You and Wesker met in STARS, one of founding members in fact, you became close after missions together and you thought it would be a nice little friendship between you and your captain. Oh but he didn’t see it that way. Oh no, he saw you as the one. You got him, you watched his back, you patched him up. He was utterly infatuated with you. He adored how you took care of him and always took his advice and wants into account.
Every time someone got to you, you’d go to him. He was always more than happy to hear you rant, that person most likely wasn’t going to show up again anyways.
You two started to go out on missions alone together, however, you two were exploring a lab, one with very powerful aphrodisiacs, he bumped into one and one thing led to another and suddenly you’re underneath him in a dimmed, tight, cramped space. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his mouth on your jaw, his hands frantically flying to your clothes, trying to rip them off of your figure. His hips crushing your’s with every movement sending sweet blissful friction to both you and him.
Wesker’s hands quickly flew to his belt, trying desperately to undo it as he explored your neck with his mouth. Just barely freeing his dick from the confines of his pants as he started to shove down your own pants. You two didn’t have a lot of time, but god neither of you cared in this moment.
The aphrodisiac must’ve been used solely for reproduction purposes since Wesker kept muttering about how he was going to fill you with his kids. He kept on repeating how he was going to fuck you until you had his kid. The aphrodisiac was affecting you as well, so none of this raised any alarm bells. Not even why the two of you were even in a lab with aphrodisiacs.
His red dick bumped against your wet cunt which made you both groan at the feeling. He forced his head up, throwing aside the headset to have better access to your mouth, lips bumping into each other as you two kept moving. Your hands undid some of the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, sliding one hand up his abdomen while the other caressed his face so lovingly.
Where the aphrodisiac made him borderline animalistic, it made you so incredibly lovey-dovey. His cock bumped against your soaking cunt a few time before finally pushed its way in with a single thrust. He let out a very loud groan of your name, hips immediately started to move as if he was in a trance. Where he kept on repeating, “Breed you. Breed you. I need to breed you. Have my kids. Take my spawn.” Over and over again.
His thrusts were hypnotic. The bruising grip on your waist was so tight, one hand holding your head as you two kissed and tasted each other. He was so much bigger than you and you loved it, you swore his cock hit your cervix a couple of times. There was a prominent bump in your abdomen when he thrusted in, your thighs shaking as his hips slammed into your’s.
Bites and hickies littered your exposed skin, you gripping onto his uniform as he did to your’s. Wishing to be free from your clothes but unable to because of the aphrodisiac swimming in the air around you two. You could hear every guttural groan into your ear, every animalistic growl, every single sigh, moan and whine. It was bliss, especially as he came into your vision to kiss you on the lips hard, breaking some of the skin.
His thrusts became more and more erratic, the wet noise of your arousal and him pounding into your cunt.
“I’m going to-,” He pulled back his head with a growl, “I’m going to cum. I’m…I’m going to cum inside. Inside you.”
The thought made his hips try to slam his dick deeper into your cunt, as if it was trying to breach your womb, all you could do was lay back and moan. The pain and pleasure amped up by the aphrodisiac was too much to bare.
“I’m going to breed you, breed you full.” His voice whispered into your ear, kissing up your jaw, kissing your earlobe, neck and face. “Have my kids. Have our kids. Have our kids.”
More and more sloppy his thrusts became until he finally, finally pushed in deep. Cock pressed deep inside, as deep as he could possibly go, and warm cum filled your cunt. His seed. The sensation quickly sent you over the edge as well, clenching down around his cock, bringing another moan from the man above you.
You two calmed down from the wild couple of minutes? Hours? From the wild experience. But he did not leave your cunt, in fact he felt hard again. Wesker peered down at your face, sweat and covered in his sloppy kisses.
With a groan he started to move again, he needed to make sure it takes. He told you as much as well. He didn’t care if the two of you were overstimulated. He just wanted you forever, and if you having his kids meant that would happen, then by god he will make sure you do.
Could you please do a brief part 2 on your yandere zhongli x reader one shot? I am very curious as to the ending... Will Zhongli's archon come out? Will the reader meet certain demise? Is there any way for zhongli to realize his feelings without violence? How about the partner betraying reader, and reader reacting to it like the absolute royalty they are? Thanks!
Zhongli knew that what he wanted couldn’t be claimed. You were a person, and you couldn’t just claim people.
But he didn’t care.
He knew that it was foolish to feel so strongly over someone that he could only think of you as his [Y/N], his and his only. No one in their sane mind would think the way he did about you, and he didn’t care. He could taste you on his tongue, feel you on his lips, and hear you in his mind, calling to him to bring you home from your lonely world. He wouldn’t be denied the chance to be with you any longer.
”This shall come to good use,”
The bronze-hued Serenitea Pot given to him by his good madame certainly would find its use soon, very soon.
He stopped by your home at night, after pathetically begging just about anyone you knew to find out where you lived. What was the purpose of a partner if they couldn't even protect you? He got in with ease.
Pathetic. They were unfit of having someone so meticulous and perfect like you, [Y/N].
Sleeping soundly with your partner, you were completely unaware of the murderous archon who now stood at the foot of your bed. His serpent-like yellow eyes never left your body, making himself nearly salivate over how much he wanted to take you all for himself.
Now, he could have you all to himself. The time was now.
He placed the Serenitea Pot delicately onto your navel as to not wake you, then wrapped your hands around its body, before opening the top of the pot. The effects were nearly instantaneous - he had to be quick to step away, lest he was consumed as well; and he didn't want that just yet.
He smirked greedily to himself at the sight of the air around you distorting. The Realm Within was summoned now, to consume you, and take you to the world he created specifically for you. And he would join you...soon. He just needed to deal with some unwanted pests before he could spend his ideal life with you.
"Huh... huh? [Y/N]?" Your partner sleepily murmured like a lost child, making Zhongli's nose wrinkle with disgust. How dare they utter your name as if they deserve to.
Zhongli summoned his spear, the fabled Vortex Vanquisher, to his side. While your partner was still occupied, he took this chance to raise his spear high.
Crchh-!
"No one else can have [Y/N]. [Y/N] is mine to cherish."
Zhongli stepped away from the mess, eyeing the blood splatter on his clothing in the mirror with distaste. "Oh, this won't do. [Y/N] wouldn't be too pleased." But at least I ridded us of the obstacle separating us, finally.
a little late, but happy to actually continually pay attention enough to get something out. maybe an alternate ending eventually? :D sorry, my depression's been really kicking my ass, and i can't find the motivation to update.
A/N: not requested by anyone, just showing that you can also request fem!yandere chars... not sure if this is good though hehe
pairing: yandere!ei x gender neutral reader
word count: ~1500
warning(s): yandere content, dark content. royalty x reader themed so possible power imbalance
“The world would be empty if I didn't have you." Her voice was low, disembodied, and empty.
She just wanted you to stay. You don't know if she actually loved you anymore; perhaps she just wanted someone to stay with her so she wasn't so lonely.
Ei's overbearing nature was beginning to hamper your relationship with her. Even now, all you planned to do was have a nice time with her at the palace, and still she seemed like she wanted you there, by her side... and not by any normal means. You couldn't simply explain it, though...
Being the consort to Her Eternal Excellency, while it was once the most beautiful privilege to bear in your mind at one point, was now the most restricted you’d ever felt in your life—and you hated every waking moment you were alone, or without Ei on your arm. The eyes she kept on you were unceasing and followed your every movement down to the hesitant switch in direction; and there was no doubt in your mind that no other consort in the history of Teyvat suffered as extensively as you did at this very moment.
”...Ei, I’m not going anywhere today. I told you that already.” You softly responded, releasing a sigh that prompted her to drape her arms around you. The hug had little to it, and her words even less so, as she said nothing but nuzzled her face into your neck. "You're very warm," she murmured to you, bringing her slender digits up to your cheek to gently caress it. Her touch felt warm, at least. She was trying. Unfortunately, her trying wasn’t enough.
At least you could enjoy the outside air, no?
”You won’t… you won’t leave me, will you [Y/N]?” Ei’s voice was just above the sounds of the flowing water surrounding you. Delicate, like she normally was. You felt a sigh release from your lips, and if it wasn’t bad enough that you had released this bottled-up emotion—you hesitated to answer her. Because the truth was plain: Ei wasn’t the same woman you knew anymore, no, she was… a tyrant.
”What is that supposed to mean? Why are you sighing?”
Her grip around your jaw tightened, making you wince with discomfort as her slender digits turned your head to hers. Her somewhat long nails pressed into your cheeks, forcing you to stare at her.
“…Ei, you’re scaring me,” you tried to get her to see reason, “please. Just let me go, okay?”
”I’m scaring you?? No, you’re scaring me,” Ei tentatively let up on her temporary restraint. “You’re the one who’s trying to leave… y-you’re trying to separate us,”
”No. All I'm doing is going outside, Ei,” You lied.
. . . But over time, she’d gotten worse. There were things you weren’t privy to, even as her lover and the other half of the two people she trusted with her life. You could hear her paranoid inner ramblings when the two of you slept together. She kept herself up at night worrying about the consequences of her actions, and not even you, her beloved [Y/N], could do anything to console her but be there for her, and even now; it felt like you were being trapped by her.
She had become worse than you could’ve imagined—between the Vision Hunt and Sakoku Decree, you could no longer leave the palace’s front door step without being accompanied by someone she personally handpicked, and the trust she put in these people was about as far as you could throw a weighted fukubukuro in a lake.
Night fell upon you, much sooner than you would've liked. Ei’s soft lips pressed to the base of your nape to deliver a tender goodnight kiss, making tingles dance up your spine... it felt so good when she gave you kisses, even now.
“Goodnight, [Y/N]. I’ll see you in the morning.” She softly spoke, before leaving you be in your assigned bedroom—one that, after some time, you could hear the guards shuffling into place to protect you from some unknown threat. It wasn't entirely known to you what she did when the two of you weren't together.
This wasn't love to you; she was trapping you. But what did you do?
Run. It was the only option.
And even then, this solution felt useless—what if everyone knew what you looked like? What if you didn't have anyone to turn to? But you hoped that Ei’s paranoia would factor in how little people knew about you, so that you would be free to roam the streets when you finally escaped.
You had no one but your family... but who knew what she did with them.
You peeled the thick blankets off yourself and rose from your bed. Twilight twinkled in through the half-cracked shoji... it was a beautiful night, and the world below you was nothing but ocean. You turned your attention to the door barring you from the rest of the palace and crept over to it.
"You pay attention to everything that happens within these walls. Report to me if [Y/N] does anything."
Ei's eyes glared at the door for a few moments before tearing them away. She suspected something was up, but she couldn't quite tell what. She couldn’t leave you alone, could she?
”…”
She walked away from the doors. "I'll wait for you, [Y/N], like I always have." She whispered.
The night progressed into the deeper hours, and by now, you were certain that the guards by your door had finally shaken their posts to go do something else. You wasted no time crawling out of your bed and tip-toeing toward the door, where you knew salvation from this world lied. There was no time to get anything... the clothes on your back would do...
You slowly opened the door and scurried across the open room to the much larger doors, past the beloved relics you shared with her, past the beauty of your shared life with her. None of these things mattered..!
"[Y/N]."
You stopped dead in your tracks. Fear washed over you, making your knees buckle into place. You couldn't feel your calves anymore.
Ei's slender arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pressing you flush to her chest. You could feel her heartbeat, and she could feel yours... the ultimate lovers' bond, one that you couldn't share with someone you felt that you were no longer in love with. "You feel so warm..." she nuzzled the nape of your neck, breathing in the same scent that she was hopelessly infatuated with.
"What... what is it, Ei?" You asked softly.
"I was just wondering where you were going." She replied.
"Out."
"Without me?" Ei tilted her head, revealing her glowing violet hues to you. Their glow alone was enough to make a shiver tumble down your spine. How do you get out of this?? "It was just outside. I wasn't going far."
"You weren't going far, hmm?" Her eyes hooded. "But you were leaving somewhere without me. Don't you know how far away that is?"
"..." you didn't know how to respond.
"No... no you didn't. Well, I have somewhere you'd might like to go." She calmly mentioned; though you couldn't possibly wonder what it was. "Come with me..."
Without any choice, you followed her.
Her throne room was desolate, save for the large burn stain in the middle of the floor from the encounter with La Signora, and a table with three zabuton (pillow chairs). In the right was none other than her puppet, staring back at you with the same eyes as Ei's... perhaps more hollow. She stood and made her way down the platform to greet you with a small, pleasant smile on her thin lips. "[Y/N]." She said your name in the same voice as the real Ei's. It was never something you could quite wrap your mind around... "I'm glad I could finally see you."
Their bodies draped themselves around you, surrounding you in an intoxicating Ei-embrace. Even the puppet's skin felt so warm and life-like. But this wasn't what you wanted...
"Let us take you to a place you will surely love."
The world went dark around you—until it wasn't, and you were relieved of sleep. You woke up with your head on Ei’s lap—you knew this feeling from anywhere.
Above you was a beautiful, vibrant purple mixed with a deep blue to emulate twilight. And in the middle of this frame was none other than Ei’s beautiful face staring back at you. “…” you furrowed your brows as you sat up. “What…” this world was far different than what you remembered the world around you being—what was this? Where did she take you?
”Is it beautiful?” Ei asked you while her hands gently rubbed down your back. “I worked hard to get you here. I hope it’s to your liking.” She smiled and pressed her chin to your shoulder.
”W-what is this place?” You glanced over at her in the corner of your eye. “Where have you taken me, Ei?”
”Your forever home.” She kissed your cheek. “Now we’ll never be apart—you, me, and our thoughts intertwined… I couldn’t have it any other way.” She purred.
Trapped to be her lover forever..? It sounded like absolute insanity! ”Why would you do this?!” You snapped, pushing yourself away from her and stumbling to your feet. “You’ve trapped me here!! I don’t know how to get out! This wasn’t what I wanted—I wanted to get away from you!”
All around you was pure nothingness. "What have you done?!?" you shrieked.
"You're in my euthymia, love," Ei reached up to console you by pulling your body down into her arms. She wrapped her arms around you and pressed your head to her neck, stroking down your locks lovingly. "My forever. Our forever." she grinned.
Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, implied past drugging, gaslighting/emotional manipulation.
Word count: 3.5k.
CHAPTER III OF III // The Captain.
Everyone who meets Kaeya Alberich forms a different opinion of him.
It’s almost as if he were an ancient tome receiving various translations — the general consensus remains the same, while everyone adds a unique twist of their own. Some said you should only trust him as far as you could throw him. Others whisper he’s joined the Knights with a secret agenda. Many seem to think that although he is something of an enigma, he carried out his duties with the freedom Mondstadt so enthusiastically promotes. Always following the rules would be the antithesis of the Anemo Archon’s ideology.
As for your opinion, well… you think he is someone that was forced to grow up too soon.
warning(s): yandere content, dark content, possible kidnap
a/n: i have a request from a user on tumblr that i haven't gotten to just yet. just letting you know publicly that i will be getting to your request soon!
The nifty furniture and sparsely decorated walls were stained with blots of ink and permeated the air with its unmistakable scent. The lights were on to provide the most lighting three bulbs could manage, revealing pages and snippets of drafts here and wherever - and in the midst of this chaos sat none other than Xingqiu, tirelessly working on whatever you could've assumed to be his newest project - the sight worried you, as the distress was written clearly across his meager countenance.
"Xing, everyone's worried about you. . . I'm worried about you. It's been awhile since we last spoke. Everyone's been telling me that they haven't seen you," you spoke quietly at the doorway.
The air in the room fell deathly still. His glass pen stopped scrawling, and a soft thud followed as it hit the paper, before he turned around to reveal his weary expression; though, his eyes seemed to light up when they graced your figure. As if you were perhaps a figment of his exhausted imagination, it was only until he could confirm the disembodied voice that he could rest. Xingqiu stood up at once and hurried over to your body before sucking you into a tight embrace, causing you to return his warm affections. He smelled of books, at least he was taking care of himself. "[Y/N]." He murmured your name softly, as if relief overwhelmed him. "I'm so happy to see you. I'm so, so happy to see you."
"Where have you been?" You asked, pulling away from him to see his amber hues staring weakly at you. "This place is a mess, what happened?"
"I've been trying to find my way." his smile fell within an instant. "Even the way I sit doesn't feel right anymore - it's as if I've lost my touch and I don't know why." He sighed, "my life feels adventurous as is! I can even imagine a vivid trip to Inazuma despite not having set foot there personally, not recently at least. So why am I stuck in this rut? Something is clouding my mind. . ." maybe because I tried to replace you. He grimaced, making your frown intensify as well. "Maybe its best to just give it a few days," you replied. "People will always look forward to your material."
"No, no. I won't allow that. My imagination is far too active to sit idly. I need new material, a new muse. Someone who can act as the body for my mind." He shook his head and pulled away from you altogether, leaving your body cold from the newfound lack of warmth.
"I understand. . . I'm just happy that you're alright. We can worry about that later." You knew better than to argue with your dear friend. He was such a hardhead, but alas, if his head wasn't hard, then how would he keep all of his ideas contained within? "Let's go out and get something to eat, then. Maybe you just need a good meal to get the creative juices flowing!"
"You're right, maybe a break of scenery could help. I am craving something to eat at the moment." Xingqiu sighed. He looked down at his clothing and turned on his heel, before rushing into another room attached to this one.
In the meantime you stepped further into the room to examine your surroundings - this room was an absolute mess. Thankfully most of the damage was centralized to his desk, with empty ink wells, books, and papers scattered across the floor, which captured your curiosity. Maybe he needed to hear from someone whose opinion he valued that some of these ideas were worth expansion? Of course, you loved and supported your dear friend and would read any of his work, so you didn't mind walking up to take a peek at some of the scattered rough drafts. You picked up a page that looked particularly promising and opted to stand to read, since well, there was ink all over the couch.
The paper read:
It was as if he was living in a fanciful dream; being able to talk and interact with someone whom he found himself so endearingly infatuated with on such a consistent basis. He likened it to eating his favorite food every day, although he would never be tired of the taste of [Y/N]. He loved them like no other, and would truly find no other like them. Seeing them was like watching the beautiful rays of dusk spill over the stalwart Liyuan mountains. . .every word they spoke was absorbed into his skin and spoken on his tongue, until their colorful words, anger, sorrow, and joy covered him like decorative sleeves. He became obsessed with them and the ichor of their imagination, wanting to be with them every waking moment of the day. He wanted them for himself; no jewel was more precious than the one he had come across on that fateful day. [date].
He could hardly stand being away from them - his excitement always caused him to lose sleep while his thoughts surged to create more idyllic scenarios for the future; these were ones where he could imagine them being together for the better. Frolicking through Liyue's gorgeous meadows, or tumbling excitedly down a hill, hand in hand with [Y/N] were just a couple of the plentiful scenarios he kept in his head under lock and key. He wanted to know what they were doing, and what story they could meticulously craft for their little dates when they were apart. What would they do to twist his heart, and how sweet would their words sound to his ears?
He'd never met someone who could capture his attention in such a way that he felt pained to be apart from them.
Their name was [Y/N], and they were the perfect person. The epitome of beauty, the gifted, the benevolent and kind.
Their travels were numerous, the adventures long, short, and between. He could sit and listen to them for hours, drawing his inspiration from their sublime stories for grand tales spun from their combined imaginations. . . they were whole when they were together, when he was with [Y/N].
Be with them.
Have them.
Huh? No, you were reading this right. It couldn't have been some coincidence that the love interest had the same first and last name as you. . .
You carefully put the piece of paper down to look at another one; though, these drafts seemed to hold fewer and fewer the more you looked at them. One of them was even as simple as just. . . your name on the paper. [Y/N] [L/N]. Over, and over, and over.
You looked to the next piece. Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
I WANT [Y/N]
"What?" you furrowed your brows.
And that's when you noticed that your hand was over a blot of ink, making you retract it with worry. You uncovered something. . . your name etched into the wood of his desk. You felt anxiety raise up from deep within you, causing you to take a step away from it all. Something was clearly wrong with your good friend, but what? Was it even something you wanted to discuss? Maybe it was more appropriate to get the hell out.
"What is it [Y/N]?"
"AH!" You shrieked, immediately turning and pressing the shy of your back to his desk. Your eyes went wide at the sight of him; he stood perfectly still with a small smile on his handsome face. He wore his signature outfit, and as beautiful as he was, you were still a tad unsettled. But, you felt comfortable enough to ask. "You scared me! Xing, what are these?" You asked as you lifted up the piece you just read and handed it over to him. "Do you. . . do you have a crush on me or something?" your voice took on a softer tone.
Xingqiu's expression dropped, and the heat rising to his cheeks immediately made him flush. "You. . . weren't supposed to see that." he looked away from you to gaze at the wall for a moment.
You could immediately feel guilt coursing within your veins. "W-well, if it makes you feel better, I appreciate the piece," you remarked with a small frown. "You can turn the worst people into the best. You've made me sound like a bonafide adventurer when I just enjoy traveling and bringing you little knick-knacks." You reached over and pulled him into a side hug, which he hesitantly reciprocated. No matter how genuine you came off, you knew it wasn't going to get rid of the feeling he harbored within him. . . and truth be told, you didn't know how to react to the news. . . there was just so much to say with so little time. . .
"That's because you are. You're perfect. You should be what everyone aspires to be." Xingqiu's voice was just below a whisper. It was as if you were forcing him to speak his mind.
His grip on you tightened past the zone of comfort, making you wince. "Are you alright?" You attempted to put some space between the two of you, but he closed that gap almost immediately. Even the door had been shut, much to your surprise. . . when did he do all of that? You were in the same room as him, so how did you not hear it?
"You know, you are the muse that I desire. Your beauty, your insight, everything. . . it all matters to me." Xingqiu started as he locked the door behind the two of you. "It would be a mistake if I so willingly chose to pry us apart again, and I won't make the same one again. I need you more than ever."
"B-but this isn't the way to do it," you explained while you pushed him. "You need to get out of this house, Xing. You have a responsibility to the people you've aligned yourself with. . . and this isn't you."
He merely stumbled back. The push wasn't hard or anything, of course you wouldn't want to hurt him, but looking at it in hindsight - you wished you knocked the wind out of him to allow yourself for a chance to get out.
"I've found out why I haven't been myself, and like I said before, I made a terrible attempt to separate us, in hopes that I would feel better. But I don't, and I won't - that's why it's important to keep you here." Xingqiu narrowed his eyes. "All I need to do is look. You don't have to worry about being held captive. . . you are free to roam around my home as you please, but I assure you, I won't be letting you go anytime soon."
bouquet of flowers (yandere!diluc x gender neutral reader)
pairing: yandere!diluc x reader
words: ~1,800
warning(s): yandere content, dark content such as: isolating, stalking
Outstretched arms enveloped your figure and pressed you flush to their fleshy chest, embracing your sleeping figure with all their gentle might. . . strands of crimson hair floated gracefully to the floor to be forgotten about the moment they touched the moonlit floorboards with each delicate shift of their head; once perched on your shoulder while knowing you wouldn’t wake up from this simple gesture, they caught a deep whiff of your scent: reminiscent of sweets, it was enough to make their mouth salivate with hunger that enhanced their desire for you and you alone.
Your body shifted to accommodate this new position; your mind stirred for a mere moment before it was allowed to drift back into the deep state of sleep, making them sigh a gentle breath of relief.
Their hands trailed slowly down your spine. Revealing themselves to be none other than Diluc himself when his fiery hues darted over to the mirror next to your window with the moonlight pouring directly onto his ivory skin, he observed your sleeping figure in the moonlight and found joy in being able to embrace you as close as he could like this, knowing you were in his arms, his needy embrace.
His eyes followed his hands while they worked effortlessly to be as gentle as a feather to your skin, admiring the goosebumps that raised on your skin in his digits' wake with unadulterated awe. He didn't want to wake you up, after all.
There was a hint of a smirk with his lips pressed so intimately to your shoulder. Diluc couldn't believe the answer to his problems could be solved if he just took matters into his own hands. . . he wouldn't have to worry any longer about being so lonely when he had you right here with him. You didn't need to speak. You didn't need to look. You didn't need to know. You had fulfilled everything for him, down to being the sole holder of the key to his still-beating heart. You were his, and he was yours, forever bound together by the red string of fate.
But it wasn't enough to be able to just be with you.
He craved more. To be able to touch you and bring you with him anywhere and everywhere - to have you in his arms, conversing happily with the people of Mondstadt and remarking on how you were his newly beloved, the new face of the Dawn Winery - but the truth was strained, construed, twisted. He was infatuated, obsessed. He saw no one else, even as the famed Dark Knight who'd won the favor of plenty, he only saw [Y/N].
"I love you." he whispered against your ear, so inaudibly so that it felt like his lips were merely moving against your sensitive flesh.
"..."
Your body stirred again, making him release you at once. His arms unfurled from your figure and allowed you to serenely drop onto the mattress beneath you. Placing his hands on either side of your body, he took in the beauty of his [Y/N] doused in the beautiful moonlight that trickled in through the open window, knowing that one day, this would all be his to dote upon.
With the rolling breeze; your eyes opened to see nothingness. You sat up and sheepishly touched your cheek, what was that?
SOME TIME LATER
"Diluc! It's good to see you again! I missed you and your delicious drinks, and I can't wait to hear all that juicy gossip your patrons seem to gravitate to," you greeted him as you walked toward him. You plopped yourself on top of one of the many barstools connected to the infamous tavern's bar, where the man of the hour stood.
A new evening, a new chance for him to see you. As far as he was supposed to be concerned, you were recovering from being sick and bedridden, and no one but Barbara had seen you for days - which, he obviously didn't care to respect your privacy and invited himself into your home anyway. The glee was wiped clean off his countenance and hardened into his typical stoic gaze the moment your hues met his. With some pep in your step, you happily approached the man and sat down at the bar juxtaposed to his standing position. "[Y/N], it's been awhile." he addressed you and put down the glass he was cleaning. "What can I do for you today?" He asked.
"I was just wondering if I could talk to you about something that I've been experiencing?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Also, I'd like a [drink]* if you don't mind." Ah, your favorite. He should've known. "Coming right up - and sure, if you want, you can talk to me about it; hopefully it's better than what everyone else's been talking about these days." He remarked, though he had a feeling he already knew what you were going to talk about.
You hummed and thought about it for a moment, before chuckling and shaking your head. "It's going to sound so weird! I probably shouldn't have mentioned it, but I know people grow more curious when you mention something and then immediately follow it up with like, 'nevermind' or something. Knowing you though, you probably wouldn't even care if I stopped talking." You droned while you thought about just what you could say to him without sounding super crazy . . . but was it worth a shot anyhow? Maybe he's had a similar experience, no?
"Don't talk so poorly of yourself. I happen to think highly of you among my patrons, [Y/N]. . ." Diluc scoffed. "You're the only one who can provide a decent conversation."
"Well, here goes," you sighed as Diluc passed you the drink of choice. You stared into it while you began. "It seems like these past few nights I've been having vivid dreams that almost feel too real to be a dream? If that makes sense. The dream will begin with someone coming in my room at night through the window; they have red hair, kind of like yours, actually," you tilted your head, "and they'll hug me; make me feel nice. They'll say sweet things to me, like something straight out of. . . well, a dream! Telling me that they'll take me away from here, that they'll treat me like something, that they'll never be lonely with me. Like, doesn't that sound dreamy? I wonder where they'd take me!"
Color Diluc surprised by your thoughts.
It almost slipped from his lips, the simple but powerful words "I love you," . . . his heart palpated and nearly made him drop his wash cloth. It made him so happy.
"Maybe it is me," he joked. . . "Where would you like to go?"
"Diluc!" You gasped, feeling your cheeks flush with shock. "Don't joke around like that. . ." you mumbled.
Hmm. You sipped your drink and tapped your fingers against the polished white porcelain teacup. "[Place]*. I think it would be a wonderful place to get away from the hustle and bustle of it all; just me and my favorite things."
Diluc stared at you quietly. It was a place that fit you if he was allowed to give in his two cents; there was something about the serenity he'd seen in you that made you a perfect candidate for any place. "I can see that." He smirked a tad, "maybe you'll get lucky? Maybe that person in your dreams might take you there? Who knows? What if they're in this very tavern, listening in on our conversation?" He suggested, merely making you chuckle at him. But they were in this tavern, and they were listening to your conversation. He could feel his heart's rhythm beginning to skip beats; he was nervous, he'd never done something like this before.
"Well, if they do, I wouldn't mind," you half-joked, releasing a chuckle and sipping on your tea. "Maybe they're a delightful person, if they're real. Perhaps we could spend the rest of our lives together, growing old while they fed me moonberries."
Day after day, you would come to this tavern. You would chat with him, blissfully unaware that he was the one who entered your dreams - the man of your dreams. And night after night, Diluc would lay against you and caress your flesh while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, pressing your flesh to his in hopes he could somehow devour you, mind and soul, until you were one with him. "We'll be together forever." were his favorite words; they were simple, but effective.
He never had to get jealous. He always knew where you were, and who you were with; his eagle eye followed your every step through Mondstadt's long-winding streets, while he himself neglected his day responsibilities and put more focus into his night responsibilities to protect you from everyone.
You were his favorite person - you knew your boundaries and didn't step on other people's feet. It made isolating you much easier . . . and you were none the wiser. If he was the only person you looked forward to seeing, then it would sate his loneliness and let him know that he was the only person in your life. He needed you as much as you needed him.
Your body laid stiffly in the comfortable bed on this fine night. The window was closed to stop the cold autumnal breeze from knocking the sheets off the bed, but the curtains were drawn back to allow the mysterious gaze of the moon to peer into your bedroom and provide its comforting light in your otherwise pitch-black bedroom.
The deathly stillness of the room was enough to make Diluc apprehensive about his entry over the fear that he might perturb you while you slept, but he couldn’t just stand there - you were behind the thin glass that separated him from you; and nothing could stand in the way of love in its rawest, most twisted form.
He couldn’t stand here for much longer, not when you were so close to him, not when he wanted to hold you in his lonely arms.
Zhongli was never quite the one to become flustered. . . no, he never submitted to humane desires, as they were often overlooked in his wizened age. He could handle himself effortlessly - having lived hundreds of years would give him that ability.
But if there was one thing he couldn't handle, it was his growing infatuation with you.
The feeling of your hands touching his skin was so vivid that it made it crawl, even when he was in the same room as you, staring you down without cease; and when your eyes locked with his, it felt like he was being admired by something higher than him, even though he was, too, at one point, a god. The feeling was alien, enjoyable, suffocating. He wanted - no, he needed more of this validation he sought from just you alone.
Never once had he felt so intimidated by someone that he would outright refuse to mingle with them. Perhaps he felt ashamed of this fact, or perhaps he felt that being in your presence was enough to sate his growing craving. It had been, at least, up until this point. He could no longer shun these feelings that made him desperate or nauseous. He wanted to. . . he wanted to speak with you, to be with you, to have his voice be heard. I want you [Y/N], I want you.
But how?
Where did he reach you?
As you began your work at the Wansheng Funeral Parlor under Director Hu Tao's orders, you worked hard, effortlessly, and beautifully. Every stroke of your hand against your handiwork left the inside of his mouth feeling dry with desire; how he wished it was him. . . so childishly wishing that it was him and his body that your hand graced. Catching himself staring while you worked, wishing he could open his mouth to say something to you, but closing himself off. If you hadn't noticed him by this point, was there really a reason to pursue you? Zhongli would deliberately toot his own horn by saying he was a popular enough character besides what was granted to him by godhood that people would know his name all throughout Liyue Harbor. . . and yet, you didn't look his way, not even once.
It drove him mad. Was it insanity to desire someone more, the more they ignored you? He certainly believed so. His heart bled with an unfamiliar blood that turned black while his thoughts reached superfluous heights of delirium; was there nothing that could sate this gnawing hunger?
"Mr. Zhongli! You should come with [Y/N] and I to this gathering being hosted by the spectacular Yun Jin! I think it would be the perfect time to talk about the Wansheng Funeral Parlor's services, don't you think?" Hu Tao jested while the two of them stood aside within the parlor, observing your handiwork yet again as it was prepared to send yet another soul off to the afterlife; as it was something he would do frequently now beyond the unseen eye. It just so happened that Hu Tao was so strange in her own right that she didn't care that he was here, a blessing in itself. Zhongli would've normally protested against invading someone's open space. . . a party, nonetheless.
Still, he believed it was within character to question her, and so, he did. "And you believe that this is as good a time as any to provide our services? While the people are lounging about to celebrate the gathering they've attended? While they listen to Yun Jin's spectacular voice?" He lightly chuckled at her. "What gave you the idea to do that?"
"Our work never stops, Mr. Zhongli! No matter the circumstance, death always arises! Anyway- I'll see you there." He didn't say yes or no to her, but he knew that his answer was a definite yes. If you were going to be there, why- he didn't want to be anywhere else, then.
LATER
The time crept along slowly, but when it arrived, it felt as if it strangled him. His gloved palms were slick with perforation and twitched with uncertainty while he waited, alone, at the entrance to the gathering, highlighted by the large lanterns that acted sort of like a parameter around the set stage. He sheepishly stared at the gathering of people that wasn't too far away - but felt so foolishly close - with his heart pounding so harshly in his chest that he felt he may not survive the evening ahead of him.
"Mr. Zhongli! It's so good to see you!"
He turned his head and was encapsulated by the sight of you in your informal dress; he drank you in unapologetically and feverishly like someone would if they got ahold of the glue stick on a piece of paper. Your beauty was unmatched. . . like a pond full of glaze lilies on a full moon; the twinkle in your eye could've left his mouth agape, had he lost his manners. "Why, it's so good to see you as well," he breathed as he turned fully to meet you and Hu Tao. "You both look stunning." His soft, charming smile masked the painful feelings of longing. "Let us be hasty; I heard Chef Wanmin provided the catering services tonight, and I would hate to miss out on it."
"Thank you! Of course," you responded to him, before looking over at Hu Tao. "Shall we?"
"Yes! I never thought you'd ask," Hu Tao beamed at you, taking your hand into hers and threading it tightly between her fingers. The sight aroused something deep, deep within Zhongli. . . as he stared at every painstaking motion of your hands gluing together to form the stake that would pierce his heart and release the floodgates of black ichor that would coat his insides, until he was nothing but pure black.
Why?
Was there someone else. . . was it Hu Tao, was she the someone else?
He was jealous.
"I'll be sure to rendezvous with all the people you don't speak to." Zhongli stepped aside to allow the two of you to walk ahead of him. "Please, don't be shy. . . I'm sure these attendees will be more than delighted to hear about the Wansheng Funeral Parlor and what we can do for them." He spoke casually, making the two of you laugh. "Of course! Let's try our best," you beamed at him, before ushering Hu Tao along. "The sound of food does sound promising!"
He watched you disappear into the crowd. . . watching, and watching as your image faded into the distance, making him grimace as his heart began to swell uncontrollably. Why did it hurt to see this picture now, when he'd seen it so many times before? Why didn't he reach out to you and pull you to him, so that he could have you to himself, so that he could feel safe?
Zhongli became inconsolable; his slitted, dargon-like orange hues glared venomously at your back as it stretched thin into the distance; he knew that if he was to languish he would indubitably suffer, and thus, he embarked on the journey of following after you.
He felt so ashamed of himself - but need always triumphs pride, in any situation. He couldn't even describe it as a conscious need to be within your presence; there was something primitive about it, an unspoken line that blurred as time continued. . . I am aching, please come be with me.
Lurking.
Going through.
Waiting around.
This stalking-type behavior could only provide the bare minimum he needed to thrive in this kind of environment. It irked him more than anything to see you cling to Hu Tao's arms, but impossibly even moreso while he watched your mouth move in the direction of other people. . . while he knew everything that could possibly come out of it, he craved your attention; he held the puerile need to be the center of it.
"I'm going to go try some of Chef Wanmin's food, I'm starving. Maybe I'll speak with Zhongli and see how he's doing if I see him there," you told Hu Tao, signaling to Zhongli to break out of this hazy fog that clouded his judgement. His lip quivered with anticipation as he stopped in his tracks, nearly bumping into someone as he did, and belting out a soft "my apologies" before swiftly turning on his heel. He hurried, to the best of his ability, over to the food tables. The wafting aroma of sweet, spicy-smelling food did do its job to invigorate him as he arrived shortly before you did.
"Mr. Zhongli, it's nice to see you here!" Chef Wanmin yelled to catch the man's attention, making him snap out of his hazy reverie. "Ah. . . yes, it's good to see you as well, sir. I trust that you've had a pleasant evening serving these fine people. Your restaurant, as always, is one of the best in Liyue Harbor. . ." he trailed off while his eyes scanned the crowd for you. As he caught sight of your pleasant figure brisking his way, he took a deep breath and looked back at Chef Wanmin. "I'll have whatever it is you'd like to serve me. I trust your judgement."
"I knew I could count on you to try some of the stranger items," the man chuckled, following his gaze to land on your prepossessing visage. "Who is that?" He asked, gesturing over to you.
"Zhongli, sir! Are you taking a break?" You asked, walking over to him, making him breathe deeply. "This is [Y/N]. [prn] a wonderful new addition to our staff at the Wansheng Funeral Parlor," he explained. "[Y/N], this is Chef Wanmin. If you are unfamiliar with the Wanmin Restaurant's goods, allow this to be the first time." He smiled at you, gesturing for you to sit beside him.
"Oh, of course! It's nice to meet you," you gesture to Chef Wanmin, before the two of you shook hands. "If Mr. Zhongli says that your food is delicious, then I trust him." You took your seat rightfully at Zhongli's side, glancing over at him. Now was as good a time as ever to strike up a conversation! "How are you doing tonight?" You asked.
His heart fluttered painfully, and hung onto every single word. From the simple act of looking up at him, meeting your gaze, and even listening to you speak in his direction, addressing him, was enough to make his heart swell to the point of bursting. "I-I'm fine," he cleared his throat. "Have you two had any success with advertising our services?" He asked.
"Not really. . . but I try to be there for Ms. Hu Tao because I know how much it means to her," you replied with a sigh. "I haven't been here for long, but I can tell - she really wants to continue this legacy."
"You're very insightful." He remarked. "I haven't had much luck myself, but, let us celebrate what we have accomplished over a nice dinner."
The rest of the night was wonderful. In his delusion he felt he'd grown to know who you were, or who you were to become as you grew older. He was truly enamored, from your subtle mannerisms, to the way your eyes glimmered as you talked about your interests. The desire to consume you, to own you. . . he was swamped by it, with a hold that threatened to suffocate him if he didn't act on these feelings.
You mentioned your partner by the end of the dinner, which left a bitter taste in his mouth throughout the rest of the evening. How he had not seen this coming was perplexing, but when he received the news, it became yet another bitter pill to swallow. But in the end, it made sense; it was his divine punishment for his deviancy. You were too perfect to not be held down by someone who was unfitting for you - even if he believed he was the perfect fit for the role as your divine partner - him, someone who couldn't even speak your name without a lump forming in his throat.
First, he could not have you, because he did not know you. . . but now that he knew you, he could not have you, because you had a partner.
It was the said deviancy that spoke to him in droves, commanding his every irrational move this time; his stalking was unabashed. If he couldn't have you, then he would make sure that no one could.
pairing: yandere!childe (tartaglia) x gender neutral reader
words: ~1,700
warning(s): warning for yandere / implied dark content
A/N: (1/3) requests completed. if you're interested in seeing me write for your favorite genshin character, please feel free to send in a request! <3
The Moonchase Festival looked so beautiful in the distant afternoon glow. It was splendid and hot, so hot out here. At least it was better to be hot in this smoldering heat than to be subjected to the harsh cold of Snezhnaya, where you were originally from.
“[Y/N], you’ve came! I’m so happy!” Xiangling’s excited voice rang in your ears, making you pick her up with your eyes. A beaming smile crossed both of your lips -- she was a good friend as much as she was a competitor, and you believed you'd have plenty of fun competing against her. Unbeknownst to you both, your exchange caught the eye of a certain Harbinger who loosely hung out in the crowd, for reasons unknown to everyone. "Yeah, I have!" You continued your happy little exchange with XIangling, "I couldn't miss the opportunity to come and try to beat you! And try your amazing food, of course,"
"You flatter me, hehe," Xiangling bashfully placed her hands in her lap while tilting her head to the side, as one of her many shy mechanisms you'd come to be familiar with. "Well, I should really get to setting up my table," you told her, as you turned on your heel.
For a moment, you thought you could see a glint of red hair in the crowd. . . but as you tried to zero in on the person, they no longer seemed to exist. Strange, you thought to yourself, their hair was almost as red as Childe's. . .
"Do you want some help?" Xiangling appeared in your peripheral, shaking you out of your spell for a moment. You breathed a bit of relief and slowly nodded your head, "that'd be perfect! Unless. . . unless you can't help out your opponents?" You hummed, turning your head to observe Yanfei, who was busy enough at the table with the judges. You could tell she was hard at work because her nose was buried in her book of laws. Crafty, that girl.
"Oh, you're right," Xiangling pursed her lips. "I should go ask, then, huh?" She asked you, making you nod in agreement. "Maybe that's for the best," you tell her. "In the meantime, I'll go get started."
"Alright!"
The two of you parted ways -- you headed to your table, while Xiangling headed over to Yanfei. The distance wasn't great, but still. . . something about all of this felt off, and you just wanted to have someone by your side while you battled these feelings -- a stark contrast in the way you used to think before, when you were alone in Snezhnaya. Things still took a lot of getting used to. . .
Approaching the table now, you set down your knapsack full of ingredients. A tremendous weight was lifted off your shoulders, making you sigh with relief. However, you noticed that the table was already full of ingredients; were you at the right table? "Hmm?" You uttered to yourself, looking around with confusion. . . lifting your knapsack and being surprised to learn that there was a note there that you hadn't seen before. "Oh?" You hummed and picked up the folded letter.
The address of the letter made you freeze. The Northland Bank.
Without further thinking, you opened up the letter and revealed the contents.
It's been so long since we've last met each other, comrade. I've heard a lot about your ambitious desire to cook. I've heard about the restaurant you've opened up here in Liyue, but every time I've come by, you've never been open! I wanted that to change, so I bought the best ingredients mora could buy for the Moonchase Cooking Competition. I hope I get to try your food there!
For some reason, there wasn't any comfort in this letter. You remembered him; you could hear him talking to the person composing this letter, fabricating lies about your relationship. What he would neglect to tell anyone, was that he was smothering you to the point where all of your family and friends hated you for not interacting with them anymore, and how he forced you to leave Snezhnaya for good. You heard of the Fatui's presence in Liyue, yes, but you hoped that being a small business owner, you could tactfully avoid anything to do with him, or with Snezhnaya. . . clearly it was wishful thinking.
Unconsciously, you reached up to your neck with your free hand and tenderly felt it; pangs of faint pain made you reminisce about his less-than-flattering grips when you were angry with one-another. Those grips were filled with love at one point, but it seemed like. . . he just. . . grew obsessed, obsessed with you. Always having to be with you, memorizing every single thing that you liked so that he could bring them to you as gifts. . . god, when the two of you were in a relationship, it felt as suffocating as it was to be his friend. Knowing that he was here made you feel greatly uneasy.
But it seemed like standing here summoned the very person you didn't want to see.
“[Y/N], it's good to see you.”
You ignored his handsome lips calling out your name. So chipper and happy -- he wasn't ever privy to expressing his true emotions. Every single cursed possessive comment uttered from his lips bore the taint of passive aggression. "I'll kill you if you leave me," you remember hearing him say it. . . and he bore a smile when he did; chills rolled down your curved spine, making you purse your lips with discomfort.
“You always made the best dishes with Snezhnaya's frost boar, so I’m not surprised that you’re here.” He was behind you now, wasn't he?
“Why would you leave me like that?” He pressed.
"Out in Snezhnaya, alone. Was it because I told you I'd handle that man who harassed you? It's not my fault he went missing, you know," he told you, making you grit your teeth with agitation. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You needed to get out of here. He was a force to be reckoned with; a terrifying man who didn't have any boundaries. He was unhinged. Simply put, he was unhinged, but more importantly, unhinged and in love.
So, you stepped away from the cooking table and began to make your way into the thick crowd. You began to bob and weave through the thicket of people like you had somewhere to be, hoping that your quickened pace would be enough to discourage him from following you, or perhaps, you’d even lose him in the thickest of it.
But it seemed like the harbinger could sniff out your scent, because he trailed you with ease, even with two feet of space, and about 20 people between the two of you.
"If you move again, I'll do something~ and I know you don't want that," he purred at you with a mockingly flirtatious tone. "Right in front of this crowd, [Y/N]. It's crazy what a man in love will do,"
"How can you say that?" You asked in a hushed voice, barely above the roar of the patrons that surrounded you. You needed to hurry before this scene grew much larger than what it needed to be. "You made living in Snezhnaya a hell that I wanted out of. Do you intend to do the same to me here, now that you know that I'm in Liyue?" You cursed. He should've been glad that you hadn't called over the Millelith!
But it was probably the right thing to do, in hindsight.
"You know that I was only looking out for you." Childe said smoothly, gently gripping your shoulder to turn you around. You reluctantly did so to come face-to-face with his boyishly handsome features. His fiery red locks glistened in the sun and almost emulated it, while his piercing blue eyes were turned into crescent moons. His smirk said it all. "This world isn't cut out for someone so precious. . . so adorable," he purred, making you grimace with disgust. "And I did what I could to keep you safe. Again - not my fault the people I handled for you went missing shortly after what happened."
You narrowed your eyes with disgust before your hand went up to slap him, out of the well-felt frustration that came with interacting with someone so smug over something that had a sway on your memories to this very day.
However, his hand caught yours by the wrist. He wrenched it tight, squeezing the delicate bone and making you whimper. He forced you to come closer to him, effectively closing the gap between the two of you. "Is that any way to treat your comrade?"
You knew that wasn't what he meant. "You killed those people, Childe. You're a monster with an insatiable bloodlust!" You yelped at him, struggling against his grip.
"[Y/N]? [Y/N], where are you? The competition's about to start!" Xiangling could be heard calling out for you, making you look up with worry. Childe couldn't be around her. . . God, who knows what he would do to her?
"Oh, is that your friend? I think her name is. . . Xiangling, right?" He hummed as he glowered at you. "She's very cute, isn't she [Y/N]?"
"You're crazy. . . you're fucking crazy!" You cried at him. "I'll do whatever it is that you want me to do, just don't bring her into this!!"
Childe's expression seemed to change into something more enthusiastic. The glower he held was replaced with an excited beam, accompanied by a bright glimmer in his eye - undoubtedly the same one that came with the satisfaction of defeating those who stood in the tyrannic Tsaritsa's way. What did I just get myself into? You wondered to yourself.
"What did you tell them?!" You snapped at him. "Don't play dumb with me," you crossed your arms over your chest while your furious hues glared at his pretty visage. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Tooru,"
"No I don't," Tooru's expression soon turned into one of bewilderment. It would've felt genuine if you didn't know about how good he was at lying.
The moon hung high over your heads, and the rain threatened to hurt your eardrums with how hard it pounded against the tin roof of the bus stop. You asked him to join you, at the same bus stop you met him at before you started attending school together. You hoped the scenery would invoke a sense of guilt in him, but it seemed like nothing about him, or the situation, had changed. He still put on this act!
"I didn't tell anyone anything, [Y/N], what's gotten into you?" Tooru's suave tone threatened to shatter your reality, it was sickening how he tried to play everything off, but all signs pointed to him. It was him who told the school that vicious lie that ruined your reputation, and that was exactly why you were going to force the truth out of him!
"..." you narrowed your eyes. "You know what? This is a waste of my time. I'm leaving. I should've known better than to think you were man enough to tell it to me straight." You growled and stood up from the bench. "Goodbye, Tooru."
A soft chuckle erupted from Tooru's lips. You turned to look at him, how you wanted to wrench him up into the sky by his collar and throw him into the street! How dare he laugh at you?!
"You want the rumors to stop, don't you?"
You forced a laugh from your own lips and placed your hands on your hips. "And just how the hell do you think you're going to manage to end these rumors, hmm, if you're not the one who started them?" You hissed.
"Just stop talking to Kiyoomi—you know that's the reason why everyone's talking about you, right? He's bad for you. I tried telling you this..." Tooru raised his hands in defense. "It's cute, seeing you get all mad and stuff, but definitely not when it's directed at me. We're bestfriends, aren't we?"
"Hardly," you scornfully stated, though you hardly meant that. Well—maybe you did mean it, but only because of what'd been recently going on. "I know you're the reason why these rumors are even circulating around the school. You made all of that shit up, and for what!" You yelled at him again, making him wince before letting out a drawn-out sigh. "Listen, [Y/N], it wasn't me," he breathed as he stood up. He walked up to you, making you take two steps back, even if the move landed you in the rain. "Please don't be like this. I'm trying to help you, okay?"
"You're not helping me do shit. And me talking to Kiyoomi has nothing to do with anyone at that school." You rolled your eyes. It wasn't even a romantic type of talking, either. . . he just kind of brushed off everything except for talk about volleyball games with other schools. Not that anyone at your school knew that; they were too busy indulging in the lies spread about you.
Tooru grabbed your wrist and pulled you taut to his chest, making you alarmedly squeak. You felt frozen . . . it was a gesture he'd never performed before on you. "[Y/N]," He called to you. His coffee-colored eyes stared down at you, freezing you with their gaze, rendering you speechless while the air around you seemed to freeze. "Just listen to me when I tell you this; if you choose to leave me, then do it, but not before I tell you to stop talking to Kiyoomi. I'm begging you at this point; he's no good for you. . . I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't be happy with him anyway,"
"It wasn't like that and it was never like that from the beginning! That's what you all have fucked up, and even if I wanted to date Kiyoomi, I wouldn't," you rolled your eyes and put your hands on his chest to increase the distance between the two of you. "This is ridiculous, Tooru, I'm tired of you and your lies. I'm going home."
"Don't leave me." His grip on you tightened. "You don't want to go back to a life of being lonely, do you [Y/N]? You wouldn't throw away everything we had to the side like that,"
". . ." you narrowed your eyes. "We weren't even together in the first place, Tooru, I don't know why you're talking like this."
"But we've always been together," Tooru replied in a hastily manner, "since the beginning, you and I have always had something that bound us together."
"No!" You hissed through your teeth, "we've never been together! You and I have been friends, and just friends! Nothing more!"
Hi! You mentioned in kim chung hee’s profile about his well off parents, do you think they will approve of his darling or would they try so hard to break them up?
SEPARATION
The OC mentioned in this post: Kim Chung-Hee
WARNING: Yandere themes
His parents have always plagued his life, love or normal; both have been tampered with. In their minds, his academics are far more important than some silly relationship. Those principles have always been in place, reinforced time and time again. You have not been the only one they've discarded.
To answer your question: yes, they would. And the task may seem rather simple, child's play for people of their caliber. Chung-Hee has spent most of his childhood being manipulated by his harsh parents. As he had no time to experience his teens when they had returned home. Nonetheless, not very much could stop him.
In the end, he's unlikely to submit to their wishes, it's simply not in his nature. Chung-Hee is a hopeless romantic and he holds that title with pride. Once the teen has fallen in love he's committed. No matter how long you've been together, he'll be dammed if he ever allows his parents to ruin it.
"Before I met you, I never knew what it was like to be loved. Haha, and to be honest the feeling is much better than I could've imagined!"
YANDERE
As stated above, they would make an effort to separate you two. Although, their efforts are futile. While every last one merely brushes his cheek like a limp peddle cascading down a wilting tree. Doing to nothing to falter his admiration, devotion he has grown for you. The dependency that he's grown on you, for your love.
There is little to no difference in how his parents have affected his life. Besides one single thing; compliance. Following close in their footsteps, flaunting their status much like they do, as he has no real reason to deny them. Before your appearance, of course. Chung-hee was essentially their perfect little puppy, their's for the shaping.
Until he met you, my dear. That's when the rebellion starts, with the context of his parents trying to separate you. His addiction drove him further away from their manipulation until it could do no more, useless. That alone causes his parents to loathe your existence. In their eyes, you are better off dead. However, they cannot act on such thoughts.
"For you, I'd go against my parent's wishes; throw my whole life away for your admiration, your praise. Y'know why," He chucked. "...Because I love you."
May I request platonic Yandere Mukami brothers when their sibling runs away? (If you do write for platonic Yandere-) I would like headcanons, pretty please
Pronouns: more feminine ones used.
Sakamaki version: here
RUKI
Ruki has always kept a keen eye on you; no matter if he's blessed with your presence or if you wallow in the comfort of your own room. Over time he's managed to memorize your schedule, though he controls most of it. Your habits, ticks, what makes you smile, he knows them all. He adores every last one of them, and hell is damned if someone robs him of those pleasures.
As an older brother, he's somewhat strange. Controlling and quite possessive you could say. Desiring no more than for his beloved sibling to follow close in his footsteps. Out of trouble, away from those nuisances, you call friends and more to come. While he hopes to be your only source of comfort, the one you can rely on. Since there should be no one in your life who could level to him, ever.
"You must like your punishments since you continue to rebel against me. Tell me, what has provoked such behavior out of you? Surely I can get rid of it."
YUMA
When involving you, the smallest things manage to send him over the edge. Much like this current situation, Yuma is practically itching to find you. Frantically searching every nook and cranny of the primeval mansion, leaving no place untouched. It's quite a shock that you are able to slip from his sight in the first place. After all, I'm sure this isn't your first attempt nor is it his. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts; it's temporary.
A more so protective brother. Though he's not the most harmless of the three, Yuma is surely not the worst. Outside of being overprotective he has some other downsides of being related to him. For example, possessive of his dearest sister, the one who he cherishes the most. He has no shame in monopolizing every second of your time, keeping you from experiencing the big bad world that may want to hurt you.
"Oi, just what the hell do you think you're doin'?! Hah...if something happens to you I...I wouldn't forgive myself."
KOU
After a long evening under flashing lights, sweating in the middle of thousands of screaming girls, the vampire wanted nothing more than to be home. Bursting through the double doors of his precious sister's room only to be graced with bitter coldness. Vacant of the young vampire with various items scattered along the plush flooring. The feeling was ineffable, pissed — no, infuriated perhaps.
Laughs off your disappearance as a little prank. You may just be toying with his emotions as a way to get him back. Unfortunately, he can find no humor in your actions. Behind that sugary sweet smile resided a world of sinister emotions even you may not be ready to see. My dear, just what were you thinking?
"Naughty girl, were you trying to make me upset; well, you definitely succeed. Now, how will you make it up to me? I wonder~"
AZUSA
In the beginning, he thought nothing of it, as he waited in your abandoned room. Hour after hour spent wallowing there, without your presence or dear smile. Something was off. Yet, he makes no move to search the spacious mansion as he lied still in his place, staring at the ceiling. Like a loyal puppy waiting for its owner, alas you never returned. No worry, he can always ask Ruki to go fetch you; problem solved!
He may as well be your favorite brother. Kind, caring, gentle, and much more. Despite his little habits, Azusa would never bring a knife a few centimeters to your skin. Though his clingy behavior may drive you over the edge. Dealing with the high maintenance half-breed is more than the average person could manage. A tip my dear: Don't let him too close to your waist, that is if you don't enjoy bone-crushing hugs.
"Ah...here you are...This feeling, it hurts but...not in a good way. Don't...don't do it again...please.."
a/n: this is a recreation of my norton x reader one-shot on AO3, which i've linked so you can draw comparisons. i'm glad that i made the touchups <3 i love my nortty boy
The Eversleeping Town was a beautiful realm that paid homage to the deceptive Michiko. It was the most human-looking realm the Baron could've put you in where beauty, albeit somber beauty, surrounded you in every direction. The sky was a dark shade of gray and shadowed each building in the pale, fabricated moonlight that hung high above your head.
The air was thick with tension and fear, the norm for realms created by the Baron, whose only enjoyment was derived from watching you and the thirty other people who were forced to coexist with you suffer at the hands of the hunters he so-called employed to kill you.
You arrived as your conscience was told to do by the Baron in the harrowing graveyard of the Eversleeping Town. Shades of grey surrounded you, from the twilight sky to the darkened earth under your boot. Moonlight poured over the gravestones that surrounded you, giving them an unearthly hue that was almost green - like it was something straight out of a cruddy horror movie that would see the corpses 6 feet under rise up to cause a stir. Such a sight would've bothered you if this was your first rodeo at the manor, but it wasn't. Each realm the Baron placed you in had its own dark backstory, even if the area surrounding you was beautiful.
The manor itself was the only place that scared you now, where parts of it remained unexplored because people were fearful of what would happen to them if they wandered far from the growing flock. No one knew what would happen, but no one was brave enough to find out either. It was best to accept your fate and keep going. You, too, were accustomed to this fact and had become very accustomed to it rather quickly.
Your eyes fell on a cipher machine after walking around this eerie little graveyard. A nifty little typewriter propped up on a box with an electrical antenna protruding from the backside to alert you and the hunter as to how much progress was completed on it, also known as the sole way to leave this place. "I can do this." You tell yourself as you walk up to the machine. "All I need to do is stay hidden, and the hunter will never know I'm here." It was best to begin as soon as possible, even without knowing the location of the hunter. The more progress on a cipher machine, the better.
Time slowly began to tick away, and each movement you made felt more rushed than the other. The tones of typing away on the typewriter to decipher the Baron's ramblings bore a monotone melody. It had been a total of two minutes since you emerged in this realm, but you couldn't hear a single scream, and you knew that the hunter didn't make a single stop through this part of the map. Just what was going on?
"[Y/N]! Over here!"
It was a voice you almost missed under the sounds of the roaring cipher machine, only your head turning in that direction barely caught the whispers that came your way. Your eyes connect with the horizon over the gravestones to see Norton running toward you.
"Norton?" You whispered. For some reason, you felt disbelief after trying those words on your lips, but no, it truly was Norton running toward you. His blue eyes were dull and missed that sparkle.
Enter the young and lighthearted, introverted prospector with a rough exterior and soft interior. For quite some time the two of you bonded under strange circumstances, such as coming under the moonlight in the garden at the manor, and silently appreciating the almost lifelike fabrication of the outside the Baron put in place for the survivors around the manor together. You didn't really talk very much, but when you did, the conversations almost felt magical. Norton revealed himself to be a fairly intellectual individual well-versed on the outside and geology, something you were interested in as a child and only dabbled in when you could when you were a teenager. The way he spoke about stuff he knew almost made you feel like a child again, only because he made you feel so excited to know whatever else he was going to tell you. He could make something up and you would believe it to its fullest potential, up until he told you that it wasn't real - that's how fond you were of the conversations with him.
You took your hands off of the cipher machine when you believed there was a window of opportunity to stop and turn to the man who knelt before you. "What's wrong?" You asked as you head to his side. His head tilted in every which direction you allowed it to, with his onyx black locks sprawling between your fingers. "The Ripper fucked me up." Norton chuckled wryly, a small smile plastered on his stoic lips. There wasn't even a single hint of pain in his voice, only a rasp from the physical pain. He was hardened by what happened to him in a way that you could never be. In a way, it hurt to know that there was a worse pain out there than what he was currently experiencing now, even if he wasn't physically experiencing the said pain.
Looking at him now in what little light was provided by the deathly green hue of the gravestones surrounding you, you could see now that he was heavily injured. Wounds in the form of slashes littered his skin, but it was his back that was the worst affected, with little spirals of mist permeating off them. All evidence indeed pointed to that tall, perverse, lanky masked figure with real claws for hands. "W-we need to get you patched up. We can't do it here though, I need to be able to see what I'm doing." You said, the worry evident on your features.
"Fair," he mumbled to himself as he slotted himself into your arm, picking himself up with your help and bringing himself to a slow stand. "Alright, ready."
Your walk with him was a long one, across the train tracks, to the house that allowed you to walk up without any trouble. Each breath taken, and every step taken was a slow and painstaking one to reach the finish line. . . so far so good when it came to sightings of the Ripper, but you knew to keep your breath bated; the man you two spoke of was literally made out of a type of material very similar to mist, so it was nearly impossible to see him or hear him creep up on you until it was too late.
"I think we'll be safe here." He grunted.
You dropped him off inside the small upstairs apartment after brushing the tapestry aside to step in. Helping Norton onto the ground was no problem - next to the window, so that the stale air from the house didn't get to him. From up here, everything looked beautiful. You couldn't help but be awestruck while Norton's pained wheezes filled the air, only looking down to him when he spoke. "Do you know how to use that first-aid kit of yours, [Y/N]?" Norton asked as he whipped his head around to look at you, stunning you with that beautiful gaze of his. You gripped at the first-aid kit nervously while you thought of a good answer, feeling your palms become slick with perforation. Did you really want to admit that you didn't when he needed to be healed before Jack found him?
"N-no." You admit it. No sense in holding it back. . . it was a syringe for fuck's sake, wouldn't anyone but Ms. Dyer be afraid of handling this? "I'm sorry!" You whimpered.
"Heh, it's alright. I'm gonna try and tend to the obvious wounds first. Watch carefully and try not to miss any details so you can tend to my back." A pained smirk painted Norton's features as he took the first-aid kit from your hands and turned away from you.
The rest of the match went smoothly. You had to hand it to Mike, the acrobat definitely knew how to use his feet. He only got hit once during that entire match while the others worked away at the cipher machines that needed decoding - what this repetitive process was needed for was something very unclear to you, but you didn't mind doing it now, as opposed to before when the mind-boggling situation presented itself to you as something new. You stuck by Norton the entire match, just making sure that he was okay. If there was anything he needed, you were there for him.
When each match ended, declared by only opening the exit gate and watching as The Ripper's image disappeared into the background; you were free to walk back to the manor through the exit gate if you were spared from the rocket chair.
Unfortunately, Naib had been chaired and sent back to the manor earlier, so there were only the three of you free to walk back to the manor on your own. Woods surrounded you on either side to force your attention on the road ahead - as wandering probably wasn't a good idea, to begin with, but it was nice. The autumn air felt good on your skin that felt hot from all the running you did.
"You handled that pretty well. I'd love to be able to learn some of your tricks sometime!" You congratulated Mike as the four of you headed back toward the manor from the exit gate, a happy smile on your face as you spoke so cheerfully.
"Ah, it was nothing [Y/N], but thank you for the compliment. I'm used to doing all types of dangerous stunts and stuff, so I'm okay with doing it in front of the hunter. I could teach you, but it would take a while." He rubbed the back of his neck with a soft chuckle.
"That would be so cool!" Your grin spread wider across your lips, practically beaming at the thought of being able to perform all of those stunts without any issue. . . of course, there was always the lingering threat of hurting yourself and possibly crippling yourself while performing those stunts, but what was the worst that could happen in the Baron's manor? Nothing here made sense - it would be cool to train yourself to learn something different, after all.
You could hear a grunt leave Norton's lips as he walked beside you, causing you to turn your head and look over at him in slight worry. Was something wrong? "Are you okay, Norton? Do you need anything?" You asked.
"One of my bandages came undone on my back. I'll need you to redo them." Norton seemed to look a little worse for wear, come to think of it. His fair skin assumed a pallor hue, and there was a bead of sweat rolling off his brow. What a surprise - that syringe hardly did the work Ms. Dyer claimed it could do. How did anyone feel safe using them? "Of course, Norton," you turned toward him and stopped your movements. "We can take care of them right here if you need them redone." The urgency in your tone would suggest that you seemed afraid of the consequences of dallying - at first, Norton seemed hesitant to stop, you could tell by his slow-halting movements. But, he ultimately talked some much-needed sense into you. What if Jack came for you three like this?
It was unheard of - but not entirely out of the question for the hunter to continue pursuing their targets beyond the Baron's influence, of course.
"I don't think this is a very good spot. We should do it when we get back, I can tough it out. We don't need to risk bumping into anyone or anything because we lagged behind." He mumbled, gently leaning into your shoulder and resting his head against it - just narrowly missing you with that snuffed candle that had been blown out by the autumnal winds that breezed through the area. Your cheeks went red by the sensation - it nearly took you by a storm when studying his handsome features, but you knew better than to react. Instead, you turned your head to hide the blush spreading across your features. No need for anyone to see something so embarrassing. . . "Y-yeah, that's fine, I just figured the sooner, the better," you try to reason, "but that seems kinda dumb. I'm sorry."
He chuckled and shook his head, "it's fine. It's cold out here compared to the actual places we go to, so I figured doing it in a safer and more comfortable environment would be best." Right. You felt embarrassed for not thinking about it that way.
The rest of the walk to the manor was in complete silence between the three of you. Once the manor was in clear view, you could feel relief filling your senses. There didn't have to be any more awkward silence, and once you were finished with patching up Norton, you were free to do whatever you wanted until you were whisked away yet again to the Baron's many realms set-up for his morbid amusement.
"Bye Mike!" You wave to him with a friendly smile on your face as you parted from him by Norton's side. The hallways inside the manor were small, so it was necessary for you to bunch closer to him. Turning your head to see Norton beside you, you happened to take notice of the expression he currently carried - he looked solemn. "Is something wrong?" You ask him with a frown on your face. "Are your wounds bothering you? Should we hurry up?"
". . .yeah," Norton looked away from you as you approached the door to his bedroom. He shared the cozy space with the Boy, whom no one knew much of, but you were more than sure that he was a delicate joy to be around. You didn't want to waste any time. "Alright, Norton, let's take a look at those wounds,"
Going into the room felt weird, but you forced yourself to. It was just. . . for some reason, the tension in the room felt so high that it was almost awkward. Almost. You couldn't exactly pinpoint what the cause was, but you weren't going to let your feelings get in the way of doing something more important, such as taking care of Norton's wounds.
Norton positioned himself on the bed and pulled his shirt off as he'd done before - yet, you were still taken back by that move, your cheeks dusted a pink by the sight. Norton was, undeniably, an attractive man with a personality that was a bit rough on the edges, but still a man that you would want to pursue in a relationship no less. You're reading into it too much!
You snapped out of your thoughts and blinked away any lingering feeling, culling your expression to a blank, relaxed face. You pulled your bag off of your back and walked over to the bed in the room, placing it down and pulling the actual medkit you carried on you out of its confined space. You glanced over at Norton, who looked at you with an expectant expression. You squeezed the medkit tightly between your fingers when you heard a question be asked to you. "Something wrong, [Y/N]?" He asked in a casual voice.
It reminded you that he might not think about you in the same way you think about him.
"Mm. . ." you hummed while you tried to think of a decent cover-up. While you thought hopelessly, he pulled the mining cap off of his head to feel more comfortable, exposing that bushy black mane on his head. Immediately after, you could see him loosen his tan scarf and tug it away from his neck - oh, he was stripping. How embarrassing. This was his room after all. You couldn't even help but feel a small blush spread across your features when you realized the fact. Could he have gotten any more handsome than he was now??
"N-nothing." You found yourself responding while shaking your head. Walking over to the bed, you walked around to see his clothed back. His clothes were slashed to pieces, exposing his skin, with crimson blots making the dusty fabric look nearly black. The wounds weren't necessarily deep, but they still needed to be treated. Luckily, you knew how to use this medkit - not whatever the hell Ms. Dyer had. "Here, let me help you pull it up,"
Your hands dropped the medkit and instead peeled the yellowing suspenders off his broad shoulders. He did the rest of the work, promptly pulling that shirt over and off his head like it wasn't anything, much to your surprise. "T-that works too." You uttered softly. Back to work.
Norton gently grabbed your hand as it went to open the medkit, much to your alarm. You could feel the callouses on them from all of his years of hard work inside the mine that ultimately caused him to suffer.
It was warm to the touch, almost like how you felt now. Your eyes went a little wide with surprise, your head swam with infinite possibilities as to what would be the outcome of this simple gesture. Was he going to kiss you, was he going to break your hand, was he going to kill you, or was he going to drop down on one knee and propose to you? The possibilities were too limitless. You couldn't even feel the hand he grabbed anymore. Your head felt a tad bit light from the overwhelming feeling of infatuation.
All he had to say were three simple but powerful words. "Come here, [Y/N]."
It was a flash of a moment. You were lured into Norton's arms and you could feel yourself wanting to be here forever. "Norton. . ?”
Being in his arms was the most romantic feeling you've felt since ... ever. There was comfort in resting in these muscled arms of his, because there was a feeling described there that you could only recall when you were younger. The love, though he ill described or expressed the feeling, felt real, genuine, and unparalleled by anything you'd experienced before—this wasn't some high school crush, this was a man who was marred by the harsh realities that surrounded him, now coming to you with a love that was pulled through the muck of despair by your hands. Real love. The words sounded so foreign when you listened to them in your head, but it wasn't an unwelcome feeling, you wanted to embrace it as much as you wanted to embrace him.
"It’s been hard for me since I came to the manor, but I think you've really turned things on their head [Y/N]. What I'm trying to say is... I think you've made people happier since you've arrived. You've got a real knack for getting into people's hearts, you've made a home in mine." He chuckled and squeezed your body taut against his. "And I'm happy. It took me a long time to piece that sentence together, but I’ve finally managed—I'm so happy that you're here. This is the first, genuine connection I've felt in a very long time, and it's the happiest I've been in years.”
The words he spoke were breathtaking only because you couldn't imagine him saying words like this. He was closed off from the world and unable to process his emotions clearly without frustration, but they spilled out like honey from a tree. Perfect, raw, and sweet, depending on who you asked. But more importantly, these were coming from someone you had feelings for—and they reciprocated what you felt. He had feelings for you. He was in love with you as you were with him.
Your lips pressed against his, and you held it with light excitement and mixed peace. Peace, you could finally rest now, knowing that he was equally as infatuated with you. It wasn't a deep kiss but it wasn't a light kiss either, it was a perfect mix of the in-between. You squeezed his hardened hands and gently pulled away from him, staring into his glazed-over eyes with a smile creeping onto your face. “I love you,” you tell him, as relief swells in your heavy heart.
". . .”
He couldn’t say it back—that was fine; he didn’t have to say it back. All he needed to know was that you held feelings for him.
Time never passed by so quickly in the manor, only because you were spending so much of it with Norton. In this time you got to learn who he was and why he went into the prospecting business, what happened once he came out of the mine, how he survived the explosion, and how he got here, who he liked and who he didn't like. . . it was all so much information to absorb that you were left feeling like you were part of him, but you knew better than to become more involved with him than you were now.
You were merely his significant other, not his family, not a fragment of him. He was an interesting individual, though, and you had no qualms with sharing information about yourself—given he never shared this information with anyone else, and only you were privy to the information he gave.
You were special in his eyes. He was special in yours. You loved every single inch of him from head-to-toe. There was no one else you wanted to be with more in this world right now than with Norton. Though, you couldn’t recognize the signs that came with being his significant other.
"I don't want to see you with them anymore."
"They're all lying to you. They don't want us to be together."
"I don't want you to hang out with them."
"You can't trust them, they'll just abandon you. I've only ever been the one to stick around you."
"I'm the only one who knows you, [Y/N]. They could never know you like I do."
Your daydream of the perfect relationship was haplessly shattered when you remembered such bitter words leaving his lips. You cringed slightly, realizing your surroundings were none other than his bedroom. The boy moved out, you moved in, and now here you were, staring at these four walls. A soft sigh left your lips.
How could you forget? Even if Norton seemed so perfect, he had his undeniable flaws, being clingy and controlling was one of them.
He was like smoke, he smothered everything he touched, and he'd leave his mark wherever he went; you experienced this firsthand with that raw hickey that was on your collarbone that throbbed every time you remembered it was there. He kept to himself because he kept things to himself, and you were one of those things. You were his.
This rare and sudden change of behavior did come after one of the other inhabitants of the manor actually let you get hit by none other than Joseph Desaulnier. He seemed to let all trust of others go out of the window, and you understood, only to the healthy extent of those words which were not very healthy at all. HE couldn't deny you the presence of people you wanted to be around, it wasn't fair to you!
So what were you doing about it? You were trying to break it down. You only accredited his clinginess to the fact that he was the sole survivor of the mining incident he was apart of, and therefore, he coped by clinging to others. But you were wrong in the assessment, because it was far from true; Norton despised being around others and only wanted to be in your presence, only wanted your attention, and didn't exactly care what anyone else thought of him. With no clear end to his distasteful behavior, you hoped that Helena could provide an answer for you - late at night, when no one else was awake. Though this time of meeting was impractical and had a 40% chance of actually working when it came to Norton and his attentiveness, you had no other choice.
Meeting with Helena was going to be . . . dangerous. Who knew what was waiting for those who ventured out of their bedrooms at night? And even moreso, when there was a chance that you'd be busted by being in the wrong place, with the wrong person? Your original roommate was the dashing Patricia. . . but . . . now it was Norton. And being outside of your room at night must've spelled innumerable and unspeakable consequences - the Baron was particularly unforgiving. You'd have to sneak out of this room, into Helena's. . . and goodness, you've completely forgotten where the hell her room was at anyway.
After some heavy weighing, you lifted yourself up and slowly brought yourself out of the mildly uncomfortable bed. It was better to risk the consequences for the longterm.
It was nighttime, the light from the fabricated moon poured in through the large window that overlooked your new bedroom, peeking out from under the blinds and curtains. It didn't bring much light to the room, but it reminded you that it was indeed late. You turned your head and looked over the room, spotting nothing out of the ordinary. A dull lantern light provided enough illumination to show you where the door and the bathroom door were at, but not much else. You couldn't see Norton's face, but judging by the lump in the bed, he must've been sleeping.
"Where are you going, [Y/N]?" His voice rang through your ears, giving you a shock. You promptly turned your entire body to face the bed, and you were met with the sight of Norton's bushy, black mane peeking out from underneath the covers, with his sparkling blue eyes peering out at you. He was tired, physically exhausted after running a marathon for the success of his teammates. You gave him a small smile, one that concealed the feelings of uncertainty you held underneath. "I'm going to get a snack, just to see if they'll let me." You told him.
"Oh," Norton sounded relieved as he sat up. His bandage-bound chest was still a sight that you weren't used to. . . gah, he was so handsome! "Do you want me to go with you then, or are you just fine with getting me something to snack on too?" He was tired out of his mind, and probably didn't understand just how outrageous his request sounded. You could definitely manipulate this to your advantage. . .
"I'm fine with just getting you something," you uttered. The foreign feeling welled up in your chest. You hated this idea; you hated the idea of lying to him, and yet, you were forcing yourself to now. You could feel yourself beginning to trek over to the bedroom door with slow steps, only to feel your left wrist be snagged between his calloused fingers. His eyes looked up at you. "You're going to get snacks, right?"
"Y-yes," you meekly responded, finding yourself looking at your feet, covered by slippers the Baron provided. He was onto you, you could tell.
". . .alright," Norton gently let go of your wrist. "I'll wait by the door then to help you get back to the bedroom." He said, prompting you to shake your head. "That won't be necessary," you quickly answered him, "I know my way back to the bedroom. . ."
"So why do I feel like you're lying to me then?" He asked.
Oh God. "I-I'm not," you stammered, making your way over to the door. Just as you opened it, Norton's hand came out of nowhere, and slammed it shut. His left hand revealed itself to you, heavily marred with burn scars - something you didn't see often because he wore protective gloves. It was a bit jarring to see, if anything, because it was a side of him that you'd never seen before. "[Y/N], we're too fucking old to be playing these games. I know you can't leave this room at night,"
He grabbed your shoulder with his right hand and gripped it taut, forcing you to turn and look him in the eye. Your own hues were wide with anxiety - this wasn't how you were expecting this to go at all! B-but you didn't really know what to expect, if you were being honest. . . you just weren't expecting him to behave like this! "Norton!" You whispered out of surprise. "Please, I'm just trying to leave the room and get some fresh air!"
"As if I'm supposed to believe that shit," Norton's arms scooped around you and pried your body from the door, much to your chagrin. You were pulled further into the room and hoisted onto the bed—your butt connected perfectly with the lush bed blankets, as a testament to how good Norton was with his upper-body coordination. "You're hiding something from me," he put his hands on his hips, "and I'm not about to take some wack ass answer. You better get to talking, or neither of us are about to sleep tonight." He growled in an ominous tone. You pursed your lips, as a wash of rage and fear poured over you.
You needed to say something. "N-norton, I need to know something,"
"Oh? Sure," Norton relaxed. "If that's all you had to do, I'm not sure why you had to go through so many loopholes to do it." He folded his arms over his chest, "ask me anything,"
You stared at him in disbelief, unsure of what to say. . . there was so much going through your mind at that moment that you were entirely unsure if you could even get it out. It felt. . . wrong. "I just wanted to know why you. . . love me so much." Chickened out again. You were internally frustrated with what you said, but there was no going back. You could only hope that there was some truth in what he told you.
"You're the only person I have in this place," Norton sat down on the bed to be at your side. His right arm wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you into his bulky form, making your cheeks redden again. "The only person I will ever want to have by my side, too. There's no one else who can make me feel the way you do—like there's purpose behind everything in this fucking hellhole. I'm determined to keep you. . . I can't ever lose you. That's why I said I didn't want you around the others, you know? They let you get hurt, [Y/N]. I don't want you to suffer because of anyone else, baby. It ain't right," He pulled you in for an embrace and rested his head on your shoulder, like he had done that very night. It felt nostalgic, and you couldn't deny the power that was behind it. "Norton," you breathed.
"I think the world of you. That's why it's important to keep you safe, and the only way I can keep you safe is if you're by my side at all times. It hurts me too much to know that there are fucked people in this manor that are willing to throw you under the bus for their own personal gain when you're worth so much more than they could ever be." It was gaslighting at its finest. You could only take these words with a grain of salt. In a way, it made sense. In other ways, he sounded like a madman. It seemed like you couldn't tell the difference anymore.
"Oh, Norton..." you breathed as you leaned in to his embrace, nuzzling your face into his neck as you spoke sincere words, "I'm so sorry that I ever doubted your reasoning, Norton. I understand completely."
A smirk spread across Norton's face as he reined you in tighter. "Of course you understand, [Y/N], that's why you're mine."
warning(s): general dark themes ahead, yandere themes
A/N: part 1/?? --do send in requests for content if you have any, my request box is open.
"Disobeying curfew, are we, [Y/N]? Naughty, naughty!"
His snooty, heartless tone produced shivers to roll down your spine. You swallowed thickly and turned your head to view none other than Kaeya, which caused you to freeze in place--to be expected of the cryo user. What a devilishly handsome man!
"How did you know?" You asked. And here you thought you disguised your tracks so well...
"Every night for the past twelve nights, you leave your home and stroll leisurely through this area before you take a right around the shrub and head in that direction. What's it mean to you?" He dodged your question with another one, making you bite the inside of your cheek nervously. "Is it that partner of yours?" He pressed, "not enough time to see them in the day? It must be nice to be with the one you love, it's not something I get to experience often." He chuckled, "lucky you."
"You can relax around me, you know. It's only my duty as a Knight to watch over the citizens of Mondstadt," He purred at you to possibly ease your mind, but you felt uncomfortable with the situation. Kaeya was a shady man, no questions asked. . .who knew what he was thinking at any given time? The only predictable thing about him was his drinking habits.
"I-I should go home." You spoke quietly, barely above the lull of an inside voice. How amusing, given the hurt in your heart. You wanted to see your partner so badly. Tonight was a special night for you both, and you didn't want to miss it for anything in Teyvat.
"Mm, now, where's the fun in that? I'm not opposed to the idea of you meeting up with your partner, if that's what you're thinking," Kaeya responded coolly, walking up to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You immediately tensed, causing him to chuckle and lean in close to you. He smelled faintly of alcohol, a scent he could've worn naturally by this point. "If it's because you want to see your beloved, by all means, I wouldn't want to be a buzzkill. I'll keep you company while you walk, aye?"
...could you really say no?
"Sure, I guess," you flash a nervous smile at him. "Ah!" He exclaimed with a grin formed on his handsome lips, "then let's not waste time! I know you want to get to your partner's home."
And so, the two of you shared the cobblestone-paved road while he "escorted" you to your destination. The silence between you created a tension so thick that it could've been pierced with a weapon. In your mind, you were trying to make sense of things, but nothing seemed to come up. Just why would Kaeya be out so late at night? You just couldn't think of anything.
"You know, your partner has a pretty sharp eye in the Knights. How do you feel about them becoming an outrider?" Kaeya casually asked. Again, about your partner. You were beginning to notice a pattern, but to keep up appearances, you played along. "I had a feeling they were going to excel. I'm very proud of them, they're usually way too hard on themselves."
"It's because you were training them, weren't you?"
...
Again on the reminder that you could've gone into the knights yourself. He must've been scarred by that day. "Kaeya," you sighed exasperatedly and eyed him with a vexed expression, "please. I'm not, and won't be ready to enter into the knights. You know this, and yet you still find the heart to guilt trip me every time you bring it up?" You jabbed at him. "Have you any way of considering me at all?"
"I am considering you. By pressuring you, of course. Tough love never hurt anyone. Diluc and I practice that type of behavior all the time." If holding weapons at each other's throats was considered "tough love", then you didn't know what to think. "As long as I can pressure you enough to join the knights, then I know you'll thank me later."
"Why?!" You suddenly snapped, bringing your "leisurely" (if stepping so aggressively you could shake little baby teeny pebbles was leisurely, then sure) pace to a complete stop. You turned to face him and glared into his one, piercing azure eye. "I've told you time and time again that I don't want to be in the knights!"
"You don't mean that." Kaeya's eyes hooded, his tone eerily casual. "You wouldn't possibly spend out on spending time with some of the best-skilled people in Mondstadt, would you? I don't think you've even considered the opportunity that's been given to you. Constantly, mind you. I've practically gifted it to you on a silver platter. Are you proud that your...partner..." he seemed to hold back from saying anything rude, "has assumed your position?"
"..." you glared at him.
"Because I'm not," he purred. Even when things were so heated, he didn't even seem to break a sweat. He gently gripped your chin with minimal resistance on your end, and his chilled fingers braced your throat. Your body tensed, while your eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"It should've been you as my partner, not them. They're nowhere near you, who you are, and what you could be. In fact, your partner is holding you back. I don't think we have to see eye-to-eye to see such an obvious fact, yes?" Kaeya's voice dropped lower, to that of a mumble. "If only you accepted just how skilled you are, then we wouldn't be in this situation. I wouldn't have to see them every day, I could see you instead. I could be--" he stopped, while you remained silent. The duality of him saying 'partner' started to really fuck with your head. The air was so thin, coupled with no one being around to see or hear what was going on, that he was even able to get away with this.
"But alas, you want to continue wasting your breath on an unfortunate human being. I'm certainly not the one to meddle in other people's business, so I'll escort you to your partner's home, and I'll be well on my way..." He trailed off then, putting a pause in his unsettling dialogue. You furrowed your brows as he dropped his hold on your chin, releasing it from the icy grip he maintained on it. How utterly terrifying.
"...I don't want to walk with you anymore." It was all you could muster. Your lip trembled, possibly from a mix of the encroaching cold, Kaeya's words, and a blend of anger and fear. "I want you to get away from me."
"Let's relax," Kaeya hummed as he draped his hands over your shoulders. He turned you into the direction of your partner's home and gave you the gentle push to resume walking. "I'm harmless. Please? Just this one night. I can take you there, and we don't have to say a single word to anyone. We'll just keep my drunken ramblings between us, yes?" He drank so much that his breath permeated alcohol, no matter what time of the day. You must've gotten used to smelling it on him.
And foolishly, you believed his words. You took a deep breath and channeled your anger into a deep exhale, which expelled some of the negative feeling out of your body. He wanted to remain friendly, right? That was totally fine. Sure. Friendly.
As the two of you continued on your venture, the setting of Mondstadt began to rapidly change. The two of you ventured away from the live atmosphere that carried on, even this late at night, despite the curfew arranged for this city of freedom. These homes and buildings that surrounded you weren't lit up at all, and to tell the truth, it didn't seem like anyone was in them. The post lamps served as the only light to guide your way through the wide streets. It was very creepy...
But as you realized that you'd been walking for far too long to have reached your partner's home, your footsteps came to a stop. This was their street, right? "Why... why did we walk all the way out here? Kaeya, where the hell did you take me?" You worriedly looked over at Kaeya, but noticed that he was missing.
"The only way I could make you mine was if I isolated you, of course. I was so moved by your performance that I felt the need to act. I feel bad for lying to you, but not enough to apologize." Kaeya hovered over your half-conscious body. "I've waited far too long for this opportunity. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Someone in their right mind would've stopped... no, someone in their right mind wouldn't have even done what I've done in the first place, but I'm a patient man, and I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want done."
"What... what do... you..." You couldn't even speak, he must've hit you too hard. Oops.
"What do I want? I want you, silly. I wouldn't go through all this trouble if I didn't. You're so special to me that I'd resort to committing unspeakable acts,"
He lifted your half-conscious body up into his arms. "I'm so excited! I've been waiting for this opportunity ever since you got with your partner! And now I can have you to myself. Don't ever question my method of doing things; just know that I get them done." His voice carried into the air.
i love you, but i can’t tell you without wanting to hurt someone
pairing: mikey (manjiro sano) x gender neutral reader
word count: 1,128
warning(s): yandere content, general dark themes
"You know, [Y/N]. I think this is the longest Mikey's ever dated anyone," Draken casually remarked, folding his elbows as he leaned back, resting them atop the park bench. The spring sun beat down on your skin, but the sea breeze felt nice. "You should be lucky." He glanced up toward you, which, in turn, you merely laughed. "Lucky?" You shrugged your shoulders and looked away in the direction that Mikey walked away in. You stared at his back dreamily while your hands went under your chin. "I'd hardly call it that. Maybe just... stupid." You chuckled.
Willingly getting into a relationship with someone who stalked you... yeah, it was so stupid. You hardly understood what that meant for you.
That day was a figment of your past. Times were better, and people were happier. Mikey wasn't the monster everyone would slowly know him to become. Maybe you could've avoided these atrocities if you'd broken up with him earlier, but why, you didn't know how that would happen. You were too scared to openly talk to Mikey about anything now, even if he adoringly stared at you with those empty eyes, even if his lips spilled out words that said, "you can tell me anything," with such confidence that if you didn't know any better, you almost would've believed him. You couldn't believe him. Blood was on his hands because of you... no, you couldn't believe him.
"You're harmful to [Y/N], Mikey," Draken glanced over to him. It was fall, and yesterday marked your third month of being together. The same park bench, the same people...except for Mikey. Why no one could realize just how possessive his hold on you was would be a mystery to this very day. It changed him into a desperate man who would do anything to maintain his hold on you - and everyone, even you, was powerless to stop it. "Stop treating them like an object. And don't even get me started on what I caught you doing the other day,"
"Don't tell me what I am and what I'm not. You don't speak for [Y/N]." Mikey calmly replied while his dead eyes wandered over to his best friend. Oh, God, it was that look. The same look he'd given that person who bumped into you by accident while the two of you were walking on the sidewalk just a few weeks ago... what was he going to do? You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing could come out. All you could think...please, please, don't hurt Draken.
Mikey's silence struck a nerve with both of you.
You were afraid of what was going to happen if you spoke against either of them. Mikey was... unpredictable, and Draken was a respectable man who would speak up for his beliefs, no matter what. Draken noticed, and scoffed. "Tch! Look at you. They're too afraid to even say anything, Mikey." He turned to face him.
Mikey stared at Draken for just a moment, before he turned his head to look at you. You could do nothing more but turn your head away from him and rub your arm.
The mistake you made was now the burden you'd bear for the rest of your life.
"I love you, but I don't know how to express it without wanting to hurt someone." Mikey admitted. It was spring again, reminiscent of the first ever date you'd gone on with him. You stared at him in silence, unsure of what to even say in response to that. Were you supposed to be happy? Happy?! This past year, you'd been living in fear of your life and the lives of others! It didn't even matter that he was gang-affiliated, he was dangerous!
"Y-you hurt them anyway," you uttered after a moment, before you looked away from him. "You're hardly a boyfriend. You're more like a monster who uses me to hurt others..."
...oh fuck... it slipped!
"..."
Mikey's feet shuffled, and in your peripheral vision, he'd completely disappeared. It was only a moment later when you felt cold steel press to your temple, causing your heart to flutter with fear. You wheezed out, feeling tears spring from your eyes and fall in tiny rivulets down your cheeks. "Mikey," you weakly called his name. "What are you doing?"
"Are you trying to break up with me?" He asked.
"W-what does that have to do with this?!" You snapped, "you're—you're holding a gun to my head!"
"I'll kill you if you ever talk like that again." He was so calm with his words that it shredded your nerves more than the gun pressed to your temple did. "I'll kill you if you try to leave. I'll kill the person you're talking to, and then I'll kill you. Do you understand, [Y/N]? You're mine."
Two years after the disbanding of Toman, and two years into your relationship now in the present, you were now nothing more than his lapdog. You couldn't speak to anyone without fear that they'd get hurt because of you. If you had to liken your situation to something else, you'd compare yourself to a doll in a glass case. A prisoner who donned lavish clothing, and never moved from their spot. Everyone could look, but no one could touch, no one but Mikey.
And in this time of being forced to stay by his side, you came to realize that it wasn't all that bad. He willingly took you from a terrible place, a terrible family, and gave you the attention you didn't want, or need. You had all you could ever want, and all you had to do was just ask him. He was your best friend, and you were his...even if you were blind to everything around you, and what he was doing to find the money to give you these expensive things.
You could feel his hands sprawl over your sides to reach your back before he pulled you onto his lap. The rain outside started to pick up, making you realize you'd been daydreaming this entire time. His hold on you felt... nice. His hands stroked down your back while you instinctively curled up to him. His touch... it was so nice.
"It's nice, finally having someone who can watch your every move, isn't it? Under my eye all the time, having nowhere to go because I'm the only place you can go," He asked, his tone cheerful, his words still anything but. You simply nodded your head and curled closer to him with your arms wrapping around his smaller frame. "But I shouldn't have to worry about you," he chuckled, "you'll never leave my side."
"No, Mikey, I won't," you purred weakly. "I'll never leave your side."
Warnings: Yandere content warning, drug-related themes (curse used as a drug)
He couldn’t cope with the rejection. You wouldn’t see Getou again—maybe weeks or months would pass of constant no-contact with him, until suddenly, your phone rang with his name as the caller ID. “I want to see you again,” he said smoothly into the phone.
This was your chance to make things right. “Yes, I’d love to. Where would you like to meet?”
”How about the usual cafe? If you remember where that’s at. I know you'd like to play with the cats and kittens. They recently told me that Narnia gave birth to some kittens a few weeks ago, and that they're already attached to the customers that come in.” The cafe that you frequented with him when you were with him. “Of course.” You responded with a small, oblivious smile pressing into your lips and cheeks. Kittens were always fun. “I’ll see you there.”
This was exciting and anxiety-inducing, wrapped into one meeting. You couldn’t wait to see how he was doing, but you were also nervous to see how he was faring after… well, after you rejected him. Your friendship was far too valuable for a relationship to come in and possibly ruin that, and plus, you were dating someone now. You just couldn’t date your best friend. You couldn’t.
You threw on something casual and nice, and began to head that way, toward the cafe. It was a cutesy cafe for cats. You always dreaded coming to this place because of your allergies, but the cats and their cute presence always made it better when you were there. After taking the subway station and hailing a cab, you were staring down the face of the building. The sign read ‘OPEN’ in large, adorable paw-print letters. You looked in through the window, but there seemed to be no sign of Getou. Curious, you step inside.
The sound of the familiar bell jingling overhead you while you stepped through the door gave you a strong sense of nostalgia. A soft, homely sigh escaped your lips and a smile spread across them. It was so long since you two last came here. If you had the gall to come here by yourself, you would’ve.
”You must be [Y/N]! Welcome, we’ve been expecting you. Right this way, please!”
You hesitantly looked up to see a smaller woman speaking to you. You nodded at her words and followed her over to a table that was already set-up. Getou sat in the seat facing the wall, with his back away from you, but you could tell it was him. That jet black mane of his, and those large ears, were unmistakable characteristics… or just characteristics you happened to associate with him. “Getou?” You called his name sweetly to call his attention, bringing another smile to raise itself on your lips. You see him turn to face you.
He’s as handsome as ever. It’s hard not to swoon at the sight of him—he always had that about him where he was so devilishly handsome. And the smile on his face was equally charming as it spread from corner to corner of his cheeks. “[Y/N], it’s good to see you,” he was relieved. He turned before he stood completely and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight embrace. You kissed his cheek welcomingly before pulling away and staring up at him to absorb more of his features up close, marveling in his beauty. He was so gorgeous! To go with that beautiful personality of his, he was truly the perfect man!
You pulled away and went to take your seat. The woman who lead you here was long gone by that point to go aid people who wanted to play with the cats that all lounged in the center of the beautiful cafe. Meanwhile, your eyes looked to the drink that he sipped on. “Looks good,” you hummed.
“Thank you. I got it for you.” Getou stiffly responded. You raised a brow with surprise. “You did?” You took the drink off of the table and observed the top of the cup. “What’s in this?”
”It's your favorite.” Oh… he still remembered. That was so cute. It was months ago, yes, but you truly expected him not to remember or care about what your favorite drink was. It was a kind gesture, though. You took his offer to drink it and did so. It was nice, and it made you happy.
Silence overcame the both of you. You didn't mind, though. Your eyes wandered to those who played with the kittens, primarily children. It was an adorable sight. The cafe itself wasn't packed, but it was still enough to make an introvert uncomfortable. Moments had passed when you realized that you were far too caught up in enjoying the sights, and not a word had been uttered between you two. It must've been awkward for him, right?
“So, I…” you started.
“I was hoping you could reconsider everything. About our relationship.” Getou overrode whatever you had to say. You stared at him, baffled by his words. Reconsider what? Not being in a relationship with him? “Why is that?” You asked. Getou folded his hands over his lap. His head hung a bit while his eyes lingered on the drink on the table. ”I just don’t think that there’s anyone else in this world that is worthy of being in the position to be with you,” he responded, “I don’t think anyone can protect you like I can. Like I would be able to if it was necessary for me to.”
You sat back and absorbed this information. Your eyes looked everywhere before landing back on his, and to your surprise, he was staring right back at you, as if his gaze was on you the entire time. Why were you even considering this? You had a partner.
”Getou,” you quietly cooed. “It’s a bit too late for that, now.” You assumed a worried expression. “I’m… dating someone now—“
His expression remained unchanged. “Break up with them,” he said bluntly. Your eyes widened with shock. Did he not respect what you have and what you were, now that the two of you weren’t together? “What the hell, Getou?” You furrowed your brows. “You don’t mean that—“
“I do. Break up with them.” He interrupted you.
”Did you invite me here just to say this?” You narrowed your eyes. “This isn’t funny.”
”I didn’t realize I was saying something that solicited a humorous reaction,” He was being completely serious. How terrifying. "Umm, no," you folded your arms over your chest while you glared at him. "If this is all we're going to talk about, then I'm leaving." You checked him over for any signs of a reaction before you reached down to grab your belongings. "It was nice seeing you," you said. However, Getou grabbed your wrist and squeezed it firmly, making you look up at him with an exasperated expression. "Please don't do this." You say softly. "Not in front of all of these people. Not in front of these children."
Your eyes began to feel heavy. You were beginning to feel heavy, like the world was putting all of its weight on you.
"Then I'll make it easier for us both,"
Getou stood with you, making the both of you rise. Instant attention came your way, as it often did when someone did something out of the norm. Behavior that was introduced to humans as children, where they'd watch someone walk in and out of a room. As you were older, it didn't make you any less uncomfortable. You smiled worriedly and forced yourself to grab his hand, threading your fingers together while a smug grin rested over his expression. He reached into his wallet with his free hand to produce the yen necessary to tip off the waitress who would be attending to the table, and then he began his trek away from the area. You were forced to follow him out of the cafe and into the street.
At this rate, you were depending on him to keep yourself afloat. You found yourself leaning into him and clinging to him. His hand squeezed yours, and you looked over at him. "It's just like the old days," he spoke softly, a gleam in his eye, and a smile on his face. You felt the entire opposite. "I'm feeling unwell..." you meekly coo to him, "I need to go home."
"Then I'll call a cab for you. It's the least I can do, right?" He said cheerfully. "You are going through a lot right now."
"Thank you..." you gently moved away from him. He let your hand drift away from his. You stumbled to the side, nearly into someone else. Getou pulled you back to his side, just as the person spoke up to voice their concern. "Are they okay?" They asked Getou, referring to you. He looked down at you and wrapped his arm around your body. "Feeling unwell. I'm getting a taxi, don't worry."
"Alright... well... I hope you two feel better." They say and wave their hand goodbye to you as they stepped away. You watched, feeling much like Tom while he was drunk, your eyelids lazily blinking as a car pulled up into your peripheral. Oh good, your taxi. "Thank you so much, Getou. I don't know what's come over me..." you utter.
He helps you into the taxi. You utter your thanks and focus on seating yourself and strapping yourself in. Thinking on it now, having your significant other pick you up would've been the better option, but you trusted Getou enough to help you leave.
But to your surprise, Getou gets in the car. "W-what..?" You stir from your tired state and sober up a bit to glare at him. "What's going on?"
"Did you think that I was going to let you have a say in this?" He asked you. He held his hand out to your nose and waggled his fingers in a beckoning motion. "The curse did a good job, didn't it, [Y/N]? Now I don't have to see you put up a helpless fight. You can come out now, Kiri."
You only caught a glimpse of the mischievous blob of black that resembled Kiri before your world went black.
Your eyes opened. Groggily, you rise and scratch your head. "[N]?" You call for your significant other. There was no response. This was your home, right? "Doesn't it look cozy?" That answered your question. You could see Getou emerging from around the corner. "I made sure to copy it down to the smallest detail. Anything for you and the life that we could've had together, [Y/N]."
"Could've had..?"
"I've been pining for this exact moment. To be able to finally call you mine in a house that I'll no longer be alone in!" He made his way over to the bed you laid in. You started to move away from him. "No!" You shouted at him. "Get away from me!"
"Don't deny me this moment! I have spent months, months trying to get into this exact position!" Getou snapped at you. He clambered over your body and forced you to stare into his eyes. "You don't get a say in anything. We're going to live as we should've lived. I'll take [N]'s place as your beloved. We'll live happily together, you and I."
Hello! I just wanted to mention that this is a part of a series on AO3. All of the works are old and were written back when I had a funky writing style, so I don't believe they're worthy of being put on my Tumblr right now. Check out the series though if you enjoyed this one! <3
Word count: 1,740
Warnings: Yandere content warning, blood, gore, mean yandere Jotaro
Of course you couldn't expect a response from Jotaro over something as big as this... but this man never really said anything at all or did anything at all for that matter. The relationship felt one-sided as is - and on top of that, Jotaro didn't seem to be interested at all in having a relationship. You felt unwanted. And now, it was finally time to put your foot down. This guy was still not saying anything.
"Look at you!" You exclaimed at him with a swell of upset and fury, "you aren't even saying anything! It's like you didn't want to be in a relationship with me to begin with!"
Nothing. Not even a change of facial expression - he just stared at you with his usual expression, half of it covered by his ridiculous hat. One, two. . . no. You merely scoffed and flipped his hat off of his head, glaring at his newly-exposed face before turning on your heel and walking away from him. "No more, Jotaro! No more, we are through!"
But that wasn't the end of Jotaro it seemed. He began to tail you, there wasn't even a pause to go pick up his hat. He just started following you without any motive. It was so creepy. You knew it was him without even having to turn around because you could hear the jingling of his chains colliding with one another, it meant that he was matching your brisk pace, trying to reach out to you, but you wouldn't hear it nor would you fall for it.
You needed to run.
Soon after the thought, your body began to pick up the pace to match what you currently felt at the moment. You ran as quickly as you could muster in your school uniform to the nearest bathroom, your heart beating like drums in your ear, fear quickly rising in the beating organ as you hit the door of the bathroom, pushing yourself inside and kicking your way to the bathroom stall. No one was there but you—and that wasn't good at all. Maybe he would leave you alone then? You didn't even know if he followed you to begin with when you started running, but your safe assumption was that he did. At least you were offered this brief moment of respite in this bathroom stall. The silence was both unnerving and calming at the same time. You felt as if you couldn't sit still.
"[Y/N]. I know you're in there." Jotaro's voice sounded eerily calm from this distance. "I'll go in there if I have to. Don't make me do it."
Now you felt the need to panic. You were worried about what he was going to do to you once you stepped out of this very stall. Beat you? Or worse, even kill you? While you weren't afraid of him going far or even doing something like that, for some reason you just felt. . . scared. You didn't want to and felt like you couldn't face him without something bad happening. You stayed still in your spot and didn't make a single word from the stall that you sat in. You hoped that he just... wouldn't come in here, even if he was threatening you with it.
"[Y/N]."
...
"[Y/N]."
No, no matter how irate his voice became, you never wanted to leave this spot. You squeezed your eyes shut and curled up on the toilet seat over the fear that he would be coming into this very bathroom, over to this very stall. You held your breath and waited for him to leave.
"It's because of him, isn't it [Y/N]? That guy that you've been talking to recently behind my back- it's him, isn't it? He's the reason why you're considering leaving me?" You chose not to answer. The more it just seemed like you weren't there, the easier it became to relax.
Complete silence.
Your body was rigid with anxiety, and you were stricken with fear. But, you needed to get up, and you needed to get out of here. Maybe he was either waiting, or he actually left to continue on with his business—you assumed both because he definitely seemed more than pissed off right now, but at the same time, he was never the one to pursue you if you got into an argument. However, that didn't really express how he was feeling right now. He was... angry at your words. Angry that you wanted to stop the relationship and move on. It was a much weirder, almost darker side of him that you didn't want to see.
After some waiting, you wordlessly stepped from your position in the bathroom stall and completely moved out of it, into the open of the bathroom. You could see yourself in a mirror when you looked to your left. A small puddle of water wasn't too far away from the very first stall closest to the bathroom. You barely had time to even breathe before you could hear the rustling of the doorknob of the bathroom, you darted helplessly into one of them instead of utilizing your surroundings and simply retreating back into the one you were just in. You muffled your whimpers with your hand going over your mouth (though it truly didn't do any good) as you heard Jotaro walking into the bathroom, or who you assumed to be. . . until you noticed that there were two pairs of footsteps. The horror on your face when you realized that they were speaking with each other.
"L-look, man, I don't want any trouble! Please, could you let me down—" that voice... it was so recognizable. Was that. . . [bestfriend name]? What was Jotaro doing!?
The scuffed sounds of feet squeaking against the floor were a sure sign that your friend was being dragged across the ground. Jotaro said nothing to your friend, presumably carrying the same wordless demeanor he had from before he left when he was now dealing with your friend. You could only bow your head in fear and hope that he wouldn't do anything to him.
"Hey—what are you—AAAAH!"
The disturbing and traumatizing noise of bone and flesh colliding with the sink of the bathroom was perhaps the worst sound you'd ever heard in your life. In the thick silence that followed for just a split moment, you tried not to make a single peep as the tears slid down your cheeks. He couldn't find out that you were here, or maybe, just maybe you would be next.
"What did you do to [Y/N]? Why does [Y/N] want to leave me? You poisoned [Y/N]." Jotaro's gruff voice asked to the sack of flesh and bone underneath him. Your wide eyes could see the two of them in the puddle left undisturbed on the ground. . . almost like he knew you were looking, but you could already see the damage done to the poor guy he was dealing with. [bestfriend name]'s teeth were gone, knocked out. Blood smeared his lips and cheeks. It was a horrid sight.
"W-what are you talking about?? I didn't do anything to [Y/N]! I only said to be yourself and let him know how you f—"
Another sickening smash filled your ears. "Not a good enough answer," Jotaro answered loudly over the sounds of [bestfriend name]'s screaming. "I DON'T KNOW!" He cried out to Jotaro, "PLEASE! PLEASE ST- AAAAH!"
You let out a sob as a final smash against the sink was heard—the sink underneath the boy falling to the ground underneath, emitting a piercing, loud noise around the entire bathroom. The boy fell to the ground as well, but Jotaro was quick to pull him up to act as both a shield from the water and letting the guy know that he wasn't fully done with him yet. "You're going to help me find [Y/N], or I'm going to kill you."
"I-I don't know where [Y/N] i—" he was silenced, but you don't know how he became so. Your worry became so paramount that you dashed out of the bathroom, ready to piss yourself running right now, but you were determined to at least get your friend some help.
"Stop!" You cried to Jotaro, "he doesn't need to be involved in this! I made this decision on my own!"
Jotaro glanced over at [bestfriend's name]. "Do you hear that? My babe said you get to walk away free. Consider yourself lucky." He dropped the guy from the tall height he held him at.
[bestfriend name] stumbled forward, his eyes staring at you, bug-eyed and nearly bloodshot. He made it two steps before you. Two, single, steps before you, before Jotaro took the boy's skull into his massive hand and smashed the boy's skull against the wall next to the two of you. Your eyes were glued open as they watched his body slide down the wall, to the floor, where blood pooled underneath his body. You flinched and screamed at the noise of your friend being so brutally murdered to only see the grisly sight of the aftermath, bloodied and disfigured by the hefty slam into the wall, and more importantly, lifeless.
By then, your fight-or-flight response kicked in. You turned on your heel almost immediately and sprinted to the door, but Jotaro was right on your ass. He pinned you to the door and laughed at you as you helplessly screamed and pounded against the door, saying, "you're so silly [Y/N], no wonder I found you to be so attractive. But, I think this is getting a little annoying now, don't you think?" He reached around and grabbed you by your frozen shoulder, turning you around to face him. His hand was quick to clamp onto your lips, ultimately forcing you to silence and even calm down.
You were left to stare into those deep blue eyes of his in horror, though the tears overpowered your sight and eventually left Jotaro to be nothing more but a blur.
"Why are you crying, [Y/N]? I think you should be happy. Look," he pulled his hand away from your lips to pull you into his body, crushing you even and holding you tightly as he made you turn and face your best friend. "He's dead now, so there's no one in the way of our relationship anymore. We are free to be together for as long as I can say 'you're mine'.“
