rise from the ground, all assuming an almost stiff posture. You immediately follow suit, even though you don't really know what to do, but as long as you don't draw attention to yourself, you're doing everything right, at least according to your mother.
“I called you from your planets so that we may all gather here today. As you are probably aware, the coalition of planets is becoming more dangerous every day. These tiny, litte insects think they can get away with killing our people...” His voice is commanding and filled with pure contempt, and even you can´t ignore his powerful presence which surrounded him. His speech alone could make the entire hall tremble, something that unsettles you more. Nevertheless, you must—no, you cannot let it show. Thragg gaze falls on the crowd and for a brief moment of time, your (e/c) coloured eyes meet his. Your body starts to freeze, as your instinct acts faster than your mind could ever be.
Your gaze immediately wanders to the white ground, your eyelids close abruptly. Inside you fervently beg that he hasn't noticed anything. Fortunately, his voice echoes once more through the crowded hall as he continues his speech. “They won't get away with it. We will crush them like the maggots they are, and our glorious empire will rule over the entire universe.” A loud applause echoes through the hall, as everyone begins to cheer in agreement. You exhale once as you run your fingers through your (h/c) hair. Hopefully this meeting will end soon, you would much rather prefer to be on your lovely planet, but somehow you have the uneasy feeling that this isn´t going to happen any sooner. Just as Thragg is about to leave the hall, he whispers something to one of his closest advisors. His sharp gaze lands on you again.
Confused, you look around, wondering if your mother might be here somewhere. Maybe you could fly home again... Slowly, you push your way through the crowd, your heart starts to beat wildly. But before you can go any further, you feel a strong hand on your shoulder. “Come. Now.” The cold voice that told you this was no joke sent a chill down your spine. You wanted nothing more than get away from these people, from this creepy planet, as quickly as possible. Instead, you did nothing, just nodded slightly and followed the Viltrumite as he led you through a huge building. You would have loved to take a closer look at the corridors, but the Viltrumite didn't seem like he would be patient. To be honest, he didn't make any nice impression at all. God, what have you done? "
Unfortunately, you notice too late that the man suddenly stopped, and you accidentally bump into him—something that obviously angers him. You both stand in front of a large door, as his voice echoes thorugh your mind. “One wrong word and your blood will decorate these walls, understand?” Shocked by what he says, you don't dare to speak, instead you just nod as the door opens. You both enter the almost empty room, as a huge throne catches your eye. Above the throne, a red banner of the Viltrum Empire adorns the hall. But what worries you most is the person sitting on the throne... The Viltrumite, who was previously quite sullen, immediately bows, his voice sounding much gentler than before. “Grand Regent.” He gives you a deadly glance as you obey and bow down as well. Nodding, Thragg looks down at both of you, while the advisor leaves the room.
“You...” Slowly, the emperor rises from his seat and approaches you. You don't know exactly what to do, as your body begins to tremble again. Before you can say anything, you feel a strong, burning pain in your stomach. Immediatly, you fly into a wall. Blood pours from your lips, and the disgusting metallic taste spreads in your mouth. You let out a pain-filled cry as your hand wraps around your wound. “Weak... A child could have countered that blow.” You are about to bend over when you feel another immense pain in your hip. Immediately, you fly into a wall again, as the red liquid flowing from your body now stains the shiny floor. “Why is someone as useless as you still alive?” Gasping for breath, you close your (e/c) eyes as tears gently run down your cheeks. You never felt such pain in your entire life, even your mother was gentler than this Viltrumite. “Answer me,” Thragg commands as he stares at your weakened (b/s) shaped body. "I...I-I.."
You wanted to say something, anything, to defend yourself, but you couldn't. Your tears just wouldn't stop flowing, no matter how hard you tried to stay strong. Annoyed by your pitiful appearance, the man crouches down, as he suddenly grabs your (h/c) hair, and forces you to look him in the eyes. "I said you should answer me." "I...I don´t know. Please I.." Thragg doesn't take his eyes off your frightened gaze as he stands up, his hand still tugging at your hair, as another wave of pain makes you scream again. “Pathetic. I should kill you before you can damage my empire.“ With a simple movement, he throws you to the ground, causing more blood to spurt from your wounds. You don´t have enough strength to get up. Still, you couldn´t just lie here on the ground and do nothing! You need to fight back..somehow. Even if it means to die. Slowly, with all your strength, you rise. You rise up from the ground. More blood flows onto your now red-stained uniform as you face him with trembling legs. “Y-you won't do that. I´m not letting that happen.” It's almost a miracle that you can get those words out of your mouth, so overwhelmed are you.
The Grand Regent glances at your shaky body once as he suddenly appears behind you. “Oh really?” His rough hand grabs your shoulder as his presence frightens you even more. “I'm not afraid of you,” you stammer, which is an obvious lie. But you had to do something. "...Your name, woman?" "(Y/n)." For a moment that you think lasts too long, it is quiet, too quiet. You have lost so much blood that you keep swaying, which does not improve the situation. Inside, you're waiting for Thragg to deliver the final blow, but it doesn't come. Instead, his grip tightens as a small, almost sadistic smile crosses his lips. “You may be a disgrace, but you are still a Viltrumite, woman. Consider yourself lucky that you are allowed to live. You will be my new mate.” Huh??? “I-I don't think I'm suited for that,” you stammer, unable to believe what the Viltrumite just said. He can't be serious, can he? “That wasn't a request (Y/n). You will do as I say, or your pretty head will adorn my throne, understand? I will not tolerate any backtalk, especially not from my women.”
Yandere Rocks D. Xebec x Yandere Gol D. Roger x Yandere Monkey D. Garp x strong female pirate reader
Trigger Warning: This fanfiction contains massive manga spoilers, read it at your own risk. Yandere themes read on your own riks
A gentle breeze blows through your (h/c) hair, the sweet scent of the sea lays a smile on your face. You enjoy the peace and quietness that you rarely had. It was becoming increasingly difficult to evade one of the most powerful pirate crews. Even though you found it funny to annoy Xebec or Roger, it became exhausting in the long run. On top of that, a certain vice marine had also set his sights on you. Something that keeps you awake at night. Again and again, you find yourself in the same situation, a battle that drags on for days, followed by a huge discussion about how you should finally come to them. A stupid, foolish idea that, in your opinion, could only have come from a stubborn little child. You were strong enough to defend yourself, after all, you commanded one of the most powerful pirate crews of the time, and yet the men insisted that you should be with them.
You shake your head as a sigh escapes you. You had to get these thoughts out of your head quickly, today was going to be a relaxed day not a day filled with unnecessary nagging. Just as you are about to go into your cabin, you hear the loud voice of your vice captain echoing through the distance. "Captain!" Immediately you turn around as you start smiling again. “What is it?” The black-haired, broad-shouldered man stops, pointing his fingers toward the wide sea. “There's an island over there. We surely get provisions there.” , “All right, then tell the others we're going to land.” And with those words, your crew prepares the huge (f/c) ship to come ashore.
When you arrived on the island, you quickly noticed how lively it was. People of all diffrent species gathered here to celebrate, drink, and have fun. The smell of delicious, warm food mixed with alcohol hangs in the air. Music plays in the background, followed by gentle singing. Every now and then, children who happily playing tag, run over your feet. Colorful lights and lanterns shine from afar, something that finally allows you to relax. “That looks like fun.” , “You bet!” Without giving it much thought, your comrades spread out across the island to explore it. All except your vice captain. “They're gone...” he muttered, almost angry about it. “They could have at least let us know.” You run your fingers through your hair as you start to grin. “Oh come on, leave them alone. We all need a break sometimes. After all, it's not easy being the best crew in the world.” The man couldn't help but laugh when he heard your confident words. “You're right, we are the best.”
The two of you curiously roamed the island, as you couldn't ignore the stares people gave you. Some showed you affection, others swooned over you, and some others were terrified of you. The look on their faces amused you, after all, you had worked very hard to get to the top. You always wished to get this kind of respect, and now you finally had it. A feeling of pride overwhelms you, as you can't stop smiling. Your feet continue to carry you, at least until (Vc/n) draws your attention to a poster. It was no ordinary poster, on the contrary, it was your wanted poster. In the picture, you were in the middle of a fight, your face covered with scars and bloodstains, your (e/c) eyes shine with pure joy and your mischievous grin is impossible to ignore.
WANTED
ONLY ALIVE
(L/n) D. (Y/n)
$4,408,000,000
“Ha!” laughs the pirate as he tears the paper from the wall and throws it at you. With ease you catch it with one hand as your eyes scan the text once more. You frown as you linger at the words 'only alive.' Strange. You've never seen anything like this on a wanted poster before, it's probably just a simple printing error, nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, it was weird. “They could have done a better job with the photo. I think I was fighting Roger there, or was it Xebec?” Your vice didn't have an answer to that, so he shrugged his shoulders. “Don't ask me, I've lost count, Captain.” He grinned from ear to ear. “And so have I.” You agreed with each other as you two continue to wander around laughing.
A few hours pass, and you and your crew had finally bought enough provisions for the next journey and successfully brought them onto the deck. Once you were finished, you decide to continue celebrating. After all, you haven't done that in a long time. You sit down in a crowded tavern, as a small, petite lady comes over. “What can I get you?” she asks in a stressed voice. Beads of sweat are running down her forehead, she looks anything but pleased to see pirates here. You couldn't blame her, very few pirates had a good reputation, and most of them just caused trouble. You were not really better than these troublemakers, yet you were able to hold yourself back at the right moments. At least so long until someone starts an unnecessary fight. After you ordered your beer and your crew also named their drinks, the woman disappears again. “Well, as always, we're unwelcome.” grumbled your vice. “Did you expect anything else? At least no one will get in our way-”
Before you can even finish the sentence, you are greeted by a loud, all-too-familiar laugh. The door bursts open as a pirate rushes toward you with a broad grin and open arms. Roger. "Speak of the devil..." you mutter, more to yourself than to anyone else. "(Y/n)! There you are! I thought you would avoid me." An almost sad smile forms on his lips, but it immediatly disappears as he stares closer into your annoyed (e/c) eyes. Without waiting for your answer, he grabs a chair and pushes it over next to you. He immediately sits down, leaning his body closer to you. “Join my crew!” , “NO!” You yell at him, but no matter how many times you tell him you're not interested, he doesn't seem to care or at least it seems like that. Instead, his smile widens as the future pirate king puts his hand on your shoulder. “Oh, come on, we belong together...” You react quickly and slap his hand away. “No. I will never join your crew.”
Meanwhile, your crew watches the familiar cat-and-mouse game between the two of you. Somehow, you always end up in this kind of situation, but hopefully this time it won't lead to another fight. However, given how irritated you are, it's only a matter of time. “If you'll excuse me.” You jump up from your seat, as your crew follows you. Without saying another word, you leave the tavern. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice how Rayleigh enters the tavern. What you couldn't see, however, was the pirate's cold, rigid face as he sat silently at the table. Even though Roger could never be really angry with you, you had apparently struck a nerve. He knew you well enough to know that this was just how you were, but even so, he simply couldn't control his boiling emotions. Was it so wrong to love someone? Why did you resist it over and over again? “Captain?” The worried voice of the man with glasses pulls the pirate out of his thoughts. “Ah... Rayleigh! Come, let's toast.” , “To what?” Another smile appeared on Roger's lips, but this one was darker than usual. “To our new member.”
Your legs carry you further across the island. Annoyed that your beloved peace has been disturbed, you nevertheless try your best not to let it ruin your day. After all, your crew desperately needed this break, and yourself have to admit that you needed it too. You all decide to check out the different shops together, but even this is quickly disturbed. Just when you thought things had calmed down, another ambitioned pirate confronts you. "Vohahahahahaha! Look at that! What a coincidence to see you on this small island too, (Y/n). I thought you finally learned your lesson not to run away." You stop immediately, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you glance at the laughing man. Xebec. He has always been more direct than Roger, something that lowers your mood even further. “Oh, and I thought you had learned your fucking lesson about leaving me alone.” Your eyes speak more than a thousand words could ever do. A slight hint of Haki emanates from you, and even though it was subtle, the pirate sensed it immediately. A small welcome gift for the other pain in the ass. "Oho, that's how you greeting me?
A deadly atmosphere surrounds the air, Haki flowed out in masses and every second becomes more dangerous, almost barbaric. “Let me through.” Xebec's grin became even more sadistic, and his posture radiates with pure energy. Oh how much he enjoyed playing this lovely games with you. "You will come with me, (Y/n). I won't let you get away again." Just as you are about to attack, you notice another powerful Haki. You immediately jump backward as you look up at the sky. A bright, yellow sparkle almost resembling a star shines brightly. “Galaxy Impact.” In an instant, the ground beneath you shattered as a huge explosion occurred. The force of the blast throws some of your crew members away. Your (h/c) hair blows wildly around, you have to use your full strength to not get thrown away too. This attack could only have come from a certain vice admiral. No one else would be foolish enough to unleash such a powerful attack.
It takes a while until the wind blows the smoke away. A crater several miles wide lies beneath your feet. Surprised, you stare at the admiral who looks first at you and then to the other pirates. “Xebec.” , "Garp." The two men stared at each other for a long time, neither of them dared to say a word. A cold silence reigned, at least so long until Garp finally spoke up. “Leave her alone.” he commands. His voice sounded more serious than usual, which surprised you even more. Xebec's smile suddenly widened, as he couldn't suppress his laughter anylonger. “Why should I? She attacked me, I only defended myself.”
Another strange silence fell between the three of you, something about the whole situation felt really weird. You never encountered these three forces of nature together. After all, they were as different as day and night could ever be, and yet they still never left you alone. Whatever. You think to yourself as you're about to head back to your ship. You really didn't have the patience, let alone the desire, to play these little games. Your day was ruined again, thanks to them. But just as you're about to take a few steps away, a certain other pirate comes up to you. "Where are you going, (Y/n)?" asked the future pirate king with a piercing gaze. Great, just great. This needs to be a bad joke, otherwise you couldn't explain this. Annoyed, you roll your eyes as you continue to brush past him. “None of your business, Roger.”
He suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, but before he can do so, you counter with a haki-filled kick. For a second the pirate looses his grip, as you seize the opportunity to jump away. “What the hell?! For what was that for?!" you scold, as you rest your hands on your hips. “I'm sick and tired of you guys! Let me finally alone, I'm not interested in any of you, get it through your heads." Your words sound meaner than you actually intended, but your nerves had already been stretched to the limit. It was the only right thing to do. Surprisingly, however, you don't get any contradict. No—instead you are greeted with silence. Had it finally worked? With a sigh, you turn your back on them, your (h/c) hair falling dramatically behind you.
The three men continued to stand there, almost as if they were rooted to the spot. None of them said a word. Instead, there was pure silence. It was as if someone had ripped their heart out and stamped on it. They were used to this stubborn side of you, and no matter how often they met you, you showed only disinterest. You were always fighting back against them, so as if they were some cruel monsters. But they only wanted to protect you, protect you from the world government. They knew you were strong, but that wouldn't be enough. Not if you encountered a God Knight or, even worse, one of the five elders. None of them would ever be able to forgive themselves if anything happened to you. You were far too perfect in their eyes. And no one would take you away from them.
Just as you were only a few steps away from your (f/c) ship, you sense the presence of three enormously powerful Hakis. For a brief moment, you just stand there, stunned. A previously unknown feeling of goosebumps running down your body, as an uneasy feeling overtakes you. You immediately turn around as a blade whizzes past you. You were able to dodge in time before the blow could hit you. Nevertheless, the attack had such force that a strong wind blows past you. It didn't take you long to realize who or what was happening. Even though you had hoped that there would be no more fighting anylonger, here you were. Three forces of nature approaching you slowly, as if it were your death sentence. And in a way, it was. Shit. "(Y/n)... I only wanted to protect you. I made sure the Marine left you alone, or did you think that just because you're strong, they'd leave you alone? Listen, I know that you don't meant it like that but your words still hurted. Just come with me and we will talk about it." The black-haired man takes a few steps toward you. Even though his eyes are flashing with anger, he seems to be the calmest of the three. Did you really strike such a nerve?
They didn't want to understand. You didn't need their help, you had built your strength by yourself, and yet they treated you like a weakling. "Should I be grateful for that, Garp? I never asked you to do that. There's nothing to discuss here. I said what I said and I mean it like that." The discussion caused even the Marines and the respective pirate crews to gather around you four. They all looked rather confused or concerned but none of them really understood what was happening there. The only thing they could say was that a massive fight would soon break out. "I told you that this is usless. She will only listen if you take away her wings. Perhaps I should have done that way earlier." The pirate's threatening voice makes you even angrier. Again this arrogance you couldn't stand. "Maybe you are right..." Roger takes also a few steps toward you, his hand reaches out. Still, neither of you shows any sign of backing down.“I don't want to hurt you (Y/n). Give up and join my crew, I promise I'll forgive you and we can start over.”
Annoyed, you roll your eyes. Even though you knew you would lose this fight, you still would rather die than throw away your honor and pride. You had worked hard to build this up, every single day was a living nightmare. But the blood, sweat, and tears had paid off and in the end you became the pirate you always wanted to be. And no one could take that away from you. After all, you could never forgive yourself otherwise. "I said no." you say stubbornly. And with those powerful words you also let your Haki run free. Just as your vice captain is about to rush to your side, you immediatly give him a admonishing stare. “Don't interfere. This is only between me and them.” The three men agreed with that as they glance to their comrades.
After the crews involuntarily disappeared, another silence followed. Even the masses of people who had been dancing and singing hid in their houses. Every idiot could see that this was a situation in which no one should interfere, at least not if they want to stay alive. “You've always been so stubborn (Y/n).” His usual sadistic smile returns to his face, so as if he enjoys this situation. Tch. “You should have come to me. But let's see how strong you really are (Y/n)! I will no longer hold back.” A big smile also forms on Garp's lips, as he suddenly starts to stretch his arms. “I never wanted that it comes to this, but you leave me no other choice. Next time just listen to me (Y/n).”
And with these last words, a hard, long battle began that soon went down in history. You used all your powerful attacks, kick after kick, stroke after stroke, but it simply wasn't enough. After all, you were outnumbered, which in itself was a foolish, almost naive move, but that's just how you are. Not many people could claim that they endured so much strenght, even if it was only a little spark of hope, it was still something. But every good fighter goes down at some point, even if you wanted to fight longer, you were at the end of your strength. Your whole (b/s) shaped body is covered with numerous wounds, your muscles are throbbing, and your vision is slowly but surely fading. You are still standing, but every now and then you sway to the side. It is a miracle that you don't fall to the ground, but your will is stronger. You can't give up. No, you can't.
Tears start to run down your already red cheeks, the thought that this was the end almost broke your heart. This can't be happening...were the countless years of training so useless? "Give up (Y/n). It's over." You didn't want to hear those words, it wasn't over, no, it couldn't be over. But no matter how hard you tried to fight against the cruel reality, it was still the truth. Just as you wanted to take a step forward, your body gave way. You fall motionless to the ground, but the hard impact never came. Instead, you were gently caught. "Now look at you. Your stubbornness will kill you one day." grumbled the pirate, as he throwes you over his shoulder. “Where are you going?” growled the future Pirate King, immediately unleashing his Haki. “She belongs to me, and she will stay with me.” , "Is that so?" The two pirates stare at each other. Xebec's grin grows wider as he too unleashs his Haki. But before the two could jump at each other, Garp turns to them as well. “She will never have anything to do with pirates again. She is coming with me.”
A strong wind blows through the alleys, and the only thing that could be heard is your soft breathing. All three men want you for themselves, and none of them will give up so easily. “Then let's settle this with a fight. The stronger one gets her.” suggests the pirate, his dark eyes sparkle with joy. Carefully, he lays your unconscious body on the ground, looking at you one last time. “Mine.” Garp and Roger didn't need to hear that twice. With playful smiles, they agree. And so another massive battle ensues. But this time it was more serious, more brutal than before. None of them even thought of giving up, not when it came to you. And so they fight the whole night, until the next morning dawns.
As the first gentle rays of sunshine kissed the rooftops, was still no end in sight. The men fought and fought. But even they had to admit that it was pointless. They were all equally strong, and none of them would give in. In the end, they would be dead, and then who would be there for you? "Are you serious Roger? I'm not going to share her-" But before he can finish his words, the black-haired man interrupts him. "Do you think I'm pleased with the idea?! But that's the only choice to protect her. She will wake up and then, what? Three dead men and an injured woman." Unlike Xebec, who still couldn't warm up to the idea, Garp was unobtrusively calm. Instead, the vice admiral turned to your still motionless body as he carefully crouched down beside you. With a simple jerk, he picked you up as he walked over to the two pirates. “It goes against my principles to do something like that...” he mutters, as he keeps staring at your wounds. “We should bring her to a doctor first and discuss the rest later.”
And so your fate began, trapped in monstrous hands of three forces of nature.
"I will make you the queen of the pirates, (Y/n). We belong together and finally you see it too!"~
"Vohahahahahaha! Who wants to be the queen of the pirates, when you can be the queen of the world?! Let's conquer the world together and be my queen."~
“Don't listen to them, those are foolish thoughts. You're better off in the Marine by my side. Together we can change the world. You and me together, forever.”~
Notes: This is the second part of my first Scream fanfiction! Huge thank you to @xxunknownlywritorxx who brought me the idea! I hope you like it!
Part One
Trigger Warnings: yandere themes, drugging, puking, murder, description of blood and gore, gaslighting, manipulation, reader is mental unstable
The throbbing pain in your head causes your (e/c) coloured eyes to open. Your vision is still blurred, but you could slowly feel how your eyes are adjusting to the bright light of the bulb. Where am I? The last thing you remember was the moment where your friend was murdered right before your eyes. (B/n).... Shocked and full of fear, you pull yourself up as your eyes take in the new surroundings. You find yourself in a relatively small room. The huge princess bed with its headboard against the wall is the only exciting thing in this new dreary room. Well, that's not entirely true. You also notice a door at the end of the bed, which probably leads into the building. There is another door next to the bed. Just as you are about to get out of bed to explore the mysterious door, you could feel something heavy on your ankle.
Pure panic overwhelms you as you carefully look down. The heavy, silver shackles were almost impossible to ignore. Suddenly, you start to cry, tears streaming down your face, as fear overpowers you. Where the hell are you!? That's definitely not your room! Your whole body trembles as you suddenly lose your balance and plop back down onto the soft bed. It feels like a god damn nightmare has come true. Your eyes close immediately as you pray over and over again that this is a dream. It had to be, a simple dream nothing more and nothing less! In the end, you would wake up with (B/f) and the two of you would start your usual daily routine. But no matter how tightly you squeezed your eyes shut, nothing changed.
Hopeless, you pull the soft, silk blanket toward you as you wrap yourself in it. In the background, you could hear several loud voices, which frightens you even more. “How much chloroform did you give her? I told you not to use more than three drops.” , “I did what you told, Mickey. I didn't know that (Y/n) would be unconscious for several days. She will wake up again.” , “I sincerely hope for your fucking sake, Charlie, otherwise you will pay for it.”
“Stop it both of you!” interrupts another new voice. You could swear you know it from somewhere. “It doesn't matter if she sleeps through the night or soon wakes up. She is with us and she will wake up.” , “Hopefully.” The previously voices fall into immediatly silence. You let out a small sigh of relief as you continue to stare at the bare white wall. I have to get out of here as quickly as possible! Just as you are about to get up again, you hear the creaking sound of the door handle. All your thoughts search for a possible, fast way out. But before the other door could cross your mind, it's already too late. “Hey guys, she's awake.” A male, raspy voice shouts. Another wave of panic spreads through you, as you don't dare to look at the door. Instead, you stare at the wall, your hands clinging tightly to the bedsheet. Maybe, just maybe they will leave you alone.
“Aww, look at that! Is our sleepy princess finally awake?~” The kidnapper's mocking voice lets you tremble again. Slowly, you squeeze your eyes shut. Once more a foolish try to escape in your perfect little fantasy world. But before you can even begin to do so, another new voice speaks up. “Don't be so scared (Y/n). We're not going to hurt you.” As you stay quite, the atmosphere in the room becomes darker, more dangerously. So as if someone puts a blade at your throat and waits to finally cut it. "It's all your fault. Not ours. You had us, and yet you chose a wannabe horror fan who doesn't even know the difference between Stab two and three. Come on, (Y/n) We know that you can better than that!“ , ”You betrayed us, darling, and yet you expect us to just forgive you? That's not fair, is it?"
“No, definitely not, Billy. But we will forgive you anyway, and do you know why?” You still show little to no emotion, this was pure insanity. Nothing that is happening right now makes sense, and yet it terrifies you. “Because we are made for each other.” You notice the mattress is sinking as someone sits down next to you. The stranger's fingers gently slide through your (h/c) hair. An action that makes you open your eyes involuntarily. Suddenly, six men you know all too well step forward. How the hell is this possible?! “Whats the matter (Y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost.”
A sadistic wide smile spreads across Billy's mocking face, and Stu, who stands next to him, can't help but let out a loud, spiteful laugh. “Surprise (Y/n)!” , “You didn't see that coming, did you? But you should know the rules...” , “They always come back.” Richie and Mickey agree. “You know what's even funnier? The news thinks you're the murderer. You should have seen the article.” Charlie laughs, as his hungry eyes never leave yours. Shocked by what the killer just told you, you stare at the floor in horror. That can't be true! It simply can't! "Well, what a shame. Looks like you have nowhere else to go. Poor thing.“ Roman's pitying voice drives you slowly but surley crazy. If you didn't know better, you would never believed him. But you know these men standing in front of you well, very well, and even though this still seems like a bad joke, you know they're not to be trifled with. ”Hey, don't be sad. You belong to us now.~" Ethan's kind words, didn't help you either. On the contrary, it worried you even more.
Shocked from the whole situation, you couldn't utter a single word out. Even if you wanted to, you body won't let you. The realization that you are completely helpless terrefies you so much, that you almost cired again. “I'm slowly getting fed up. Either you talk now, or we'll slit your fucking family's throats, understand?”
~~~
The days passed slowly. You still can't believe what just happened. You've been captured and imprisoned by characters who shouldn't even exist. Who the hell is ever going to believe you? That is, if you ever manage to escape. You sit on your bed, nervously biting your fingernails. Just as you're about to lie down and take a nap, you hear the familiar sound of the door handle opening once again. You didn't really want to look to see which of your kidnappers it was this time, but when you smell the delicious aroma of food, your stomach starts to growl. “Hey (Y/n). We have food for you. If I remember correctly, this was your favorite dish.” You don't need to look to know who it is. Ethan. You would recognize that unassuming voice anywhere.
The man places the food on the floor as he glances at your fragile form one last time. “You should eat something, so you don't faint again.” And with these words, the murderer disappears fot your own sake again. As you hear the door slwoly close, you get up and grab the food plate. You know you shouldn't eat anything, it's very foolish and naive. In every god damn horror movie and true crime story, someone gets poisoned but your stomach won't stop growling. Finally, you decide to try a bite of the dish. It actually tastes very good, almost like your mother's cooking. But it has a strange aftertaste, something you can't quite place. Your instincts tell you that something is wrong, and before you have time to think about it twice, you run to the bathroom door and spit out the food.
Your head starts to throb as your throat burns intensely. Tears roll down your cheeks, as you cough a few times. It's not a pleasant feeling, but your mind knows better than that. You weren't stupid, after all, drugs were involved in every kidnapping story. Whatever they put in your food, it certainly wasn't good. Once you're sure everything has left your stomach, you wash your hands and glance briefly at your food. What should I do with it? They can't find out that I'm not eating anything. You bite your lower lip as you think about it for a few minutes.
Finally, you decide to pour the food down the toilet and pretend you ate it. That's probably the easiest solution, but how would you proceed from there? After all, you have to eat... With a small sigh, you sit back down on the bed and stare at the ceiling.
~~~
Several days passed, most of which you spent alone in your room. Something you appreciate very much. But there were days and nights when you were forced to spend time with them. You often watched horror movies together, and you always had to sit in the middle of the couch. The others would then gather around you like a swarm of bees. Most of the time, they would make fun of the slasher's victims, teasing you the whole process. “Aww, such a stupid, naive thing, almost like you (Y/n).” You ignored these taunts as best you could, even though you wanted to do something about it, you didn't dare. Instead, you sat next to Mickey and Roman and kept your mouth shut. Inside, however, you remember and repeat how every single final girl managed to escape the killer. Someday, this information will surely be helpful to you. Or at least you hoped.
“Don't even think about it (Y/n). You'll never be able to do what little Laurie can do. So just be good girl and do what we tell you.” Mickey whispers to you, placing slowly his hand on your thigh. Your (b/s) shaped body immediately flinches, but you keep your eyes on the movie.
Every now and then, you were allowed into the dining room, where you drew sketches on a few sheets of paper. Usually, at least one of the kidnappers sat near you. “Let me see.” Without waiting for an answer, Charlie pulls your sheets out of your hand and carefully looks at your little work of art. “Not bad. But it would look better with blood, don't you think?” You nod in agreement, even though you want to draw anything but blood and murderer.
Sometimes you were allowed to move freely throughout the entire house, and even though you were never really alone, it was a nice change from your otherwise dull room. It also allowed you to memorize every single corner. “Why are you staring at the door like that? Don't tell me our little princess wants to escape,” Stu teases you. “What, no—” you counter, hoping inwardly that this was really just a silly joke and no one noticed anything. The killer suddenly starts laughing loudly, while Billy stares at you with his ice-cold eyes. “It would be pretty stupid of you to try something like that. It's not like you have a chance.” , “I-I know that myself.” You stutter out, as another familiar voice rings out. “So you've thought about it before?” the bespectacled man replies. “No, I swear...” You immediatly look down at the floor, as you bite your underlip. One day you'll manage to finally escape this nightmare.
~~~
Several weeks passed, and every single day you can think of nothing else but your escape. Every evening you don't have to spend time with a Ghostface is your lucky day. Because then you can secretly sharpen the pen , you stole, on the wall. At first, it seemed like a completely stupid idea with no real results. But as you repeat this action for several weeks, you notice how sharp the tip becomed from time to time. A useful weapon that will one day help you get out of here. You just had to wait for the right moment, and when it finally comes, these psychopaths would never see you again.
~~~
One evening, as the sun slowly sets, you spend your time in your cozy bed. You stare intently at the ceiling as you play with the pen in your hand. You already lost track which day it was a long time ago, probably even a few months have passed. With a small sigh, you throw the pen into the air and catch it with ease. Just as you are about to throw it up again, you hear a mumble from the next room. “We've been instructed not to leave her alone under any circumstances. What if she runs away?” , “Come on, Ethan. (Y/n) will be asleep anyways. But if it makes you feel better, we'll check on her.” You immediately hide the pen in the bed rail as you lie down on your side and close your eyes.
The sound of the door handle slowly being opened can be heard as your breathing becomes calmer and calmer. “See, she's asleep. You did put the drugs in her food, didn't you?” The annoyed voice of the man, who looks irritated at his younger brother, echos through. It doesn't take all too long to guess which Ghostface this might be. “Yes, I did.” Richie, who just rolls his eyes, suddenly grabs the ankle cuff that still adorns your ankle. “See that?! Even if she wakes up, she can't go anywhere.” Ethan, who glances at your sleeping body for a while, finally agrees with a simple nod. “Okay, we'll quickly get something to eat and the new Final Destination movie and come right back, so that none of the others notice we're gone.” The older man smiles contentedly as he walks straight out of the room. Ethan, who still stays for a small amount of time in your room, continued to skeptically stare down at you. However, after his older brother calls his name again and again, he also disappears.
After waiting a few seconds until the engine can no longer be heard, you throw the silk blanket directly onto the floor. You grab the pen as you frantically try to pick the lock on your shackles. Your heart starts beating faster with every passing second, this is the final moment you've been waiting far to long for. But it's anything else than easy to open the damn lock with a pen. No matter how many times you try, nothing happens. You start to panic inside. What if all your efforts have been usless? What if you remain trapped here forever? Just as your hope is about to burst, you hear a soft click. The heavy chains fall with a loud crash on the ground.
You take a deep breath in and out, almost unable to believe that it really worked. Without thinking twice, you get up and rush out the door. You look back once when you see a large white T-shirt lying on the sofa. You pull it over your half-naked body as you rush to the window and open it. Immediately, you feel a cold wind gently blowing through your (h/c) hair. Your body flinches reflexively, but instead of getting upset about how cold it is, you're happy about it. After all, it's the first time in a long time that you've been able to breathe fresh air and feel some coldness that runs over your spines.
You carefully climb out of the window as your feet slowly but surely touch the ground. The feeling of touching grass again for the first time is indescribable. For a brief moment, you enjoy the fresh air as the full moon provides enough light for you to see everything around you. You are in a forest, far away from civilization. Sometimes you can hear the hooting of owls watching you from a tree. But no human soul could be spotted near you. You shake your head as you immediately start running. You don't know the direction, but you follow the wide road that leads the forest. As long as you keep moving, you have a better chance of escaping, so you keep running. A large, bright sign catches your (e/c) eyes. “Town 3 km away.”
~~~
“See, we weren't gone too long.” The Stab fan gets out of the car, slamming the door loudly. His brother follows him, taking the bag of food, letting out a small sigh. “I hope no one noticed. You know how they can be.” The man takes the front door key out of his pants pocket as he opens the door. Just as he is about to put the bag on the table, he notices the open window. “FUCK! Richie, did you leave the window open?” Ethan shouts hysterical. “No, I didn't...” Before the older brother can continue to speak, he storms into the bedroom, but the only thing that greets him is the loose ankle cuff lying on the floor. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ethan, who also storms into the room, looks incredulously at the empty bed. “I knew it! I knew it was a fucking stupid idea to leave her alone. Damn it, Richie, they're going to kill us!”
“She can't have gone far, we'll find her.” , “We should still call the others before we make things worse.” The brothers look at each other as they nod in agreemend. Richie walks into the living room and grabs the phone. Meanwhile, Ethan continues to glance around the room. After a short while, he finally finds the mysterious pen weapon. A small smile forms on his lips. You weren't as stupid as they thought you were. “Clever thing.” he mutters.
“Yes? What is it?” the murderer replies, annoyed. “When it comes to food again—”
“No, that's not the issue, Roman. We may have a minor problem, but we'll resolve it, so there's no need to worry.”
"What exactly is the problem?" Richie knew exactly that Roman was not to be trifled with and still he needed his help.
"(Y/n) managed to escape-"
"How cold that happen?!"
“We were only gone for a short while—”
Roman interrupts him again, whereby he sounds calmer than expected. “I'll contact the others.” And with that, he ends the call. “That didn't go too badly,” Richie whispers, more to himself than anyone else, as he puts the phone back on the table.
~~~
You can't remember how long you've been running. Your legs ache from all the steps you've taken, your body is shivering, but you have to stay strong. At least that's what you keep telling yourself. When you finally reach the end of the forest, you are greeted by many bright, neon lights. It seems you've made it—you've arrived in a big city! A triumphant smile spreads across your lips as you take a quick breath. After a short rest, you continue running.
When you arrive in the city, you notice a striking number of people in costumes. They are all wearing horror-themed clothings and creepy make-up. As you glance around a little further, you notice a huge colorful poster with large red letters that say “Halloween Party at Williamstreet 10.” Was it already Halloween? Have you been locked up that long?! Shit... Inside, you still can't believe it's been months. Has your sense of time really slipped away like that? You shake your head as you carefully make your way past the celebrating crowd.
Your feet carry you to a subway station, and even though every step is another ordeal, you can almost feel your freedom back. Soon... You decide to lean against the wall as you think about your next steps. Do they already know I'm gone? Hopefully not, that gives me more time. Just as you're about to stretch, you notice several people standing around you in Ghostface costumes. Shocked by what you see, you suddenly start to cry. You just can't hold back your tears any longer, the fear of them finding you is too big. What if it's them? But none of these costumed people seem to know you at all. Instead, they stand with their friends on the platform, chatting and laughing about some stupid jokes.
God, how you hated Halloween. As you keep peering at one of the Ghostfaces, you are suddenly struck by several images that you thought are long forgotten. Several pictures crossing your mind of how they forced you to hurt others. You were wearing one of those fucking Ghostface costumes too. The voices of these psychopaths wrestle over and over again in your head. It was like a tragic melody that would never end.
"Kill him!~"
"Aww are you scread, princess?~"
"You can do it (Y/n)! Just stab him.”
"I know that you want to kill him too! Just do it."
"Come on, sweetie. I´m getting impatient..."
“If you don't kill him, I'll make sure that all the people you love die. Maybe they'll serve as new Stab material.”
"Do it. Now."
Filled with pure terror and fear, you had no other choice but to plunge the metal blade into the innocent high schooler's chest. You can still remember the man's screaming, almost pleading face as he begged you to stop. The tears running from his guiltless brown eyes, the stare that condemns you. So as if you were a psychopath too, who enjoys it. He was probably right, you are a monster, and it's all because of them. There is blood on your hands, something that will haunt you for the rest of your life.
“See, it wasn't that hard.”
“Stop crying, you're being overdramatic.”
Abruptly you get torn out from your dark, cruel memories when the loud announcement from the information system brings you back to reality. "Track 2, the train is arriving. All passengers please board.“ You quickly wipe away your tears as you whisper a quiet ”I'm sorry." You know that it wasn't enough punishment for you, no you deserve more than that, but at that moment it was the only thing you could do. If you went to the police, no one would believe you.
You sigh as you squeeze yourself into the train. You immediately hold on to a rod as you stare out the window. The decorated houses filled with ghosts and pumpkins make you smile again. If you weren't on the run, you maybe would have dressed up too. “Wow, your costume looks so real.”
Huh? You glance around when you notice someone in a Leatherface costume standing beside you. Somewhat awkwardly, you just nod. “Thanks.” You totally forgot that your whole body is covered with scars and dried blood. All wounds you sustained while fleeing. “What are you going as?” The stranger asks. “As Final Girl.” The Texas Chainsaw Massacre fan lets out another “Wow” as he turns back to his friends. It's for his own sake, after all, you don't want to drag any innocent people into this.
It doesn't take too long as the train finally stops at the last station, from where you can take the bus to another city. I can sleep in a motel or maybe a hotel, I'll find something. You tell yourself optimistically as you carefully get off the train and walk up the stairs. So far, everything is going according to plan! When you reach the surface, you quickly cross the street as you walk through several alleys. Every now and then, you encounter a few drunk teenagers, but they don't even notice you. Instead, your focus lies on the bus. You quickly make your way through another quiet alleyway, enjoying the peace and calmness. But you also know that this was never a good sign. You decide to keep running without looking back. They can't have found you, after all, you're trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
After a while, you end up in another small forest area. Everything around you is covered in pure darkness, and not even the bright light of the moon can help you. Even though this place would be a death sentence in any horror movie, you ultimately have no choice. After all, it's the only bus that can take you to the next town, even if that means walking through another creepy forest. So you keep walking, the soft wind rustling gently through the leaves. The almost scary sound brings you to shiver again, as you continue to go.
As you stare around, you notice the even creepier outlines of the trees. Was someone watching you? You shake your head as you continue along the narrow path. From a distance, you can already see a small wooden hut. That's it! The flickering lights and familiar sign are impossible to miss. Full of joy, you sprint to the hut with your last ounce of strength. Even though this spooky place terrifies you, you have to stay brave. At least that's what you keep telling yourself over again and again. When you finally arrive, you sit down on one of the benches. You slowly take a deep breathe in and out as you rub your hands together. Only now you feel how cold it really is. Hopefully you won't freeze to death.
Shivering, you glance to the empty street, hoping to see the bright headlights of the bus. Nothing. Impatiently, you stamp your foot on the ground when you suddenly recognize an all-too-familiar dark costume. The slasher stands next to the flickering lamp, tilting his head. “No...” you whisper as you immediately stand up. The Ghostface just stares at you as he waves. You were about to scream and run for your god damn life when the man suddenly takes off his mask.
“Hey, sorry if I scared you. I didn't mean to!-” But before the stranger can say another word, a sharp knife slides his throat. Blood gushes as he falls to the ground. The men reaches his trembling hands to the unstoppable wound, trying to breathe as much air as possible. A helpless attempt to stay alive. “H-help me.” he stutters as his hand graps you. A large pool of blood forms beneath him, his eyes looking at you imploringly. You wanted to do something, help him but you can't move. Too shocked by what just happened, you stare in horror at the other Ghostface behind him. He hums a song as he cleans his blade. “You gave us a fucking long chase.” The familiar high pitched voice makes you tremble in terror. Slowly, you take a few steps back, unable to take your eyes off him. “No...No this can't be. Stay away from me!” you scream as you move further away from the killer.
“Oh, you silly thing. Did you really think you can escape us? Atleast, I have to give you credit for one thing (Y/n), you acted smarter than most of the victims. Congratulations.” The man takes several steps toward you. “You have a choice: either you come with us voluntarily and your punishment won't be too bad...” He takes a few more steps closer to you. “Or we'll chase you through the whole forest and drag you to the basement. So what will it be?”
Just as you are about to turn around, and run away you bump into another Ghostface. “So, answer two. What a shame. I thought you were smarter than that.” Before you can do anything else, you feel a sharp pain in your head. Dizziness overwhelms you as everything around you slowly fades away.
Yandere Frank Castle x female reader x Yandere Matt Murdock
Trigger warning: kidnapping, Yandere themes, mention of gun use
Notes: Just a small idea I had a while ago. I hope you enjoy it!
„You should tie her up.“ an unknown voice speaks up. „I already told you I‘m not going to do that.“ Another voice, which you’re equally unable to identify replies. What the hell?! Where am I? You think to yourself, as you slowly open your (e/c) colored eyes. Only now you can feel a piercing pain that runs through your limbs, dizziness overwhelms you as you struggle not to faint again. „But it’s necessary. I know that doesn’t fit in your perfect little fairytale but sometimes the unpleasant is essential.“ , „We won’t need that, Frank.“ The loud argument between the two strangers is impossible to ignore, even if you already tried it several times. „I will remind you of that if your plan doesn’t work out.“
The almost delicious smell of freshly prepared food roams through the room. Every now and then you can hear someone cutting something, probably vegetables. Curiosity is tugging at your nerves, but your fear is stronger. As long as you don’t know where you are, it’s better to stay calm. Don’t draw any attention - at least that’s what they tell in every god damn true crime podcast. Lost in your own dark thoughts you notice your stomach starts to growl. Your instinctively bite your lip as somebody sits down next to you. Shit.
„Hey sweetheart you’re finally awake. I thought you never wake up.~“ The affectionate words causes you to slowly look at the stranger. Immediately, you are greeted with an almost perfect, charming smile. The man wears distinctive red glasses and an elegant suit, as he holds a cane in his hand. Completely shocked, your heart starts to beat faster and faster, anxiety runs through your mind and before you can even think about anything else you let out a loud scream. Your body quickly moves to the other end of the couch, as you try your best to not scream again. „S-Stay away from me!“ you tremble.
„There you go.“ The other man responds almost as if he already saw your reaction coming. Your (e/c) eyes slowly turns to him and unlike his companion, he wears dark clothes that reminds you of military attire. At least he pays no attention to you, instead he continues to chop tomatoes from the kitchen counter. But something tells you that he finds the situation amusing. „Don’t be afraid (Y/n), we won’t hurt you.“ The gentle voice of the lawyer does not improve the situation much. His words are like wind, any psychopath would say that. Confusion is written all over your face, as you frantically watch your two kidnappers. God what are they planning?
Matt lets out a small sigh as he continues his sentence. „I understand that this seems strange, but let me explain. It’s not what you thinking.“ , „I don’t need your explanation, just let me go home!“ you say angrily. Is this some kind of bad joke you can’t understand?! Frank who decided to step in, turns around and leans himself against the counter. He reaches for a towel, as he cleans his hands, his eyes staring directly into your soul. Something that only makes your fear even worse. If looks could kill you’d be dead now. „Listen, I really don’t care if you’re upset. Yell so much you want, it won’t change anything. You’re going to stay here and live with it, understood?“
Every idiot could tell that his words weren’t just threats, you immediately regret your words from before as you decide to stay quite. „Great, now you scared her even more.“ , „That again?“ Once again, the vigilantes start arguing. Matt gets up from the couch as he walks over to the antihero who takes care of the food. „I said I have a plan.“ , „Your plan which involves to love bomb her? And then what?! Have a perfect love life as if nothing had happened? Matt, face the facts, we’ve kidnapped an innocent woman, there’s nothing nice to say about it. She will always be afraid of us, but I can live with that as longs as she is safe.“
At some point you had enough of their discussion, your mind switched off as you decide to take a closer look at the room you are forced to stay in. Your thoughts slowly wander to your family and friends. Are they worried? Have they noticed that you’re not there? Maybe they’ve alerted the police… With a small sigh, you stare at a shelf with a few dusty books on it. Next to it is a small dried up plant, your gaze start to wander again as suddenly something catches your eye. Upon close inspection, you notice a pistol. For a small moment of time, you can hardly believe that this is true. Is this a sign? Your sign to escape this mess?
If you manage to get your hands on it you could make it. One last time you glance at the two men’s, they still seem to argue. A small smile spreads on your lips, as you breath one last time in and out. Now nor never. You motivate yourself, as you slowly stand up from the couch, your feet creep cautiously across the laminate flooring. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, your heart beats faster and faster. Step by step you walk to the shelf, when you suddenly cross unexpected eye contact with the man in the suit. Did he hear me?! Matt is about to say something, as you don’t need to think twice. Immediately you run to the shelf and grab the black gun.
You aim at the two, as you try to your best to keep focus. Focus on your escape. Focus on breaking out of here. „Let me go now or I’ll shoot!“ You say as seriously as possible, even if your body starts to tremble again. I can make it. The vigilantes only stare at you, emotionless, so as if they didn’t mind that you point a gun at them. It’s quit - too quit. The only thing you can hear is your own heavy breathing. Something is definitely wrong - they should be afraid - they should scream. But no..nothing. Not even a single glint of fright in their faces. Matt turns to his partner as he utters an angry „I told you to not leave your guns lying around here.“ Frank rolls annoyed his eyes as he keeps staring at you. „Sorry, didn’t think that miss courageous actually had the nuts to pull it off.“
What the hell? Are they really ignoring the weapon your holding in your hands? Another awkward silence descends, but this time you could see that Daredevil takes a few steps towards you. „Put the gun down (Y/n). I don’t want to hurt you, so please put it down and we will talk about it.“ , „There is nothing to talk to, I w-want to go home.“ You stutter as your hands start to shake. „I swear I-I will shoot.“ , „See I told you that this would happened, but you had to play the hero again.“ The Punisher also walks a few steps towards you, his monoton face that you can’t decipher causes your fear to grow. „We both know that you won’t pull the trigger (Y/n). You have two options now, put the fucking gun down and I’ll overlook your little vigilante action, or I will take it with force from you. And believe me I’m not as merciful as he is.“
Your previous confidence disappears in less than a second, your whole body starts to tremble. „one“ The veteran suddenly starts counting, something that makes you feel even more uneasy. „Come on (Y/n), we really don’t want to hurt you. Just lay the gun down.“ A metallic taste spreads across your tongue, as you bit your lip again and again. „two“ At this point you can’t even hold the pistol properly, instead you’re a frightening mess. You instinctively shut your eyes as you press the gun into Matt’s hand. He immediately hand the weapon to Frank, as his charming smile returns. The veteran removes the ammunition as the loud sound of cartridges hitting the ground brings you back to the cruel reality. „See wasn’t that fucking hard.“ , „Frank she-“ , „Oh stop it now, you had your chance with your amazing plan and it didn’t work out. So we do it now my way.“
You should try to run away, run as fast as possible, but you can’t. You don’t know where you are, and these two don’t give the impression that they’ve let you go so easily. Instead, you stand there like a deer searching for his mother. „I will get the chains. I’m tired of this shit.“ Frank moves to another room as you turn to Matt. Your (e/c) eyes are filled with fear and anxiety, you body keeps shaking and your heart won’t stop pounding. „Please..“ , „It’s fine sweetheart you get used to it. One day you will understand it.“
Impatiently your fingers tip on the table, your (e/c) eyes staring intently at the bright computer screen before you. It is finally Saturday and you didn't know what to do. Some of your classmates were throwing a party, probably with lots of alcohol and drugs. You had been invited too, but you didn't really feel like going. Why should you? You'd prefered to stay at home and watch some good old trash horror movie. With a small sigh, you check your favorite indie game website, itch.io, hoping they might have an interesting game worth playing. At least it should be enough to get you through the weekend.
Bored, you scroll down with your mouse, as several new games catch your eye. However, none of them really grab your interest. Just as you are about to give up hope, a familiar masked figure pops up. Upon closer inspection, you notice that the game has the iconic red lettering. “Scream: Love or Death?” Intrigued by what you've just seen, you click eagerly on the game as you start to read the description.
"Are you also a huge Scream fan? Would you like to chat with your favorite characters? Maybe even one of them will fall in love with you. But be warned, not everyone has good intentions.
!!! This game is a dating simulator and it´s not intended to reflect the reality. Nevertheless, I hope that I can help someone to become a little more open-minded! There may be some bugs, as I am still working on the game, but I hope you still enjoy playing it. !!!"
Sounds interesting. You weren't really the best person when it came to simple communication, most of the time, you even had difficulty holding a normal conversation. At some point in your life, you got used to being alone, but the feeling of loneliness still gnaws at you. Maybe this game could really help you to become at least a little more open. So you didn't need to think twice before clicking on the download button. You wait and wait for the minutes to pass so that you can finally play the game. After a while though, you decide to get up from your chair and get yourself a drink. As you return to your all-too-familiar little room, the game has finished his download.
You rush to your seat, which causes that you almost fall down. You decide to calm down for a moment and take a deep breath as you slowly but surley start the game. Immediately, you are greeted by an almost incongruously cheerful screen. The huge highschool, built of red-orange bricks, stands out to you. Woodsboro High School. In the background, you can hear the sounds of students talking, probably going about their daily school routines. With a cheerful smile, you click on the Start Game icon. However, before you can start, a pop-up window appears. “Please enter your name.” Since you didn't know whether to use your real name or a fake one, you decide to take your gamertag. That was probably the easiest option anyway. As you enter (g/t), a beautiful, hand-drawn background image of the long corridors of the high school immediately flashes up.
As you take a closer look, you notice small details, such as a 1996 yearbook of the characters, that stands on a locker. You can hardly believe that you were able to play such a beautiful game without spending any money. Before you can fall further in love with the game's graphics, you are greeted by a brown-haired man with striking blue eyes. His broad grin almost creeps you out if you wouldn´t already know who this character was. Randy Meeks. One of your absolute favorite characters from the entire film series.
???: "You are the new student (g/t), right? I´m Randy. I'm supposed to show you the school. I hope you're ready for a lot of unnecessary information."
Just when you thought the story would simply continue, another text box appears. (You can always write your answer yourself. But be warned, each one could have consequences!) Surprised by what you just read, you write a simple “I didn't expect anything else” as the story continues. And indeed, what Randy told you was very informative, yet you still had a lot of fun. You felt that the art style improved from scene to scene, and you kept noticing more details with every closer look. As you spend more minutes with Randy, you notice a little pink heart with a number 1 inside it appearing behind his name. A small text appears. (depending on how much and, above all, how you interact with the characters, you start to build a friendship which can result into a realationship.)
Cute. You think to yourself, as the conversation gets suddenly interupted by two people.
???: "Look who we have here!~ If that´s not our horror movie freak?"
Two figures, almost perfectly portraied, slowly appearing on the screen. One of them is wearing a white T-shirt, but what strikes you most are his ice-cold, murderous eyes that stare into your soul. The other one, standing next to Randy, is wearing an orange knit sweater, as his grin was wider than any smile you've ever seen before.
Randy: "Billy. Stuart. It´s always a pleasure to meet you."
Stu: "Aww c´mon don´t be like that. Who you got there? I don´t think that I have seen this person before."
Another empty text box pops up, as you type without any hesitation. “Yep, I'm the new student here. My name is (g/t), and I guess you must be Stuart.”
Billy: "Looks like the self-proclaimed horror expert beat us to it."
The three suddenly get into a heated discussion, as another small text flashes up. (You can decide for yourself whether you want to say something or just observe. Sometimes it´s better to stay quite.) After a short amount of time you decide to intervene by responding with a silly question. Maybe it would help to move the story along. “You guys like horror movies, right?” Pink hearts appear behind the names Stuart and Billy as the three of them finally give you their full attention again. You let out another sigh as you continue to interact with them.
~~~
After spending some time with them, you click your way through the long halls. Sometimes you notice a few familiar faces from other movies, but you don't spend much time with them. It's not that you don't want to, it's just that you find it extremely difficult to hold a normal conversation. Most of the time, you listen to the discussion without saying anything. Maybe that's for the best. Calmly, you continue clicking as a special door, who lights slightly up, catches your eye. You read the printed sign “Theater” as you enter the room. You are greeted by a wide stage, where a few mannequins wear some lore accurate Ghostface costumes. Once again, you are surprised by the detailed drawing, it feels so real. Just as you are about to glance around further, a text box pops up as two unknown shadows begin to speak.
???: "Listen Richie, I´m not interested in filming another trash horror movie. I want something better than that."
Richie: "But we can make it better. We will film the best Stab movie, with real murders so that no one will forget it. I can help you with it Roman!"
Roman: "I already told you I´m not interested. I want to try something else, maybe a romantic comedy movie would be nice."
For a brief moment of time, you didn't know whether to intervene their speaking or leave it alone. The previously dark silhouettes now slowly take on color. Roman, wearing his usual glasses, sits on a director's chair, while Richi stands next to him with his arms crossed. After a few moment's pass, you decide to intervene. Even though it's probably really naive to talk to the murderers, you couldn't help but respond. "Maybe you can do both. There are some romantic movies where blood is shed. Who says you can't combine this genres?"
You're surprised that hearts are popping up besides their names too. Why did it work so quickly by them, but nothing happens when you talk with the normal people? Sighing, you continue reading the text, hoping inwardly that this is the right path to go. Probably not, but I can always start a new load.
Roman: "This is not a bad idea, I will think about it."
Richie: "What´s your name by the way?"
"(g/t)"
~~~
After spending even more hours with the two iconic murderers, you couldn't close the game. It was already late, the sun had long set down, and the only light illuminating your dark room was the harsh flash of your PC. Still, you wanted to explore the school further, it was almost as if you had no choice but to keep playing. You continue to click through the school hall, as you suddenly notice three silhouettes. You only wanted to glance at the classrooms, maybe discover some secrets and continue with the story the next day, and yet curiosity gnaws at you. You click on the three shadow figures, as you immediately get thrown into another conversation.
???: "Did I understand correctly that you think the sequel of the Stab movies is better than the original film?"
???: "Yes, you´ve heard right, Charlie. I prefer the sequel more than the original one and you know why? The effects look even better than the predecessor, and don't let me talk about the murders. Everything in this movie is great, and you can´t convience me otherwise."
Charlie: "Everyone knows that the first one will always be the best one, am I right Ethan?"
Ethan: "Huh...? Oh yeah I guess so. But honestly I prefer the remake, it´s far more brutal than the other ones and the fact that the murder uses a gun, instead of sticking to the knife as his only weapon makes it a lot more exciting."
???: "...Why don´t we ask our listener what she thinks about it. Which Stab film do you think is the best?"
Surprised that you were addressed directly, you had to think for a moment. Which Scream film did you prefer? Actually, each film had its own charm, and yet you didn't know how to respond to the question. You start to bite your lower lip when you notice how all three characters gain their color back. Each of them was drawed so well that it was almost eerie. Ethan, who almost overwhelms you with his innocent smile, Charlie who impatiently crosses his arms and almost looks annoyed at you, and then Mickey who just tilts his head and waits for your response.
"I think each of you has a good point! Of course, the original is the reason there is a sequel movie and a possible remake. A remake that uses a different way to convay the story provides a nice change of pace. I think you're all right."
Mickey: "Good answer for a newbie."
It no longer surprised you that more pink hearts appeared behind the killer names, you almost expected it. Even though it felt strange to have a good response so quickly, you were still happy about it. Why couldn't it be so easy in real life too? With a small sigh you continue to chat with them.
~~~
It's been a few weeks and you just couldn't stop playing this game. Most of the time, you come home from your boring everyday life and the first thing you do is starting your PC. It was like an addiction you couldn´t stop. You had spent way too much time leveling up all the killers to the highest relationship level. Something what was quite questionable, and yet you had the feeling that they understood you. Besides, the game was the reason you finally managed to talk and actually date someone. Because you had many different and always new conversations, it was a lot easier for you to talk to real people. You were just grateful that you now met someone who really liked you, the way you are and who also shared your passion for horror movies.
As you continue clicking on the menu to view your relationship levels, you noticed that all the hearts of the Ghostface killers were red. The pink had disappeared and was replaced by a piercing shade of red. The red dripped down, so as if it were a real blood splatter. A nice little touch. With a small smile on your lips, you take a screenshot of it. You decide to post the screenshot on an indie game subreddit, maybe someone could relate to you. Beneath the image, you quickly write some simple text. "I spent way too much time on this game lol. But hey, I'm still alive hehe. :)"
Just as you were about to make yourself something to eat, a private message pops up.
"Hello, I'm the developer of the game. I'm glad you're having so much fun with it. It´s weird that you are able to interact that much with the killers, it wasn´t an intendet mechanic. Please provide me screenshots or copy of your save file so that I can look into it! I will provide you a new patch as soon I´m able to fix the bug."
Confused by what you're reading, you remember that this was pointed out before. Even if ithurted you that the game should not have had this possibility, you still send him the save files.
"Here they are. Nonetheless, the game has helped me a lot and I can hardly wait to play the finished version! :3"
"Thats great! I´m working hard to get the final version out as possible. If you notice anything strange, please send me a message."
"Of course."
You close Reddit as your attention lays on the simulator again. Just as you are about to chat with Billy and Ethan, a loud noise rings out in your room. Surprised, you glance at your phone which starts to light up. Immediatly you recognize the all-too-familiar ringtone. “(B/f)” Your hand aprubtly reaches for the phone as you hastily answer. “H-hey (B/f),” you stammer as you hear a little laughter.
"Hello, sweetie. I wanted to ask if you would like to go to the cinema with me? The new Terrefier movie aired and I thought you might be interested? I heard it should be very gory."
Suddenly, your heart starts beating wildly. Was that really real? Your cheeks flush as you almost let out a little cry of joy. You just couldn't help yourself, no one ever showed much interest in you before. You notice that you're body slowly gets warmer. Oh my God, are you in love?
“Earth to (Y/n)...... Helloooooo?”
"Yes..! Y-Yes of course." You shout out joyfully.
"Then it's settled, I'll pick you up in an hour! See you then."
Nervously, you jump up from your chair as you rush to your wardrobe. Did you even have anything appropriate to wear? But what was appropriate to wear in a slasher movie? Overwhelmed by what´s happening, you look in your closet, as you grab your favorite clothes and rush into the bathroom. I hope this will be fine. A few minutes passed and you are finally finished, you quickly put on your shoes as you put your wallet and keys in your jacket. The sound of a horn honking in the distance can be heard. You take one last glance in the mirror as you fix your (h/c) hair. You got this. Just as you are about to rush out the front door, you hear a strange noise. Almost like a breathing. It was probably your computer going into sleep mode. You shake your head as you close the door and head off to your date.
What you didn´t see was that the faces of the killers turned bitter. Almost as if they were angry. Slowly the PC starts to glitch, several flickering images appear all at once, and the breathing noise grew louder. The masked figure appears, staring into the void. So, as if he were looking for a certain someone. After a few seconds, the PC flickers again and crashes.
~~~
"I really enjoyed our evening together, (Y/n). I hope we can do this again.“ The gentle smile of the man who walks you to your front door almost makes you melt. You feel like a little girl again, who receives a compliment for the first time. ”Sure, and thanks for driving me home.“, ”Oh, it was nothing. Anything for my favorite horror lover." Giggling, you rummage around for your keys. As you feel the cold metal in your hand, you immeadiatly pull it out. You turn toward the brown door, your cheeks start to blush again. Hopefully he won't notice it. “Well, see you tomorrow?”, “Definitely.”
Now that you've finally arrived back home, you take off your shoes and jacket. As you walk in your room, you turn your PC on. Slowly, you sit down on your chair, grabbing a bag of chips that lays on the table. No matter how hard you try to think about something else, you just can't. (B/f) was so perfect, his sweet smile, his beautiful eyes, and above all his sense of humor. The thought of you two getting along so well makes you heart beating faster. God, you really were like a little girl. However, you were thrown off your thoughts when you hear the all-too-familiar sound of your PC finally booting up. You immediately click on the simulator, while your other hand fishes a few chips out of the bag.
As the game loads, you notice something strange. Usually, you are greeted by the background noises of students who where walking down the hallway, but this time it´s completly silent. The screen flickers a few times, which makes you skeptical. Did the game crash? Just as you are about to reload, you are greeted by the familiar loading screen. The previously white lettering is now red. As you press the Load Game button, you are greeted by an empty hallway. There are no students in sight, not even a teacher or at least one face from the franchise. No one. You continue to click around when you notice something disturbing. The empty hallway becomes redder with every click. So, as if it were blood. Just as you are about to click on the pool, you hear a loud, piercing woman's scream. Immediately, the PC flickers again, as Ghostface's cold face appears.
The almost threatening breathing of the murderer sets you in a state of shock. A small scream escapes your lips as you immediately close the game. Stunned by what just happened, you decide to leave it alone. After all, it was probably just another bug that hadn't been fixed yet. Besides, things were going so well with (B/f) that you didn't really need a dating simulator anymore. Even though the game was great, it's probably for the best to let the developer finish his work.
~~~
Several weeks passed, and your daily life hadn't changed much. It still felt boring, and wiry but there was one person who stood by you during this dark time. Your now official boyfriend was the best thing that could have happened to you. You often did things together, like watching movies, going to the cinema or even visit some partys. Something you would not have dared to do before. Nevertheless, not everything was as perfect as it seemed.
For several weeks, you felt as someone was watching you. It didn't matter whether you were at school or at close doors. Even when you were out with (B/f), the feeling of being stalked and constantly stared at gnawes at you. Every single step you took was accompanied by the horrible feeling of being watched. It even got to the point where you called the police, but they either didn't take you seriously or just laughed about it. Out of sheer fear, you couldn't even sleep properly. Your instincts keep waking you up, almost as if it screams at you that something was wrong.
But unfortunately, no one believed you. Your classmates had already labeled you as crazy and paranoid. Most of the time, they even made fun of your situation and even going so far and pranking you. Something that made you cry. Your mental state got worse day by day, and at one time you didn't even go to school any longer. Not only because of the people there, but simply because you couldn't stand it.
~~~
Bright moonlight shines through your rusty window, as you curle up in your bed, your (f/c) fluffy blanket covering your whole face. You try to close your eyes to finally get some peace. A big yawn escapes you as your eyelids slowly grow heavy. Just as you are about to get some rest for the first time in a long while, you hear a loud rinning. Annoyed that someone disturbed your sleep, you slowly get up. You stagger to your door, uttering only an angry “Yes?” Another yawn escapes you as you inspect the person in front of you. Your boyfriend, who stares at you with concern, simply replies, "Are you okay, babe? I haven't seen you in a while, and you're not responding to my messages either. I was worried something might have happened."
You immediately open your sleepy (e/c) eyes, your arms lay on your hips as a fake smile appears on your face. “Oh...uhm, I'm fine.” You lie, as your friend just frowns. "You don't look well. Please, let me help you. I don't like seeing you hurt." Surprised by his almost cute response, you let out a small sigh. Deep down, you're really scared that he might think you're crazy too if you told him the truth. Still, you knew better than anyone else that (B/f) wouldn't give up so easily. Ultimately you decide to open the door and gesture with your hand that he may come in.
"Why didn´t you tell me that earlier (Y/n)?" Confused and full of concern, your partner stares at you. He immediately gets up from the old couch to hold your already trembling hand. "I didn´t know how. I was scared that you think I´m crazy...I really don´t want to loose you." Your breath falters as a huge knot forms in your throat. You slowly could feel how your eyes start to water. But before that happens, you feel two arms around you. Immediately, you are pulled into a tight hug as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Oh, babe. I would never leave you I'm here for you, I promise. How about I stay at your place tonight? I could sleep on the sofa.” You look into his bright eyes as you nod in agreement. “That would be great.”
You two spend the whole night talking. It felt good to have someone who listened to you. Even though you still felt strange, you really appreciate that (B/f) is there for you. As you glance at your phone, you notice how late it has gotten. 01:00 pm. With a small smile on your lips, you slowly get up from the cozy sofa. “I hope the bed line is enough for you.” ,“Sure, don´t worry. If you need anything else, you can always wake me up.” You glance over to your boyfriend one last time, as you give him a soft kiss. “Thank you.” (B/n) can't help but smile again, he gently stroke your cheek, as he keep looking into your eyes. “Sleep well cutie.” , “You too.”
Beep...................
............Beep..................
.....................Beep............
The booming sound of your phone echoes through the dark room. Annoyed, you look at the time. 03:01 pm. Immediately you hang up, as you snuggle back under the comfortable blanket. Just as your eyelids start to get heavier again, the loud familiar ringtone chimes once more. You try your best to ignore the pesky ringing, but it didn´t stop. With your remaining last strength, you answer the call, letting out a yawn.
"Hello?" you stammer as you slowly pull yourself together. You carefully get out of the bed, trying to find the light switch.
"Hello, (Y/n)." The distorted voice, which sounds almost as if someone is using a voice changer, frightens you. After a few attempts, you finally find the light switch, as your eyes abruptly squint shut.
"W-Who is there? Is that you (B/f)?"
"Guess again~"
“That's not funny, (B/f)! Stop it.” After your (e/c) eyes have finally adjusted the light, you cautiously open the door, as a loud creaking noise scares you again.
"Oh, it's not funny (Y/n). How about we play a game? The game is called “guess where your boyfriend is.”
“P-please stop.” You beg as you slink into your living room. You immediately turn on the light there too, but the only thing you could see is an empty couch. "(B/f)?"
“Ohhhh, what a shame, you two are so perfect for each other. It's a pity that you will never see him again.”
“Stop it. Please! I beg you, I'll do anything, but please stop it.” Your whole body begins to tremble as you feel your heartbeat start to pound. You quickly search every single room, but you couldn't find him.
“Since you begged so nicely, I'll give you a small hint. Check the balcony.~"
This didn't need to be told twice as you hurriedly sprinted to your balcony door. Since you had no light switch there, you could barely see anything. The only thing your eyes could make out are the shadow outlines of a person. You immediately try to open the door, but it is locked. Slowly, tears begin to form as your hands won't stop shaking. "P-please..what d-do you want?"
"You."
Suddenly, a bright light shines onto the balcony. Your boyfriend, whose hands and legs are tied up in a chair, looks at you with pure fear. “(Y/n)…r-run!!” he shouts. Over and over again, you try to open the damn balcony door, banging and kicking it, but nothing happens. Slowly, two masked figures appear beside (B/f), both wearing long black robes and familiar, almost iconic mask. “W-what? What's happening here?” you whisper to yourself as tears roll down your cheeks. The two Ghostfaces turn toward you, waving at you. "N-no, please..." Your croaky voice echoes across the balcony. But neither of the two masked figures seems surprised.
“This is all your fault (Y/n). You should have known better. But we'll give you a chance. Answer one question correctly and your friend will survive.” You wipe the tears from your face as you try to get your mind as clear as possible. If these psychopaths were inspired by the Scream movies, they would probably ask questions about a horror movie. “A-alright.”
"Do you love us?"
"W-what? What is this for a question?"
"Wrong answer..."
"Wait-" But before you can say anything else, the two disguised killers pull out their knives. Harshly, they stab your screaming boyfriend several times in the body. Over and over again. Blood spurts out of him and slowly flows onto the ground. His agonizing pain filled screams make you kick the door even harder. "(B/F)!" In a few seconds his whole face turns pale, and before he could die, one of the two Ghostfaces grabbed his hair and slowly slit his throat. Liters of blood runs out as his eyes turned milky. The gruesome image of your friend, who now resembles a shashlik skewer rather than a human being, brings you to scream again and again. Your hand is stuck to the window, even though your tears have long since dried.
The two figures turn back to you, as their hans wipes the blood from the blade. Fearfully, you take a few steps back when you bump into something—no, someone. You abruptly turn around as you are greeted by another Ghostface. “Boo!” You let out a loud scream as you push him with all your remaining strength away, and run as fast as possible. You rush down the stairs, as one killer stands at the stairs. “Aww, don't run away, (Y/n). We're not done yet.” You try to ignore his mocking voice as you hastily jump over the railing. The impact is harder than expected, but your body is so filled with adrenaline that you can't feel the pain. “Leave me alone, you psycho,” you shout. As you don't dare to look behind you. Instead, you throw several shelves behind you in hope of warding off the killers. You continue running, as you quickly reach for your front door.
Just as you are about to open it, you notice that it is locked too. You run into the door with full force, screaming for your life. "Help! Help me!!" But before you can act again, you feel a cloth pressed tightly against your throat. “You can't escape, princess.” A pungent, sweet smell fills your nose as your body gets slowly weaker and weaker. Your vision becomes blurry and the last thing you notice is another Ghostface opening your door. “Sleep well.”
We have received a report. Last night, the young man (B/f) (L/n) was brutally murdered. Police officers are still searching for the possible murderer. Meanwhile, his alleged girlfriend (Y/n) (L/n) is missed. She disappeared yesterday evening and has not been found since. The police assume that this was a crime of passion. If you have any information about the missing person, please contact your local police station.
Yandere Frank Morrison (Legion) x female survivor reader x Yandere Danny Johnson (Ghostface)
Notes: Ever since 2vs8 came out, I couldn't help but wonder what these two would do if they liked the same survivor! So, it didn´t took me all too long to decide to finally write something about them. I hope you enjoy the fic.
Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, describtion of murder, blood and gore, stalking
The sudden, yet expected cold wind that blows almost gently through your (h/c) colored hair brings your whole body to shiver. A single blink is already enough to realize exactly where you've been taken once again. The heavy snow that almost makes your feet disappear completly, the fridgid air that takes your breath away, and above all, the cozy wooden hut that was built in the middle of this godforsaken place. Ormond. With a small sigh, you stretch your arms wide out as you slowly but surely move gently through the snow. You're never usually this nervous during matches, but this time it's different. According to your teammates, two killers are now hunting eight survivors down. At first, you couldn't believe that the Entity would allow something so heinous, but Jane's disturbing, almost fearful gestures spoke for themselves. Your friend had never behaved so shocked before, no matter what happened or how bad it got, she stood strong. But this time even she couldn´t control herself. God damn it!! You thought as your (e/c) eyes wander to the bright flames before you.
Your feet carry you almost automatically toward the generator. With another annoyed sigh, you crouch down and begin to repair it with your fingers. It doesn't take long before another survivor crouches down next to your generator. The unmistakable smell of nicotine suggests you that it can only be Bill. You look over at him, and your suspicion is immeadiatly confirmed. His green clothes, which have long lost their colours, are covered in dirt and blood. Despite the miserable situation, he greats you with a small smile. "Don't worry, (Y/n). We will show these bastards, no matter how many there are."
Now a small smile forms on your lips too, somehow, the old man always manages to cheer you up. You turn back to the generator, as an unknown feeling of unease creeping up your spine. If you only had your beloved flashlight right now, you would feel much safer. Unfortunately, you don't have one, but maybe you'll find one in a chest. After all, you're known for taking on killers in chase, but without a flashlight it could be more difficult. Impatient, you start to bite your lower lip, as your fingers run through the diffrent cables. Your thoughts slowly wander off again. Which killers could it be? Could it be the Trapper? Or perhaps Oni? Another unexpected shiver runs down your spine, as you immediately peer behind you...is someone watching you? No one. The only thing your glazed (e/c) eyes can see is the white snow that covers almost everything. Is it just your imagination? Probably. After all, this whole situation is quite strange, even for you, but you have to focus. The faster you work, the sooner you can leave this horrible, far too cold place.
After a short while, the generator is done. The loud, unmistakable sound of the repairs finally being completed brightens the otherwise melancholic atmosphere. You stand up carefully, as you gaze to the veteran. "I told you-" But before the older man can continue his wise words, he is suddenly attacked by a dark figure wearing a white mask. The sharp knife pierces your comrade's back, blood drips onto the ground as your friend begins to grunt. "You bloody bastard!" he curses as Bill runs away. Shit. Immeadiatly, you turn around as well but before you can run into another direction, you hear a small giggle. You start to stare at the familiar killer one last time, as he gently tilts his head. His hand runs over the blood-stained knife.
"Don´t worry, sweetheart. We only need to get rid of these cockroaches and then we will have enough time for you.~" His raspy voice, which sounds even sinister through his mask, frightens you. You never thought that such a monster could actually talk, not that you cared much about it, but still. "Ah..before I forget. Don´t try to escape us ever again, because we will find you and this time you will not be able to run anymore. Understood, sweetheart?"
What the hell?! His obscene, almost gruesome words run over and over through your head. Goosebumps start to form on your body, as a sudden feeling of pure disgust overwhelms you. You don't hesitate any longer, as you immediately run in another direction. After all, you don't want to walk into that psychopath again, at least not without a weapon. The only thing that matters now is getting out of here quickly. God, you really need that bloody flashlight.
As you further sprint through the snow, in hope to find a chest, you are suddenly jarred out of your thoughts by a loud, shrill scream. Instantly, you turn your head towards the source of the noise. Before you can even think through about it, you rush to your suffering comrade. You shake your head one last time, pushing your worried mind aside. I—no, we can do this! You tell yourself as you jump through a window. You land roughly on the ground as you continue running. Fortunately, you can see your friend from afar, her agonising scream is impossible to ignore. It doesn't take too long before you finally reach the cage, the sight still shocks you. The blood gushing from her which slowly turns the white snow red, the smell of death which lays the air. God, how you hate this place. Immediately, your hands grab her waist and with a strong swing, you lift Claudette out of the cage.
"Thank you, (Y/n)" she stammers, as you answer with a small yet comforting smile. "Don´t worry Claudette, we will survive this too." You didn't have to think twice as your hands did their best to treat her huge knife wound. That's probably the only right thing you could do right now. You gently try to wrap the wound with bandages, and even though the stench distracts you from time to time, you focus only on healing your comrade. "Let me guess, Ghostface?" you ask her, but Claudette just shakes her head. "No, it was Legion." Nodding, you continue to treat her wound, unable to suppress a sigh. "Oh, damn... well, your wound should be fine now, be careful though! I don´t want to see you again in this cage." "You too, (Y/n)."
Claudette start to smile, as she sets off and runs to the next generator. You take a deep breath in and out, as you gather all your thoughts together. Ghostface and Legion, then? Huh..a bad combination. You clear your throat once as you shake your head. Even though the situation is miserable, you can do it or at least you hope. After all, you've encountered them many times before and successfully escaped. Why should it be any different now? Suddenly, that uneasy feeling you witnessed before creeps back in. Damn it! Why did Ghostface say such weird things? It doesn´t make any sense! Maybe, he wanted to scare you but on the other hand you never ever heard him speaking before. Was this all just a coincidence? You nervously chew on your lip as you continue moving forward. After all, it's dangerous to stay in the same place for too long.
Your feet, which are no longer visible through the snow, drag you onward. Every now and then you hear more screams in the distance, but whenever you want to rush to their aid, they have already been helped. Just as you spot another generator, you notice the conspicuous hill. If you remember correctly, there was always a chest to find. You don´t think much either as you walk to the small hill. A big smile spreads across your face as your guess turns out to be right. There is indeed an unopened chest there. You immediately crouch down as your fingers gently pick the lock. The loud, creaking sound of the timber could tell that you have successfully unlocked it. Cheerfully, you open the cabinet, as a flashlight catches your eyes. The grey metal glitters in the few rays of sunlight, which almost blinds you.
Hastily, you grab the indirect weapon. Gotcha! Satisfied, you rush down the mount when your (e/c) eyes capture an all-too-familiar scenario. David, who is running away from Legion, leaves a trail of red liquid behind him. Your companion tries his best to get rid of the killer, but before he can run to the next pallet, the teenager brutally stabs him. A short but loud scream could be heard as David falls motionless to the ground. You quickly crouch behind a large rock as you silently observe the trial. I will save you...just wait. The masked killer starts to peer around, but after a short amount of time he decides to grab your friend firmly by the shoulder. But before the entity can get a grip of David, you rush out of your hiding spot.
Your thumb immediately clicks the button, as a familiar bright light shines through the dark eyes of the killer. And before Frank can even proced what's happening, his hands cramps into fists. The previously motionless survivor uses his second chance as he jumps on the ground and sprints towards the pallet. An annoyed cry escapes the murderer as he suddenly glaces at you. He stands still for a silent moment, and just as he is about to turn back to David, you blind him again. After all, you have to make sure your teammate has enough distance. If it means facing the killers from face to face, then so be it. "Tch... you again."
Just as you are about to run away, you feel a strong grip around your arm. "Where do you think you're going, doll? Just because you have a beautiful body and the perfect face doesn't mean I'll forgive you so easily. I'm bored of our endless game of cat and mouse." His words, which sounds from time to time even angrier, send you into another state of shock. "We've been too merciful with you for far too long. If you dare to be so bratty again, I'll make sure your pretty face isn't so perfect anymore. We'll find you (Y/n) and you won´t get away this time. Now run, doll, before I do something I'll regret later."
You didn't have to hear it twice, immediately you break free from the man's grip and run as far away as possible. With every deep breath you take, you could feel your heart beating faster and faster, so as if it were filled with pure adrenaline. The strange words of the two murderers, which you had never really taken seriously before, now render you with increasing fear. What the hell? Is this a sick joke you couldn´t understand?! All of this is slowly becoming too much for you...you really need to escape as quickly as possible.
~~~
How long have you been running now? You've lost track, your thoughts are too preoccupying. Of course, you tried to repair a few generators, but you simply couldn't concentrate. No matter how many times you tried. The feeling that something—no, someone—is watching you got worse and worse. It feels as if there are eyes everywhere, which staring deep into your soul. In the end, you decided it would be better to just keep sprinting and help your comrades. But they're long gone, the entity already got them..Shit.
How many generators are left? Is another survivor here? Questions upon questions rush through your mind as you fell how your (b/s) body is slowly freezing. The coldness goes through your head and you realize that every step is torture for your already shivering legs. It feels as if they are long frozen. You only can dream about the warm flames of the campfire, the bright, glowing fire what is keeping you sane. I will make it, I always do. you tell yourself, your gaze fixed on the ground. Somewhere here the hatch should be, but you can´t remember where it is exactly. You quickly look around as you decide to run into the huge hut, your hands clutching the flashlight tightly. After all, it's the only thing that will keep the killers away from you for a short time.
Suddenly, a cold shiver runs down your spine, your whole body start to twitch. You close your (e/c) eyes as you continue to sprint. You can't give up now! You've outsmarted them both before, and you can do it again. As you cautiously enter the warmer environment, you hear a loud familiar noise. Your eyes immediately widen as you race straight toward the source of the noise. The black fog surrounding the hatch is hard to miss, the warm feeling of relief sneaks up to you. Soon you will be back and see the other survivers again, they will probably tell new stories, something what makes you even more excited.
As the hatch is within your reach, you suddenly notice a masked figure wearing a black leather jacket. You can feel how your daydream shattes in less than a second, as the killer closes your escape route with just one god damn stomp. Abruptly you lift the flashlight and as you are about to turn it on, you feel another hand grab yours. Immediately, the flashlight falls loudly onto the floor and rolls slowly but surely away. You try to pick it up, but instead it is kicked away by a dark figure. “Nanana...sweetheart. I told you we'd find you.”
You don't need to turn around to put two and two together, damn it, that´s bad - really bad. “L-leave me alone—” You do your best to sprint to the nearest pallet, but suddenly Frank grabs your hips and throws you to the ground. You let out a pain filled scream as your hand automatically wraps around your stomach. “Tch...you're really stubborn. I warned you, doll, and yet you still try to fight us. What should we do with someone as bratty as you? Any ideas, Danny?”
Legion glances at his masked friend as he simply nods with his head. “Hmm...” Ghostface creeps over to you as he crouches down beside you. His hand reaches for your chin, forcing you to stare into his white mask. “Sounds for a punishment. Am I right sweetheart?” Danny's thumb strokes your lips almost gently. Disgusted by what is happening, you try to escape his grip, but immediatly fail when Frank grabs your (h/c) (h/l) hair. "You look even hotter when you are scared, doll." Shaking, you move your legs, thinking you might be able to kick one of them—but before you can act, you feel another sharp pain on your scalp. Frank grip strenghs, preventing you from defending yourself. “STOP!” you scream, grabbing your hair wildly. “I'm having a good day today, and you're going to behave yourself, understand? Otherwise, I'll get angry, and you really don't want to see that.” , "Oh, he's right about that, sweetheart. Frank tends to get pretty aggressive, and he's not the only one. So, be a good girl."
Just accept that you are ours and we promise to not hurt you any longer.~
Trigger warning: yandere themes, stalking, Mark being delusional
Notes: I couldn't help but write something with a Magical girl. I mean hello?!! I love Magical girls so much, they need more attention!
The bright light of the moon that illuminates the darkness gently shines down on your sparkling (b/t) shaped body. Stars shine and shimmer around you like in a childhood fairy tale, something you would never have thought could be real. “That was spectacular, (Y/n)~nya.” A sudden high-pitched voice rings out in the previously calm atmosphere. Your magical white cat, who sits happily on your shoulder, snaps you out of your thoughts. “You think so? I still can't believe that I defeated a monster. A real monster.”
Not long ago you were just an ordinary girl, with a normal, boring everyday life. You went to high school, tried your best to survive it, then you would head home and spend your whole evening watching anime or some show. One day, however, this strange cat appeared in front of you and made you an even stranger offer. At first you thought someone was playing a joke on you. But who the hell gets a cat to fly and how the hell can it talk? The magical animal offered you to become a magical girl, a girl who protects humanity, a girl who fights evil monsters. It all sounded like a perceived anime, but something inside you told you that the cat wasn´t lying. "You have a pure heart, (Y/n)~nya. Only you can protect the world from the evil forces."
Even if you should have said no, after all there was no such thing as Magical girl, you said yes. Maybe it was because your inner child always dreamed of getting a chance like that, besides, it didn't sound too bad. What could possibly go wrong? “I'm going to make the pact, I'm going to be a Magical girl.” With a huge grin on your lips, your otherwise normal life changed abruptly. Now you had a golden, equally magical ring that transformed you into a beautiful magical girl. The (f/c) colour represented you, your (f/c) hair tied in two long piggy braids, your cute frilly (f/c) dress decorated with bows and, above all, your magic wand that gave you the strength to fight. Now you were a heroine, a heroine that will give many young girls hope. Something that made you very happy, if you could make one girl laugh, you had done your job right.
"You did, (Y/n)~nya. You should be proud of yourself!" Satisfied, you nod at your friends words. "I still should go home, it´s already late and I write a class test tomorrow-"
But before you can even take a step elsewhere, you notice a cold wind blowing past your back. Has already a new enemy appeared? You turn around with a jerk as you immediately raise your magic staff. “Who's there?” you shout out, your staff beginning slowly but surley to light up.
“Woha...calm down.” The person who was previously floating in the air was now standing on the ground. On closer inspection, you notice that the person turns out to be a young man. A man wearing a black and blue super suit. Invincible. Immediately, you drop your staff as you scrutinize the hero. “S-Sorry, I'm still new to all this.” You say, ashamed of your deed, at which the hero only grinned. "I wouldn't have guessed. The way you glow, you also could have been a mascot." His finger points at your shiney (f/c) dress, his smirk never leaving his lips. “Hey! I defeated the monster.”
“With a lot of luck, you looked pretty clumsy doing it.” A sudden red glow adorns your cheeks, lucky you it was dark, otherwise you would probably have sunk into the ground. “...Nevertheless, I have defeated the monster!” You keep insisting which only makes the superhero sigh. "You should be more careful what or who you fight. It can get really dangerous sometimes."
You didn't know how to react to his words other than to nod, it's the first time you've fought a monster after all, and also who can say from himself that he met Invincible? So, you just stood there silently, nodding. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Invincible. Maybe I'll see you a second time." You abruptly turn around, as you're about to jump away into the air, the hero's voice rings out again. "Wait! What's your name?"
“Uhm...-” I don´t know, I don´t have a hero name. Think (Y/n) think!! “Ouh...it's (H/n).” And with these words you leap into the air, jumping from house to house, little twinkling stars follow your path as you slowly disappear into the darkness. Mark, on the other hand, stood still on the spot for a few seconds, his eyes continue to stare after your fragile form.
"(H/n), huh? Cute..."
~~~
The days went by and you were finally able to use your newly acquired magical power better and better. People saw you as a sparkling heroine, someone who protected them when it was dark. Things couldn't have gone greater, and yet there was one thing that kept you awake at night - or rather, someone. It was Invincible who did more than just confuse you. Whenever a new evil creature appeared and you wanted to fight it, he happened to be in the same place at the same time. He defeated the monster and most of the time you just stood there and did nothing. You actually wanted to fight the creature too, after all that was your job, and yet the superhero kept thwarting your plans. When you confronted him about it, he shrugged his shoulders and grinned hypocritically, so as if he was making fun of you. "I was quicker than you."
You toss and turn restlessly in your cozy bed. Once again you couldn't fall asleep, maybe it was because the whole situation with Invincible was overwhelming you, or maybe it was because you had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Just as you open your (e/c) coloured eyes, you are greeted by a light that is far too bright. Your magical cat is hovering above you, his tail swinging back and forth. "Is everything alright with you (Y/n)~nya? You look worried." Your companion's empathetic voice brings a small smile to your face. He was really a sweetheart. “Yes it is, I'm just exhausted.” You lie, knowing that he would notice. After all, it was a magical being from another dimension and you simply couldn't hide anything from him. "It's because of this hero, isn't it? Somehow I don't like him~nya. Be careful." Huh? You had never heard such words from his mouth before, most of the time he was confident and motivated you to keep going. Still, the fact that even your companion noticed that something was strange meant that it was anything but a simple imagination. "I am."
It didn´t take all too long before your tiredness took hold of you, and slowly but surely you fell into a long-awaited sleep. But unfortunately you were not granted this either, because before you could finally land in slumberland, you were suddenly gripped by an unexpected fear. Your breathing starts to falter and your heart can't stop pounding. What the hell? The evil feeling of being watched spreads further inside you, you immediately open your (e/c) eyes as you sit up from the bed. Your hands clutch tightly at the (f/c) covers as you look around the dark room as best you can. "W-Who is there?" you whisper, as you bite your underlip.
Nothing.
God I am so through. I really need to sleep....
What you didn't realize, however, was that a certain someone was in your room. Mark knew that what he was doing was wrong, inwardly he was reminded again and again by several pangs of conscience that he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be standing in your room watching you fall asleep. Yet he could barely control his feelings anylonger. You were perfect for him, so perfect, so pure. If only you could see in him what he sees in you...sighs.
Did you really think he'd let you fight some kind of vile monster so easily? Mark couldn't let anything happen to you, he loved you too much for that. Those beasts would hurt you, do bad things to you...He don´t want to imagine what would happen if one of the Viltrumites got hold of you. The thought of it was already enough for him to make him angry. No, it will never come to that. Somehow he had to make sure you never fought again, even if you looked really cute in your transformation, he couldn't let you keep fighting monsters! Somehow he needs to get rid of the magical creature who surround you, maybe he needs to investigate where this thing came from.
With another sigh, he carefully creeps over to the edge of your bed. Slowly, he sits down, gently running his finger through your (h/c) hair. You looked so cute when you were asleep! A small grin forms on his lips, his almost obsessive eyes never leave your (b/s) shaped body.
"Don't worry (Y/N), you may not understand it yet, but I will protect you. No matter which cost, no one will hurt you. One day you will love me just as much as I do and we will live happily together. Doesn't that sound lovely? You don't have to be a Magical Girl, leave the fighting to me. After all, I am Invincible!"
Some more headcanons:
I can imagine that Mark and you going to the same school! He would probably always sit near you and keep an eye on you. After all, he has to make sure that you don't get any stupid ideas and turn into a Magical Girl again!
Of course he notices that you leave the class , even if you try to run away as inconspicuously as possible, nothing escapes his eyes. Most of the time you run into an alley to finally transform, but Mark is already two steps ahead of you. Before you can even finish transforming, he's already on top of a building. "Again? The same thing over and over again, you're not learning either (Y/N)" he whispers to himself.
Even if he doesn't like to admit it, he still likes to watch you turn into this cute magical being. You sparkle brighter than any star in the universe and your charisma was more than enough for him not to float over to you and kiss you straight away. Still, you shouldn't transform, it never meant anything good when you did!
When you two meet in a regular fight, he can't help but grin. Your indignation when he teases you, your cheeks flushing and especially when you stomp the ground in frustration, it was adorable! “That was my opponent.” “Not anymore (H/n).” “But you can´t-” “Yes, I can.” Your little discussions were delightful, in Mark eyes it meant that he could spent more time with you, and that was all what counts. Even if he would rather hug you, he knew that you weren't ready yet. Not when that cat was around you, constantly whispering nasty things about him in your ear.
He loves to watch you sleep, even if you didn't know about it, he had to make sure you were okay. One day you would thank him for that and fall immediatly into his arms! After all, you were meant to be together and no one could ever do anything about it. Well, not if he holds his life dear. "You are mine (Y/n)!"~
Overall, I think Mark is quite delusional. As soon as he saw you fight for the first time he couldn't help but fall in love with you. Even though you don't return those feelings, at least not yet, he knew you were meant for each other. But, unlike other Yandere, especially Viltrumites, Mark is very gracious with you when it comes to be a Magical girl.
The crackling of the flames is the only noise to be heard in this godforsaken room. You can't remember how long you've been locked in this room. Has it been days, weeks or months? The room, the prince regent put you in was filled with things you used to love in your childhood. Oil paintings of long-dead queens and kings adorn the otherwise blank wall. A green, silky carpet lies on the floor, the bed where you spent your childhood, before everything escalated, still stands there as it once did. The red-black blanket embroidered with the three-headed dragon, your mother's sigil, reminds you of your family. Are they doing well? Do they know you're here? Does your mother even care about you, or are you just another figure in this brutal war?
Thoughts about your family possibly hating you, or worse, seeing you as a traitor, halls in your mind every god damn second. You wanted to end this damn war, after all, far too many good people have already died. But this naive, foolish thought brought you into this helpless situation. Now you are a prisoner of war, a valuable pawn for your uncles. All because you thought that you and your now dead dragon could save the world. What kind of fool am I?!
Your (e/c) eyes gaze into the blazing flames, it is almost like, as if the flames want to tell you a story. But you are not in the condition to perceive it. For days you have refused to eat, let alone speak a single word to your uncle. Why should you? He killed your beloved dragon, (d/n), and then captured you. It would probably have been better if you had died on that dark day, so you could have been with your beloved brother. Finally, united as siblings again. By the seven gods, you miss Lucerys so much. Your poor, little brother, killed by the man who locked you in this empty room. Is this just another game for him? Probably.
But Aemond had always been like that, you just couldn´t believe it, you should have listened to your brothers and your mother...God damn it! When you were still children, you even stood up for Aemond. Another idiotic thing you did. You were against your own brothers, just to scream at them, that they should stop harassing him. At the time, Aemond and you were inseparable. Probably because you both knew the feeling of not being seen by anyone. Constantly standing in the shadows of your brothers and sisters, never being spoken to by anyone... Yes, everything was different back then, better. Who would have thought that everything, what you used to love, shatters into thousands of pieces. It was like a beautiful glass shattering after falling to the ground.
Caught up in your own melachonic thoughts, you don't notice that a certain someone has entered the room. You are still sitting on your bed, your gaze never turning away from the flames. It is almost hypnotizing. The loud creaking of the door being closed pulls you out of your thoughts. The gentle footsteps coming slowly but surely towards you tell you that it wasn't a servant who usually brought you a meal. No, they would have imediatly left your room by now.
Your instinct told you who had entered the room, you didn't need a Maester to put one and one together. "Why? Why are you keeping me as a prisoner here, Aemond?" you sigh out, it's a wonder that you can get a word out. The Targaryen came with every step closer to you and your already fragile form. He reaches out his hand, as he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look him into his eye. For a moment, you thought you could see a spark of obsession reflecting in it. His thumb brushing almost careful your cheek, something what almost made you want to throw up. "Because you are meant to be mine, (Y/n)." he whispers, as he continues to speak. "If you would be a good girl for me, and be obedient, I will even let you go outside, with my supervision of course. Wouldn´t want you to escape." A small, evil smirk graces his lips, as he strokes your (h/c) hair, twirling it in his fingers.
The Targaryen gives you a little kiss on your forehead, his smile never leaving his lips. "We have been destined for each other since our childhood. You will learn to love your new life, just as you will learn to love me, (Y/n)." His words sound more like a command than a simple plead, something that shocked you even more. A cold shiver runs through your body, something that makes your whole body covered in goose bumps. "You killed my brother. I will never love you Aemond, you are a monster, nothing more than that! My mother will come and take her throne and then-" But before you can continue to speak, you feel a searing pain on your cheek. You hear the sound of a loud slap, and before you can say anything else - let alone do anything about it - the prince grabs your (h/c) hair. "Your brother was a little brat, he deserved to die. If you don´t learn to hold your tongue, I will take a knife and make sure your pretty face, won´t be that pretty anymore. Do you understand me, (Y/n)?" His voice becomes dangerous, colder, with every single word.
You had hit a sore spot, that was clear, but you didn´t know that he would react so extremly. The pain in your cheek starts to glow, everything in you wants to get away from here as quickly as possible. Even if the chances of escape were very slim, you couldn't stay here any longer. Aemond was a monster, who impris you for his own selfish desires. "I asked you if you understood me. I hate to repeat myself." You immediately nod at his raging words, not daring to say another word. After all, you didn't want to make him angrier than he already is. By the seven gods, how are you supposed to survive this? Satisfied, the prince takes a few steps back, as his eye pierces you. "Now, you´re going to be a good girl and obey...or there will be consequences."
Hey there! You did really well with the yan blackbear pirates ask -especially yan kuzan. I love that man and there’s a great drought in material about him 😔 so thank you! Dare I say made me interested in the blackbeard pirates, which I wasn’t expecting the least, tbh. I didn’t see anywhere whether you’re taking requests or not, but if you do, do you mind writing something-anything- with our husband yan kuzan (as a marine, or bb pirate it doesn’t matter)? thanks and no worries at all if not.
Thank you so much🫶 And honestly, I don't take many requests. I usally write for characters who are stuck in my head and I love! But if something catches my eye, I will write about it though!!! And how could I say no to such a request? Kuzan needs more attention (like the whole other Blackbeard Crew members duh-)) So, I hope you like it and enjoy<3
Cold as ice~
Yandere Aokiji Kuzan x female marine reader
Triggers: stalking, gaslighting, Kuzan is being unhinged and a little creepy, sexual harrassment, kidnapping
The sudden, icy cold air spreads across the entire room. Your breath freezes in only a few seconds and your body begins to tremble. Your hands rub gently over your arms, hoping to uniting the cold. Something that quickly turns out to be a misjudgement. You frantically turn around as fast you can. How could that be? How could he get into the marine base? With shivering hands, you reach for your weapon, the previously beautiful, wooden pistol, decorated with gold, freezes into a worthless clump of ice. Abruptly, you drop your beloved weapon to the ground. Slowly but surely, you start to feel scared. He would come for you, to get you and take you with him, just as he had promised. A promise you never wanted. God damn it!
~~~
A loud yawn escapes your lips, you run your hand through your (h/c) (h/l) hair, as you involuntarily make your way to the training ground. It was early in the morning, too early for your liking. Your legs carried you through the corridors of your comrades and friends. They all looked just as tired and annoyed as you did. At least you weren't the only one who would rather sleep than train. But well, pirates don't catch themselves, am I right? After a short walk, you and few of your friends arrive at the place just in time. Other cadets already stood in line, petrified, with a sparkle fear in their eyes. You quickly get behind the others, fervently hoping not to be noticed again. Lost in your thoughts, you slowly start to realize that your actual trainer and teacher had not appeared yet. Usually he was always the first one here before everyone else. Great...you could have stayed in your cozy, (f/c) blanket! A sighs escapes your lips, as your blonde-haired friend, who stands next to you, smiles mischievously. Gently, he punches your shoulder. “Heh, looks like we're having a long-deserved day off!” “I hope so.” you reply deftly, your hands now on your hips. Honestly, why couldn't anyone in this huge marine base have told you sooner?
Just as the cadets where about to disappear into their rooms again, an annoyed sigh echoes across the place. Loud footsteps and a huge black shadow looming over your heads, showed, that you probably wouldn't get a day off. You immediately turn around as you and your other camerads start to line up again. “Would have been too nice.” You comment more to yourself than anyone else. "I´m supposed to train you cadets today." the admiral's calm, yet almost intimidating voice makes you almost flinch. You have never had the pleasure of training with someone so well known. Something inside you could hardly wait, even if you would prefered to go back to sleep, you still wanted to find out how strong an admiral is. Perhaps it was a very naive thought that drove through your head, but your sense of curiosity nagged at you. Tensely, you stare at the devil fruit user who was yawning. His tired eyes glide slowly, over all soldiers, until he finally meets your (e/c) coloured eyes. For a few seconds you both stare at each other, a small tension starts to build up. What was happening? A strange feeling, that you couldn't describe suddenly runs over you. You immediately shake these thoughts away, your gaze now wanders to your friend, who just looks at you with a wide suspisious smile on his face. Both of his eyebrows twitch up and down, as if he is trying to tell you something. “Ohhh, so romantic.” “Shut up!” you whisper to him, your elbow bouncing deftly into his stomach. “Ouch…you don't need to get violence (N/n).”
Kuzan clears his throat, louder this time, brings you and your buddy back to reality. The black-haired admiral doesn't look too thrilled that you're fooling around, but - at least, he doesn't say anything about it. Lucky you. Instead, he speaks up again, "I would like to see where your current training status is. You...what's your name." Your body stiffens as you get the uneasy feeling that you've been picked up. Your nightmare was coming true again, why was it always you? You hated being the constant pack mule. “(Y/n), sir.” you reply briefly, your friend starts to laugh again. “(Y/n), come to me and show me what you've learned.” Nodding, you don't hesitate too long. You squeeze through the other cadets, nearly tripping in the process. When you finally reach the front, you now realize how tall the admiral really was. In contrast to him, everyone else seemed like a mouse. His ice-cold eyes remain on you, something that makes you wonder. Had you done something wrong? “What exactly do they want to see, sir?” you ask shortly, as a small smile crosses over the man's face. “Everything.”
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Yesterday's hard training was still laying heavily in your bones. Even now you could feel the pain in your muscles. Annoyed, you walk through the many quarters in search of something edible. Who would have thought that the otherwise chilled admiral would take training so seriously? With a sigh, you continue to wander around, until you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. "You should come to Aokiji's office. As soon as possible." Huh? Would you get a lecture off now, or why did the admiral want to see you? Something inside you wanted to turn around and go somewhere else, but you knew this wouldn't be a good option. You should never let an admiral waiting. Just great.
Now, you are standing tensely in front of the huge door of the devil fruit user. You bite your lower lip, as you decide to knock. A quick “Yes?” echoes through. You don't need any more words to push down the door handle and finally open it. A little overwhelmed that this damn door was heavier than you expected, you walk into the large office, closing the door behind you. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you asks nervously. Aokiji lets out a small sigh, removing his sleep mask from his sleepy eyes, a smile adorning his face. Had he been sleeping here? “Call me Kuzan, all this formal crap doesn't suit me.” The man immediately straightens up from the cozy couch. “Understood, si- Kuzan.”
With a satisfied nod, the admiral comes closer to you, his eyes resting on your (b/t) shaped body. "What brings someone sweet like you here? And don't answer, that you want to hunt pirates down." he asks relaxed, now standing in front of you. His fingers grab a loose strand of your (h/c) hair as he starts to play with it. Completely overwhelmed by the current situation, you take a few steps back. Your hair slips out of his fingers, and you thought you saw a little sparkle of disappointment in his eyes. “I want to help the citizens, I want them to feel safe.” you stammer, quickly running your fingers through your (h/l) hair. "What a honorable dream." he comments, but his voice didn't sound too enthusiastic about it. "From today on, you will act under my supervision. You no longer have to show up for training, (Y/n). Instead, you'll be working for me." Please, what? You blink once or twice to make sure you didn't misunderstand his words. Aokiji notices your uncertainty immediately and continues speaking. “You'll have to sort out a few annoying documents for me, nothing stressfull.” "But, sir- Kuzan. I wanted to train to-“ ”You know it's rude to contradict an admiral?" he interrupts you, his voice, a little harsher than before.
“I-I'm sorry.” you stutter as the admiral seems a little more relaxed again. He walks over to his desk as he hands you a huge stack of unfinished papers. “Your office is over there, if there's anything what you need to know, wake me up.” The man now walks to his his couch again, he pulls his sleep mask over his eyes as he starts to rests. Shocked and taken back from the whole situation, you are forced to make your way to your own office. At least you got a promotion, even if you would rather continue your training, you couldn't talk back to him. And so you carefully begin to sort and process the papers one by one.
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The long days as Aokiji's personal secretary were not as exciting as you had hoped. Most of the time he slept comfortably on his couch, leaving you to do all his imense work. Otherwise, you followed him everywhere, when he had to go somewhere else. Even though you could hardly follow his big steps, Kuzan was very pleased with the way you followed him around. You were like a cute cat, trying to follow a panter. In his eyes, you were already more than just a simple secretary. The admiral began to like you every new second, more. Nothing, absolutely nothing could escape his sharp eyes. It was almost as if he was obsessed with you. He kept catching himself looking over at you half asleep. Watching your cute overstrain, as you try to sort the papers right. Your focused gaze, trying to understand everything correctly, your tensed posture, and yet you tried to do every little thing perfectly. Every now and then he caught himself looking at your boobs, not that he wanted to, but he couldn't help it. You were perfect in his eyes. Here he could watch you and protect you. So that nothing could happen to you. You were safe with him and he wouldn't let that change.
However, one day you realized that something was wrong. The greedy looks from the man do not pass by you, without a trace. You were constantly nagged by the feeling that you are being watched. The feeling that someone was stalking every, single move you made, made it difficult for you. Since the devil fruit user and you were the only people in his office, the feeling that he was the one watching you crept up on you more over time. But why? You did your work as carefully as possible, but something deep inside you knew that there was more to it, than simply a boss who looks over his employee. Fear creeps up on you, what if he planned to do bad things with you? He was an admiral and admirals could get away with many things. Maybe you should speak with another admiral about it, but would anyone believe you? Probably not. You didn't even have proof for it. It was just your gut feeling that constantly screams at you to run. Maybe you could go back to your friends and finally continue the long-awaited training. But once again you have the nasty feeling that Kuzan would not allow this to happen so easily. But he couldn't keep you here, could he? Perhaps there were other marines, who would have loved to do the secretary's job more than you. There had to be a way to escape his claws.
Deep in your own thoughts, you only notice now a dark shadow looming over you. Crap. “(Y/n)?” The relaxed yet dominant voice of the ice user makes you shudder for a few seconds. His cold, hand was now on your twitching shoulder. Your heart starts pounding wildley, almost as if it's about to jump out of your ribs. Kuzan frowns at the suddenly fearful sight, but continues to speak. "What are you afraid of? Have I ever hurt you?" he asks. Why did he have to ask that? Inwardly, you try your best not, to look any more scared than you already are. “Wh-what are you talking about?” “You know exactly what I'm talking about, snowflake.” Snowflake???? "Do you think I don't notice how you've been avoiding me for days? Is that how you thank me for getting you a promotion?"
You wanted to say something, to stand your ground, but you couldn't. You simply couldn´t. The fear of the ice user rose higher every little second you spent with him in this god forsaken room, your breath began to tremble. You didn't even dare to turn around and look at him. Almost as if you were a thief who had been caught breaking in. "N-no I-", before you can even continue speaking, you are interrupted again. "No, what? Am I not protecting you enough? Is it because you like someone else? Tell me (Y/n)." You didn´t understand, what he was talking about. What did he mean with protecting you?? You didn´t ask for this, neither do you need to be protected. The feeling that you should get out of here as quickly as possible, robs you your last bit of sanity. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave me alone. I think it would be best if I went back to training." Finally, you manage to get out the words that were already on your tongue. Silence sweeps through the room, a tension that could no longer be ignored moves through the office, which is suddenly getting colder. But before you could do anything about it, Aokiji grabs your chair and turns it towards him. So that you are now face to face, very close to each other. Your sharp words from before triggered something dangerous in the admiral.
He gets closer and closer to you, so close that you can feel his ice-cold breath on your neck. Goose bumps spread inside your body, as once again you start to tremble. “I can't let that happen.” he whispers in a dangerous undertone. "You belong to me. You just don't know it. Don't ever say those words ever again, do you understand me? Or do I have to remind you where your place is (Y/n)?" Shocked by the man's words, you stiffen. Your body didn't dare to move, perhaps that was the best thing you could possible do. Instead, you just nodded, too afraid of what was to come. His lips suddenly start kissing your neck, something that makes your heart beat even faster. His cold lips move further up to your cheeks, as another shock hits you in your face. You immediatley squeeze your (e/c) eyes shut, in hope that he would stop. "Apologize. Apologize for what you said and we continue as before." Mumbling and completly taken back, you stutter out a few words. It's a miracle that you were able to do that at all. “I-I'm s-sorry.” A small smile forms on Kuzan's lips as he suddenly stops to kiss you. His lips move even higer as he pause in front of your mouth. “That's better.” His hands gently lift your chin up, forcing you to stare into his posessive eyes. “You're my little snowflake, understand?” Once again you could only nod, that was all what your body let you do. But before you could think about anything else, his lips suddenly collide with your already cold, trembling lips. The kiss was slow and filled with icy coldness. His rough hands gently stroked your body, moving towards your breasts. "Maybe I should show you, how much you really mean to me."
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A feeling of freedom roams inside you, something you haven't felt for several months. Ever since Kuzan fought Akainu and lost, he suddenly disappeared. Something you couldn't complain about. You nervously had followed the epic battle, that lasted several days. Inwardly, you prayed every single minute that Akainu would win. And luckily he did. Since that glorious day, you could finally continue the training of a marine soldier. You now had no admiral around you, who constantly stood by your side, and treated you like a cute doll. The liberty, you always wanted was finally back. After all these months you could live in peace again.
Well, if it weren’t for the ghastly, cold words from the former admiral that are still buzzing inside your head and keep you up every single night. "(Y/n), if I should lose this fight, I will come and take you with me. Wait for me and I will save you from this wrong place." God, how did he manage to even have now influence over you? Impatient, your roam through the filled corridors. Since Akainu had become the new fleet admiral, everything has changed, the soldiers were much more serious, hardly a smile could ever be seen. The bases were filled with seriousness. With a small sigh, you notice how your feet suddenly carry you to Kuzan’s old office. Memories that you wanted to forget shoot through your head. What’s the harm of a last visit? The office would be renovated soon anyways.
Slowly you open the door, the room was looking exactly the same as before, only some blankets covering the couch. Your fingers glide gently over the old, rustical desk. Somehow you couldn’t shake of the strange feeling of being watched, was it him? No, that couldn’t be, he couldn’t just show up here. You spent a few more minutes in the empty office, many thoughts about you and Aokiji run through you. It would be probably the best, if you get out of here, after all you should finally forget what had happened and enjoy your freedom. Just as you go to the door to open it again and leave, you notice how the room suddenly froze. No, no, no!!! That could not be. Your legs are freezing, so that you couldn’t move away. The sound of slow steps coming closer and closer, resounds softly through the office. The feeling of fear overcomes you, immediately you want to grab your weapon, but it was already frozen to a clump.
The previously melanchonic mood, disappears in one fell swoop. Instead, spreads panic inside you, the pure anxiety to face him again, brings you back to the harsh reality you are being in. "(Y/n)." Kuzan speaks in his usally calm, relaxed voice. He had managed to enter the marine base, without getting noticed. How could you be so stupid and really think you’re safe from him? "I told you that I would come and get you. This place is not for you, you’re too nice to become one of them. They will defile you with their false sense of justice and I cannot allow that." "Y-you can’t just take me with you Kuzan, I belong here-" Your words hit the devil fruit user harder than you could ever guessed. You could feel his angry look, under his sunglasses, it gnaws at you like a spider whose prey had just flown into its net. "I can do that, and you know that. You belong to me. You have since the first moment I saw you. Come now, before I have to do something I might regret."
