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Never the one he wants, right..?

Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Fem!Player!Reader

A/N: This will be a short series divided into "days." Here's the epilogue, starting with Day 0. Day 0 is meant to be the story of how the main story comes about, the triggers, etc. I hope you like it :>

CW: Suffering, Depression, suicidal thoughts, deep grief, Reader is at her lowest point, cheating, marriage, mentions of childbirth, forbidden love

PS: If you are uncomfortable with the topics mentioned, please do not read this; take care of yourself and your health. Here is a resource if you need help.

Day 0 | Day 1

Love immortalized in the stars

Tears, so many tears in which she could have drowned. "I'm happy for you." Fake joy spread across her face. That was what she could remember when the young Prince Fae asked her how she felt when she learned that her best friend was marrying the man she loved, the father of the boy in front of her. The boy had the same eyes and the same elegant features as his father, and every day he reminded her that his father was something she would never be able to give him: his love. She was the nanny of the young prince, who saw her almost as his own mother. She put him to bed, cared for him when he was sick, and read him bedtime stories. But something she couldn't give him was maternal love; that was never her destiny. "You know, my prince," she began thoughtfully, "I was so happy for your mother," she lied. "Really? But your eyes look so sad!" Nothing escaped the little boy when it came to his nanny. Only the grief had persisted all these years. The young woman remembered vividly what she had gone through.

Lilia was the first to see it: the body of a young woman hanging from the tree, swinging slowly back and forth. The rope tied around her neck, knotted to the branch at the other end, made the branch creak. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the scene before him. "(Name)?" he barely managed to say. Long-gone tears still clung to her cheeks, and...blood. Blood slowly trickled down her neck, where the rope had cut into the flesh, glistening in the moonlight. Lilia acted swiftly, pulling her from the life-threatening situation. Her breathing was almost imperceptible as he healed her. In his years, he hadn't experienced such fear, but his pulse slowed as her breathing became more even. He knew what it was and why she had done it. He had watched as her joy had slowly faded from her eyes since that day, and it worried him to see her like this. He had admired how she was so enthusiastic about the world she had suddenly found herself in and how she had made so many new friends, even outside of it. Everything had been so wonderful until her best friend, delivered the news that she was getting married to Malleus Draconia. She had witnessed Malleus's overblood attack and rescued him. The two of them had been so close. Their connection was perfect; they were meant for each other. Malleus had tried to fight the arranged marriage, but there was no way around it, no escape. And so Lilia had to watch her crumble under the weight of it, consumed by eternal grief.

Malleus watched her, the woman who held his heart in her hands. He carefully observed her every move, and when he was with his fiancée, he sent Lilia, Silver, or Sebek to watch her. Malleus had to watch as her heart shattered into pieces, pieces that couldn't be repaired...or could they? In moments when they were completely alone, when his fiancée couldn't walk in at any moment, other students couldn't see them, or teachers couldn't catch them, he gently kissed away her tears, his lips carefully touching her skin, afraid that the moment he touched her, she would break in his hands. Her hands clung to the fabric of his uniform, her tears hot and full of despair. "Please don't leave me alone," she whimpered softly. Malleus broke at the sight, her body trembling with grief, and as she felt his lips on hers, a gentle sleep slowly settled over her. Before she drifted into the land of dreams where everything was alright, she clearly heard Malleus's words: "I will always love you, no matter what comes between us. Our love will be immortalized in the stars." Malleus pulled her body back into bed in the Ramshakle. The spell would last until the next morning, in the hope that the dreams it bestowed upon her would soothe her.

From that day on, she noticed the growing distance between herself, Malleus, and her best friend. Grim was already worried when he saw her: dark circles under her eyes, thinning, and attending classes less frequently. The teachers practically had to force her to come or send other students. She was at the end of her rope, and when the wedding day arrived, she completely broke inside. He didn't even look at her; his eyes were fixed on the woman in the wedding dress, a worthy bride for Malleus Draconia. It seemed as if her former best friend had become a tyrant. She allowed her to work as a maid and as the future nanny to Malleus's heir. She had to attend to the young queen's pregnancy and help raise the young prince. And yet, something was about to change. As she cradled the young prince in his sleep, an arm wrapped around her waist, and soft lips brushed her neck as he inhaled her scent—Malleus. "Our love will be immortalized in the stars," he murmured softly into the back of her neck, and when she looked out the window, a new constellation in the shape of a heart appeared in the night sky. As she turned to face him, he had vanished. With a soft sigh, she tucked the sleeping prince into bed, but she felt the kiss until the next morning. Such visits became more frequent; it was like a forbidden fruit they both desired. What she didn't see beneath all the sorrow was the hatred Malleus felt for his wife.

Malleus hated her so much. Why did someone so deceitful have to be his wife and the mother of his son? His wife knew that (Name) belonged to him; she feigned friendship only to get close to him, and ultimately, to be able to marry him. He felt only resentment. And when he saw (Name)? His heart filled with pain. He wanted her; he always imagined her when he was intimate with his wife. He imagined how she would sound, how her body would bring his child into the world, how she would give the child maternal love. All she needed to do was hold his son, and it cost him everything he had to resist ensnaring her and fathering another child. And his longing for her wound deep within his soul; after all, it was one of his instincts as a dragon to possess what he desired most. And he showed it without others suspecting: jewels from his private chamber appeared on her table, flowers in her favorite colors were brought to her, and sadly, for leisure time. When Malleus saw her in a dress he had bought for her, combined with one or more pieces of jewelry that belonged to him, it was his grin that showed that you belonged to him. You just didn't seem to notice, but that was okay. Soon he would show you how much he loved you. No matter what came between you, your love would always remain the best.

"Na na!" The young prince's voice, calling her nickname, snapped her out of her thoughts. She smiled gently, a warm and genuine smile that, despite the circumstances, was meant only for him. She knelt down and lifted him into her arms. "It's okay to be sad, you know? Tears are proof that you can still feel." The young prince chuckled softly, but when he saw the tears rolling down her cheeks, he gently pressed his cheek against hers, careful not to poke her with his horns. "I love you, I wish you were my mommy," he whispered. His words touched her heart so deeply that she sat with him in her arms in front of the warm fireplace, weeping softly as the young prince, still in her arms, gazed toward the door.

Malleus stood in the doorway, a smile on his lips as he approached. A kiss on her lips and a gentle touch on her cheek, and she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Malleus had his son beside him as he carried her body to a bedroom, a room just for her, a room where he could love her as he wished. "Will Mommy be all right?" asked the young prince, walking beside his father. "Of course, she's having a very pleasant dream now."

-Peachyprophet

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Fallen Dreamer

Lucifer x Fallen Angel!Fem!Reader

A/N: This is the second part of the Fallen Dreamer series, and this part also features the Vees! This part takes place during the battle against the Exorcists and Adam, and also afterward (last episode of season 1 and first episode of season 2) + rivalry between the Vees and Lucifer???

CW: Sexualized language, violent content, Reader is sexualized by Val, possessive Lucifer, Valentino.

Summary: The battle reaches its climax when Adam is killed by Nifty. No one knew that you and Adam shared a history, so it was Lucifer's job to help you cope with your grief. During this time, you isolated yourself in his castle, which he had given you as a refuge. Unfortunately, the Vees also noticed this. And you are the key to bringing the three of them to Heaven.

CW: Sexualized language, violent content, Reader is sexualized by Val, possessive Lucifer, Valentino.

Summary: The battle reaches its climax when Adam is killed by Nifty. No one knew that you and Adam shared a history, so it was Lucifer's job to help you cope with your grief. During this time, you isolated yourself in his castle, which he had given you as a place of refuge. Unfortunately, the Vees also noticed this. And you are the key to bringing the three of them to Heaven.

The days passed, and the day of extermination drew nearer. She, too, had helped Charlie and the others defend themselves against the angels. And when the day came, the portal opened—the portal she knew, and she knew the leader of this army all too well: the first man, Adam.

Adam was the one who pulled you from your heartbreak when Lucifer chose Lilith, and you were the one who eased his heartbreak when Eve surrendered to Lucifer. This led to a strong friendship. Adam listened to you and your dreams, and you listened to his songs, some of which he even addressed to you. Until he became the leader of the exorcists, and the time with you dwindled. She had to pull herself together not to cling to these memories, especially since Lute was someone she could call her best friend.

And when these two saw her with the Morningstars, a feeling of envy washed over her. The girl who had been so close to them was now trapped in hell, through her dreams. When Adam broke through the shield, he was the first to fly to her after defeating Alisto and lifting her into his arms. "My dreamer, be careful around Lucifer, don't forget what he did to you." "Your dreams were always so beautiful to listen to, I will miss them." But before Adam could kill her, Lucifer was faster. He realized how paralyzed she was by Adam's words, and the only place she was safe was his palace, so he made her disappear. She watched the fight through a hologram. When Adam died, tears streamed down her cheeks. She knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had still spent so much time with her. They had helped each other through heartbreak, listened to each other, and offered the closeness they needed. It was never love, but such a strong bond through shared experiences held them together.

• Lucifer was worried about you; your condition worsened.

• He was always with you, his wings wrapped around you to give you a place of peace.

• After days, he brought you back to the new hotel, where so many people stared at you.

• You and Charlie spent time together, grieving Sir Pentious' death.

• After weeks of mourning, you slowly began to feel better because what What remained of Adam for you was a small bracelet, one that resembled his and your halo.

The Vees had been waiting for this day, the day she would walk the streets alone; the plan to become gods could only come true with her. And as fate would have it, she happened to be passing the TV tower, and Vox was the first one standing in front of her. "Oh Miss (Name), it's an honor to finally meet you in person." The Overlord smiled charmingly at her and brought her hand to his screen as if to kiss it. In all her time in Hell, she hadn't had any real contact with other Overlords besides Alastor, so she went with him into the building. Even though Alastor had made it clear that she shouldn't trust Vox, she was curious about what the Vee were like. As soon as she entered the building, all eyes were on her and Vox. Vox wore his familiar, confident grin, but she knew she couldn't trust it. Vox led her to a lounge where Velvete and Valentino were waiting for the Angel and Vox.

• Velvete jumped up from her chair and took pictures of you, saying, "You look devilishly good! I knew Angels were breathtaking!"

• You weren't quite sure how to respond to the compliment, so you smiled politely at Velvet.

• "Oh girl, you could be such a good model!"

• "Stay calm, Velvet," came a captivating voice, followed by a puff of red smoke that made you feel slightly dizzy.

• A long arm wrapped around your waist as you staggered, something soft nestled against your cheeks, and as you looked up at the red cloak, a pair of eyes stared at you through red-tinted, heart-shaped glasses.

• "Don't worry, we'll be gentle with you, Princesa."

• But before the three could continue, an assistant rushed in, whispering something to Vox.

Before Vox and the others could do anything, Lucifer entered, possessively wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. "I'm sorry, you three, but (Name) is no one who would work for you, so now leave her alone."

With these words, he led her out of the building, where she had to take a deep breath. Lucifer knew perfectly well that she was too innocent for this place; he had to protect her from corruption, even though it wasn't something he stood for, he had to try. He longed for her so much that he would do anything to make things like they used to be.

In the TV Tover, however, tensions were running high among the Vees. "HOW COULD LUCIFE KNOW WHERE SHE WAS?!" Vox roared angrily. She was the only way the three of them could get to Heaven. So he had to keep trying.

As Vox told the others about his plan, Valentino barely registered his voice, too busy sketching pictures of her in his notebook. She was depicted in suggestive poses, wearing short clothes that revealed her bare skin. Valentino was thinking about how untouched she must be, her virginity practically screaming to be taken. The thought of him moving between her legs, the sweet melody of her moans, drove him wild.

And Velvette? She thought about how perfect she would look in each of her collections, and what she would do when she got her wings, the most beautiful dress ever. The thought made her grin: an angel wearing her collection, looking divine. Velvette needed her to be her model.

Lucifer knew what was coming, so he worked to rebuild what he and she had before his fall; he wanted to rekindle the old flame of passion within her. And one evening, as he lay with her in his bed, his wing wrapped around her body like a blanket, her hand holding his as she slept peacefully, he knew he was close to his goal. Her dreams were directed toward him, and him alone.

-Peachyprophet

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The only soul who's completet me

(Enjin x Reader)

Angst

A/N: I had the idea while listening to "Gravity" from Hazbin Hotel S2. I am pretty much into that angst and revenge stuff. But it's an attempt at revenge, so Enjin might be ooc here. (Reader is described as "Her" but has no specific gender)

Summary: She and Enjin always had a very close relationship, but neither of them ever said the words, but you knew how they both felt about each other. Enjin planned to confess his love to her after the mission where she was sent out alone, but sadly that never happened and Enjin couldn't control himself any longer.

CW: Reader dies here, Blood, Attempts at revenge, Unspoken love, Angst, Cigarette consume, Death

It was a silent night, and there was a tension in the air, as if the creature between Sphere and the Ground itself knew what fury was about to be unleashed. Enjin sat waiting in the common room, the smoke from his cigarette slowly escaping his mouth, a trait she always pointed out to him; she was only concerned about his health. Enjin chuckled at how often she had yelled at him about it. The two of them could only be found together, like soulmates who couldn't be separated, a couple so strong together that it overshadowed everyone. As he stubbed out the rest in the ashtray, his gaze turned to the clock; she should have been back an hour ago.

Enjin decided to look for her. He took his Umbreaker and the keys to the van before setting out on his journey. He assumed he would pick her up along the way, and other things. But that never happened until he arrived at No Man Land, a bad feeling spreading in his stomach: why should she be here? When he got out, he put on his mask and wandered around the trash heap, his gaze directed in every direction, hoping to see you, until a scream broke the silence. Enjin rushed in that direction, and when he arrived, the sight tore his brain apart. "No, no, no, no, NO!!" he cried loudly, rushing toward the people in front of him. Her body fell motionless and bleeding to the ground, and the other person, whose mask Rudo had described, the man who once had Regto's blood on his hands, now also had your blood on his hands, but before Enjin could attack him, he was gone. In a panic, Enjin knelt beside her and held her tightly in his arms.

"I'm here, please don't go. I need you so much, I, I—" his voice trailed off, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Enjin, it's too late." Her voice had been no louder than a whisper as she uttered her last words, "I love you, Enjin." Those three words, combined with his name, were the last thing she said. Her hand, which had previously clung weakly to his coat, fell to her side, and her eyes, which had still held so much affection and will to live, faded into emptiness. Only the last tears flowed down her cheeks as her life came to an end. In that moment, time stood still for Enjin. Those words, that last look, and that last touch felt like an eternity before what made him complete was ripped from his soul. But Enjin had memorized the mask.

Still hoping that Eishia Stilza might still be able to do something, he brought her back, her body pressed tightly against his as if to prevent her from getting even colder. Once there, the young healer tried everything she could, but it was already too late. Enjin had forgotten the reason he could still smile. Rudo was shocked to see Enjin's condition, especially on a mission. Enjin wore the ring the two of you had given each other on his ring finger, his grip tightening on the hilt of his Umbreaker when he saw the mask, the same one from that night. Revenge, revenge, revenge. That was what flashed through his mind, but just before Enjin could even attack him, Gris stopped him.

After the incident, Enjin was put on vecation; even Corvus was worried about the heartbroken man. Enjin visited her grave every day, bringing flowers that she always liked, and telling her about his day and how much he missed her. Even though time gradually mended his heart, Enjin never met someone who completed his soul and someone he loved as much as she did.

All that remained was a half-empty pack of cigarettes from that night when he left; he had quit smoking after that.

-Peachyprophet

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UPDATE!

As you can see, I've been rather inactive lately. I plan to become more active again, so I'm making a list of the fandoms I write for and what I write.

I've also lost most of my requests to my request box. So if you have any wishes or suggestions, just tell me!

Gachiakuta

Poppy Playtime

Hazbin Hotel

EPIC: The Musical/ greek Mythology

The Freak Circus

The Kid at the Back

Cookie Run: Kingdom

Twisted Wonderland

To be Hero X

Honkai Star Rail

Genshin Impact

What I write:

Yandere

Angst

Hurt & Comfort

Fluff

Light Smut

Isekai

With much love, yours truly, Peachyprophet