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something i wrote inspired by @moonflwer-gutz's insanity (positive) over a short story called "The Yellow Wall-Paper" by Charlotte Perkins Stetson. my friends want me to make an au out of this, and if i do it will NOT be titled the same thing as the title of the story i linked here.
buuuut i hoe you guys enjoy!!!! i spent 3 hours on it when i didnt mean to so i rly hope you guys like it </////3
quick trigger warning for paranoia inducing content, self harm(???), bit of blood, and a LOT of manipulation and gaslighting. read at your own risk
Could you write something for Diavolo being cruel towards someone he wants to be his. I don't mean like hurting them or anything I mean doing something like using Doppio to lure them into a false sense of comfort and trust, while the S/O falls head over heels for Doppio.
Hello there, dear! Ok, I tried, and I hope the scenario it’s fine! I used the anime scheme for his eyes, since I find them really cute. And I already apologize for the last sentence, I couldn’t restrain myself, lol
Diavolo using Doppio to lure a s/o into a false sense of comfort and trust, s/o falls head over heels for Doppio but Diavolo wants them to be his
(Under the cut for possible manipulation trigger!)
Diavolo noticed you, your beauty and your smartness way before anyone else: he was observant, he was always aware of people around him and his sweet Doppio. You stood out among civils and even his subordinates: you always knew how to get by in every situation, he saw it while Doppio was distracted by something else, such as a frog or a bug. He studied you from afar, your habits, your times, how you interacted with your friends; he observed the way you walked and the way you talked, finding them beautiful.
He knew he had to have you. You’d have been his most precious trophy, even more than his long past crush, Donatella, or his Squadra Speciale: he wanted you to stay safe by his side, to show you off to everyone, as proof of his power. Not everyone could have had such a special person at their side and he surely wasn’t a common person. He wanted just the best, he wanted to be surrounded by beauty and glory: you surely would have brought to him both beauty and glory, you would have been the envy of everyone. And he’d have basked in his self-glory with a smug smile, watching with satisfaction as everyone else would have watched at you from afar, without coming near or having you. Because you would have been just his.
However, he couldn’t approach you with his real appearance: he would have scared you away. He needed someone reassuring, someone that you would have found adorable, someone that would have gained your trust… he needed Doppio.
His sweet Doppio was cute and his goofiness was adorable, always hearing others’ opinions. Yes, he wasn’t a charmer, but he was reassuring and he didn’t instill fear and danger like himself did: he seemed innocent and harmless, most of the time. Sure, he should have been careful not to call him when he was near them or his little phone scene might have scared them away, but he would have found a way. He always did.
So, he finally took his final decision. Doppio, who was quietly reading on a bench, froze for a second, before emitting a high-pitched “turuturuturuturu!” and putting the book on his ear. His left eye rolled like a billiard ball for a second and, when it stopped, it was a vibrant green and not the usual sweet hazelnut.
“Pronto? Boss?” he murmured, watching around, careful. His green eye flinched again, before Diavolo’s voice responded to his other half.
“Doppio, my Doppio… I have a mission for you.” Doppio’s back straightened up and he frowned, focused, as always, when Boss had a mission for him. “Now, turn around slowly. Do you see that person on the bench?” Doppio nodded slightly, observing from afar you sitting on a bench and checking your phone.
“I want you to become their friend. They have to notice you and you have to be at your best for them. Act normal, with them: they have to trust you. Is it all clear, Doppio?” Doppio nodded, watching you, gulping. Becoming friend… well, those were Boss’ orders. He would have completed the mission, in a way or another. If Boss wanted him to do so, so be it.
“I understood, Boss. I’ll do my best.” he murmured, while the left corner of his lips lifted in a sly smile.
“I’m sure you’ll do. Now, let’s get started, Doppio.” the left eye rolled again and set on a sweet hazelnut color. Doppio took a deep breath and frowned, watching the book, confused. What was he doing? And his head hurt so much… but he had to do something, he remembered. The Boss told him to do something… but what?
He stood up, still fidgeting with the book and watching around. What did he have to do, what…? And his migraine was getting worse, why did his head hurt so much?!
“Ehi, are you feeling good?” Doppio’s head snapped up, hearing an unknown voice. His big eyes met yours and your curious expression.
“It seemed like you weren’t feeling good. It’s the head? I have some meds for migraine, if you need.” you said, while Doppio watched you in amazement. Why were you so kind…? He was used to people mocking him for his weirdness and softness!
“O-oh, yes, some meds would be useful, thank you…?” he left the sentence open and you smiled, while handing him the meds.
“Y/N. I’ve seen you often around, in the last period! This is a really nice place to come to read, don’t you think?” you asked, while Doppio took the pill with a sigh, hoping that the migrain would pass soon. He nodded, handing back the meds with a murmured thanks, before smiling a little.
“It really is! Do you come here often?” he asked, curious, cocking his head to a side. You smiled again, softened by the young man’s behaviour. It was so cute… and you had seen him around: he was a gentle soul, but he never talked to you or noticed you.
You nodded, sitting near him and then you started to talk about the books you’ve read, about animals -and you found out that Vinegar Doppio, this was his name, was really fond of cute little animals such as frogs- and then hours passed. He bid you goodbye with a goofy smile and you waved back, content. He was really a nice guy, Vinegar Doppio…
You couldn’t notice how his left eye flinched into a bright green for a fraction of a second, sign that Diavolo was studying everything, every second. Doppio hummed to himself, while the left corner of his lips lift in another smile.
It was all going as it should.
And so, Doppio felt obliged to go to that park every day, at the same hour, feeling like the Boss would have appreciated it. And he wasn’t wrong: every day your liking for Doppio grew more and more. He was so cute! He was a bit forgetful and his frequent migraines worried you a bit, but he said it was normal and he had suffered of it since childhood, so he was used to it by now.
You appreciated his love for every form of life, from bugs to frogs to other animals; he was naturally kind and this kindness was often mistaken for idiocy. People who didn’t know him often thought that he was a coward and a ratherly stupid young man, but you knew better: you saw the softness in his eyes, his sincere desire not to be involved in conflicts, to live a peaceful life. You really loved to pass your free time with him, even if he had some weird habits. Sometimes he just froze for few seconds, his eyes widen. His lips trembled, as he was speaking to someone; after few seconds, however, he blinked and went back to talk to you like nothing was happened. Sometimes he grabbed random objects or animals -you would never forget when he grabbed a frog- and put them to his ear, as to listen to something inside of them. He always apologized, after those facts, but never explained the reason behind them.
You learned that Doppio didn’t love too much to talk about certain things, such as his habits, and you didn’t pry: it was harmless, all in all, and it didn’t stop you from liking him. And, well, the adorable smile he gave you and how his freckled cheeks flushed when he was happy and was laughing compensated for every strange habit he could have had.
You finally understood you were falling for him when you found yourself staring at his lips so much that you missed the sudden and quick change in his eyes, how his left one passed from brown to green, how, sometimes, they rolled back, like they were not completely controlled by Doppio.
Diavolo noticed how you behaved with Doppio: your eyes filled with adoration, those affectionate gestures, how you followed everything he said, everything he did.
He saw how you, now, utterly entrusted Doppio with your life, how you thought that he could never harm you or lead you on a dark path.
How innocent you were…
When Diavolo was finally satisfied with the amount of trust you felt for Doppio, he called him again. Doppio was at home, cooking dinner and humming happily, after a whole afternoon spent with you, when he froze on spot.
“Turuturuturuturu!” he cried, his eyes completely blown out, before watching around. A phone was ringing! It was the Boss!
“Turuturuturu!!” he repeated, finally grabbing a tomato and bringing it to his ear. His left eye was already green.
“Pronto, Boss?”
“Doppio, sweet Doppio… you did a really good job with our little friend. I think they’re ready to meet me, now.” Diavolo said, while Doppio was literally beaming with joy at the Boss’ praise.
“T-thank you, Boss! When are you going to meet them?” he asked, almost bouncing on place. The left corner of his lips rose in a grin, as the green eye flinched like crazy.
“Tomorrow. You’ll take them to me, my sweet Doppio. I’ll wait for them here, in your house. Meet up with them as usual and then take them to me. They’re ready to enter my court.” Doppio smiled, hearing Diavolo’s words, and frantically nodded.
“Ok, Boss, I’ll do it! I’ll take them here, tomorrow!” he promised, as always so eager to please his Boss. Diavolo grinned and it showed in Doppio’s mouth, for half bent in a feral grin.
“Good, Doppio. I’ll patiently wait.” he said, before Doppio’s eyes rolled again, going back to their normal state. The young man watched the tomato, confused, before shrugging his shoulders and going back to the dinner.
Diavolo quietly observed his other half going on with his life, mulling about you and how you have followed Doppio even to hell and back. He was sure you would have followed him even when he, Diavolo, would have revealed himself from Doppio.
Doppio’s eye flinched to green for an instant, and, without Doppio even noticed, a wide grin graced his lips. Oh, you were so near to become his, his trophy, his beautiful doll.
You were so near to finally be part of the court of the Crimson King.
when does William and Henry's relationship start going downhill?
trust me, it's been going down since they met /hj
but if i were to pick when henry started really distrusting william and when the toxicity of the relationship was finally clicking in henry's head, it would be 1986
what happened in '86? well, some random guys from another state was interested in buying into the franchise, most likely as sponsors or something. because william is actually now very protective of the company, he decided "instead of politely declining them, i'm going to kill them because i can :]". then he shows henry their bodies like a maniac.
right then and there, william fesses up to everything: the missing children, charlie, his plan to weaponize the funtimes, rebuilding michael into a robot body to further manipulate him into joining the murder "business" with him, killing random people for the sole purpose of collecting remnant, just everything. and of course, henry is forced to keep everything secret in fear of someone else going missing. he'll just end up blaming himself like elizabeth blamed herself for charlie's death.
henry does get the courage to talk to william about it the next day, unsure of if he should call the police about it. unfortunately, william just plays it off as "what do you mean? we declined their offer and they went on their way! what's gotten into you?" henry gets reasonably angry and actually tells william he's going to get the police involved until william decides that "so you don't trust me? do you not love me anymore? fine, i'll leave."
and he leaves. he just walks right out the door, leaving henry with his own intrusive thoughts. usually when william did this, it was usually for a few hours or sometimes he'd ignore him for days. but this time, days passed, then weeks, then months, then 3 whole years. it was hell for henry to live without him for that long. he started questioning their entire relationship and if william only used him to fill his ego/god complex. he was even thinking that william was seeing someone else behind his back (he kind of already was since the 70s though so he was kinda right about that). it just mae him angry and disappointed in himself and blamed himself for everything. he even convinced himself that he was the one who murdered the kids for "letting them die". deep down he knew it wasn't true, but he convinced himself to believe that in hopes that it would maybe bring william back to him...
Ok so!!! I was thinking more about your ocs and!! I think I wanna learn some more about Ryan!!! He’s a really important guy it seems on this part of your au so I was wondering how he ended up entangled in this whole cult thing, since you said he’s essentially a founder? :^0
more ramble time :)c ty baby u3u
SO i need to go back to when ryan was in high school; he was kind of a nervous guy but he was actually rly sweet. he did idolize william a lot bc he was p neglected by his parents and he wanted some sort of mentor in his life, and that's kinda how they got to know each other.
ryan and william actually were college roomies and william absolutely hated ryan bc he was always so clingy. he even threatened physical violence when he got too pissed at him. ryan rly tried his best to back off but he has the fear that if he doesnt initiate in a conversation first ppl wont talk to him (aha projection), so he was in a dilema.
william then just kinda dealt w him and overtime they grew kinda close AHEMwilliamcaughtfeelingsforhimAHEM. william confessed his feelings in the weirdest yet homosexual way possible by letting ryan sit on his lap and kissing him dfvgbhn (i have a fanfic on that actually but i need to remake it so im not linking it lmao /lh). and ryan fucking loved it.
but then came the manipulation from william. william realized he could hold so much power over ryan bc ryan would do anything william wanted. the sweet, innocent, high school ryan turned into a sad, poor, unstable sex worker, but then turned into a remnant-junkie serial killer (partnering with william most of the time) even adopting some manipulation techniques from william.
the cult thing kinda came from william having a huge ego and god complex that he started using a bit of religious talk to manipulate people. ryan 100% bought into it and actually started seeing william as a god. ryan dubbed him "the true god" and he then started worshipping him like one. then, ryan wanted to spread this idea that william was god around town. and hence, the "church of truth", or the cult/disciples of william afton was created.
Oh! not sure if asks are open BUT HC'S for Diavolo taking interest in a female S/O (is that the right term?) but more in terms of having her than loving her.
Ehi there! Even if it wasn’t my cup of tea, I agree that Diavolo wouldn’t be the type to be all cuddle and lovey-dovey, so I hope that these headcanons are decent!
Diavolo taking interest in a s/o more in terms of having her than loving her
(Under the cut for possible manipulation triggers)
Diavolo was never a person who did something not to gain something back. It can be said that he’s a sort of collector: his élite protection team is formed by the most powerful and dangerous elements in all Passione. He wants just the best for himself.
So, when he sees s/o, he immediately wants to have her in his collection. She’s beautiful, charming, smart: she’d be his finest piece. Soon the need to have her becomes too overwhelming to be contained: he has to act and to do it as soon as possible.
Diavolo is one who wants all his subordinates to be blindly loyal to him -that’s why la Squadra di Esecuzione, and especially Risotto, was always left apart: even if its members were so powerful to rival his protection team, they never were totally loyal to him-, so his first goal is to make her completely loyal and dependent on him.
He knows he has charme and he uses it all to lure her into a sense of safeness and belonging when she’s with him. He’s like a virus, slowly infecting her and pulling her apart from her family and friends, manipulating her into placing her trust only in him -and, even if not as much as in him- in Doppio.
The more time passes, the more she’s dependent on Diavolo: he becomes her everything and she’d do everything for him. He takes great pride in showing her off, as a wonderful masterpiece, but does he loves her? No. She’s like his protection squad: little more than an object, absolutely expendable and, when no more useful, she’d be thrown aside.
