Can I please request a yandere scenario with who's who, katakuri, and king where the readers little sister/brother keeps trying to rescue them
🦉Who’s-who🦉
Word Count: 265
He watched from the safety of the shadows as your brother tried to rescue you again, he was doing everything his power to get to you. Asking people around, he had made the foolish mistake of asking the man that had stolen his sibling why they slept. He looked at the worn out picture faded with age and use.
You looked younger in the picture happier; he watched the desperate plea in your brother’s eyes. He was also in the picture, younger, happier, healthier. Now the boy was looking well-worn face. He looked older than he should for his age, his clothes torn and worn out, and his shoes almost gone from the amount of miles he walked in them.
Who’s-who pulled out is cigarette from his lips and blew at the young’s man face, “Never saw them before,” He lied watching the young boy cough. He was shopping for you, went searching for you book as a reward and was heading home.
“Please,” the boy said between coughs, “They are my sibling, I miss them,” tears were running down his cheek.
Who’s-who sighed again annoyed he had to remove that bit of hope. He blew another puff a of smoke at the young man’s face before hitting his solar plexus knocking the wind out your brother, “Give up searching for them,” he said, “or risk ending up dying,” He kicked the young man on the head who was on his knees trying to gasp for breath.
Who’s-who smirked he wasn’t going to give you up. You were his and the boy had to know.
🍩Katakuri🍩
Word Count: 259
She was close to you, she had been searching for her older sibling for a long time, being a stow away in pirate ships or asking the marines to take you to the next island. The vivre card kept pointing at her in the right direction, did she finally hit a strange island.
There was an eerie feeling in the air she wandered around looking for her sibling asking pictures and about her sibling. They smiled, a few people didn’t know but a few people knew who her sibling was and pointed her the direction of a castle but with a vague warning to run not get near the castle and leave everything be.
She could only frown, she was going to save her sibling. She glanced at the vivre card would burn or go close to going out before jumping back to normal like nothing had happened. She frowned walking towards the castle unaware someone had been watching her. She felt boney arms reach around her ankle before she found herself in this weird world surrounded by mirrors and you standing there.
You glared at her, “Leave now,” you said glaring. You followed your comment with harsh words before you ran to attack. She didn’t notice your tears, as she dodged your attack before the same hands wrapped around her throwing her out.
She watched your tears and a strange man wrapping his arms around you pushing you close. She was unaware that you gave up your life, you would be Katakuri’s prisoner in exchange for her life.
👑King👑
Word Count: 300
He held your brother in the dungeon, King walked around him and scoffed at the bravery of your brother. You were chained near the wall there to watch, he wanted you see what happened if you dare decided to run away, there was no where safe for you to run. Anybody that dare help you would be tortured.
You watched helplessly trying your best to save your brother. You had only a bit of hope when you saw brother for the first time after years of not seeing him. He was in the middle of picking the lock from the chain around your ankle before he was knocked out sliding across the floor. King grabbed you his eyes staring down at you, you knew you messed up, knew you were in trouble but your brother had nothing to do with this. You had to beg King not to hurt your brother, but your words were in vain.
He dragged you down the hall, with your brother down to dungeon. You could only whimper feeling helpless as he took a seat next to you petting your hair as he waited for your brother to wake up.
“Your mine,” he said, “All mine,” he brushed his fingers through your hair. When your brother woke up. He began torturing your brother. You had to close your eyes begging King to let him go before he walked to you covered in your brother’s blood, “You are mine,” he said. He kissed your lips; he found something oddly satisfaction seeing your ridden face. How much control he had for you.
He began walking away, dragging your brother’s limp body away . He didn’t kill him, but this was a warning. You couldn’t hide anywhere and if you did he would kill all those you love.
