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John forcing a statement out of Kellin

Fandom: The Magnus Archives x Malevolent

Characters: Jonathan Sims, Kellin Holeman

Content: Murder, abusive childhood, codependent sibling relationships, brief parallels to addiction

Summary: When John gets hungry, a visitor passing through the Archive is a snack he can’t pass up.

[The Archivist is making notes and muttering to himself, when a sudden voice makes him splutter and jump.]

KELLIN

You haven’t eaten in awhile, have you?

ARCHIVIST

Excuse me?

KELLIN

Elias gets that same colour in his eyes when he’s hungry. It’s this grey green. Not as bright as usual.

ARCHIVIST

Yes. Well. [Pauses] Tell me, Kellin. How did your sister die?

KELLIN

[Sighs] I wondered when the Elias’s influence would come out.

ARCHIVIST

Your sister Kellin. How did she die?

KELLIN

Caoimhe says you already know. So does the Fog. And Yellow. They all agree. They rarely all agree. They can feel you routing around in here. Stop it.

ARCHIVIST

I want to hear it from your lips. If I already know what does it matter? Come on, I can see how much you want to get it off your chest.

KELLIN

Stop pretending you’re doing this to help me, we both know you’re hungry.

ARCHIVIST

I can make you. I can drag every painful thing out of you if you keep resisting.

KELLIN (STATEMENT)

I- Fine. Fine. She- She was my twin. Our second parents - Mrs Agnes Holeman and Colonel Manheim Holeman called her Samantha and me Calvin, but she was Caoimhe, and I was always Kellin. And we never stopped, no matter what we said. When the Holemans’ heard us our real names we got the belt but it didn’t matter, they couldn’t take it from us. Just like our secret language that no one but us can know. Our Mama and Papa weren’t good and loving or anything but at least they let us be who we were. Mama didn’t care that Caoimhe didn’t wear dresses and Papa didn’t make me do training every morning. Mrs and Colonel Holeman didn’t exactly care much about us, we were just dumped on their doorstep in their house in the forest off the dirt road into town.

Me and Caoimhe had a special place. A tent by the lake. We had a sleeping bag, a lantern, and some stuff we collected. Random trinkets we found, rocks we liked, drawings we did… Caoimhe found a book but it didn’t have any words in it. It wasn’t a picture book exactly. I mean, it had pictures in it, it had lots of ink drawings of lighthouses and ships but it looked more like someone’s sketchbook. The cover was a thick dark brown leather. Caoimhe couldn’t pronounce the name in on the front, we’d never heard of it before. She said it was from the library of someone. She was pretty good at reading since she taught herself. The Colonel said she wasn’t allowed, said education was wasted on girls, and thick headed beasts like me.

So me and Caoimhe spent most of our time in our tent, we’d go there after our chores were done and usually fell asleep there all night. We looked at the book a lot, for some reason when we poured over it we felt completely separated and isolated from everything but in a good way. In a nice way. It was like we were on our own island, or in a lighthouse surrounded by fog. We were safe. Being around people and away from our tent made us anxious. And scared. But then… it was before the Great War. It was- it was when they wanted me to try and sign up even though I was only seventeen. And- and Caoimhe- Mrs Holeman had found her a husband. And she- I loved her. Caoimhe. She loved me. We never loved anyone but each other. We cut our palms and pushed them together, we’d fall asleep curled up together. She didn’t even love the man they picked, he was ten years older than her and she thought he was… She didn’t like him. He was- his name was something Lukas. So I guess maybe Peter Lukas knew him.

She didn’t argue with the match since she wanted to get away from the Holemans and she said I’d probably sign up. I told her I didn’t want to. I just wanted to be with her. We argued on the lake, we never argued before. To get her to stop shouting I held her. I held her too tightly. She started crying. She tried to pull away from me and it made me so fucking angry. Eventually I let her go, touching her became too painful when she slammed her tiny fists into my broad chest. She sat on the shore of the lake, looking out into it, and as her cheeks were covered in her tears she looked so beautiful. I knew then she could never leave me. Ever.

Next to the house was an axe which I’d been chopping wood with that morning, I took it, almost in a daze. And… And I turned back to Caoimhe, and I didn’t tell her I was there. I looked at her, I looked at her beautiful pale neck and I aimed the blade right there. She didn’t even know, I think she died instantly. But she didn’t really die. Not really. She’s inside me. And I have her head still. It fell into the lake, and I fished it out. The Holemans were mad. Mrs Holeman screamed and cried, the Colonel beat me bad, I still have the scars he gave me from that night. He nearly drowned me in the lake where Caoimhe’s head fell. When he let me go I looked down to see my blood filling the water. He made sure I signed up, that I was drafted even though I wasn’t eighteen. That was the last I saw of them. But I kept Caoimhe with me. She’s always with me.

ARCHIVIST

I- Thank you, Kellin. That’s- yes.

KELLIN

Your eyes are normal again.

ARCHIVIST

Well, seems my diet was lacking in stories of traumatised twins with codependent relationships, doesn’t it?

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Yandere RE headcanons :3c

Content: second person, Yandere, experimentation, medical, master/pet dynamics (non consent), mutilation, toxic work environment, kidnapping, feedee/feeder, weight gain, stalking

Albert Wesker

Wesker is not remotely subtle or secretive about his feelings and intentions. When he first meets you he has already decide to take you, he knows instantly that you are his pet/object (depending on his mood.) He would decide everything for you, he could use you as an experiment, he could keep you as a dog in a kennel, or you could be essentially a concubine. He may change his mind, and he would do many tests and experiments on you regardless of which he chooses. He will often change your mind and body to be most convenient for him or to align with his tastes.

The only consistencies would be that you would not be allowed to do anything without his say so. You cannot leave the house unless it is by his side. If he is feeling particularly angry he will become jealous and angry if you do anything without him witnessing it (masturbation, urination, eat, anything.) If someone else who he does not deem acceptable (which is just William Birkin, no one else), you will be punished and so will the instigator. Sometimes even someone looking at you will result in that person having their eyes removed. Touching you would result in their hands being doused in acid until the skin is has completely left their body. He tells you from the very beginning you are his property, he isn’t shy about it when others ask. He is far, far superior to you after all.

William Birkin

Birkin would become fixated and obsessed with you without even speaking to you. He would watch you incessantly and not even try to hide it. If you were working in the same laboratory as him he would simply stare at you, rather intensely. He would show anger towards you, because you’re a distraction, snap at you if you dare to ask him about his work. He would regularly complain about your presence to anyone who would listen… but if you attempt to leave he follows you. He continues to do so even when you leave work, paying people to follow you and hack into your phone and computer. He collects photos of you and DNA samples - the saliva from the straw you drank from, the hair from the comb you keep in your bag, the plaster you discarded in rubbish bin. All without your knowledge. He begins to drug you, causing you to fall asleep at the laboratory, and it’s all so slowly you don’t even realise. You start to panic about your health and competency, Birkin’s complaints about you increase until you are fired.

Of course, when you leave with your belongings you blackout suddenly, awakening in a laboratory you don’t recognise with Birkin standing over you.

Leon Kennedy

Leon only wants what’s best for you, he repeats this often. He tells you how beautiful, clever, and strong you are whilst he massages your shoulders and cooks you such delicious expansive meals. He showers you in gifts, and feeds you such decadent desserts. When you worry about how you’ve gained so much weight he rubs your belly and tells you he thinks it’s the sexiest part of you. He gets you another cake before you can reply. It’s hard to fight him, because he gets upset and says he just wants to look after you. Plus, he looks so happy when he brings you food, and he adores watching you eat.

You’re so worried and focused on the weight gain, you don’t even realise that Leon has stopped you from doing so much. He does the shopping now, he buys all the food, he buys your clothes - the sizes of which get bigger and bigger every time, whenever you so much as get up for a drink he insists you sit down and he’ll do it for you. The odd occasion when he doesn’t stop you from going outside, he clings to your arm, he makes sure you take more rests than you need. If a stranger asks for the time he dives in and responds before you can even open your mouth. You go to a restaurant and Leon orders for you. Eventually you can’t even imagine doing these things for yourself, and when you suggest to Leon that you might as well just stay in bed today he has the sheer and utter delight of a dog going for a walk. You just love making him happy.

Ada Wong

You don’t even know how much of your life Ada Wong is controlling until you spot her name on a list of people who have accessed your medical records. You wonder who she is, and you’re sure you know her name from somewhere. You begin searching through all of your admin - the papers you keep in a box beneath your desk of bills and things you barely glanced at. You start to realise that every single one has a “CC:: A. Wong” written somewhere. You berate yourself for not noticing, you supposed you just assumed it was another specialist or member of the administration staff.

You dig further, and realise every single one of your credit cards has an additional person added to it. There is no money being spent it just seems as if someone is watching you. When you find the camera above the bathroom mirror is when it all gets too much, you rip your flat to pieces finding every single one. You finally think you can relax… but two weeks later you find another camera above the mirror. This keeps happening until finally you give in. When you discover that the new resident in the apartment next to yours is Ms Ada Wong you think you’ll finally get to the bottom of it… But she’s never home. You stare at her door through your peephole for hours, to no avail. Eventually you decide to break in, but when you do the apartment is empty. The dust over everything looks as if no one has ever stepped inside. The only indication of life is the fact that the window is open, a window right next to a telephone where which links your building to the opposing one.

Claire Redfield

Claire comes on rather strong and pushes the relationship forward remarkably quickly. You simply assume it’s her enthusiasm and lack of a family causing her to be a little full on. You don’t mind really, you do find yourself falling for her rather hard and fast. So long as it’s mutual, what’s the harm? People are surprised when you move in together after three weeks, but Claire just says they don’t get your relationship. She starts getting anxious about where you go when you leave the house, she has panic attacks if you leave her alone too long so it’s easier just to take her with you. It is odd though, she is a very strong, capable young woman. She’s faced far scarier things than being alone, regularly rides her bike everywhere, and goes sky diving for her birthday every year. But it’s fine, it’s an easy fix she just comes with you everywhere. She’s friendly and no one has a problem with it. Or they don’t seem to, but your friends sometimes make a comment or two. You find yourself getting angry and defending her. They just don’t get you like Claire does, and they don’t get Claire either.

You don’t even notice that your friends stop calling, or that they have been replaced with her friends. You lose your job because you’re becoming unreliable, but you agree with Claire when she goes on about how they just don’t respect your need for a good work life balance. It’s their problem if they don’t like how she’s always hanging around the building and how you keep leaving early to be with her. It makes more sense for you to work with her anyway, that way you can always be together and she knows you’re safe.

Sherry Birkin

Sherry always gets incredibly attached to one of the experiments in the government facility they work at. Perhaps it’s the fact that they are going through what they went through until the government hired them. They are far more empathetic than they should be given their parents after all. So when they begin coming to your room more often, checking your comfortable, and even bringing you presents you latch on to their affection immediately. After the first instance of them exchanging your thin, scraggly blanket into an actual, thick duvet because of how cold it gets in the lab… You began waiting for them to come see you. You don’t know if they’re doing this on purpose, if they want you to be dependent on them, or if they’re just nice. To be honest, you don’t even care.

They become more like a parent than anything else, making sure you’re eating, your clothes are clean, and your room is tidy. They also bring you treats - chocolates, flowers, teddies, books, games… They spoil you and come to see you when their shift is over just to talk at you. It’s almost overwhelming, but when they don’t come see you for a day or so you feel an ache in your chest. When you tell them that they seem… Happy almost. They take over a lot of the experiments, they are present at every one so you have a ‘friendly’ face. After a while though it seems that it’s Sherry who is leading them, which is strange. They said they were an agent not a scientist but you don’t really mind what they do. So long as they don’t leave you. Not ever.

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Serial killer Steve Harrington, Eddie’s the only one who’s figured it out (pre-relationship?)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington

Content: Serial killer Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson is into it, steddie, pre relationship

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Eddie took a long drag on his cigarette as he waited outside of the abandoned warehouse. His l chest hurt as he did, he knew he should either quit this disgusting habit or stop binding but he knew he wouldn’t. Maybe it was the cold, damp air outside the abandoned, burnt out factory. He had followed Steve there, and now he waited so that he could finally… Something. Confront him? Maybe. Although, he had to admit, he struggled to come up with a reason against what he was doing. The first one who disappeared, as far as Eddie knew, was Tommy Hayes. Eddie still couldn’t believe the fact that hardly anyone seemed to notice that Steve spent their entire ‘friendship’ nervous and constantly sporting new bruises. The second was Carol Perkins. And honestly, Eddie and the rest of Hellfire were grateful that two of them were gone. Carol tortured Ronnie, and Gareth. Tommy had zoned in on Eddie in Junior year. Those two made sense as a target from Steve, after what they’d done to Nancy and him. However, the latest string didn’t make much sense to Eddie and almost made him question his analysis that the logical killer was Steve Harrington.

The latest two potential victims were Andy Hogan and Chance Peters. The final one who hadn’t shown up to school was Jason Carver. Andy and Chance were two boring lapdogs, horrible in the sense that they were so passive and happy to mock and beat whoever Jason told them to. To them it was all about popularity and little else. Ever since they’d gone missing Jason had gotten worse, far more erratic and violent than before. Chance and Andy had harassed members of both Hellfire and Corroded Coffin, particularly fixating on the freshmen which didn’t seem fair to Eddie and he did what he could. So, he wasn’t sad that they’d disappeared, and that Jason was next… But he couldn’t think why. Steve had graduated already, and they barely knew eachother. Eddie only had one theory, but if that was the case Dustin’s disgust at the idea of his classmates disappearances and potential murder might show Steve his little plan wasn’t working.

Eddie had been watching Steve’s night time activities for a while, and knew that the warehouse he stood at the door of was one of Steve’s favourites. Eddie had seen evidence he could’ve handed over to the police, but he didn’t. He didn’t exactly trust the cops and Steve’s work actually seemed to be doing more good than anything else. When Eddie heard rummaging from inside he flicked the ash from his cigarette onto the floor and took another drag, waiting until Steve appeared.

“Fancy a smoke?” Eddie asked, as the large metal entrance door creaked open, the sudden noise caused Steve to jump from his skin as he dropped the door letting it slam behind him.

“What the hell are you doing here, Munson?” Steve snapped, he wrapped his arms around himself and looked around anxiously.

“I could ask you the same question, Harrington.” Eddie knew it was cliched and childish to throw it back at Steve, but he was amused at how startled Steve was.

“I’m not creeping around like a-” He almost visibly bit his tongue and swallowed. Eddie raised his eyebrows in surprise as Steve swallowed and forced a smile with burning red cheeks. Eddie appreciated that Steve was trying, he was changing. He didn’t let words like “freak” roll off the tongue any more. “I’m not sneaking up on people.”

“You’re pals with Henderson, right?” The sudden change in subject was visibly jarring to Steve but Eddie rolled along with it as if it was natural.

“Yeah. I guess. Kinda like a little brother or something,” Steve mumbled, his hand scratched the back of his head as he looked around nervously. Eddie looked him up and down, Steve was wearing a t-shirt despite it being cold out, and his sneakers were oddly clean.

“Is that why you chose to carve up Carver then?” When Eddie pushed Steve’s eyes widened, he swallowed and stomach turned and twisted in on itself in anxiety. Before Eddie could push further Steve bit into his hand, hard. Eddie regretted being so blunt, he recognised a tic when he saw one but never dreamed he’d seen one coming from Steve Harrington.

“Erm. I. Sorry,” Steve muttered. His cheeks burned red as he looked down at the ground as if he’d been caught stealing Eddie’s wallet.

“Sorry for… what?” Eddie knew precisely what Steve was referring to, but the memory and shame of Eddie’s verbal tics “disturbing” class and resulting in a detention filled his mind and body. Eddie would be damned if he made anyone else feel that way.

“I- Erm. Nothing. I guess.” Steve paused with narrowed eyes. He looked around then back at Eddie, confused and almost as if he was trying to size him up. “Why are you so interested in Jason Carver?”

“I’m not, dude’s a fundie freak who shits himself when he sees kosher options in the cafeteria.”

“Okay. And what does he have to do with me?”

“I think he’s why you’re hanging out here in the middle of the night.”

“No… I don’t…”

“Steve. I know.” When Eddie said this Steve looked more baffled than anything else. They were both silent before Steve gave in and asked,

“Know what?”

“You’re getting rid of the Hawkins assholes,” Eddie began matter of factly as if he was telling Steve what his basketball game strategy was. “First it was your ex and his new chick, that makes sense. I mean, no offence but he was clearly as shitty to you as he was to everyone else. But. Why the latest brand of shitty jocks? You’ve gotten out of the hellhole that is Hawkins High.”

“What are you accusing me of here?” Steve responded sharply. “Do you- you think I’m-”

“The Hawkins Strangler is the name the press are using, right?”

“You’re crazy, Munson.”

“Absolutely yes, but irrelevant.”

“I don’t-”

“Is it because of Henderson?” Eddie interrupted, ignoring Steve’s denial as a distraction they couldn’t afford. “Is that why you’re going after Carver, and why you killed his friends before?”

“No. I didn’t-”

“Look. I get it.” This time when he raised a hand to silence Steve and spoke over him, Eddie felt frustrated and uncomfortable. “You don’t want to tell me, maybe you think I’m wearing a wire, which no, dude. So let me be real, you’re taking out people who deserve it. Who hurt you and those you care about. So I don’t care. So if I’m right, just… you don’t have to admit it. Just blink once for no twice for yes.”

“I’m- this is stupid.” Steve swallowed, he looked around nervously, then blinked twice deliberately.

“Fuck. Knew it.” Eddie had a wide, shit-eating grin across his face as he couldn’t suppress his delight.

“And? Are you going to turn me in?”

“Steve, dude. You’re kind of my hero, now,” Eddie grinned. He didn’t expect it but a strange sense of worship and joy filled him.

“Wh- why?” Steve looked startled and as if he’d just discovered Eddie had been killing off the town’s bullies.

“I mean, you got rid of the guy who pissed in my locker, or because you got rid of the girl who sexually harassed me when-” Eddie frowned and looked away. The awkward moments in public bathrooms as a trans person wasn’t something he wanted to bring up again. “Assholes who deserved it. Just. Is it Henderson? Is that why you’re taking the jocks down?”

“Not just Henderson. I mean, sure, that’s part of it. But…” Steve paused and frowned, he looked away in this awkward and vulnerable moment he’d never expected. “I was picking him up after your board game Hellfire thing and I saw the bastards hanging around outside of it. You guys were so stoked and then they ruined it. Shouting abuse and shit at you, Carver throwing his beer can at your head cutting you open. If I hadn’t have intervened,.."

“Dude. Are you- you killed a guy for me?” Eddie spoke slowly, his eyes wide and his voice a quiet gasp.

“I- I guess so.” Steve stammered his response, and wrapped his arms around his body.

“Shit. Dude that’s hot as hell.”

“Hot? Really?”

“The fact you didn’t cringe and run for the hills then is pretty encouraging.” Eddie grinned, his face lighting up as he saw Steve be a little flustered.

“Are you flirting with me, Munson?”

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?”

“One second you’re exposing my secrets and the next you’re trying to get in my pants… It’s a weird turn.”

“I’m a weird guy.”

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Tatum/Sid Ghostface killing Stu/Billy

Rating: Mature (horror)

Fandom: Scream

Characters: Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis

Content: Roleswap au (killer / victim switch), Stu x Billy, Tatum x Sidney, Tatum x Stu, character death, misogyny (from Billy’s perspective)

Billy hadn’t run away, he repeated that to himself as he felt his legs and his chest ache. He sprinted across the lawn as his throat felt raw and his heart pounded in his ears. He hadn’t run away, he hadn’t run away, he hadn’t run away. He was going to get help, he hadn’t abandoned Stu or Randy or anyone else, he kept telling himself that right up until he almost slammed his face into Gale Weather’s van. He used the door to keep himself steady as he stopped for just a brief second to reorientate himself and catch his breath. He finally allowed himself one single moment to get his thoughts together when a deep, crackling voice from beside caused his body to tense and his eyes to widen.

“Surprise Billy,” it said. He shakily looked up to see a tilted Ghostface mask staring at him. That wasn’t right, he’d pulled off Sidney’s hood. Before Billy could respond he felt a long, thin wire against his neck and pulling him backwards. He looked up to see Sidney staring down at him, her lips slightly crooked into a small smile but her eyes empty and dead. The other Ghostface giggled, one he recognised. He immediately pictured it with pouty, glossed lips against Stu’s cheek as Billy watched seething with envy and rage. His eyes widened, no. It couldn’t be. Two girls couldn’t pull this off, especially not them, he thought.

“Wh- what the f-” He spluttered as he slowly lost his ability to do anything but gasp and choke. He tried to kick and struggle but being pulled backwards meant his coordination was off. He tried to grab up at Ghostface’s - Tatum’s he corrected himself - cloak, only for his grip to be too weak to do anything other than have the black fabric slip through his fingers.

As Billy awoke, he felt Sidney’s bed beneath him - that same duvet that he’d been laid on barely an hour (or maybe a day, he didn’t know what time was anymore) before. As he pictured Sidney straddling his waist and riding him, as he heard her rage afterwards mixing in with the scene. Billy thought for a moment that maybe she wasn’t the killer, maybe it was just those pictures he took that made her snap. Except he knew that wasn’t right, not only because of the masks. No, this all fit. It fit too well. Billy was barely aware of the noise of Stu crying and yelling. All Billy could focus on was how his shoulders ached and the shooting pains that plagued his arms, they had been tied behind him with… He thought for a moment, it felt like duct tape but he couldn’t be sure. What he did know from the extreme numb feeling sinking into his muscles is they’d dislocated his arms. He wondered if it was on purpose or not. He tried to move and quickly realised his legs were restrained in the same way. He fluttered his eyes open to see Tatum stood over him, her neck tilted to the left slightly which filled him with anger. As if that dumb bitch thought she could be Myers, he thought angrily.

“Look who’s awake!” She grinned, she held up a hunting knife and wiggled it in Billy’s direction tauntingly. It was probably stolen from her dad, Billy told himself. He grunted and groaned as he strained his neck to try and see anything other than her mocking grin, he could only catch a small glimpse of Stu. He was bound to a chair at the foot of the bed, his eyes wide and panicked. Not dissimilar to how they’d found Steve, Billy realised.

“Hey there, Casanova,” Sidney taunted darkly. Billy didn’t even try to look at her, he took in Stu - terrified, sobbing Stu. Billy began to struggle, he hoping they hadn’t tied his bonds correctly. Something about seeing Stu being hurt by anyone but him filled him with rage.

“Don’t fucking lay one finger on him,” Billy hissed darkly, his eyes dead and empty. As he watched Tatum and Sidney with narrowed eyes he sneered and growled like an animal, he expected fear. He always managed to scare women with ease, except neither of them even flinched. Sidney grabbed Billy’s hair and pulled him up so he could see the whole room, and Tatum just flounced over to Stu’s side.

“What? Like this?” Tatum asked in her little faux ditzy voice. She put her thumb to Stu’s bottom lip and pulled it back. He let out a whine which made Billy huff in irritation.

“Get off him, bitch. Get the fuck away from-” Billy interrupted himself with a yell as he felt something thrust into his side. He recognised the sensation of a sharp blade instantly, but the stab was new. It burned like both ice and the gas flame on the stove. He felt it in his muscle, he felt it in his entire right side of his torso. He growled in frustration at how he couldn’t move, especially not since Sidney still had one hand in his hair, curled into a tight fist.

“Do not talk to her like that,” she snapped. The room was quiet for a moment before Sidney snorted with laughter at how Billy blinked tears out of his eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, it’s not lethal. Not yet. That comes later.”

“No- no- fuck!” Stu yelped. He screwed his eyes shut and swallowed before his chest heaved. “No. Fuck. Is this because-”

“Shut up, Stu,” Billy interrupted, his voice a quick panicked yell. His anger caused Stu to grow quiet, pale, and tense on instinct, Billy sighed in relief. At least Stu still listened to him.

“No, no go on. Because what?” Sidney asked, her head tilted and her voice showing fake interest. If Billy wasn’t so fixated on Stu, he might have noticed it. “Why would anyone want to kill Billy Loomis?”

“They’ll kill you too,” he spluttered. Only for Tatum to grin and wrap one arm around Stu’s shoulders.

“Actually, no,” Tatum said firmly, Billy noticed Sidney’s small sigh, they didn’t agree on something it seemed. Tatum kissed the top of Stu’s head. “We’re gonna keep him. He’s gonna watch you die, we’re gonna frame Sid’s dad, say he found out what you did and it made him snap. He’s already the prime suspect, well, after Billy boy here. That was unexpected. Maybe we can make it seem you were in on it.”

“Maybe he was working with my dad but things got ugly, you had a disagreement and started stabbing each other,” Sidney mused before giving a small laugh as if it was her idea. “I like that.”

“Fuck you. No one’s gonna believe-”

“How did you find out?” Stu asked quietly, as if Billy hadn’t spoken, that angered him further. Soon as they were out of this mess, Billy thought, as images of how he’d punish Stu filled his mind.

“I said shut up-” Billy snapped, only for Stu to retort in an annoyed voice that made Billy’s breath stop for a moment. Stu didn’t stand up to him.

“Billy they just said they already know.”

“I- What?”

“They said he found out what we did.” Stu let out a sad, humourless laugh. “Dude, I thought I was the stupid one.”

“Yeah, Sid, how do we know?” Tatum teased, Billy glowered as she traced the dull edge of the blade against Stu’s cheek teasingly.

“First clue was realising that Cotton couldn’t have done it. Maybe Gale Winter’s book convinced me,” Sidney shrugged, a small glint in her eye and her lips contorted into a mischievous smile like a child who’d sneaked a glimpse at her birthday presents.

“Liar,” Billy spat, his breath grew heavy. He hated losing control, and now he couldn’t even handle his own body let alone the people around him.

“Doesn’t matter how I know. Just do.” Sidney turned back to Billy and tugged on his hair forcing him to look at her. “And now you’re gonna die.”

“So your mother can suck my cock in hell?” Billy snarled, it was a joke to try and get Stu back on side. He could tell by the small moment of silence it failed.

“Why did you stop?” Tatum asked, surprising every one of them, Sidney’s grip on Billy’s hair loosened slightly as they both looked at her. Billy wondered if Sidney was just as unnerved by Tatum’s quiet, serious tone as he was.

“What?” Billy asked, his brow furrowed.

“You killed Sid’s mom. And then you stopped. Why? When me and Sid killed Casey… That evil bitch deserved it. Both her and her rapist asshole boyfriend.” Tatum had hissed those last words, a dark look flashed over her face before she replaced it with a fake grin and that sickeningly sweet voice made its reappearance. “Plus, there’s nothing like it. It’s such a rush. Like a drug without a hangover. And it’s so fun. So satisfying. Not like when you cut yourself Billy-”

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, his voice strained and ached. He hated that Stu told Tatum about Billy’s scars. He blamed him just as much as Sidney and Tatum for this mess they were caught in.

“I didn’t- I didn’t like it,” Stu admitted. He swallowed and forced his shoulders forward, he began shivering and Billy looked at him in wide eyed disbelief. “I didn’t like it. It was too real. And she- she was supposed to confess. It was supposed to be revenge. She was supposed to beg for her life. But she didn’t. She just smirked, dead eyed and ran her mouth no matter what we did. Hated it. Hated her fucking eyes.”

“Poor baby,” Tatum crooned as she stroked Stu’s hair. Sidney had a flash of jealousy in her eyes which in turn filled Billy with rage.

“Well, let’s see if you hate watching your boyfriend die just as much,” Sidney scoffed, but it was false. Her snarl and smirk was false, she had anger causing her voice to shake and everyone in the room could hear it. Billy was about to use that to his advantage until he felt the blade slam into his sternum. He grunted and groaned as he felt it drag through his torso and organs, letting out small cries when he felt it catch on some tissue and keep cutting all the way down to his crotch. As he felt the world dissolved around him, the last thing he saw was Stu’s blue-green eyes framed by wet, blond eyelashes.

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Yandere Wesker

Rating: Mature (dark themes)

Fandom: Resident Evil

Characters: Albert Wesker, William Birkin

Content: Weskin, Wesker x Birkin, yandere, kidnapping, drugging

William’s head was throbbing when he awoke—not to mention his mouth felt like cotton wool, and his limbs were like lead. Panic filled him, he knew what that suggested. He always felt a bit disorientated when he awoke which was far more intense right now so his memory was unclear meaning he couldn’t be sure. However as his eyes reluctantly opened he knew with absolute certainty he had no recollection of this room. The walls were dark grey and still smelled of paint, the floorboards were polished and the head and footboard of the bed were black leather. He sat up shakily but felt something cold against both of his ankles along with a metal clinking noise. He looked down to see that he had been changed from his work clothes to a pair of satin pyjamas and around his ankles were two metal cuffs. There was a chain connected to them that upon further investigation seemed to be connected to a metal bar that ran around the bottom of the room. He huffed and looked back towards the bed to see above it was a gap in the wall for a window that had been blocked out by a metal screen.

“Albert!” William shouted at the ceiling, pulling on his chains hoping to hear a creak or some sign of protest but only seeing them slide up and down the bar. “Albert. I know you put me here. It’s your taste in decor, these pyjamas are yours, and only you are this fucking melodramatic!”

“False. I’m not melodramatic,” a robotic sounding voice said from the corner. William’s neck snapped up to see a security camera looking directly at him with a speaker attached. He let out a humourless laugh and got to his feet, feeling unsteady and nauseated.

“Dosing me with flunitrazepam and locking me in a room with a steel panel covering the window is absolutely melodramatic.” The camera went from left to right as if shaking its head, William exhaled in annoyance and began to pace around the room. He saw there was a chest of drawers, which when opened showed that some of his clothes had been moved here. There was also a desk and a bedside table but nothing else. “I’m going to presume that the rest of my belongings will be returned when I prove I’m not going to try and run away.” He looked up at the camera when there was silence and it only followed him around the room. That was a yes then, he thought. He stopped and his body tensed, he remembered something. He wasn’t sure if it was yesterday, assuming Albert used flunitrazepam it was likely more than twenty four hours ago. He had proposed to Annette. He remembered being nervous about telling Albert, and now here the man was proving why. “Is this about me and Annette?” He asked.

“Why would it be about that?” The camera shot back.

“Albert, this is ridiculous. I am not talking like this. I think I’m owed a real conversation,” William snapped. There was silence, the camera didn’t even move as he walked around the room, and he wondered if he went too far. He let out a sigh of relief when the door clicked, before quickly forcing himself to be angry again. Sure enough, there Albert stood in the doorway with a scowl and folded arms. His plain white t-shirt and black tracksuit bottoms told William that this was the middle of the night and only then realised Albert had lent him his usual sleepwear. Normally his wardrobe was expansive but if it was between laundry cycles… William tried to push that mundane thought out of his mind. Given that William usually slept in a pair of pyjama bottoms and nothing else - maybe an old t-shirt if it was cold - he felt oddly overdressed comparatively. He actually got to see Albert’s blue eyes for once, which made sense since the lights in any property he owned were always turned down by around fifty percent.

“You wish to talk,” Albert said between his teeth, William knew he intended to sound menacing but he honestly just came across like a hormonal, petulant adolescent.

“What I ‘wish’ for is some answers, actually,” William corrected, he hated how Albert often made him feel like the only adult in the room these days.

“You forced my hand. I had to take extreme measures.” Albert actually pouted for a moment which he quickly hid, and had William been in less dire straits he would have laughed.

“I didn’t force anything.”

“You proposed to Annette.”

“How do you- how do you know?”

“Your heart rate increased far more than usual, I was concerned.”

“That raises more questions actually.”

“From the tracker I injected into you.”

“What?” William exhaled in anger and turned away from Albert and sat back on the bed. “Actually, you know what. Fine. You have a tracker injected into me. That might as well be happening right now. Okay, so, go on. About why you drugged and kidnapped me.”

“I investigated what you were doing at the time, and I found on the Umbrella CCTV you getting down on one knee with a ring in your hand with Annette.”

“Yes. Well, I intended to tell you-”

“You should have asked for my permission,” Albert interrupted, William looked up at him with raised eyebrows and blinked. That took him by surprise more than anything else so far.

“Excuse me?” He eventually asked, he was almost reluctant to engage with it at all as he knew he wouldn’t like the answer.

“We are equals. You should have asked.”

“You are not my partner-”

“That is a matter of opinion.”

“No it isn’t, if you wanted to be something other than… Whatever it is we are then you should have said something.”

“You don’t even … You do not have any- she’s a woman. You like men,” Albert spluttered clumsily. He finally stopped folding his arms and began stomping around the room.

“I- Yes. And Annette likes women.” William watched Albert, almost like a child who was about to have a tantrum. “So we decided to make an arrangement where we can maintain the family image for Umbrella, as well as so we can create a child who can carry on both of our superior genes.”

“I could have impregnated you.” When Albert said this William stared at him, waiting for him to laugh and say it was a joke to defuse the tension. When none came William was forced to ask further, even though he did not want to know what the hell Albert was talking about.

“I- What?”

“I could have found a way.”

“Al, you are being ridiculous,” William sighed, he began to rub his temples and close his eyes, he could feel a migraine coming on.

“Besides, who cares what Umbrella thinks?” Albert snapped, clearly aware of how ridiculous he sounded, or perhaps William simply hoped as much. “It’s just temporary for us anyway.”

“For you,” William replied quietly. Albert stopped pacing and turned to him, visibly alarmed.

“What?” He sounded genuinely scared and William actually found himself feeling guilty.

“It’s temporary for you. I don’t know what it is for me yet.”

“Well, that is another decision of yours I cannot allow,” Albert sulked. He folded his arms again, then unfolded them, and returned to pacing, quicker this time.

“Albert, let me go,” William pushed, it hurt his chest to have to say it. Albert was supposed to be his best man, and here he was unable to accept William having a life separate from him… As usual.

“No.”

“You can’t keep me here indefinitely.”

“When you’ve calmed down and are more willing to listen you can have free access to the safe house,” Albert explained, which made William angrier, he was speaking as if he was the voice of reason.

“Ah, one of your many safe houses. That’s why it’s unfamiliar.”

“I will not let that woman take you from me.”

“Careful, Al, you’re almost show affection,” William snapped, sarcasm filling his body and tone. His arms were shaking with anger, this was easily the worst thing Albert had ever done to him. Worse than the beatings in the academy, worse than the psychological experiments. At least those were equal and fun. “So, how does this work? Am I to be tortured?”

“No.”

“Just imprisoned until I declare my love for you?”

“Don’t be absurd,” Albert scoffed, William would never admit how much that one stung. It was expected, Albert insisted he didn’t have feelings… but still.

“I promise you I’m the most rational one in this situation.”

“It’s late, you should get some sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“I’m not a child, Albert.” William watched Albert close the door behind himself and approached William’s bed. “What… what are you doing?”

“I can’t leave you here alone,” Albert answered defensively as he got into the large kingsize bed. William snatched a pillow and placed it down on the floor. “Well that’s just childish.” Ignoring Albert, William got down onto the floor and turned away from him, he could fall asleep anywhere thankfully.

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Tim apprehending Anarky, not knowing he’s his classmate til he unmasks him

Fandom: DC Comics > Batman

Characters: Tim Drake, Anarky (Lonnie Machin)

Includes: pining, conflicted feelings, unrequited romantic feelings, teenage boys being teenage boys, ASPD!Lonnie, autistic Lonnie, autistic Tim

Tim knew he’d cornered the new masked renegade as he got closer, no one knew the streets of Gotham better than the Bat family. He felt a rush excitement fill his stomach. This was his first real arrest. Sure, he’d been apart of others before but it was always a team effort. This time, it was all him. He had Anarky dead to rights in an alley, Tim watched as his target looked around wildly. Tim tried not to think how the very new looking red bomber jacket with a white painted anarchy symbol on the front looked similar to something he’d seen at Jason’s place a few days before.

Tim gave Anarky a second to think he was safe, then jumped down from the fire escape, landing on his assailant. There was a moment of an ungraceful struggle between both of them - which Tim was glad no one was here to witness. There was a lot of grunting before he got a handcuff around Anarky’s wrist. Tim snapped the cuffs onto the railing of the fire escape and got to his feet. He triumphantly grabbed the bottom of Anarky’s mask, as soon as a horribly familiar face squinted and pulled away, turning to the ground and causing his strawberry hair to flop forward however… Tim knew he’d made a huge mistake.

Leonid Machin.

Lonnie.

Lonnie who had been best friends with Bern since they were toddlers. Lonnie who constantly bitched at Tim even though they sat with each other at lunch every day… Purely due to their shared caring of Bern. Lonnie who sat behind Tim in English. Lonnie who still had Tim’s DVD of Nekromantik, despite being leant it a week ago and Tim knew Lonnie knew how difficult it was to get hold of. Lonnie who had a moderately popular YouTube channel where he did videos about politics and history. The same guy who played Minecraft or Dead by Daylight with Tim most nights. Lonnie, the one who successfully protested the school because they wouldn’t let Bern use the boys toilets and changing rooms. Sure he was radical, but he was always more of a ‘go to every protest and sit in’ guy than a school-shooter type. Him. The guy with cute aquamarine eyes and those infuriating, tempting rosy pink lips that were always contorted into a scowl. That furrowed brow that always took everything so extremely personally.

Leonid. Machin.

Lonnie fucking Machin.

He was right there, scowling up at Tim from his place handcuffed to the fire escape.

“Robin? Did you get him?” Bruce’s crackling voice said in his ear. Tim cleared his throat as he returned to the role of Robin and pressed the call button.

“Not yet. Still in chase,” Tim answered quickly. When there was nothing but silence, he exhaled and his shoulders slumped downwards. Bruce would be furious, but that didn’t matter right now. Tim stared at his target, who was slumped on the wet stone in a coat that he was certain his own brother bought for him.

“Why did you lie?” Lonnie asked, his head tilted, Tim wondered if he knew who he was, he hoped not.

“I haven’t decided what to do with you yet,” Tim replied, trying to sound tougher than he was. Based on Lonnie’s raise eyebrows Tim suspected he’d failed.

“I think being tied to the fire escape is pretty definitive…”

“It was. It isn’t now.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means-” Tim exhaled, huffed and folded his arms, his red tunic was so supple, moulding to his movements. It felt… odd. “Tell me why you do. The whole thing. Why’d you go after Olivia and Michael Price?” Lonnie’s face was never emotional not even now, that didn’t feel good to Tim. That being said there were little tells in his face movements, his brow furrowed when he felt anything remotely energising like anger or joy. Now his face relaxed, and he stared into the middle distance. It wouldn’t be guilt exactly, maybe not even sadness but there wasn’t any joy. That was something.

“They- That wasn’t on purpose,” Lonnie eventually admitted. “I thought the factory would be empty. I don’t know what they were doing there.”

“Their dad works there.” Tim tensed and turned away a little, he was acting like they were talking at school. He was Robin now, they couldn’t do it. “We haven’t figured out why they were hanging around yet. Probably some stupid game. You know what the Price twins are like.”

“I know. How do you know?” Lonnie asked with raised eyebrows, his irises shifting slightly upwards as if he was thinking.

“Your dad. It was ACE chemicals, wasn’t it? I should have realised.” Tim bit his inner lip, it couldn’t be personal. He had to make sure nothing about this was.

“This isn’t for revenge.”

“Well-”

“I mean, obviously ACE chemicals needs to pay but it’s bigger than that.”

“Lonnie, come on,” Tim groaned in annoyance looking up at the sky. He hated how Lonnie was always so clueless about anything remotely emotional. Tim was too, but he seemed like a beacon of empathy comparatively.

“Tim. Shit.” Lonnie’s response caused Tim’s neck to snap back down, he hadn’t notice Lonnie had sat up straight, looking up at Tim with wide eyes, a lot of realisations hitting him.

“I- What are you-” Tim stammered, his eyes shifting as he tried to act confused.

“You didn’t know who I was,” Lonnie interrupted, his voice stronger and more familiar than before. “Right up until you took off my mask. Then you recognised me. Plus, calling me Lonnie. You didn’t- you didn’t have me as a suspect then I’d be Leonid, right?“ He paused and scowled. “Plus you said it in that irritating shitty way.”

“Oh my god- you know, now you’re making me want to tell the Bat to come get you,” Tim snapped, an empty threat, they both knew that.

“So why don’t you?” Lonnie pushed, Tim took a step back, he imagined having to tell Bern that Lonnie had been arrested. That he was Anarky. That he put two of their classmates into Gotham general - one in a coma, one in the ICU.

“Because- well, I don’t-”

“We’re not friends.” Lonnie’s interruption hurt, Tim knew Lonnie hated him, and that Tim’s maybe-liking-maybe-something-else wasn’t ever going to be reciprocated. Still, it stung. Tim’s arms fell to his side and he scowled, Lonnie maintained his hard gaze but there was a confusion behind it. Tim wondered if Lonnie knew he could read his face so well, when the teenage boy himself couldn’t even feel them.

“I’m well aware. But I mean, we’re like… Friends-in-law,” Tim mumbled sulkily, feeling infantile and being grateful Bruce hadn’t put his body cam on today.

“We’re like-” Lonnie frowned for a moment but then relaxed. “Okay. I do get that.”

“Yeah. Right?”

“Yeah. But I mean-”

“So you didn’t mean to kill anyone, right?” Tim interrupted hopefully, Lonnie shrugged.

“I- Well, I’m not sorry that-” He said in his academic, monotone way. Tim huffed and stamped one of his feet instinctively, how was Lonnie not getting this?

“You didn’t mean to kill anyone, right?” Tim emphasised again, so clearly that not even Lonnie could miss it.

“No.”

“Just burn down a shitty company to make a statement.”

“Yes. Definitely that.”

“So, I mean-” Tim paced up and down his chest heaving anxiously. “I mean if- if you- if you… Got away. And I didn’t see your face then- I mean- you know.”

“Why would you do that?” Lonnie asked, Tim let out a scared laugh, for a thousand reasons, few of which he wanted to voice.

“Because Bern likes you. And-" And what? Tim thought. What could he say? ‘And so do I. Every time we argue I feel a rush, a rush of debating with someone on my level of intelligence which I rate feel at all with anyone? And actually I’d like to kiss those sweet lips of yours, that cool?’ That would just ruin the barely there scraps of a relationship they had. “And I dunno. Just- run away. I’ll pick up the fall. I guess.” Tim couldn’t look at Lonnie, and Tim knew from experience that he’d be baffled by why Tim was upset. Which was fair. Not even Bern knew, who was so empathetic he sense upset before the emotion even occurred.

“You’re gonna have to uncuff me though,” Lonnie said after they were silent for a few seconds, making Tim jump.

“Oh! Right.” His cheeks burned red as he fumbled for his keys. His breath stopped as his fingers brushed Lonnie’s wrist as he unlocked the handcuffs. A shock of electricity for Tim, one that pulsed through his body. Nothing for Lonnie. He got to his feet, he was trying to smile. Tim saw his lips raise in something sort of resembling a grin. It didn’t meet his eyes, maybe some would find it unsettling. Not Tim. The way Lonnie’s body was relaxed showed some warmth to replace it.

“Thanks. Tim. You’re- you’re not- you know,” Lonnie shrugged.

“Yeah. I know.” Maybe that was enough, just to be… you know, Tim thought as Lonnie walked away. Suddenly he stopped and looked back at Tim over his shoulder.

“Just don’t tell Bern?” Lonnie called, Tim gave a small laugh.

“I won’t so long as you don’t, about… you know.” Tim gestured to his costume, Lonnie nodded and looked back. Tim enjoyed watching him leave so much he almost didn’t care what was waiting for him at home.

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Some yandere rogues of your choice headcanons!!

CWs: Yandere, obsessive, extreme abuse of all kinds, stalking, murder rape, bodily fluids of varying kinds, gaslighting, control

Characters: Harvey Dent, Harv Dent, the Joker, Victor Zsasz, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Harley Quinn, Jonathan Crane

Harvey Dent

Harvey’s yandere behaviour is much more aligned with being loving and wanting what’s best for his partner over anything else. However he definitely sees his partner as being his, but he sees that as him asserting control to protect them. Marrying his partner in his eyes tells him that he is making them legally his, and he can do as he likes with them.

Harvey fully controls his partner’s clothing, he disposes of anything he doesn’t approve of as when they’re out in public they’re representing him as well as themself. If it’s too revealing, too gaudy, or doesn’t meet his standards, he will remove it from his partner’s closet. He doesn’t want his partner to associate with anyone outside of his pre-approved list of friends, and he watches them constantly. Ideally they would work in his office, and when they are showering, brushing their teeth, using the toilet, he is watching them intensely. He decides everything for them, he controls their money, what they eat - he expects his partner to want to be the best they can be to please him and no other reason.

Harv Dent

Harv sees his partner in a very similar way, his partner is his possession, but Harv doesn’t do this lovingly. For him he sees his partner as a toy to play with at best, to fully torture half to death at worst. He considers the act of not killing them to be a form of love. He will keep them on collar and chain, dragging them around behind him like an animal, use them as furniture, force them to lick his feet clean, and fuck them whenever and however he sees fit. His partner is his property, and he is very, very possessive of his property.

Harv would and has: gouged out a partner’s eyes so that they cannot see anyone else, kept a partner constantly masked so no one can see their face but him, cut out a partner’s tongue for talking to someone unapproved by Harv, turned his partner into a limbless torso and kept them locked in his bedroom so no one knows they exist but him. He has been known to kill partners for allowing themselves to be perceived by others, he has also killed people for perceiving his partners. If any of them had an affair or was unfaithful, or what Harv sees as unfaithful, it would be significantly worse.

The Joker

The Joker isn’t exactly the kind who regularly gets into actual relationships, but that doesn’t stop him being extremely possessive of whoever he becomes fixated on. When he becomes obsessed with Harley Quinn he hounds her at her job constantly, repeatedly physically, emotionally, and sexually abusing her and insisting she’s his girlfriend. To the point where she’s regularly being called into her supervisor’s office for inappropriate behaviour. When Joker escapes Arkham Asylum and kidnaps Harley Quinn he makes sure that everyone thinks the narrative is that Harley Quinn fell in love with him and left voluntarily. It takes a long time for her to be able to get away from him, maybe she trauma bonds to him, maybe she doesn’t, maybe the intense long standing abuse is so vivid that she doesn’t even know herself.

When Joker becomes obsessed with Jason Todd, Joker instantly becomes his stalker. He sends him repeated letters written in blood and shit, sends him bottles of his own cum and piss, he takes photographs of him and laments about how meant to be they are. When Joker eventually hunts down and kills Jason Todd it’s because Joker wants to be the only person who sees who Jason truly is. He wants to see him at his weakest and most vulnerable, he wants to take that and make it so no one else will ever see him again.

Victor Zsasz

Victor isn’t the possessive type generally speaking, he shares partners pretty readily. There are only two exceptions to this rule: the ones he intends to kill, and Oswald. For the first kind, he will at first begin to cut off any potential partners they might have. He does this either through threats - usually not pretending to be an existing partner just making it clear what will happen if they do not leave said partner, or through charming the subject of his affection into leaving their current partner. He usually doesn’t care enough about them to actually maintain a long term relationship, it’s just when he’s taking their life he needs to know that they have no one in their life but him. Sometimes he’ll go as far as to isolate them from their friends and family, just so that when they realise what he’s going to do they know that they have no one in the world except for him.

When it comes to Oswald, Victor on the one hand knows Oswald is far too demisexual to sleep with anyone else. On the other hand if Oswald is paying too much attention to anyone who isn’t Victor he gets extremely jealous. The idea of Oswald being close friends with anyone makings Victor very clingy and have a strong desire to murder or torture the friend in question. If anyone did have sex with Oswald then Victor would almost certainly torture and kill them before cooking them to feed specifically to Oswald. Victor is Oswald’s and Oswald is his.

Oswald Cobblepot

Oswald is very obsessive over Victor, small ways this manifests is that Oswald insists Victor wears a purple leather collar at all times, and Oswald insists on choosing Victor’s clothes and dressing him. Oswald clings to Victor too tightly, and insists no one can do things such as feed him but Victor.

The only real rule is that Victor can only have sex with people if he kills then afterwards. That doesn’t always happen, but it generally keeps Oswald sated. Often however, if Oswald has seen Victor flirt with someone at the Iceberg (or Oswald thinks Victor has), then Oswald will be furious. To begin with he will simply throw a huge tantrum when Victor returns home. Oswald will throw things - smashing crockery and vases, he will shout and scream, whilst Victor sighs and just accepts it. Of course it’s all water off a ducks back, and Oswald knows deep down Victor is his. That is excluding the odd occasion where Oswald goes too far.

Sometimes Oswald will see that Victor has taken a liking to someone, usually a young woman, and Oswald knows instantly if Victor has or not (or so he thinks.) Even if Victor intends to kill her (which he usually will), if Oswald decides it has been done quickly enough - he may take the target in question and have them killed. This is something of a punishment, as he knows the lack of a tally mark will make Victor’s skin itch and cause him a lot of distress, like a more intense, aggressive version of being blue balled almost. It’s Oswald’s way of ensuring Victor knows who he belongs to.

Edward Nygma

Edward is more subtle in how his obsessive nature manifests out of fear that any attempts at companionship will be met with rejection. As such, he doesn’t make it massively obvious that he has a tracking device in every item that his partner owns. When the time is right he may also inject a physical tracking chip into your body and place one on your car. He needs to know where you are at all times, to begin with so that he can surprise you by ‘bumping into you’ at various places, as well as to learn your habits so that he can use this to win your affection. If he ever does go in further, not simply admiring you from afar, he will ensure that you aren’t spending any time with anyone who could be a threat to him.

If you do have another romantic companion, well, that will be a problem to be solved further down the line. The issue often is that when said romantic companion turns up dead with a riddle inside their mutilated body… often it becomes instantly clear just who the killer is. Unfortunately that will often result in Ed having to kill his love interest, as much as he does not want to it’s simply a matter of self preservation.

Harley Quinn

Harley isn’t simply obsessive over her romantic partners, but rather she is as much over everyone in her life. If you’re important to her she knows your medical report backwards and will ask you intense questions about any changes that may have occurred. She will take samples of your blood after you coincidentally fell asleep at her house, and run tests just to check on you. She also takes strands of your hair for the same reason. She’ll slip in pills into your drinks to keep you a little disorientated so that she can help you remember things or steady you on your feet. As she’s this caring and attentive to every one of her friends no one is really suspicious. The ones who are don’t last very long.

When it comes to her romantic partners she doesn’t like them to be involved in any sorts of relationships with anyone but her. She likes to keep them very close, insisting that they don’t try to escape her, and ensuring that they don’t ever say no to or fight her. With her friends, she treats them more like dolls who behave the way she wants them to rather than people. With her family… Well, they were too determined to have a life outside of Harley so she had to kill them.

Jonathan “Jonny” Crane

Jonny Crane generally doesn’t enter in relationships with the subjects of his obsessions, no. For those who catch his eye he takes them in as experiments, because anyone who has given him such pause, anyone who seems to appealing… There must be something unique about them and Jonny is determined to find out what that is. In his private lab he has a series of patients, all ordered by how treasured they are, the least favoured share a room. They are the guinea pigs for any toxins Jonny is working on and there is a high turnover. They are restrained to their beds and cared for by nurses Jonny pays handsomely for their trouble. He doesn’t see them outside of experiments and most don’t even know what he looks like underneath his mask. They’re kept naked, collared, muzzled, masked, and Jonny doesn’t even remember their names,

The ones in the middle get weekly visits and experiments from Jonny. However, the good drugs haven’t been wasted on them. They get affection - hair strokes, hugs, kisses, and sex - but Jonny doesn’t care if they scream, scratch, kick, and otherwise resist him. He’ll give them a sedative if they’re difficult, and these are the ones who have the most sadistic experiments placed on them. He likes them enough to spend time with them outside of tests, he does not like them enough to give them any sense of enjoyment. They get to wear clothes, but are collared and muzzled. They have shackles around their ankles and wear chains so they have some movement but not massive amounts.

Whether Jonny’s favourite patients receive the best treatment or not depends on your point of view. They are spoiled, with their own rooms, presents, comforts, fed lavish meals, and such. However, they’re the ones he works hardest to brainwash, so that they interpret any punishments, tortures, or mentally destructive tests as forms of affection. These are the ones he’ll be the most loving to, cuddling them and whispering sweet things, but if they don’t receive regular tests they start to feel rejected and get upset. They get to wear beautiful clothes as well as their collars and have a lot more freedom of movement than the others.

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Nemesis + David

Rating: Mature (horror)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight x Resident Evil

Characters: David King, Albert Wesker, Nemesis

Content: Resident Evil AU David King, David works for UBCS

Summary: When Wesker requires someone to manage security for Nemesis T-Type, David King is the obvious choice. Yes this is heavy on David, yes I added Wesker, but Nemesis is there. And important. I swear.

“You,” a voice barked at the UBCS group, they all jumped instinctively as every single one of them recognised: Albert Wesker. It soon became clear who he was staring at, David felt the relief from his squad as everyone stepped back except for him, a feeling shared by him. His instant worry was for the new lads in his squad, he’d have jumped in the pit of despair that was Albert Wesker to protect them if it had been. He flexed his fingers nervously as he stepped forward and stood to attention. “Everyone else. Back to what you were doing,” Wesker added over David’s shoulder, the soldiers scurried away, except for one lone recruit who stood for a moment before he slowly left. Carlos, you’re a good lad but bugger off, David thought fondly, repressing a small smile.

“Can I help you, Sir?” David asked, his voice curt but even. He’d been trained since childhood to be polite to men he despised.

“I’m told you had the highest result in fitness exam,” Wesker declared, a curl to his lips and a disdain in his voice. David felt as if he was an ant being spoken to by a sadistic child with a magnifying glass. Wesker might have been taller - and if the rumours were correct artificially strong - but David knew if he punched Wesker in the jaw and knocked his sunglasses to the ground he could take advantage of the situation easily. That being said, right now all he could do was submit.

“That’s what I’m told, Sir.” David swallowed, he didn’t like this.

“You’re English,” Wesker pressed, which threw David a little. It seems this is a ‘state the obvious’ competition, he thought.

“Yes, Sir.” David paused, Wesker stared expectantly. “Manchester. Specifically.” David could vaguely see a vague outline of Wesker’s eyes through his sunglasses - trick he picked up from dodging the security his parents kept on his childhood home. He saw Wesker look at David’s identification for a second and smirk.

“Ah, you’re one of the famous Manchester Kings.” Wesker’s face was far too difficult to read to figure out if he meant that as a positive or negative.

“Not many people this side of the Atlantic know us.” A safe answer? David wondered, nothing felt safe around this arsehole, he thought.

“I’m from Oxford.” Of course you are, David thought. “My Father, I suppose, played rugby with Howard King.” Such a comment from Wesker made David’s spine straighten, he’d not heard that name in a while. He swallowed and flexed his fingers, faster than before.

“That’s my dad,” David mumbled, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

“Is that so? Hm.” If Wesker already knew that then he hid it well. “And how did you end up here?”

“Preferred using my fists to running the family business.”

“Ah, I see.” Wesker stopped and had an odd look on his face that David couldn’t read. “I have a job for you.”

“Erm, I’m supposed to be training the new lad-” David cleared his throat. “-the rookie.”

“Someone else will do it, this is far more important. Come with me.” Wesker didn’t wait for an answer, and simply turned, gesturing for David to follow. Which meant he could scowl and roll his eyes at Wesker’s elitism.

“Yes, Sir.” David looked back over his shoulder towards his team who’d mostly scattered to talk amongst themselves. Carlos was stood chatting and seemed fine, David didn’t like leaving him but it couldn’t he helped. He followed Wesker, even though he felt the familiar tense nausea in his gut. It almost felt as if the contents of his stomach would run even if David wouldn’t.

Wesker didn’t even look back to ensure David was following him nor did he bother to make conversation as they went through a door that required an identification far above David’s… something which made him feel uneasy in itself. The lack of official protocol being taken here made him wonder who authorised this. Eventually after they walked down several steel staircases in white halls that looked the same they reached another “authorised personnel only” door.

When entering David instantly knew he was looking at an observation room from his stints as a security guard. It was dark with a few seats and a desk all pointed at a sheet of glass, when his gaze reached the window however David’s joints became stiff as if ice had fused them together. An old boxing injury in his left shoulder stung, his hands turned into fist instinctively although he knew fighting wouldn’t get him out of this scenario. Or maybe it would. That was the worst part, he had no idea what he was looking at. He stared into the white room beyond the glass at the creature pacing back and forth, David’s eyes followed it as his chest heaved up and down.

The creature’s head brushed up against the high ceiling making him well over ten foot tall by David’s estimation, his body looked like an entire rugby team blended together. Its skin was mottled and rotten, but not rotten at all. It was clean, and healthy, as far as David could tell but it looked like the creature’s body was made up of leather from a human being. One that had been dead awhile then tanned. Suddenly it stopped pacing, turned to David, looked him up and down, then kept going. That is what horrified him most of all, the knowledge that this thing had perceived him. It decided David was worth ignoring for now but what if that changed.

“What… is that?” He eventually asked, being too anxious to hide his shaking voice.

“That is Nemesis-T type, a surgical implantation of NE-α Type into a T-103 body.” Wesker sounded proud, his voice smooth and a cruel smile on his lips.

“I’ll take your word for it,” David grunted.

“Ah yes.” Wesker clicked his tongue, was he disappointed? “I had hoped your parents would have afford you a proper education but sadly not.” Had David not been so anxious he’d have ignored the comment that had been dripping with snark and an elitist, classism he did not miss about England. David turned to Wesker and stared directly into his face as David retorted:

“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.” Wesker stated at him, his lips parted as he stepped backwards, before he could respond David continued. “Oscar Wilde. He wrote it in A Few Maxims for the Instruction of the Over-Educated, for the Saturday review in 1894… I would have thought you’d have got a better education down in Oxford.”

“I- You-” Wesker scoffed and folded his arms, his unreadable face had the slightest frown. David repressed a chuckle and a smug smile. “Anyway, more to the point: you are going to be leading the team that guards my creation.”

“I- You what?” David spluttered, far more casually than he normally would. “Why does that thing need guarding?”

“It doesn’t.” Wesker scowled, clearly disliking the flippant language. “This room does. The work inside it does. When that ‘thing’ is transferred to different buildings it does.”

“Right.”

“You won’t be needed constantly, especially not when you have your team put together, but you will be on call.” Wesker sounded slight cheered up, David had no doubt that it was his own repulsion and fear that did it. “Remember I do outrank your superior officer, King.”

“Yes. Of course. Sir.” David stood to attention as he said it, which seemed to cause Wesker to be soothed somewhat. Although, David expected he’d have a summons for a disciplinary waiting for him when he got back to his bunk. Wesker didn’t respond for a moment, staring at David whose eyes kept flickering to Nemesis-T Type likely had a tinge of green in his complexion as he thought he was about to vomit.

“Good. Since I’m a generous man and I can see how much my work disturbs you for now, go back to your men, when your team is put together, you will be summoned.” Wesker chuckled to himself as David’s shoulders relaxed and he exhaled, an unintentional reaction but the fear building up in his chest needed to get out somehow.

“Yes, Sir,” he said, darting for the door before he’d finished speaking. His mind raced with ideas of how he could avoid ever seeing that thing again.