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Bullets and Broken Glass | G Callen | NCIS: Los Angeles

No.26: Curse

Callen knew from a young age that some people were meant to be alone, that some were forever cursed to solitude, that some people did not deserve to be loved. For a long time he thought that he was one of those people.

And then he met her.

Agent (Y/N) (L/N) crashed into his life with a series of bullets and broken glass. She was on an undercover operation, sent in from the NCIS basis in Washington D.C, nobody in the L.A office knew that she was here. Hetty had a field day talking to Vance about her presence and her abrupt gatecrashing of their own operation.

It didn't take long for Callen to know he wanted her on his team; it also didn't take long to convince her Los Angeles wasn't so bad. Despite his reliance on his partnership with Sam, Callen always cherished the days where he ended up with her in the field instead. It took him months to realise that the ease and trust he felt with her was something more than a professional friendship.

He had never truly be in love before, so much so he didn't even clock onto the feeling until he found himself wrecked by another nightmare and he found himself driving to her apartment, craving her presence. He also did not realise that he confessed his love for her at her doorstep not even twenty minutes after.

Callen hadn't expected to have the pieces of his life fall into place shortly after. Everything started to make sense; he did not believe in fate, but even he would acknowledge that something greater was at play to send something so divine to him.

He should've known that it wouldn't have lasted forever.

He lost her the same way he had found her, with bullets and broken glass. Nobody had expected the operation to go wrong, the building was meant to have been abandoned weeks ago; they were just scoping out the place to see if anything valuable had been left behind.

They were right, the building was deserted, but the neighbouring rooftop was not. The glass window next the the staircase gave the sniper a clear and direct view to (Y/N). Nobody noticed the red dot hovering on the back of her head until she crumpled to the ground. She died before she hit the floor.

It took a few moments for Callen to notice that she hadn't dodged the attack. He had assumed she had dove for shelter when the gunshot fired. As soon as he clocked on to what had happened, he rushed to her side, pulling her body into his as if that would bring her back.

The crunching of the glass around him caused him to lift his head away from her. Sam, Kensi, and Deeks all stood there, looks of pity on their faces. Callen looked down at her again, not letting himself believe what had happened.

Eventually the M.E came and took her body away. Sam took Callen back to the office and they both sat in silence. It took a while, but he stood up again and moved to the locker room where he stripped out of his ruined clothes and into the showers where he washed her blood from his skin.

Callen stood under the water for a while. He couldn't help but blame himself. He could not love anything without it being destroyed. Maybe if he hadn't of loved her then she would have lived. Deep down he knew that her death had nothing to do with him, but as his thoughts circled on the diamond ring he had planned to give her this evening, Callen couldn't help but feel cursed.

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Bad Dream

As promised, this is the one shot I wanted to upload last Weekend.

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G Callen x Reader

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“You shouldn´t eat so much sugar.” You told your boyfriend as you two walked through the halls to the bullpen.

“I like sugar, what is wrong about it?” He asked with his big bag slung over his shoulder. You looked at Callen.

“Nothing is wrong about liking sugar, but only if it isn´t the base of your nutrition. We should cook more.” He looked at you and raised his brow.

“I can´t cook and we both don´t have enough time for it.” You sighed and walked towards your desk. 

“I know, but maybe we could buy healthier take out?” You looked at G hopefully with your big (E/C) eyes. He put his bag down and went over to you.

“Of course (Y/N).” He gave you a quick kiss and you smiled. You looked in his blue eyes.

“Thanks.”

“Everything for you.” He whispered and put his hands on your waist. You locked your arms around his neck and leaned in for another kiss.

“Good morning!” You broke your kiss and turned your head to Sam. You smiled.

“Morning Sam!” Sam smiled at you two. “Had a nice night?” He asked innocently, but you and Callen knew his intentions.

“It was a good workout.” Told your boyfriend his partner and both you and Sam began to chuckle.

“What was a good workout?” Asked Deeks curiously when he and Kensi turned around the corner. Now Callen was the one chuckling with a smug smile on his face, while Sam just shook his head with a smile on his lips. Deeks stopped in the middle of the desks, while Kensi just sit down and started to smile too. You walked out of Callens grip and took your bag. When you walked past Deeks with a smug smile on your lips and winked sheepishly, it was only a matter of time until you heard his “oh”. It let your smile brighten up on your way up to OPS. Up there you began to work with Nell and Eric, when a new case came in.

“I get the others”, said Eric and walked out of the room. In the meanwhile you looked at the screen.

“There are too many”, you whispered.

“Exactly.” The prompt and unexpected reply would cause anybody to jump out of their skin, but not you. You merely turned your head to look at your small boss.

“And that´s why the team needs help.” You were about to ask her what she meant with that, but Eric came back in with the team in tow. You took some steps back, so you wouldn´t stand in front of the screen, and ended up between Kensi and Deeks.

“We found the video footage from this night ten minutes ago.” Explained Nell and started the video. You could see one victim and about ten attackers. They were brutal, the victim didn´t stand a chance against their hits. In the end they burned the victim alive, even though he was unconscious.

“Wow.” Deeks flat comment was the mood of everybody.

“Yeah, the victim was one of our informants”, told Nell and Eric continued.

“The attackers are all part of a Mexican cartel. We suppose they are still in LA.”

“Why do you think so?” Asked Sam, who leaned against the table with crossed arms.

“The victim was just one of our two informants. He was the older brother and his younger brother is still alive and somewhere here in LA. If they want to finish the job, they need to find the younger one”, you explained while you put a picture of the victim and his younger brother on the big screen.

“So, we don´t know where the younger brother is?” Asked Callen and looked to you, but Hetty beat you to the answer.

“Exactly. This is your job Mr. Callen. Find the boy and protect him. The cartel shouldn´t get a hold on him.”

“We don´t have enough time to search everywhere for him, we aren´t enough people.” You shared this opinion with Kensi. Your time was limited and you´ve got to many opponents to find and beat.

“I know Ms Blye. That´s why Ms Jones and Agent (L/N) will help you in the field.” You stared wide eyed at Hetty. You were shocked, but in a very positive way. You were a trained field agent after all.

Two years ago you were assigned to Callens team by Hetty, when your old team got separated. Well, you were alive, two of your three team members were killed and the last one was chained to the wheelchair. To be honest, you survived by mere luck, nothing more. This was your last job out in the field and since you came into this team, you were banned into OPS to work as an analyst and advisor.

At first you begged Hetty to let you work in the field, but after months of begging and nothing happened, you just accepted your fate. One year ago you and Callen started to date, and your ache for the field was gone. But now you realized that this fire was still burning inside you, this ache for the field was still there and you were eager to go out and fight the bad guys. You smiled, but before you could open your mouth, someone beat you to it, again.

“What?” It was Callens voice that reached your ears. You looked to your boyfriend and saw his worry.

“No, we are able to do it alone.”

“Mr Callen” Hetty stood her ground against your boyfriend and you were glad she did.

“Your girlfriend is a perfectly trained field agent and was stuck too long up here. If you already forgot it, she worked on more difficult cases then you and always succeeded with her team.” Callen wanted to argue back, but Hetty raised her hand and with a pointed look, he kept his mouth shut.

“Ms (L/N), if you would follow me?” She begged you to follow her and as you walked past Callen, you shot him a pissed look and an ironic thanks. You followed her into the weaponry.

“Ms (L/N), here is your clothing and the weapons you prefer.” She pointed to a stack of clothing and to the different weapons that laid on the table.

“Thank you” you told her surprised, “but how do you know all of that?”

“I would be a bad boss if I didn´t know my agents. Now get changed and come in the bullpen when you are ready.” She smiled and left you alone. After you were ready, you walked into the bullpen. Even though no one was directly looking at you, you felt every stare of your team, and your boyfriend in particular.

“I´m ready Hetty.” You called to your boss. And on cue, Nell walked down the stairs, also in another set of clothing.

“Shall we?” She asked you and gave you a weapon. You took it and gave her a small smile.

“We shall.”

  After that the whole team left HQ and searched after your target. The day was very exhausting, but eventually you found a lead. You were currently in the weaponry to prepare your weapons. The whole team worked in silence. When everyone was finished, they left quietly, so at the end only you and Callen were left. He eventually stopped and looked at you, but you just ignored him and prepared for the strike.

“Are we gonna keep this silence?” G asked you. You shrugged.

“Hell, (Y/N)! Could you please talk to me?” You set the weapon down, a bit harder than necessary, and looked sharp at him.

“What do you want me to say?” You asked sour. He looked at you quizzically.

“What?”

“You wanted me to talk to you. About what?” Callen rounded the table and stood behind you, so you had to turn around.

“Are you gonna be angry with me forever?” He cocked his head and looked into your (E/C) eyes.

“You questioned my skills as an agent in front of the whole team. What do you expect me to be? Grateful? Happy?” “I was worried about you.”

You snorted.

“I´m worried about you too, but I don´t question you in front of everyone. That stings, G. It hurts.” You turned around and looked over the weapon. You heard a sigh behind you. Callen wanted to say something and opened his mouth, but Eric ran into the armory.

“We know where they are.” You grabbed your weapons and left, leaving Callen to follow your lead.

   You haven´t found your informant, but you found the guys that wanted to kill him.

“Everyone ready?” questioned your boyfriend with a small voice through your earpiece.

“We´re at the back”, said Kensi.

“We´re at the side entrance”, you replied, confirming the position of Nell and you.

“On my mark…now!”

As Callen gave the clear, Nell opened the door, so you walked in first, a small detail, but you wanted to make sure Nell was save. You heard shots being fired over your earpiece, but you needed to focus on you and Nell and every possible threat. You saw a man behind crates and fired your gun. Three shots and he went down. You spun around and saw how a second man was shot down by Nell. Both of them were armed with machine guns.

“Everything alright?” You asked her and waited.

“Yeah.” She nodded and you signaled her to search the room. After you looked everywhere and no enemy was found you turned to Nell and nodded.

“Everything is clear”, she told you.

“Status?” Callen asked over the earpiece.

“Everything´s clear”, explained Deeks.

“Same goes for us”, replied Nell and you walked to the man you shot down. Neither Nell nor you saw the woman, who came in from the floor.

   Callen nodded to Sam, after everyone told him they were alright. He looked around in the big hall. Kensi and Deeks walked to them, when he suddenly heard a shot.

All four of them went down. Then they realized, that the sound came from the other room. He shot up again as he heard a second one directly afterwards. He could feel his heart beating faster with each passing second.

“(Y/N)? Nell?” He asked with wide eyes and heavy breathing. He looked at his team, when Nells voice rang through their earpieces.

“Eric, I need a helicopter, fast!” He felt a sudden pressure on his chest.

Without a second thought he started running to the other room, all caution to the wind. He heard the footsteps of his team following. When he burst through the door, Nell turned around and pointed her weapon at them. When she realized it was Callen, she turned back around, her focus at the limb body lying next to her.

“No”, he whispered.

He didn´t saw the dead woman at the other door, neither the two dead men. He just saw the limp body that wore the same clothes as you.

When Nells sob reached his ears, he broke out of his trance and ran to you. Falling to his knees, he skidded to a stop next to you.

He felt a pressure behind his eyes.

He stared at you.

Your already dull eyes looked at the ceiling, your mouth gaped open like a fish out of water. When he saw the cause of your state, his tears slipped out of his eyes.

“I- I don´t know how to put more pressure on it without strangling her.” Nell´s voice broke at the end. Her hands were full of your blood.

He put his hands over hers, adding more pressure on the wound. He lifted his hands when he heard a shocked squeak from you, knowing he cut off your airways.

“Don´t,” he sobbed, “don´t die on me. You can´t die on me. You hear that? I don´t allow you to die (Y/N).”

He felt his own body beginning to shake.

“Eric? How long?” Sams voice was something he could focus on.

“Three minutes.”

“That´s too long. She won´t survive!”

A sob escaped his lips at his partners statement.

“G.” He looked down. Your weak voice sounded like heaven to him, your dull (E/C) eyes looked as radiant as ever. You could talk, you could survive. You looked directly at him.

“(Y/N)…”, he whispered, hope filling his voice.

“I love you.” Your voice sounded better, but why were your eyes rolling back? Why couldn’t he hear your gaping after air? Why couldn´t he feel your pulse any longer?

“No…” He searched your face. “No.”

He took his hands from your wound and started to reanimate you. After some seconds, he cried harder.

“No!” He said loudly. His tears were streaming down his face freely, his sobs ragged his body.

He took you in his arms, don´t caring that your blood would be all over him. He put his head against yours, his nose softly nuzzling yours.

“No…“ He couldn´t believe it.

“It´s too late Eric, she´s gone.”

He lost you. He lost the love of his life.

   The next day Callen sat on the couch at the bullpen. He stared in the room, not focused on anything except his aching heart. He was so sad and angry. Angry with himself, with you and with Hetty. You died, and the last thing you two were talking about was a stupid argument, because he was worried sick about you. But you didn´t saw this, you saw him as a backstabbing boyfriend, who didn´t trust in the skills of his girlfriend.

“Mr. Callen?” He looked up at his boss. He didn´t knew she was there. He changed his position and opened some space for Hetty to sit next to him.

“What is it, Hetty?” “The autopsy of Miss (L/N) is finished. I need to talk to you about the results.” He furrowed his brow.

“She was shot in the throat, the bullet hit the artery. She bled out.” It felt wrong to talk about you just like another victim. Hetty sighed.

“You are right. But the medical examiner found something. Something different.” She paused. Hetty wasn´t someone to pause, only if it was a difficult situation.

“Hetty?” He asked and leaned forward to look at her.

“Miss (L/N) was pregnant.” He felt like throwing up.

He let himself sink back in the couch. A lump was suddenly in his throat. He felt his eyes burning again and he couldn´t feel anything except the sorrow. He gulped.

“How long” he asked breathless.

“At the beginning, third week. She didn´t know.” He nodded.

“If she knew she-“, he sobbed quietly. “She wouldn´t have gone in the field. She would protect the child.” He knew that, they talked about it, when she thought she was pregnant. This was before they were in a relationship, and after the shock she was on birth control, or so he thought.

“Thanks Hetty” he told her quietly and focused on nothing, he just stared in the room. He didn´t realized when Hetty left. He was just so hurt.

First he felt all alone on this world, with the whole foster families, than with his jobs. The first family he had was his team here at NCIS. Then he found you, the new addition to his team. You weren´t very open, no one of the team was, but you weren´t even friendly or tried to get along with the team. At the first case everyone was pissed at you, even Eric and Nell. You worked on your own, so he thought you were a lone wolf, like him, but then he overheard a conversation between you and Hetty, just a week after you first showed up.

   “This isn´t fair!” You sounded angry. Callen hid at a spot, where he couldn´t be seen, but could hear you perfectly.

“This isn´t about fairness, Miss (L/N). It is about you and your ability to work as a field agent again.” You were an agent? He didn´t knew, he thought you were a profiler or something like this, or a technician, because you worked up in OPS.

“And as far as I can see, you aren´t able to work again.” He heard you snort.

“I am perfectly fine. I am healthy and the psychologist and the doctors gave their all clear, so what holds me back?”

“You aren´t working with my team, you were incredible unfriendly and cold towards them, how am I supposed to let you work with them?”

“That´s because I don’t want to work with them. See, I´m grateful that you took me under your wings, without you I wouldn´t be standing here, I would´ve lost my job, but I don´t want to work with anyone, I want to work alone.”

“That´s not possible. You are a team player and we both know it. You´re staying in OPS until you learn to work with my team.” Callen heard your footsteps and watched you leaving.

“It isn´t nice to eavesdrop on someone.” He looked at Hetty, who was standing now.

“What do you mean that she is a team player?” He didn´t even try to lie to Hetty.

“That, Mr. Callen, is a question you should ask her.” He huffed.

“She doesn´t even talk to me.”

“Then you should find another way. It´s worth a try.”

   It was worth it.

It was totally worth it.

He trusted you like no one else, even if it took its time.

“G?” Callen heard your voice, he was crazy. He felt crazy. He felt sleepy.

“G.” He felt heavy, he couldn´t keep his eyes open.

“G!”

  He woke with a start. He didn´t know where he was. He started to panic.

“Shhh. Everything is alright, you´re safe.” He could hear your voice, loud and steady.

He realized he was in his bedroom, or better in his and your bedroom, in your shared bed.

He looked to the side and saw you there, healthy and alive. You have cocked your head, and he could see the worry in your (E/C) eyes. He couldn´t believe his eyes.

He frantically cupped your face and went down to your neck, where the bullet opened your skin and you bled, and now was your strong and steady pulse. He let his hands wander all over your body.

You sat quietly there and waited for your boyfriend to finish his checking. You knew how he was when he had a bad dream, but this was even new to you.

When he cupped your face on both sides, and put his forehead on yours to lightly nudge your nose, you knew something was very wrong. You waited in this position until his breathing got even.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked him, knowing that he would possibly deny your question. So you were surprised when he nodded and started kissing you. You broke the kiss and lay down, guiding his head to your chest, so he could hear your heartbeat during his telling and you could cradle his head.

You listened to him till he finished, never pushing him to tell you something he didn´t want to and waiting for him on difficult passages. He finished and you didn´t know what to say. You died in his dream and were pregnant.

“G?” A humming noise came as response.

“You know I´m on birth control, right?” He made an approving noise.

“And you know I want to work in the field again?” He nodded.

“But you know, I wouldn´t decide anything without talking with you first. We are a couple, we should decide together about our future.”

“You are right.” He murmured. You decided to talk with him now.

“G? Do you want children?” You stopped caressing his head, when he put his head up to face you.

“Do you want children?” He empathized your addressing. Slowly you began to nod. 

He leaned forward to capture your lips with his. The kiss was passionate, the way his lips moved over yours was feeling like caressing.

When he backed away, you slowly opened your eyes to see him smirking at you.

“Then let´s start, and stop the birth control.”

[your-yandere-kiss]

Gray Stone Academy // The Faculty // Part One.

The staff at Grey Stone Academy are the best of the best, highly educated and highly respected. In fact, many of them are former student themselves. Each is absolutely devoted to their task, be it teaching protecting, or running the school in an efficient manner. But beneath that devotion lies something else…

Something much darker.

Something deadly.

Too many of the teachers and faculty members have a certain madness about them, infecting their very hearts. They all patiently await for the day when their darling will walk through the doors of the school...never to walk out again.

They will make sure of that.

The Headmaster. Akachi Bello, 45, an intimidating figure. Once a scholarship student from tragic background, he is now the leader of the school. Now that he rules over Grey Stone with an iron fist and a wicked smile, the headmaster busies himself by sending terror through anyone who stumbles in his path. Akachi has always been very, very careful to hide his yandere side. Never has he made a mistake of any kind, hiding his true self so perfectly.

Until he finds his darling.

Once he finds you, Akachi can finally release his true self. Oh, it will take some time! A little manipulation, some threats, even blackmail if he can find it. But he will have you and once he does...he can finally be happy. You will be the greatest of treasures, his most precious little thing...and you WILL be his!!

Appearance: African, very tall and well built, he would be handsome if he were not so scary looking. He has a muscular body and a mighty frame, is very dark skinned with sharp, knife blade features and glimmering black eyes. He keeps his hair short, his beard neat, and always dresses well in neat suits. There is a burn scar on his chest, ugly and painful. He never discusses how he got it.

Yandere Type: Sadistic.

Details: He wants his darling to suffer for him. Pain, torture, humiliation!! He wants to break you down, have you naked and sobbing at his feet as he tells you how lovely you are...and then he will rebuild you. He will turn you into a perfect darling, devoted to him entirely, willing and loving.

His perfect darling is strong yet easily broken. Someone who is intelligent and beautiful. It is so much more fun to break someone that was once so strong, now so weak and laying at his feet...begging for mercy. What a perfect sight! What a perfect darling!

Akachi collects rare artifacts and art work. His office and personal quarters are beautifully decorated and his is quite proud of his collection. He loves to sit in his office, music playing softly as he does his paperwork...and you please him in any way he demands.

He has some...darker interests. Namely BDSM. He wants to be your master and for you to be his faithful little plaything...and he doesn’t care if you don’t like his game. Humiliation, cock warming, voyeurism, rough and passionate fucking...whatever game he chooses, you’re playing it no matter what.

Akachi has some detailed plans for you. From day one, he plans out EVERYTHING that he’s going to do to you. Every little detail is seen to so carefully, creating the perfect plan for your destruction. Once you’ve become his, he’ll live his perfect life.

The Vice Headmaster. Ellis Rose, 32, a gentle hearted man. While the headmaster is cold and cruel, Ellis is a rather unassuming figure, a bit more gentle and kind hearted. He was once a student at the school himself, terribly aware of the darkness that infects the school. And though he claims to hate it and be against all of it...he’s just as sick.  

Ellis may be one of the softer yanderes in the school but he is still yandere.

And he is still terribly obsessed with you.

His darker tendencies reveal themselves in a desperate, loving need to protect his darling! Once he finds you, Ellis knows in his heart that he must keep you safe in the terrible place...and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to do just that. Perhaps you may fight him...perhaps you may be frightened. But nothing will stop Ellis from taking his love.

Appearance: Small and kind, dark hair and dark eyes. He’s a shorter fellow, but is actually very strong for his size and his black hair is always pulled back in a ponytail (unless he’s relaxing at home). He wears big, round glasses and dresses nicely at school, preferring comfy sweaters and his slippers while relaxing in private.

Yandere Type: Protective.

Details: Ellis just loves his little darling so very much! He’s a little on the romantic side and has always dreamed of finding true love. In his heart, he hopes that his darling will accept his love and they can live happily ever after together.

His perfect darling is adoring! Sweet and loving, a gentle little house spouse. He wants to be fawned over, with you fussing over him and cooking for him and covering him and kisses. Of course he wants to marry you (once you’re a sweet darling) and take you away, far away from this place!

Ellis loves to read. Books are stacked all over his quarters and he’s just about always reading. Something that he absolutely loves to do with his darling is cuddle in bed with a big stack of books and a cup of tea, especially on rainy days. Just him and his darling and all of his favorite books...how perfect!

He is a soft, sweet lover. Ellis will never, ever force his darling to do something you don’t want! More then anything, he wants you to come willing to him. And if you do, he’ll be gentle and loving, utterly devoted to your pleasure.

Ellis plans to take you far, far away. He wants to move to England or Scotland (he spent a lot of time there as a boy), live in a little house with you and a couple of cats. No one to bother you, no one to hurt you...only love!

Head of Art. Stephan D’Arras, 34, a dreamy gentleman. A famous French artist turned teacher, Stephen is romantic and somewhat absentminded, prone to sadness and dramatics at times. He is utterly devoted to his art, focusing only on his painting and teaching for years and years.  

Until his darling stumbled into his world.

For years and years, Stephan painted miserable scenes. Dark colors, heartbreak, desolation and sadness. But when he found you...he was happy once more. Light and love filled his life and his paintings, feelings he hadn’t felt in years!! And now that he is happy once more...Stephan is not going to let you get away from him.

Appearance: Average height, soft and sweet looking with blonde curls and purple eyes, framed by long lashes. His skin is pale and soft, with many moles creating constellations across his body. Many would call him a gorgeous man ad he truly is (though he is often unaware of it, only seeing beauty in others)

Yandere Type: Delusional.

Details: Stephen thinks of his darling as an angel, sent by God as a gift to him. Nothing you say or do will stop him from making you his! He doesn’t hear your pleas for help, his twisted little mind ignoring them. He does, however, take very good care of you as he would never want his darling angel to be hurt in any sort of way!

His perfect darling is simply his muse. He needs someone who inspires him, someone who encourages him and makes him smile! Everything you do, even the most simple of things, provides him with a surge of inspiration.

Stephen is a bit of a mess. One moment, he’s all sunshine and smiles and the next he’s sobbing and covered in paint. His emotions come and go wildly and you can never tell how he’s going to react to something. It can be pretty difficult to deal with.

He loves to paint you in throws of passion. There is nothing more beautiful to the painted then you so of course he paints you! Moaning and dripping, looking so lovely, a passionate picture painted for ever and ever.

Stephen dreams of a golden future with you. Perhaps once he retires from teaching (and you are more ell behaved) he’ll buy a little villa in France and spend his days with you. Then he can just make love to you and paint forever.

Head of Music. Sibyl Night, 28, a wild and charming woman. A former student, Sibyl is a well known musician who turned to teaching after a terrible tragedy...but we don’t need to talk about that! She hides her darkness behind a big smile and a sweet song, throwing herself into her students and her music until she can find the very thing she has been looking for:

Her darling!

Her dream come true!!

You are not her first love...but you will be her last. Sibyl is planning out your happily ever after from the moment she lays eyes upon you. A house filled with music, the two of you dancing and laughing and living the happiest of lives...oh, wouldn’t it be prefect? Wouldn’t it be wonderful, darling?

Appearance: Tall, thin, with long brown hair and gray eyes. She has a very slight build, with warm brown skin, and long hair that she keeps tucked in a braid while teaching. Her eyes are wide and pearl gray, revealing her soul and going from kind and wild in only a matter of seconds.

Yandere Type: Delusional.

Details: Sibyl is utterly, absolutely, terribly devoted to her darling! To her, happily ever after is just waiting around the corner for the both of you! All she needs you to do is be good and sweet and realize that she’s only trying to take care of you...she’s only trying to make you happy...so don't be difficult, dear!

Her perfect darling is as devoted as she is. Sibyl wants you to be just as crazed, just as in love with her! Then you can spend all of your days together, lost in music and love...how perfect! How wonderful!! Wouldn't that be perfect, darling?

Sibyl loves to play for you. She can sing and play several instruments (piano, cello, violin, and guitar), all of them beautifully. Of course she prefers love songs, having a list of favorites and many pieces that she’s written just for you.  

She’s a sweet lover. Never will Sibyl force you to anything, wanting you to come to her willingly and lovingly. And if you do, she’ll spend all night making love to you. She’s not very kinky really (though if you are, she will happily play along), more passionate and loving. All she wants is to be with you, love struck and happy.  

Sibyl has a perfect little home prepared for you both. A little house on the edge Grey Stone’s property, long forgotten and left to rot. She wants to clean it up for you and make it your little castle, filled with love and sweet music.

Head of Business. Dae-Jung Choi, 29, a serious figure. A Korean business man, Dae-Jung has everything that he had ever wanted. Everything he has, he earned himself. Money, fame, respect, and now...he just needs one thing:

Love.

It’s silly, but Dae-Jung had never been interested in love until he got everything else in order. Now that he has such success, he feels that a devoted darling in just the thing to make him happy. And once he meets you, this yandere knows that he will make you his. He’s manipulative and cunning, the kind of man you do not wish to cross. So be a good little darling and do as he says.

Appearance: Korean, tall and pale, almost sickly looking at times. That’s because he often overworks himself, working long hours and forgetting to eat right! But he can be considered almost handsome at times, with a charming smile (if only it were not so cold) and pretty eyes (that observe everything, especially his darling). He is always dressed well in expensive suits and casual wear.

Yandere Type: Obsessive.

Details: Dae-Jung will accept nothing less then perfection. He wants the perfect house (he will eventually take his darling back to South Korea), the perfect children (groomed to keep running the business), and the perfect little wife.

His perfect darling is meek. You will never talk back, never fight back, following every command with love and obedience. He doesn’t want a mouthy little bitch of a darling and will pivk out a shy, weak little woman to take.

Dae-Jung thinks you should be grateful to him. After all, he’s picked you out from everyone else...isn’t that an honor? Aren’t you happy? Well, you should be. He expects you to thank him for everything little thing, any shred of kindness and love and, most of all, for choosing you.

He has some dark fantasies. He’s a kinky bastard, with a love for BDSM and pet play (with you being his little kitten). Of course he doesn’t care if you don’t want to be his pet! He’ll collar you anyway and take you whenever he wants, laughing as you sob and cum.

Dae-Jung is more then willing to do what it takes. Threats, acts of bloody violence, even murder. Whatever it takes to make you his, he’ll do it with a cruel smile on his face.

Head of Drama. Daphne White, 36, a sweet woman. Daphne was once a world famous actress, both on stage and on the big screen. But she always wished to retire and return to her former school, so that she may take on a new generation of actors...and perhaps find love!

Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful to find her darling at her little school?

It was always a dream of hers, so meeting you was surely meant to be! Daphne knows right away that this is her love story. Her happily ever after. And in her delusional heart, she doesn’t realize the dark deeds that she commits. Daphne brushes away any of her terrible actions and manipulations as means to an end.

Appearance: Tall and red haired, rather busty and beautiful. Daphne towers above quite a few of the other tears, her wild red hair and green catching great attention. She often wears long, flowing dresses and scarves and a lot of jewelry, all in rich colors.  

Yandere Type: Delusional.

Details: Daphne only wants so much to be with her darling! She feeds on attention, wanting her darling to look at no one but her. After all, Daphne is all that you will ever need! Don’t you fret about a thing, little pet, she will take such good care of you.

Her perfect darling is passionate. She wants someone who has dreams and ambitions, which she’ll always encourage you in...as long as you don’t forget her. After all, Daphne is the most important thing in your life! She wants you to be just as passionate about her, loving and wonderful.

Daphne loves to read you love stories. She’s a big fan of William Shakespeare's works, reading aloud his sonnets and soliloquies.

She can be so loving, if only you would let her! Daphne could show you a passion that you could never imagine, if only you would accept her! She has a love of role play (especially that of her favorite characters) and public sex.

Daphne wants the picture perfect image. After all, she’s a star! And she wants you to be at her side, shining and smiling as you walk through adoring crowds. She loves seeing your pictures in magazines and newspapers, clipping out anything about you both.

Physical Education. Callen Rook, 26, a frightening man. Callen is a former Olympic athlete and now a teacher. Just about everyone is afraid of the hulking man, not that he really cares. Callen has never been caring nor gentle, rather, he is full of himself and mean hearted. There is no one on earth that would imagine the giant wanting a lover...but he does.

Oh, he does!!

His greedy little heart wants a lover!

Callen has wanted a little play thing for years and years. But he’s just been waiting for his darling to show up, certain that he’ll know them when he sees them. And he does. The moment he lays eyes upon you, Callen is already preparing to take you and make you his. You can try to run. You can try to fight or beg for help...but you will NEVER escape this yandere!

Appearance: Huge, muscular, and down right mean looking. Every part of him is perfectly sculpted, with tanned skin and dark brown hair which he keeps neat. His blue eyes are down right intense, ice cold and frightening. While he is obviously quite handsome, most folks are too frightened of him to think it.

Yandere Type: Sadistic and obsessive.

Details: Callen believes this is love at first sight! He’s gonna be your master and you’re gonna be his little darling! He isn’t quite sure which kind of darling he would like more: a fighter or a sweetheart. Either way, though, he’s happy just to be able to break you.

His perfect darling is too much fun! Like I said, a fighter or a sweetheart, it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna break you into pieces, leaving you all broken and pretty at his feet...what a beautiful sight! He’s gonna enjoy breaking you but...he’ll enjoy the fruits of his labor even more.

Callen isn’t going to play nicely. He never shows you any real kindness, not unless you beg for it. He has rules for a darling and he expects them to be followed perfectly, no mistakes...and no mercy.

He’ll do what he wants and you’ll have to like it. Cry and fight all you want, darling, Callen is still gonna have his way with you! He’s a rough lover, brutally fucking you into passionate and humiliating stupors...he likes humiliating you. He likes making you cry and scream and, even more, he loves to make you degrade himself for his amusement.

Callen loves to torment you. Even when you’re broken in and well behaved, he’ll torment you endlessly. You can hate him or love him, it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna mess with you until oyu cry and beg!

Head of Science. Itsuki Ito, 37, a cold hearted man. A Japanese scientist, Itsuki has devoted his entire life to his precious studies. Very little can distract him from his work and his students, he is very focused. But behind that cold exterior is a hungry heart. All of his life, Itsuki has been looking for something that he cannot explain.

You. It’s you.

He knows it right away. It’s so strange, this feeling, but so wonderful at the same time. He loves it. He loves you. And he’s going to do anything in his power to keep you! You are his greatest experiment, his beautiful little darling.

Appearance: Japanese, small and thin but very strong. His hair is thick and wild and his eyes are intensely dark. There are many scars littered across his skin, cuts and burns from failed experiments. He wears a pair of silver glasses (his eyesight his absolutely awful)

Yandere Type: Possessive.

Details: Itsuki wishes to turn his darling into the perfect specimen. What an exciting experiment it would be, to take a flawed little human like you and turn you into perfection. A willing victim, a loving little darling.

His perfect darling is a pretty creature. Someone intelligent, someone that he can respect in some way. That just makes it more fun, taking this respectable little darling and turning you into his toy.

Itsuki does love you, in some awful way. Even when you’re scared and sobbing, he’s almost affectionate towards you. You’re his darling! His pretty pet! His plaything! He adores you more then anyone else, you’re the only person he really care about.

He wants to play with you. Testing you in amusing to him, both psychically and mentally. He loves to see just what he can do to you, how much it will hurt...how much you will beg. Hooking you up to sex toys, fucking you until you cry, he wants to make it hurt in the most wonderful way!

Itsuki will never let you go...EVER. You cannot escape him, not ever. Once he gets you in his control, you’ll belong to him forever and ever and ever.

School Doctor. Idola Vidal, 29, a seemingly sweet woman. Doctor Idola has always had a caring a heart, a need to care for others and be needed in return. It all seems so sweet at first, until her dark heart is truly revealed. Tragedy seems to follow her wherever she goes, though no one has ever suspected the sweet woman of anything deadly…

You certainly didn’t suspect her.

Doctor Idola hides her dark nature behind a sweet smile and caring hand, telling carefully woven lies. But it won’t take long before you start to see something strange about Idola. The many deaths that follow her. The little lies revealed in moments of truth. But, darling, by the time you realize it all...it’s far too late!

Appearance: Spanish, dark curly hair and green eyes. She’s small and sweet, yet very powerful. Her dark hair curls down her back and she has just the sweetest smile, bright eyes, and a little mole by the corner of her left eye. She wears a loft of sweet colors, pastels and flowers and a pretty pearl necklace.

Yandere Type: Protective.

Details: Idola just wants to love her darling, though her love is dark and twisted. Desperate for love and affection, to be needed, she will purposely injure and poison you...just to make you rely on her a little more.

Her perfect darling is a sweetheart. A willing victim, someone to remain at her side forever. Take your poison sweetly, darling, it makes her so happy to see you like this! Sick and weak and so very pretty...her perfect darling!

Idola just wants to be needed...is that so bad? All her life, she was ignored and abandoned and left behind. All she has ever wanted was to be needed and loved...and she’ll so anything to have just that.

She can be quite passionate. Idola tries hard to be gentle with you, seeing you as a weak little thing, but sometimes she just gets so caught up in her love! Don’t you love her touch? Don’t you want to cum for her over and over, a pretty display of love...of course you do!

Idola will keep you forever and ever. She has her own little house at the school and will keep you there, insisting that you are so sick and in need of her help. There you will stay, weak and loving and in her embrace for all time…

(With more faculty members to be introduced! The security team, the groundskeeper, and more. I won’t write about student/teacher relationships unless the student is in the upper levels/university and thus an adult, BTW)

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NCIS LA - Callen: Time Heals...

Imagine: Time Heals Word Count: 1119 Fandom: NCIS Los Angeles x House MD Pairing: Callen x Reader Characters: House, Reader, Callen Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: @intheendyouwillalwayskneel  Prompt: Hi! Would you write a Callen x reader where he thinks she died on the job and he is devastated? Could you do a crossover with House 😉🤔 somehow? I'm sorry if this is too much.

You’re seated in the cafeteria with House and Wilson, the latter rambling on about his disastrous date the evening before. House rolls his eyes, as he pops another fry into his mouth.  “Well, we did warn you about her,” you tell him as you place your coffee mug onto the coaster and wink at House. He smiles at you in return.  Wilson catches the silent conversation and shrugs his shoulders.  “I don’t know why I talk to you two about this,” he laments.  “Yeah, next time find Cameron and Chase make it a girl’s night where you can eat ice-cream and braid each other’s hair,” House offers and you can’t help the laughter that escapes you. “You know, with friends like you two,” Wilson points and you and House, “who needs real enemies?” “Well, if you choose to be stupid, you can’t fault us for calling you out on it,” House adds. Wilson is about to respond to that, but a call for you via the PA system stops him.

“Paging Dr (Y/L/N), to ER immediately,” comes the voice. You pick up your coffee cup, bid your two friends adios and start making your way to the ER. Without prompting, House follows you to the Emergency room, his cane thumping on the vinyl flooring. You The ER is a flutter of activity, more so than usual. There are four beds currently occupied though two of them don’t look too serious. The third has succumbed to their injuries. The fourth… You cannot see the fourth bed from where you’re standing, and for some reason you’re reluctant to go in. You’re about to turn about and leave when Dr Cuddy comes out from behind the curtain. Seeing you with House, she doesn’t waste a minute, telling you to go in there and stitch the patient up, making sure to leave no scars. You’re not sure what’s going on with House and her but you don’t want to ask either. That was one of the unspoken yet agreed on conditions of your friendship. You didn’t ask about personal relationships, if the other wasn’t comfortable with it and it suited the two of you fine.  “Satan has spoken,” House says in a deep voice, “we must obey.” You try, with immense difficulty, not to grin at the man, but find that you can’t and so you head to the end of the room. You pull the curtain back slightly and step into the cubicle, introducing yourself as you do, though you don’t look up at the patient. The patient chart is on the end of the bed and you look at what needs to be done, asking a few questions as you read.  It’s only when you don’t get any answers that you look up at the patient. The coffee cup falls from your grasp, and you take a step back, bumping into House. “Something wrong?” House asks, but you find you cannot answer him. You simply turn on your heel and walk out, not saying word. 

It’s an hour later when you hear the door open. You’d wondered how long it would take House to give away your location. You don’t turn around, even though you know House would never ask you upfront, what was going on. But it’s not House’s voice that breaks the silence.  “(Y/N),” he says your name so reverently, that your body automatically turns to face him. He hasn’t changed in five years,  dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt, the only thing missing is the smile normally adorning his expression.  “Callen,” you whisper, though you stop yourself from taking a step toward him.  He comes to a stop two feet away from you, close enough for you to touch him, and it takes a lot of self-restraint for you not to launch yourself into his arms. Well that, and the look of betrayal on his face. You should’ve left him some kind of clue, but at the time you were too afraid to lose him. Looking at him now though, it wouldn’t have made a difference. “How?” just one word. “Granger. He said it was the only way to you keep safe. If I left, they could not get to you via me. One less thing for them to taunt you with,” you whisper. “He got all the paperwork done and here I am, doctor at Princeton Plainsboro.” “Granger,” Callen echoes, though you can hear some anger in it. You both stand in complete silence. You’re not sure what more there is to say. You haven’t been in contact for five years. Five long, fucking, years, though you would never admit, you did check up on him once in a while. You’d take a trip to LA with friends and have dinner at one of the restaurants you frequented with him. Sometime you saw him, sometimes you didn’t.  Granger sent you updates though. That was one of the conditions he had to adhere to. In the beginning it was tough, for both of you, but as time passed you know you couldn’t keep living in the past and so you stopped asking for updates though Granger never stopped sending them.  You couldn’t imagine the pain Callen had gone through and nothing you said now would change that.  The silence was broken this time, by House’s voice. “You’re just going to stand there?” you turn to face him and see that he’s talking to you.  “God, you’re an idiot,” he continues. “Not everyone gets a second chance, and the two of you are going on like its some unsurmountable mountain. Don’t be a jackass. People would kill for a chance like yours. Don’t waste it,” he tells you.  “House,” you start, but he cuts you off.  “Granger told me all about you, and your situation and did you really think I didn’t know about your trips to LA?” You blush at his question, he’s House, he knows everything, also the reason he didn’t keep asking about your past.  “Also, just to make things clear, Wilson was the one who gave your hideout away,” House tells you and you laugh. “Now come on, he’s treating us to dinner because he can’t keep his mouth shut, and also because I have his wallet,” House shows you Wilson’s wallet and smiles at you.  “Want to join us?” you ask Callen. “I know it won’t make up for the last five years, but it’s a start,” you say.  He thinks about it, and you’re almost sure he’s going to decline your offer, but you’re surprised when he nods his head and falls into step with you.  “You have to show me the wallet trick,” he tells House as the elevator doors close. 

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Be With You

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Prompt(s): "You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight."

Pairing: Callen x Reader

Word Count: 305

Hope you enjoy it! And as always, feedback is appreciated. :)

“Fancy a drink? I'll buy.” Kensi asked as the team finished for the evening and began packing away their things. Everyone else agreed, but you weren't feeling it like the rest of them, “[Y/N]?” she turned her attention to you.

You shook your head and put your bag over your shoulder, “Not tonight.” you answered and Callen shot a look over to you. “See you tomorrow.”

Walking out of the building you made your way home. You weren't sure why you didn't fancy the drink that Kensi offered to pay for but it had been a hard day and you just wanted to get back home. A shower and a change into some more comfortable clothes always made you feel a little more relaxed and you had just settled down on the couch when the door knocked. You sighed and turned it off before getting up and answering the door.

Stood at the door was Callen holding two beer bottles and a bag of takeout, “I would cook, but, er, I passed your favourite place on the way and well, I couldn't resist.” he smiled.

“Shouldn't you be having beers with the team?” you asked, trying to hide your own smile from him but you knew it was failing.

Callen shrugged, “You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.” he replied and you saw the little twinkle in his eye. “Can I come in or...?”

“Yeah, sorry.” you chuckled as you moved out of the way to let him over the threshold. As he passed you, he pressed his lips to your cheek and his touch made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You liked Callen, and there was a part of you that thinks he knew it, though Callen was never one to give in to his feelings so quickly.

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Pumpkin

Requested by Anon -  Hiya! Could I get a imagine where the Male Reader is Callen’s son and they’re having their first Halloween together and it includes stuff like pumpkin carving 😊 if not it’s okay xx A/N – Sorry this is up a few days after Halloween. Hope you enjoy it. Characters – Son!Reader x Callen Word Count – 523

‘Right so we have pumpkins, ghost cookies, which are ridiculous and some decorations to put up.’ Callen, your dad announced as he walked into the kitchen, you turned around to face him. ‘What about the candy?’ You asked him, he looked at you and reached into the bg. ‘And the candy.’ He showed you the big bag of sweets that were a mix of all the good ones. ‘Okay, so where do we start?’ ‘Decorations. That way everyone knows that they can come here for treats.’ You informed him, he nodded and split the bags and flung half of them to you and you caught them. You quickly got off the stole and made your way to the front. ‘Y/N.’ You heard your name getting called, you looked around to notice your dad’s next door neighbour out on her porch, watching you. ‘Hi, Mrs Mitchell.’ You said with a friendly smile and wave. ‘Now boy, how many times have I told you, just call me Sandra.’ She warned you. You smiled and her and nodded. ‘Sorry Sandra.’ You apologised to her, she waved her hand dismissively. ‘See your making your dad do some decorating.’ She pointed out, you raised the decorations in your hand. ‘Yeah.’ You replied to her, she looked at the building before nodding. ‘Good, he needs it.’ She said, you chuckled at her and nodded agreeing with her.

‘Are we doing a competition?’ Callen questioned you, you shook your head. ‘No, because I know I’ll win.’ You told him adamantly. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s so on.’ He said, nudging your shoulder slowly. ‘Who will be the judge?’ You asked as you started to carve away at the pumpkin, before pulling its insides out before placing them in the bin. He pulled his phone out. ‘Sam, Kelsi and Deeks.’ He said, as he set a time on his phone. ‘Fine. What does the winner get?’ You asked him. ‘Free dinner.’ He said, you scoffed at the decision. ‘And at the next movie night, they decide the movie.’ You stated, reaching your hand out. He looked at you, but you raised an eyebrow up as you waited for him to respond. He stuck his hand into yours and shook it. ‘You drive a hard bargain but sure.’ He agreed, before pressing the button, giving you both forty-five minutes for you to complete the design.

‘We need you to decide who’s pumpkin is the best.’ Callen said into the phone, you could hear the groans and could almost see the eye rolls. Callen didn’t waste anytime before flipping the camera around, so they could look at the two pumpkins sitting next to each other. ‘Left.’ Sam and Kensi said, whilst Deeks said right. You flung your hands up in the air and let out a whoop. ‘Who won?’ Deeks asked, Callen turned the camera back to the two of you. ‘Who do you think?’ You asked them, you could hear their chuckles. ‘Y/N.’ Callen groaned. ‘Well he’s definitely better at carving pumpkins than you, be careful. He might take your place on the team.’ Sam pointed out teasingly. 

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