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(warnings: yandere, other stuff??? i rlly wanna make this a longshot but i dont have time rn so short blurb it is;-;)
Post Apocalypse AU with Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, and Choso all reluctantly working together in a settlement.
The dynamic is so interesting cuz on paper it should not work….yet it does??? Choso is gathering food and equipment. Sukuna is the weapons expert and is usually the one leading the raids on other settlements. Geto is the pseudo-leader and mostly holds things together. Gojo also helps in with raids and whatever else.
They aren't a found family at all. Choso barely speaks and acts more animal than human somedays. Sukuna mostly keeps to himself. Gojo and Geto are the ones who act the most friendly towards one another but everyone is constantly on edge. Peace on the settlement is nothing more than a fragile truce, but it works. On the settlement, everyone earns their keep.
And then you come along, stumbling in the sand, desperate for any type of relief from the blistering hot sun. Sukuna and Gojo are the ones who find you. They haul you on their truck with barely a fight before rushing back to the settlement. Geto and Choso expect them to come back with more supplies and food, but they are far more pleased when they discover you in the truck.
It's been awhile since any of the men have touched something soft. They all thought whatever softness the world had left had blown away in the airy desert wind, but you proved them wrong.
Choso falls first. Being with you reminds him of those green summer days before the downfall of humanity, back when he was a good big brother and loved his family. You're his family now, and he'd shred everything who comes between the two of you.
Sukuna will never admit it, but he'll sit by your cot when youre asleep. He'll keep vigil, paranoid something may take you away when the others aren't watching. Somedays, you being here really feels like a dream and he doesn't ever want to wake up.
Suguru acts the most normal. He converses with you and laughs with you. He makes himself seem the most safe. He doesn't want to stir any turmoil within the settlement, but it would be nice if you preferred him over the others.
Satoru is the least overbearing, but that doesn't say much. He never had much faith in god, but after they found you, only good things have happened. things are finally turning up in his miserable life. he calls you his lucky star, though you never discover how serious he means it.
For years, they just survived, but now they're finally living.
Meanwhile, you are so grateful the men found you when they did. You truly are. No amount of thanking them will ever be enough repayment. Still, you can never find yourself truly comfortable in the settlement. The way they stare at you is always so intense, like they're daring you to run, just so they'd have the excuse to chase you. Anytime you even mention leaving, one of the men are quick to change topics.
You aren't an idiot. You see the changes they're making here. Choso keeps building the surrounding fences higher and higher, like hes trying to keep something in. Satoru keeps installing more locks and bolts. You caught Sukuna smuggling in a ragged nursery book a while back. There's something in Suguru's room that eerily resembles a bassinet.
On the settlement, everyone earns their keep.
It wont be long before they expect you to earn yours.
Totally in favor of you taking a break to focus on your studies!! You’ve got this! Exams are rough 😭
When you do have the time and mentally are feeling good, could I please request Yan! Ky Luc with a jealous reader? Maybe he intentionally made her jealous?
I wish you luck!!
Love when my followers are so sweet to mee, this work turned out really sloppy and I tried but cannot improve it but I hope you like it!
Yandere Ky Luc x jealous reader
Ky Luc views everything around him as a stage for his amusement and his favourite playthings are your emotion but he doesn’t pull the strings too hard afterall he does value what he loves. He finds human emotions fascinating, love, compassion, pain, anger and everything in between. He finds human jealousy much more entertaining especially yours as it just proves how consumed you are of him even though you claim to hate your captivity by him. Ky Luc doesn’t do anything by accident, everything he does is preplanned and he knows which buttons to push to get under your skin.
You're flipping through the pages of a novel Ky has got you this week, the crackle of the fire is the only thing cutting through ky's bedroom when suddenly a knock came on the door. You looked up at it and Ky was alreasy moving to welcome the guest inside. Who could be coming here? A noble vampire woman comes in, silky hair, beautiful features, tall and composed. "Ah, My Lord, sorry of being a bother to you at this hour" she bows to him,"Thats quite fine M'Lady, come in" you thought that this was a space reserved for you exclusively? Well thats what he said anyways.
She walks to the mahogany desk in the corner of his room and bends over to spread out a scroll she was holding, it seemed to be a map of the city although you couldn’t tell. "Acute observation you have there" he says, his voice smooth as velvet, "Perhaps I've underestimated your skills" She flushes, a pink hue reaching her cheeks, "I only wish to be of greater use to you, My Lord" she gave a small chuckle. Your throat tightened and heat flares inside your chest. You hate his captivity and want nothing to do with him so why do you feel this way for him?
Why does the casual tilt of his head praise for her makes you want to rip him apart? You put up your leg up on the other and placed the book in your lap while leaning back into the luxurious couch while supporting your head with your hand while resting your elbow on the armrest while the other hand flipped through the pages you both knew you weren’t reading because you are far too engrossed in their conversation.
He handles a stack of document and intentionally brushes his fingers with hers, "You've done well tonight, sit with me while I look over these files, won't you?" Thats it, that was the last straw. The audacity of this man enrages you. You closed your book with a thud before the noble woman could reply. She didn’t look at you but Hy looked at you almost instantly, "I'm going to bed" you say calmly. "But the night is so young, my love?" he says as he raises a dismissive hand towards the noble,"You may leave now, we are done for tonight" he says, his eyes boring into your soul.
The girl bows and gives you an arrogant look as she walks past the door. He walks towards you and stands right infront of you. "Move" you say blatantly, "Now why would I do that?" he asks with amusement plasteres on his face. He steps in closer and kneels infront of you, both his hands on your knees,"You look ravishing when you're angry, tell me what has spoiled my love's mood so bad?" You furrowed your brows giving him an irritated look,"Dont pkay dumb Ky" you said as you grabbed on of his hands and pushed it away from your knee,"Go back to your little assistant, she was more than willing to keep you comapny for the night" you said in an annoyed manner.
He let out a delighted laugh as he covered his face by resting his head on your thighs, his laugh vibrating against your skin. He lifts his head in front of your face,"There it is, you're jealous" he states, his breath hitting your face,"You claim to not like the cage I trapped you in but you can't stand the sight of anyone inside it either. You just love me so much, dont you?" "I'm not jealous" you insist, when he presses his lips on yours and gives a feather light kiss. He kneels back down to his original position,"Lying doesn’t suit your face my love" he continued,"You claim to want nothing to do with me, yet the moment I pay attention to someone else you practically want to kill me" his voice is a mix of softness and amusement. "She brushed her fingers against yours and she was so close" he smirk widens,"And if looks could kill I would be dead at that moment"
"And I have to admit, it was all fun and games but it was only to appease my twisted desires of seeing you jealous for me. She was just a tool to bring you closer to me" he admitted to his work and he had already planned to execute her in the next morning. She had already served her greater usefulness to Ky and it would be a waste of blood to keep her alive. You were still looking at him with a displeased face. "Oh my sweetheart", he cupped your face and brought it towards his. "I assure you there's no woman out there that I would enjoy other than you" he kisses you again softly and this time you give him the privilege of being kissed.
He breaks the kiss,"Still thinking about her?" he smirks, he picks you up abruptly while kissing your neck, his fangs grazing the skin. He turns off the lights and slides into bed with you pressed flush against his chest,"Do I need to reassure you that you're all I want?hm?" he says as his hand lowers themselves on somewhere on your body. "You're forever stuck with me amor(love)"
You’re kidnapped from Sukuna’s estate. He does not take it well.
(Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, he’s pretty tame in this one ngl, dark, yandere, obsession)
After living with Sukuna for so long, you’ve gotten used to his invincibility. There were no guards to secure his estate for he was the protection himself. No one would dare steal from the King of Curses.
Until now, when you were plucked from his estate with barely a scuffle.
The cell they stuffed you in lacked any charm. Mold grew in the corners and the iron bars smelled of rust and rot. You could not see the sun, they must have taken you far underground. Maybe as a ploy to keep you hidden.
If your head wasn’t burning, you may have pitied them for wasting their efforts.
A tray slid through the bars. You blink at it, not taking the bait.
“Eat.” An unnamed man rasps out. You couldn’t make out his face, but you know he was part of your kidnapping.“It’s not poisoned.”
You don’t believe a word he says, but you knew the food wasn’t poisoned. Why would they go through all this trouble of locking you away to just kill you? You simply rejected the food because you were spoiled.
Living with Sukuna made you realize the finer aspects of life: Delicious food prepared by his chef, sweet wines and tender meat. You highly doubt you could confidently say you enjoyed Sukuna’s company, but you appreciated his culinary taste.
The sludge melting in the tray could hardly count as food. It was a meal fit for swine.
“So what plans do you have for me, if it isn’t the guillotine?”
He laughs, squatting down to meet your eyes.
“Did that monster fuck you dumb?” He goads. “I think you can figure it out.”
You already know. You are the sole concubine of the greatest calamity to ever consume your country. There was worth within you. These people looked to exploit that.
It was a good plan, unfortunately for them, it would backfire.
“We already sent your ransom to the King.” He spits the word out with vile and you can taste the hatred that lurks beneath his tongue.
“Hopefully he’ll make a proper payment before we send him his whore’s fingers.”
There was a history of resentment behind his eyes. A charred family, a burned village. Another crime Sukuna would never pay for. But since Sukuna wasn’t here to answer them, he directs that resentment towards you.
He burned your village too, you want to say, but your words wouldn’t matter to this man. He considers you a perpetrator since you chose to spread your legs rather than burn with the rest.
You can’t fault him for thinking that way.
You examine your hands. “It’d be a waste of fingers. He won’t answer to any ransom.”
The King of Curses cares only for himself. By now, he’s probably found another one to warm his bed. You were nothing if not replaceable.
“For your sake, you pray he does.” The man warns.
He leaves you in that cell and the door slams shut behind him. You glance at the tray he failed to take. In a few minutes, the rats would scarf it down. It hardly mattered to you.
This is where you would die. Whether you would be killed or slowly starve to death, forgotten.
Something tightens in your heart. Your eyes burn. Something’s stuck in your throat.
A part of you is happy with your tears. For years, you assumed you didn’t have any left.
It proves you’re still human.
~
You wake up to smoke.
Faint. Far away. It’s a familiar scent—one that’s plagued your nightmares for years and years.
You can hear screaming too. You can’t make out the words but you can hear the fear in their voices.
Lift yourself off the dirty cell floor. You shift forward, trying your hardest to pick up on whatever calamity was attacking your captors.
Eventually, that calamity finds you.
The door doesn’t so much as open as it does falter. The metal creaks and falls as he pushes through like it’s made of paper.
You stare at his two sets of arms, his bare chest, and those red eyes. You blink once, then twice.
It’s not a mirage.
“You came?” You can only ask.
Sukuna only glances around your cell. He eyes the floor in disgust.
“You reek.” He gruffs out, but his hands don’t hesitate as he lifts you up into his arms.
You’re pliant in his grasp, letting him bring you into his chest. Out of pure exhaustion, you rest your head on his warm shoulder. The scent of fire clings onto him.
Sukuna walks out of the cell in confident strides. You force yourself to peek out to see the destruction he caused.
Fire looms everywhere. You can see what used to be bodies, half burned on the floor. He’d come alone and yet he’d done enough damage to destroy a city.
You can’t bring yourself to look anymore and you bury your head back into his shoulder.
“Uraume will guard you from now on,” Sukuna says. “Disciplining the lowers is a pain.”
Uraume shouldn’t have to guard you at all because you are not supposed to return. Sukuna wasn’t supposed to bring you back. He was supposed to forget your existence entirely and move onto another poor soul to torture. You should be dead.
Subconsciously, your hand grips his bicep.
“Why…did you come back for me?”
For minutes he doesn’t respond. He continues his walk until you’re back outside. The sky is bright and blue, clashing with the fire that singes the trees. He must have burned down the entire forest. Whether it was out of rage or something else, you couldn’t be sure.
“I cannot allow anyone to break what’s mine,” he finally tells you. “It’s an insult.”
You close your eyes as he continues to walk back to his estate. You can hear his smile through his next words.
Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your yandere Seraph of the End work. Your characterization and scenarios are always so good to read.
I had a bit of a scenario/question idea I was hoping you might explore. When I donate blood, my blood bags tend to fill up faster than usual, and I often end up feeling really dizzy, lightheaded, and very pale afterward. So it made me wonder: how would each vampire react if they drank from a reader who experiences those same symptoms when too much blood is taken too quickly?
Would they notice right away? Panic? Feel guilty? Or maybe become even more possessive afterward?
And would they provide any kind of aftercare once they realized the reader wasn’t doing well? Things like making sure they rest, giving them iron supplements, something sweet like cranberry juice or a cookie, staying close to monitor them, or just generally taking care of them afterward?
I’d love to hear your take on it if the idea interests you. Thank you again for all your amazing work. 💕
Hiii, I finally wrote this, sorry for the late answer love!!
Urd, Ky, Ferid's reaction to feeding disaster
Urd Geales
He views humans as livestock but he ensures that livestock are used in a proper way with zero wastage. As his lover he sometimes likes to feed from you as it is an intimate act.
When he realises that your blood is leaving your body too fast and your pulse has dropped abruptly as well as all the colour in your face has faded he detaches immediately. He is deeply annoyed, not at you but at himself for not realising sooner and miscalculating your physiological limits.
Urd does not panic nor feel guilt, those are for lower beings. He prides himself in flawless executions of a task and the fact that he messed up this simple feeding utterly disappoints him. And damaging his chosen woman is an unacceptable error on his part. And you are now classified as a "high risk fragile asset". This incident does not stop him from feeding from you from time to time because he wants the intimateness from feeding off of you.
So aftercare from him is total bed rest, he will not let you stand up. If you need the bathroom he's right there, ask him to bring you there. He will order the maids to prepare high glucose fluids like sweet juices and iron rich foods to help your recovery. And if you complain about having to stay in bed all day he will take his work papers and rest on the headboard of the bed and have your head on his chest as he works. He isn't bothered by this, he considers this as extra bonding time.
Ky Luc
Ky Luc would be happily humming and feeding on you when suddenly he realises that your body has gone limp and when he looks at you he sees that your blood rushed to him far too fast compared to a standard feeding. "Oh? Uh-oh" he pulls back completely, his trademark smirk gone from his face. He's wide eyed and feeling panic, "Please don't die". He has never experienced draining a human dry because of strict rules of Urd about a human should be fed on and he has no clue about what to do now.
He feels genuine guilt as you were his favourite company in all of his life and he didn't mean to break his favourite human like this. He scoops you up into his arms and places you on the bed while he frantically fetches the sweetest things he can find like cookies, juice and anything really and it takes him some time because he's in the vampire world you can't just find actual human food here. So he panics more thinking that you might die if he takes too long. He force feeds you pastry and all the sweet things he has gathered even though you aren't responding much and not swallowing either. His panic grows but slowly when you regain some strength and you start eating he's finally able to mask his panic with his smirk again.
He chats with you a lot more than usual to keep you awake while you're regaining your consciousness and safe to say he will be prepared next time before feeding to take care of you if something like this happens again.
Ferid Bathory
Ferid is a manipulative, theatrical eccentric sadist who thrives on unpredictable situations but your sudden crash presents a unique problem to him.
When your blood floods into him at 2x speed he will be delighted with the velocity and taste until he starts feeling you go limp and heavy on his lap. He doesn't feel guilt in the traditional way but he doesn't like that he played too harshly with his toy. Internal panic strikes him because he actually values you and he is irritated about how human biology is so fragile. He will mock your fragility, "My my..what a delicate thing you are" but underneath the mocking he wants to lock you up and study how much you can take before you break.
He will lay you down on his bed and complain about how much space you take up and how troublesome you are even tho he enjoys the scene in front of him. He brings you cranberry juice in a wine glass swirling it like alcohol, "Drink up my little lamb, can't have you dying on me yet, it would ruin all the fun" He will sit beside your laying form on the edge of the bed while stroking your hair and watching the subtle rise and fall of your chest reminding himself he needs to be careful next time. He will also complain about how dramatic you are even though he doesn't mean any of what he says. Even tho he shows pure sarcasm and his sadist side when you're awake, when you close those eyes his smirk falters and sadness is painted over his face as he watches your weak sleeping body.
smoke billowed throughout the room. staring up at the ceiling, laying on the bed shoulder to shoulder with sasha, his ankle hooked around yours. socked feet dangled off the mattress as you both laid fully dressed. his body warmth encompassed you. there was only silence besides the circling ceiling fan.
"i'm tired," you breathed out like a confession.
"do you want to go to sleep?" sasha spoke around the joint betwixt his lips.
you shook your head, eyes dead. "you know that's not what i mean."
he sighed because he knew exactly what you meant.
"i'm serious."
"i know you are. what do you even want me to do, y/n?"
you fisted the shirt he loaned you, "let's runaway."
sasha shot up and leaned on his elbow. from your peripheral you could see the deep scowl etched in his brows. "are you stupid? don't even say that. actually don't even think that or else you'll get us both in trouble."
your eyes narrowed into the still air and turned away from him. its useless.
"come here," he said. gathering you into his arms, he didn't offer any comforting words because he know damn well anything he said would only make you feel worse.
"coward," you whimpered and snuggled closer into the crook of his neck.
he nodded in agreement, "i am."
despite his words earlier that week, he quickly ate them. sasha knows he's not a good man, maybe worse them all. at least with the other three they are upfront with their awfulness. sasha was insecure and manipulative. he wanted your trust and he pretend to be the good guy to gain your favor, but the line had been crossed again.
"emil, stop," he said so hopelessly.
the large man ignored him. emil had a tight grip on your hair and dug your nose into the ground like a bad dog. his breath was hot on your cheek as he growled, "all you do is make messes."
you sobbed and howled, your nose throbbed from the pressure. all you wanted was to be left alone but emil snuck up behind you. he startled you so bad that the food you were holding launched out of your hands, hitting both him and the floor. emil took it as a personal attack. you ruined the food so graciously made for you and all you do is bitch and moan. he clamped a hand on the back of your neck and squeezed the sides. your lips were tingling.
"she said she was sorry," sasha spoke more harshly, but emil was on a warpath. "emil, she can't fucking breathe."
"what? can't handle the heat, sasha?" emil sneered, not letting you go. "you should be grateful, this could be you instead."
those words woke him up. he really couldn't handle the heat, this was too much. this was no longer fun. right before his eyes, you were dying or maybe you were dead the second aleks saw you in the bar. you were a corpse they were dragging along, pulling the strings to make you dance.
aleks' voice rung in his head, *be a fucking man.*
so sasha, later that night brought you to the bathroom and cleaned up the blood that poured from your nose, dripping down into your busted lip. the overhead light sung and buzzed. he cradled your face and your blank eyes dazed off to somewhere sasha was scared he couldn't follow.
"if we do this, we have to be smart about it," he broke the silence.
your eyes slide over to him and the question was apparent on your face.
sasha swallowed before continuing, "what we talked about before. it can't be on a whim. there needs to be a plan and a back up plan upon back up plan. if we do this and get caught, that's it. there will be no hope for either of us."
"i'm ready for the consequences, are you?" you said in response.
you already knew damn well what happened the first time you escaped the aftermath. but sasha was never the victim of any of their grief riddled ire, if anything he was the perpetrator. vindictive to how you left him to their devices.
it happened weeks later after excessive planning. every possible route was planned, while everyone was asleep you had popped all the tires to the car, truck and sil's motorcycle.
you had been your night with sasha. you hadn't slept in your own bed since the first weekend being here. everyone took turns whisking you off to their bedrooms for the night, sometimes to actually sleep but not often. sasha had been your only reprieve among the four.
no one questioned as sasha took you to his bedroom, the only one that sat downstairs. you both watched the clock, each minute a century. by four am, the cabin settled. everyone had been asleep. neither of you spoke as sasha slide his window open. he crawled out first, he sneakered feet hitting the ground with a puff of dirt.
he reached out a hand towards you and you stared for a moment. sasha watched back, his eyes drinking up you backlit by the blue tint of his computer screen. your face pinched in determination but your eyes reflected just how depressed you were. you never looked so beautiful.
inhaling a shaky breath, you nodded your head more to yourself than to him. grabbing his hand, you jumped. kicking up more dirt, you ducked low. sasha reached upwards and shut his window. staying low, you both avoided where the lights were and the windows. going to the front, sasha grabbed his own motorcycle as you sliced into each tire.
done, you went back to him. biting his lip, sasha narrowed his eyes and began wheeling his motorcycle down the dirt driveway. you stayed to his side and neither of you spoke. your spine tingled in the need to run. it all felt to easy.
clutching onto yourself, you refused to turn back. you two walked to the edge of the path and took a right. moonlight guided you both. flashlights were out of the question and sasha left his phone in his room. harder to be tracked with nothing to track.
after a half mile, sasha revved his engine to life.
well, he tried. the motorcycle sputtered and puffed out fumes. his key jittered in the ignition.
"what the fuck?" sasha barked.
"what is going on?" you frantically asked. your shoulder scrunched upwards as your head was on a swivel.
he tried to turn the key again but nothing happened besides the clanking a stalled engine. "i-i don't know. it won't fucking start."
"did you forget to put gas in it?"
"there's fucking gas in it!" sasha growled, but you saw how his hands shook. he wasn't angry, he was scared.
"we have to abandon it."
"and do what, y/n? fucking trek 12 miles back to civilization?"
"yes! i don't know," you tugged on your hair. this wasn't in the plan. you can't go back. "i can't go back."
sasha kicked the wheel in frustration.
you shook your head as hysteria kicked up in your lungs. you were a cornered animals. "i c-can't go back. sasha, i can't. i will *die*." you sobbed and cupped your mouth to silence your own spiral.
"hey, hey, calm down," sasha pushed his kickstand down and came to hug you. "we can walk, let's walk. nothing changes."
deep in his arms, you nuzzled into his shoulder. nodding in agreement, you break away and reach for his hand. clutching onto you, he abandoned the bike and you both started your long journey.
a car rumbled behind you.
you both froze. your neck creaked to slowly look behind you. your eyes squinted from the headlights blinding you. reaching a hand up to cup over your eyes, you glared back. there, sat in the middle of the street was a cherry red impala. aleks sat in the driver's seat, visibly seething. the fucking psycho was driving on slashed tires.
"w-we need to go," you squeaked and tugged on the hand shackling you.
sasha stared like a deer ready to meet its fate. but you weren't going to lay down and take it.
"sasha!" you screeched, "fucking run!"
kicked into gear, he followed behind you, not letting go as you run into the welcoming abyss of the tree line. the headlights chased you both until the there was nowhere else to drive.
a car opening and slamming rung into the air. your shadows run before you, the headlights a beacon to your whereabouts.
"you're both fucking dead!" aleks screeched. you have never heard him so pissed.
this was stupid, so fucking stupid. you cried and just ran. sasha wouldn't let you go. pulling you from the light, he embraced the camouflage of the brush. footsteps stomped from behind.
there was no longer a destination, only survival. make it to whatever stream there was and follow it down until you hit any town. maybe you can take a bus or haul a cab or maybe hitchhike. less likely to be kidnapped if you and sasha stuck together. you could only think of an after, not a now. now felt so hopeless.
tugging you to the side, sasha tucked you deep in a thorn bush. you winced with each prick. he stepped to follow.
"get back here!" aleks cut in, closer than wanted.
snapping his head to the noise, sasha paused with pinched brows. turning back, he raised his pointer finger over his mouth. nodding in understanding, you watched as he smiled and shot up. running to the left, sasha directed aleks away from you.
scooting further into the thorns, you slapped a hand over your mouth. tilting your head, you listened closer. both of their footsteps were too far to hear now. silence had never been so deafening. each snap of a twig or rustling of the branches had you flinching.
your eyes drunk up the shadowy figures, adjusted to the darkness. it could have seconds or hours, but you stayed right where you were.
"find you."
you screamed so loud your own ears throbbed. a hand grabbed your ankle and tugged you out from the bush. thorns scrapped and embedded themselves into your arms and legs. you yelped as one cut right under your eye. kicking and grasping the dirt, blood stained the earth. hands clutching onto the willowy branches, you cried to stay inside the cocoon.
"no, no, no," you begged and bargained.
rocks and fallen twigs dug into your torso. taking your other ankle, your captor flipped you on your back. scared to look, you blindly punched and push into the air. you wailed and pleaded, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, let me go. please, please!"
"knock- knock it off!" he gathered your arms and pushed your wrists into the soil. straddling your hips, you were rendered completely immobile.
"sasha! sasha! help me, sasha!" you screeched.
your head whipped to the side. cheek burning, you were efficiently silenced with a firm slap. crumpling, all you could do is cry as aleks bracketed you.
"where's sasha, what did you do to him." the words wobbled out, terrified for what he will say.
"let me go! you fucking asshole, let me go!" sasha's voiced answered your question. tugged back to you, emil had sasha's arm twisted behind his back.
you whimpered and tried to tug free once more. likened to a mouse in a trap, you struggled against the bar snared around your ankle.
"i fucking knew something was up with you two," aleks growled in face, "but i didn't think you would betray us like this."
"fuck you!" sasha bellowed.
his head snapped towards sasha. "i expected it from her, but you sasha? after all we have done for you, you do this?"
"you're all fucking insane. i'm tired- we are tired of your bullshit."
aleks nodded with a pout, "i see. so this was your idea?"
sasha opened his mouth but you cut him off, "no! no, it was all me. please don't hurt him, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry aleks, don't hurt him."
"did i say you could fucking talk?"
you snapped your teeth shut with a click. nostrils flared, your wide pupils watched his own dark eyes bobble in rage.
"aleks, please don't," sasha begged, still struggling against emil.
"you need to learn your place, sasha, maybe this time it will stick."
emil kicked behind sasha's knee. he crumpled downwards. grabbing the back of his hair, emil kept his head up. "you're gonna wanna see this."
shifting his weight, aleks sat full on your stomach. releasing your left arm, he tucked it your side. knees digging into you, you were immobile. right wrist still in his grasp, his thumb stroked your inner wrist. the blood pumped faster beneath his digit.
"do you remember when you broke your wrist when you were seventeen?"
you nodded your head, body shaking.
"you were so funny. you didn't even cry when it snapped only when you found out you had to wear a cast. it made you feel claustrophobic if i remember correctly."
"aleks," you squeaked.
"let's test that pain tolerance."
your screech disturbed the air. wailing you tugged your snapped wrist from his hold but it only offset the bone more. thrashing your head, your feet kicked from the pain. eyes wide, everything tunneled.
"stop! stop, you're fucking batshit, aleks! you hear me? you're fucking crazy," sasha yelled, but your own screams drowned him out.
aleks got off you, letting you crumple into fetal position. you cradled your throbbing arm deep into your belly, crying into the dirt.
walking over to sasha, he kneeled down and clamped onto his jaw. tugged him nose to nose, aleks welcomed sasha's teary eyed glare.
"is it sticking?"
sasha spit. aleks stayed still and grinned sharp and wide.
"do you feel like a man? finally stood up just to be reminded how weak you are." pulled his head to look at you, aleks seethed, "this is your fault. remember that."
turning back to him, aleks continued, "so answer me, malysh, did it fucking stick?"
Is there anything in particular that makes yandere Ky Luc mad at reader?
Hii, sorry for the late answer but I'm done!! He actually has quite a lot that would make him mad lol.
Things that would make Ky Luc mad
Given Ky Lucs position as a high ranking progenitor it is quite difficult to get him to be mad at you. He is a creature of immense power, ancient boredom and aristocrat embedded within him. He views humans as livestock and fleeting amusement. But when it comes to you his yandere tendencies manifest in the form of control, obsession, possessiveness wrapped in a deceptive layer of playfulness. Making him genuinely angry requires you to threaten his superiority over you, ownership over you and to break the illusions he created to keep you compliant with him.
If you attempt to seek appeal from another progenitor like Krul or Urd or even Lest Karr for protection and security elsewhere his possessiveness will turn into a lethal fury. He views you as his exclusive property and lover and the fact that you imply that another vampire can protect you better than him or that you belong near another noble vampire's court insults him and hurts his pride and power. And he is not one to back down on things like this and he will violently assert his power in front of you with any vampire who shows even the slightest of interest in you, showcasing that no one can protect you the way he can or rip you away from him.
For a yandere progenitor blood sharing is something very intimate and somewhat symbolises ownership over bloodbags but he considers you as his lover and uses you as his bloodbag. But he doesn't use you in the manipulative way, just to quench his thirst once a while and he takes care of you after so no worries. But god forbit if he saw you giving your blood willingly to anothet vampire it will shatter his calm exterior. If you fight him while he feeds on you while willingly offering blood to someone else or you offer it to save them or out of affection his jealousy will burn like hell and he will make the person suffer an agonizing slow and painful death and make you watch it to make you feel guilty and never do such things again.
But dont think this means he'll go easy on you, he will drain you dry till the brink of losing consciousness as a punishment.
Your physical body is a prized possession and he will take meticulous care to ensure its healthy and never malnutritioned. He sometimes will let you starve as a punishment due to disobedience but if you dare use that against him by willfully starving until he gives into your whims he will turn to force feeding by restraining you and remind you how you're in his custody now and your body is no longer yours to damage and he will do whatever he sees fit with it.
Ky luc is incredibly possessive of his old age relics and weapons including his first class noble sword. If you are foolish enough to sneak and use his own weapons against him by threats of hurting him or hurting yourself it will ignite a reaction of disbelief and anger within him. It doesn't take him long to disarm you effortlessly and pinning you down and mocking your futile and pathetic attempt at violence. And he will drill the lesson into you that you are powerless against him no matter what.
If Ky Luc executes your old friends or people you had affection for infront of you and you genuine grief and affection for them by pleading for their lives, weeping openly, gathering their body on your lap and kissing their still face it will infuriate him. He wants to execute in front of you to make you feel guilty but when you show such grief and love towards others especially lowly humans it makes his blood boil. He demands for your eyes to only look at him with such affection and love, he wants you to cry in concern for him, not those unworthy filths. He wants to be the sole author of your joy, grief, tears and every emotion that can be found within you.
Ky Luc possesses a massive ego and likes to be the center of attention of your world. If you ever compare his strength or abilies to a stronger progenitor like Lest Karr or Urd geales or even note how the kindness of a human is much more than his could ever be, his ego takes a hit. And he gets aggressive to demonstrate how no other progenitor or human could be as merciful and protective as he is towards you. He will make sure that he is the only being you think of as superior.
If you spend days, weeks, months being sweet with him, accepting the cage of a life you lived in and overall be a very obedient and loving girl only to slip past his security one day in attempts of escape or posin him even if it would have no affect on him or just simply do something that would break his trust on you he becomes infuriated and sorrowful aswell. He doesn't like that he can't have someone love him for the way he is and he doesn't even want someone he wants YOU and is that really too much to ask for in this miserable immortal life? He punishes you surely but he doesn't trust your affection anymore and sometimes when he feels very bad he tries to forget everything and believe your lies only to feel loved for even a minute.
The ultimate trigger of Ky Luc is that you would rather embrace absolute nothingness rather than exist in his world. If he catches you in an act where you actively try to end your life by provoking attacks from him or leathal injury from which he can't heal you his sarcastic smile and calm facade will face, replaced by panic and anger. And once he saves you, his fury is unparallel. He strips you of everything on you and every inch of privacy and keeps you locked up in a wing of the palace only he could go to and the room is so simple that there is absolutely no items that you could use as a weapon nor a window through which you could escape. And he effectively turns you into a living doll only for his eyes, only to listen to his words, only to be touched by him. Well once you regain his trust maybe some of your privacy may be returned to you.
My half of an exchange for one of the most inspiring and wonderful artists I know ♥
And thanks to everyone who helped me bring it to fruition through all my yelling and indecision. You all know who you are! Mwah
I really like how realistic you are with the yandere's being parents as naturally the kind of people they are would not make them be perfect parents to their kids
Thank youuu☺️
I do think they’re trying. At least everyone but Edmund (he’s tricky, because he doesn’t see it as a family thing, more of a duty), but they interpret it in different ways
Silas
wants the family he didn’t have, where the siblings (his daughters) get along, but also fully aware of what’s going on and what life they life, because they’ll live it themselves one day and need to be able to trust each other and work together, but also be allowed to squabble like sisters and live as normal as possible, which is why he can sometimes come across more as their boss even though he tries to be a father.
Kry
is still under his parents influence because now he ”gets” it … a bit of it, at least. He wants his daughters to be successful, but also happy, and he’s having trouble balancing them because he’s only been allowed to be successful. Never happy. He encourages independence and strength. They have to do well ins chill and do some sort of after school activity and he encourages being with friends if fitting. He tries to maximize their life, because he feels like he’s wasted parts of his.
Hedwig
wants exactly what she had, and more. She got everything she pointed at, and had a father who supported her through every ty gin, but a mother who Hedwig know isn’t very happy and who she’s never truly connected with, fake friends she can’t depend on and the monster inside her she’s always battling, because God should know she doesn’t want to be yandere. She wants to be normal. She makes her children go to private school, because ”at least there won’t be people only being nice to them because they want their money”, insists on doing family things and always takes their side in everything.
Edmund
is different, because he doesn’t necessarily ”neglect” his children, in his view at least. He can’t bring himself to connect with his son until he’s older because he’s too important. He’s not just Edmund’s son, but a constant reminder of his death and replacement and he can’t let this person who’s made out of his dna do worse than him. I think he can feel that Ludwig is more modern-thinking than him, too, and that scares him. He’s better with his daughter though, because she can just be their child, although he’s not very good at that either. He doesn’t know how to connect with his children when his own upbringing was so … shattered. He lived his mom to death, but didn’t know his father personally … and his daughter already has Darling, so what purpose does he serve?
Jerry
does not want children. She doesn’t think she’ll care for them well and give them what they need. She has a horrific temper and can’t brings herself to feel motherly instincts to (in particular but not fully exclusive) babies because of their constant needs. For both her own sake, and a potential child’s, she’ll stick to animals.
Yandere Ky Luc’s reaction to reader actively going against his orders (he the catches reader in the act)?
Hiii sorry for the late answer but here you go, thank you for being patient!!
The air of the palace was always cold, but when the large oak door creaked open you didn’t have to think twice about who was behind your back. Your hands are buried deep into the drawer of the archive and history files of the progenitor council, some of the files spread on the table. You thought you locked the door but how'd he get in. His presence made the temperature of the room go from just cold to zero. Your hands on the exact map of the city you were forbidden to touch or even look at. A pot of ink and a feather on your hand and below a piece of paper where you've been copying the map. "I believe I gave you strict restrictions on this wing of the palace, my love?" his voice is gentle and sarcastic. You knew his voice was deceptive but what could you do about it? You were caught red handed.
He stepped into the room, his eyes filled with amusement but his face lost it's playfulness and all you saw was the fifth progenitor behind you. You started backing up against the desk and your spine hit the edge as he walked towards you. You attempted to slide the map behind you which was a futile attempt and it resulted in the map to fall onto the floor. He gave it one glance before looking back at your pale face. Your fingers had stains of ink. He tilted his head as he stood right infront of you, arms folded and he leaned in, "Do you really think you could hide this from me?" he closes the gap between you as he gives a light hearted laugh, "In my own home? Under my own roof? After all the things I've done for you?"
You panicked,"Ky Luc,I—" "Shh" you were cut off as he cupped your face with one hand and his thumb rubbed back and forth on your lips,"Do not add lies to your list of transgressions tonight. It doesn’t suit your face and I prefer you beautiful" He reaches down to pick up the fallen map and examines the neat drawing, "Impressive, you even managed to see the blind spots of the guard rotations, and even bypass the eastern gates. Judging by your keen observation you've been planning this for weeks haven’t you?" he mocks. The rage in his tone was unsettling and all you wanted in that moment was to vanish in the floorboards. He ripped the paper and it fell back on the floor once again like the snow of russia. Your heart dropped to your stomach,"No-"
Before you can protest any further his hands reached up and grapped your jaw hard,"You defied me, I told you that the outside world was a meat grinder waiting to chew you up, do you not understand? And yet you actively sought out to undo my mercy on you" Tears flooded your eyes and slid down onto his hands,"I just wanted to see the outside world, you keep me locked up like a bird in a cage, I can't live like this Luc!" Your tears, the pain in your voice, your heartbeat drumming against your chest doesn’t soften him. It agrivates him more. "A bird in a cage is always safe from the hawks. You think I keep you here out of malice and pure amusement? No I dont. I am the only thing standing between you and destruction, and how do you repay that devition? With betrayal"
He releases your jaw but before you can show a sign of relief he grips your waist effortlessly lifting you up on the desk. He steps into your space standing between your legs. "What am I going to do with you?" he muses as he tilts his chin, the look on his eyes says he already knows the answer. "Clearly I have been far too complient, I gave you freedom in this palace and you used it to plot treason against me. You can't be trusted with even an inch of freedom my love" "Please Ky Luc, don't lock me away completely" you pleaded as your hands instinctively pressing against his chest, feeling nothing of his unbeating dead heart. He buried his face in your neck,"You brought this upon yourself my sweet little rebel" he murmured. He pulls back a cruel smile plastered on his face."The archives will be sealed, the courtyard is now off-limits and from now your world shrinks to my bedchambers" he declares finally,"You will not leave my sight, you will eat when I feed you, you will sleep when I hold you, if you wish to see the light, you shall through the reinforced glass of my balcony with me by your side." Panic flares up your mind, tears flow like a river, "You can't do that! I'll go mad like this, please no. Forgive me this once I wont do it again" he smiles, his lips inches away from yours,"Then go mad, but you will go mad being mine, you will break your wings against the bars of my cage until you realise the only air you need to breathe is the air I allow you" he whispered.
He grabs your wrists with one hand and your face with another as he tilted your face and gave you the sweetest kiss. Well atleast to him it was the sweetest. You tasted the iron blood in his tongue and the despair in your mind. When he pulled away you were breathless and utterly defeated. Ky Luc smiles as he became satisfied with your tear streaked eyes and wet eyelashes and the look of defeat in your eyes. He sweeps you up into his arms as he starts walking towards the oak doors leaving behind the archive files scattered for guards to clean up. And just as he walked past the door and and the heavy door closed behind you two with a click, you knew it was over for you. And with despair in your heart you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder quietly waiting for what's next.
I wrote about yandere!corrupt superhero recently, but I’ve also been thinking about being the one who corrupts a genuinely good superhero and then having to pay the price of corrupting their morals.
Before, he’d only ever lived for others.
All day, every day, was about saving that woman in the burning building or the man being mugged. The only thing that stopped him from doing more was the physical limitations of his body.
He’d never even considered if his mental ones should have factored into his choices.
You were the one who told him it was okay to think about himself, to care about his own needs. His own wants.
You cared about him, you said. Not the people he saved.
Now, he was finally thinking about what he wanted. He stopped telling himself that you deserved better than him, someone who would make time for you. He would make all the time in the world for you.
He was doing exactly what you wanted, but now you said it was all wrong. The thought almost made him laugh. How could loving you be wrong?
Before, he would’ve let you go when you said you were afraid. When you said you didn’t love him back. But it was all a test, wasn’t it?
Now, he was going to do exactly what you said, and think about himself for once.
hey in good dog, does y/n get their own crate that suguru forces them into as punishment to keep a closer eye on them after satoru dropped his phone or are they still locked in the basement?
hmmm oddly i don't think suguru is that big of a crate user in good dog. he sees his and satoru's little family as a privilege to be a part of, so his ultimate punishment is denying you that privilege. the basement is just a convenient way of executing that - so cold and so empty and so boring, you'll be longing for their warm embrace within the hour.
satoru, on the other hand, loves loves loves crates, especially when he's locked inside with you. it's less of a punishment for you and more of a treat for him. he's a huge fan of claustrophobic sex, so the idea of being pressed against you for hours at a time,,, his larger body curled around yours as you squirm and whine in discomfort,,, it's to the point where he's deliberately trying to get you both in trouble just for a few minutes of alone time in that cold, dark crate. he can't help it. he just never feels more loved than when you can't get away from him <3
You suppose they all are, in a way, but Ren’s different. He treats you with a reverence the others unwillingly reserve for Lord Basilius. Like he’d die for you if you asked.
Maybe he would.
You stared at him, the bruising around his eyes darkening. Vampires healed faster, but they did still need time to heal. Ren had spoken little when he first came to you, letting you fuss over him as he clung to you.
At first you’d thought it was a mission gone wrong, another dangerous act of diplomacy that Lord Basilius had carelessly sent him on, but you’d seen Ren just yesterday after he’d returned.
It was only for a moment, as you sat on Lord Basilius’ lap while he greeted his fledgling, but you would have remembered if Ren had black and blue littering his pretty face. Ren’s mission had been a success too: that’s why you hadn’t been surprised when he turned up at your door. His sire had promised him your time, as a reward.
Now, Ren splayed himself on top of you, arms clinging to your hips as he buried his face against your abdomen. You stroked his fluffy red hair slowly, peering down at him. You weren’t sure what else you could do.
“Are you going to tell me what happened? Did you get into a fight with Seleucus?”
Ren’s face nuzzled into you, his nose poking your stomach. “No.”
“No, you won’t tell me, or no—”
“It wasn’t with Seleucus.”
You hesitated. It felt shameful to speak of the punishments they bore, the same ones that you evaded. “Was it Lord Basilius?”
Ren stiffened, green eyes finally raising to meet your own. One of them couldn’t open all the way because of the swelling. “Duran.”
“Duran? Ren, I don’t…what happened?”
“He attacked me.”
You tensed beneath him, thoughts turning to your other ‘companion.’ “That-that doesn’t sound like him. Why would he…are you sure there wasn’t some kind of—”
As you spoke, Ren sat up on his knees, and peered down at you with something unpleasant stirring in his light eyes. “He did. He hurt me, and now you’re defending him?”
Ren wasn’t very big or tall, but now, having his body on top of yours felt strangely suffocating, like a prey animal that fluffed up its tail enough to appear threatening. He usually reserved only his sweetest glances for you, but now his barely concealed anger bore down on you, like water finally slipping through the cracks.
“No, I wasn’t—I just don’t understand what happened. Ren I think you should get off—”
The vampire’s limbs straddled your hips, and instead of giving you space, he leaned forward to press your arms into the bed. Then, he bowed his head down to press himself close to you once again and whisper in your ear. “You always take his side. Never me. I’ve always been here, sticking up for you when the others wanted to kill you. Duran was the worst of them all. He wanted to do it just to get back at Lord Basilius, you know?”
You tried to reach a trapped hand to stroke his cheek, but he wouldn’t let you up. “Ren, please. Let’s just talk, okay?”
His breath was hot on your neck when he spoke. “I think I’m tired of talking, my love. Maybe you can show me how sorry you are another way…”
You sighed, and turned your head to the side. The vampire was quick to latch on to your throat, your thoughts melting away as he fed from you. It wasn’t painful, except for the beginning, but as you stared at the ceiling, you found that there wasn’t much you could focus on beyond stroking Ren’s hair.
You wanted to think about what you were going to say to him, about what he had said about Duran, but now everything seemed jumbled. Ren drank from you for a while, what felt like longer than usual, but time didn’t mean anything to you when you were being fed on, so perhaps you were mistaken.
By the time he released you, lapping stray red droplets from your neck in closing, you could hardly remember what had gotten you here in the first place.
Ren rolled off of you, then pulled you quickly into his arms, cuddling you like you were his favourite teddy bear.
Once your thoughts steadied, you finally spoke: “Will you please tell me what happened, honey?”
He liked it when you called him that. Ren stayed silent for a minute, and you thought he might have fallen asleep, but he stirred a moment later.
“He said I touched you where I wasn’t supposed to.”
Ren hadn’t really touched you anywhere, yet. At least, not what he made it sound like. You thought of how Duran had acted when he saw the light bruising on your thighs.
You pet Ren’s head as you spoke, and his arms tightened around you. “…I’m sorry, sweetie. I’ll talk to him, tell him you didn’t do anything.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, but you knew he wasn’t satisfied.
You weren’t sure he was wrong for it, either. Would Duran even listen?
You’d already told him in the moment, and he’d still hurt Ren anyway. Deep down, you knew there hadn’t been a mistake. The vampires were getting more antsy by the day, and it seemed you would be pulled apart in the aftermath. Still, your heart longed to placate your friend.
Ren was right, after all. He was always there for you. Even when he pushed you, needed you to coddle him.
“I’m sure he’ll come back to his senses in a few days and apologize. He’s probably just rilled up by his last mission. You understand that, right? You know…one day we’re gonna get out of here, Ren. You’ll come with us, won’t you?”
Ren’s grip loosened suddenly, and he turned to face you. “What do you mean? You’re leaving?”
You shrunk under his intense gaze. “Well, you can’t tell anyone, okay? But Duran and Elia want to leave, and I think they might take me. Not for a while, but—”
Your words provoked something frantic in Ren, his eyes wide and wild as he spoke. “No, you can’t—you know you can’t leave, my love, it’s not right. I won’t let them take you.”
“Honey, it’s okay…” You leaned forward to kiss his cheek, but at the last moment, Ren turned his head and pressed his lips to yours.
He suddenly moved his knees to straddle your hips, and continued to smother your lips with his own. You pushed gently at his chest, but Ren would not break the kiss, his lips moving against your own as though you would slip away at any moment.
You didn’t know what to think about it, but Ren didn’t give you much time to consider anything except how to placate him.
Finally, he pulled away, and you tried to speak even as you felt out of breath. “You—you could come with us, honey, please…”
Ren narrowed his eyes, his voice quiet as he spoke. “I’m your first. Your first friend. I should be the one who gets to fuck you first. It’s only right. When we do this, my love, you’ll realize that you never want to leave me. I’m the only one you need.”
Ren’s hips grinded against your own a moment later, and your body reacted even as your mind urged you to stop him.
“Are you,” the thoughts spun in your head along with the sound of your own heartbeat, “are you asking me or telling me?”
Ren stared at you with those big, green eyes. They didn’t seem to sparkle the same way as before. Maybe they never had. “Lord Basilius promised you to me, my love…but if you want to disappoint him…”
Your eyes shut at his words.
Ren used to be so sweet, when you first arrived. No one cared to talk to you, except for him. You still remembered that gentle smile, the way he intertwined your hands when he could sense how scared you were.
You used to think it was because he was kind, but maybe he’d just been lonely all along. The last time you asked Ren about his life before he’d been taken in by Basilius, he’d only scrunched his nose and shrugged, unable to recall even his parents. The other spawn tolerated him at best, detested him at worst. Lord Basilius thought of him as weak.
You were there. Was that all there was to it?
As he kissed down your neck and across your breasts, you wondered if he really cared about you. He took his time exploring your body, and you hated that part of you loved it because part of you loved him.
Ren always had a way of tugging on your heartstrings, even when he was ripping them out.
Once he finished undressing you, carefully peeling away each layer like you were something to be cherished, Ren returned to your lips. His kiss was soft and needy, gentle but always demanding more. As he enjoyed your lips, one of Ren’s hands slipped down beneath your bodies to play with your clit, rubbing it in firm but gentle motions.
He smiled against your lips when your hips bucked toward his hand. When he pulled away from your lips, he slipped his fingers down to tease your entrance. “So wet already, my love? I knew you needed me as bad as I needed you. I wish I could taste you, but I don’t think either of us can wait. Next time, then.”
You only stared at him, your mind hazy with need and blood loss.
Ren paused only to undress himself, and then he was back on you, his hard cock pressing between your thighs. He stroked it a couple times, smearing your slick onto himself, before he lined himself up.
Ren held your hand and smiled at you, that same smile from the very first day, as he pushed into you for the first time. You closed your eyes as he filled you, letting yourself cling to him even as you knew it would only feed this mania he’d been drawn into.
He started slow, but soon picked up speed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his thrusts became more frantic. You felt your orgasm building as he humped at your cunt and he stared at you with adoration in his eyes.
In that moment, you forgot all about whether or not Ren loved you or whether this was right or what Duran or any of the others would think. All you could think about was the feeling of his cock inside of you, the pleasure stirring in your gut, and the lovesick man who was so eager to have you.
You came only a few seconds before he did, losing yourself as he came inside of you.
Ren collapsed on top of you. He wrapped his arms around you, murmured his love for you, and promptly fell asleep, leaving you to consider the ramifications of what the hell had just happened.
You fell asleep with a hand in his hair, his cum leaking from your cunt, and a strange fear stirring in your heart about what he was becoming.
This idea has been stuck in my head for a while and i wanted to hear your opinion on it. imagine yuuji having a crush/feelings for reader (or maybe them in a relationship already? Idk i like the idea of him yearning) and yandere sukuna taking over yuuji’s body to noncon reader. Him saying stuff like “i can see why the brat likes you” <3
tw - implied non/con.
fjdsljfsdlj i see the vision i do but,,, consider,,, sukuna not being quite so straight-forward,,, you think, no, you know you have the most loving, caring partner in the entire world, always so respectful, always so happy to abide by your boundaries and take things slow,,, at least until you're cuddling one night and he suddenly goes stiff behind you. an arm wraps too tightly around your waist, his free hand slipping under your shirt. you try to laugh, to ask what he's doing, but he just stays quiet and keeps you pinned underneath him until you're reduced to a sobbing, writhing mess underneath him. his touch is cruel, selfish. he whispers such terrible things in your ear, possessive and derogatory. stupid slut. all mine. you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this. there is nothing familiar about the man above you.
in the morning, yuuji acts like he doesn't remember a thing. he tells you a story about demonic possession, spirits inhabiting bodies, deals made in times of crisis for momentary control. you want to believe him. really, you do. you love him more than anything. but it's all so outlandish, and yuuji's always been so touchy, and even if you do believe him, there's no physical change. there's no warning.
and so, you can really be sure about which one of them is in control, can you?
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