FREAK. (cale henituse x yandere! dazai like reader)
summary: if it’s not for his ability. meeting you is something cale henituse wanted to forget so badly. but alas, his ability didn’t allow him to do so.
if there is one thing cale wanted to forget so badly. then that is meeting you, his now trusted assistant.
it was supposed to be a normal day. a day where he doesn’t have any work to do and just wanted to slack all day.
but then, his butler- ron, suddenly entered the room. at first, he thought that ron was there to give him lemonades again. but alas, he was wrong.
because for the first time after he became cale henituse, kim rok soo, was now witnessing the bewildered expression on his butler’s face.
…. alright, what was going on?
then, after hearing ron’s report. cale was in disbelief.
because according to his butler. the knights had found a “strange” person floating on the estate’s decorative pond. when they had saved that said person, instead thanking them- that person complained on how the water wasn’t deep enough to drown them.
and now, that person- you, wanted to meet him.
when the two of you met, the red-head had realized something. you doesn’t look like a threat- you a disaster yourself. i mean, who is in a right mind to propose to their family doctor while they were bleeding from their head? no one right? right?
moving on, from the start- cale never liked you. he just cannot like you and your personality. at first, he thought that the two of you were similar. but boy, you were way worse than he and alberu was.
your cheerfulness whenever you interact with him made his skin crawl. not because of disgust but because his senses were screaming that this person, you, were way too dangerous for him.
but despite that, he cannot deny the fact that you were way too reliable. you easily handle every task that he asked you to do alone. but after he heard from choi han how you tried to jump from a clock tower once (that surprisingly left you unscathed which surprise choi han to the point that he started thinking that you were blessed by some god of luck or smth) cale decided to make choi han, lock or rosalyn go with you everytime (spoiler alert, you always ends up proposing to rosalyn everytime but she kept on rejected you lol)
cale treats you like an “anomaly” and a glitch on his plans. because first of all, you were way too smart to be manipulated by him. next is the fact that his indestructible shield wasn’t working on you. at first, he thought that the glutton’s power was just weakening. but when eruhaben said that you were also not affected by mana and divine power. that was the time he realizes that you had an ancient power that can nullify other ancient power, mana and divine power.
the only reason why you decided to follow cale around was because you found him amusing. i mean, who don’t? this guy kept saying that he was a trash while saving countless lives. the irony, right? but realizing that this guy wasn’t the original cale henituse made him more interesting in your eyes.
you were not the classic “i’ll kill you if you look at others” or “you are mine” type of yandere. you are the self sacrificial type. you will never hurt cale (atleast physically..) will never lock him up, will never force him to do anything he doesn’t wanted, or hurt his family. but you were the type to intentionally sacrifice your life, your whole existence for cale or in front of cale. making sure that he would witness the scene of you slowly dying so that he would never forget your existence and be haunted everyday of that memory for the rest of his life.
are your obsessive? yes. mentally unstable? definitely. scary? of course.
that was the reason why you acts like a goofy idiot in front of them. because you knew that once cale discover it- there were two possible outcome.
it’s either cale avoid you, or he just simply kick you out.
but unknown to you- before he could even realized it. that red-head became unknowingly attached to you. cale had became used to your presence and the thought of you sucessing on whatever shit you wanted to do about your life now scares him.
so do you want to know what does his possible reaction once he heard about your plan about your sacrificing yourself?
he wouldn’t avoid you nor kick you out. after all, it would be better to lock you inside his villa where cale and his family can monitor you.
even though you can nullify ancient powers, mana and divine powers. you were physically weak and his family can easily overpower you.
don’t worry though. cale won’t do anything unless you do something crazy. so please, just please- don’t do anything that will drive this guy to madness.
now, two yanderes hiding the fact that they were yandere for each other seems fun right?
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"if you’re so desperate to see what lies beyond this life, ( name ), i’ll make sure this room is the only world you ever have left to leave."
I decided to make this ghost incredibly desperate. He yearns and he’s so pathetic.
Yandere Short Stories:
The Love From the Dark
Yandere Victorian Ghost x Fem Reader x Author Fiancé
TW: toxic relationship, character death, descriptive MURDER, body horror and decay, suicide (mention), horror elements, Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics, PATHETIC MAN, delusional behavior, and themes that should not be romanticized in real life
The sun’s rays momentarily blinded (your name) as the moving van turned the curve up the hill towards their destination. The wind from the open window tousled her hair with its invisible fingers. A smile now painted on her face from its soothing ministrations.
This was a fresh start… one her fiancé, Clayton, insisted they take together. The Victorian home would give him the perfect inspiration to defeat his writer’s block and finish his horror book… all because the house was rumored to be haunted.
“It’s rumored to be crawling with paranormal activity. Not to mention it was a steal! It has the perfect environment for me to write a horror book. Are you not supportive of me?” Clayton’s words replayed in her mind like a tape on an endless loop.
The couple hardly spoke to one another anymore, Clayton was so consumed in his writing that he almost didn’t exist in reality anymore save for driving, sleeping, or eating.
(Your name) constantly walked on eggshells around him in order not to tip the delicate scale of their relationship towards separation. She’s been with him for so many years that she couldn’t imagine a life without him. Even though he was no longer a man she recognized.
Ten minutes later and their van finally made it to their new home… and it was the creepiest looking house she’s ever seen. Some of the grey paint was peeling on the sides and all the surrounding trees were still barren despite the season being spring. Not to mention the large murder of crows that snuggled their little black bodies on the roof.
“…this place looks like a haunted house out of a paranormal film. I’m not sure if this is a good idea-“ but she was instantly met with a scoff.
“I don’t want to hear it. This is for our future and for my book.” Clayton rolled his eyes at her concerns. “It’s only for a few months, then we can move somewhere else. It’s not like ghosts are actually real. It’s just the perfect ambience for a horror book, plus the study has a view of a cemetery on the plot.”
(Your name) glanced at the house once more, its eerie presence caused a shiver rolled down her spine.
Yet there was a familiar feeling that crept into her mind. Why did it feel like she’s been here before?
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The moment the couple entered, they were shocked to the core. The interior was in perfect shape. It was almost as if they entered a Time Machine back to the early 19th century.
Yet what caught (your name)’s eye was the giant portrait of a woman who looked identical to her in the grand living room right above the fireplace.
She walked forward and gently placed her hand on the fireplace, her fingers traced the smooth stone in wonder. Not a spec of dust lifted onto her finger tips.
That portrait wasn’t just similar to her appearance, it was eerily her exact appearance. It was an uncanny coincidence. One that made her stomach do summersaults to the point of queasiness.
“Clayton… I don’t think we should be here.” She expressed worry once more, but he loudly clicked his tongue in disagreement.
“Tsk. It’s probably just a coincidence. You’re looking too much into it.” He then brushed past her to head up the stairs. He was determined to claim that study. He had seen its grandiose design on the realtor site prior to purchase. It even overlooked the entire manor. Whoever built this home must have been loaded.
(Your name) frowned. She just couldn’t understand why her fiancé had changed so much. He was now married to work rather than about to marry her. She was so lonely within her own relationship and that made her even more depressed.
She studied the grand room one last time a frown on her face when she noticed a different portrait that had its face torn apart. Someone must have had a fit of anger when they did that from his damaged it was.
(Your name) shook her head clear and decided to explore. Maybe this house wouldn’t be so bad…
Yet if she glanced in the corner of the room, she’d notice the eyes of the destroyed portrait in the corner had moved.
“(Your name)?” A raspy, masculine voice heaved. His voice scratchy and low like he hadn’t spoken in ages.
Black liquid oozes from the eyes of the portrait like tears. His wife came home… she was finally home.
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(Your name) felt sick to her stomach when she saw every single room had a portrait of her likeness in it. There was no way it was a coincidence now. This was intentional.
She felt an overwhelming feeling bubble in her stomach. It was a kind of feeling that pray felt when it sensed a predator. She needed to leave. She needed to get out of here right this second.
Knock. Knock.
(Your name) knocked on the door of Clayton’s study. Her hands trembled a leaf in a strong wind. She was so scared… she needed comfort and reassurance more than anything right now.
“Clay? Clay I’m scared.” She stated outside the door.
Her fiancé didn’t answer. Her shaky hands quickly, went to hold her arms in order to soothe herself. The anxiety began to painfully, squeeze her chest.
“Clay? I’m serious. This house… something isn’t right here. There’s so many portraits. Can we please leave? Please-“
The door opened so fast, a gust of wind blew her hair back a bit. Clayton’s cognac eyes were filled with annoyance as he glanced down at her.
“Seriously? I’m writing right now, the writer’s block is finally gone. Can’t you do this attention seeking behavior some other time?” Clayton’s words were spat at her like the venom of a snake.
“Clay, I’m not lying. Please. I’m scared-“
“I don’t have time for this. I have a book to write. Why don’t you go to bed and I’ll join you after a bit, hm? It’s just a few months here so you’re going to have to deal with it.” Clayton waved her away with a flick of his left hand. “There’s no such thing as ghosts. And I doubt someone would make so many portraits that look like you.”
Before she could get in another word, the door slammed shut on her face. A frown now etched on her soft features.
She just wanted a hug and to be told it’d be okay… she hadn’t meant to annoy him.
She turned on her heel to walk away so Clayton didn’t hear her sniffle. She hated when she cried in front of people… especially when she knew he wouldn’t comfort her.
The lights flickered on the walls as she walked past. The entity lurked in the hall by the study.
“Don’t cry… don’t cry…” his raspy voice was as soft as a breeze. “Don’t leave me.”
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(Your name) picked a room on the west wing of the house to have to herself. She was still upset about that argument with Clayton. He still had locked himself into his study like a petulant child despite the clock on the hand that hit ten o’clock at night.
She had found a portrait of a woman that looked like her in every room and expressed she was terrified yet Clayton brushed her concerns off like the typical horror movie protagonist. He insisted the paranormal didn’t exist and this was all merely a coincidence. That his priorities lied in the completion of his horror book.
Did she really mean so little to him? That writing meant more to him than his own fiancée? Haven’t she didn’t wanna think about it too long because it would only made her more upset.
She crawled into the soft queen sized bed, the curtains to her canopy kept her shaken form concealed to anyone who may past by… not that there was anyone else here but Clayton. And he was locked away in the study in the east wing.
(Your name) felt herself waver before the first few tears finally began to fall. She just couldn’t understand why Clayton had become so selfish. Was she not lovable anymore? Had she done something to make him uninterested? She just wanted to be loved again like she used to be.
An hour went by before she cried enough tears to nearly drown herself in a river of dreamless sleep.
Yet before everything went dark, she felt something icy cold cradle her face I a reverent manner. Had Clayton come to check on her? She knew he still cared deep down. That he wouldn’t let her go to bed lonely as he had in the last few months.
At least that was what her sleep addled mind allowed her to believe. It was a poor attempt of self comfort on her part, but she was too groggy to find falsity in that thought.
She let sleep take her as its prisoner once she assured herself of the who owned those cold hands. A foolish move on her part.
But those hands did not belong to her beloved Clayton… no. It was the shadowy hands of something far more sinister.
“It is you…you’ve finally come back to me.” That raspy voice echoed through the room. “I won’t mess up this time. I’ll be a good husband. I’ll take care of you…”
If only she had went with her gut feeling… Clayton’s hands were never cold.
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(Your name) woke up to her body being wrapped comfortably in blankets and a glass of water on the bedside table. Two tabs of acetaminophen were even placed next to the crystal glass cup. A soft smile lit up her features.
Had Clayton laid with her for a bit like he used to? Oh she had missed those times so dearly. Maybe there was hope for them. He hadn’t been thoughtful in ages…
She happily accepted the glass of water and pain pills before she began to get around. She should make breakfast for them to show her appreciation.
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Meanwhile, Clayton had fallen asleep in the study. His brown eyes slowly opened to wake up to the giant portrait of a woman that looked like (your name).
Hadn’t he covered that blasted picture up with a blanket?
He rose up to cover it once more but he noticed a paper placed on the desk written in furious red calligraphy. A writing style one would see in the 19th century rather than modern time.
Do not cover up my wife.
Wife? Who on earth wrote that?
Clayton glanced at the portrait once more, the smallest hint of unease hit him before it was gone.
This home was only for a few months. At least until his rough draft was finished. There couldn’t possibly be such a thing as ghosts, right?
He heard a knock at the door and saw his fiancée’s smiling face.
“Can we have breakfast together? It’s been a while since we’ve enjoyed a simple meal.” (Your name) smiled at Clayton who sighed.
“Maybe once I’m done with this page.” Clayton replied coolly. His amber eyes flicked back over to the writings that were scribbled on various sheets. “I’m very busy with the book.”
“…I understand.” (Your name) tried to mask her discontent with a reassuring smile, but if Clayton were to actually pay attention, he’d notice how strained the smile was. “I hope to see you soon.”
Their relationship had finally approached its finality and Clayton wasn’t even aware that the straw was about to break the camel’s back.
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(Your name) waited a few hours in the morning for Clayton to eat with her. The warm food eventually went cold as she was met with disappointment once more.
A hiccup fell from her lips before she could stop it. A sob soon followed. There truly was no hope for this love to bloom again. The flowers of love were dead at last.
Yet in her frustration, she was unaware of the entity observed her from the shadows. A giddy gleam in his beady black eyes.
His wife… she needed him. And he wouldn’t let her down this time.
“Don’t worry, my love… I’ll make sure you love home and never want to leave me. You’ll never cry again.”
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Clayton heard a clicking noise out in the hall. A sigh fell from his lips in annoyance. Did (your name) not understand he was busy? Wait… he promised to have breakfast with her.
Clayton turned his head toward the grandfather clock and cursed. It was nearly eight at night! Had he truly lost himself in his own little world for that long? He couldn’t imagine how upset his fiancée was…
He went to the door to open it but the handle wouldn’t budge.
Click. Click. Click. Was it locked from the outside?
“(Your name)? I’m sorry I didn’t come down for breakfast but you don’t have to lock the door.” Clayton rubbed the bridge of his nose. This wasn’t normal for her. She would never be this petty.
Click. Click. Click.
“(Your name) I’m serious. Open this door!” Clayton began to toggle the door hand even harder but it wouldn’t budge. It was almost as if the doorknob had been welded rather than locked. “(Your name)?! (Your name)-“
“She can’t hear you.” Clayton whipped his head around when he heard a raspy voice in the room with him. The hair stood up on the back of his neck when he realized he was the only person in the room.
“Who’s there?” Clayton hissed, his cognac eyes wildly searched the room. “Show yourself.”
Clayton jumped when the flames in the fireplace jumped to life. The flames nearly licked the carpet before it. What in the world?
“I don’t think someone like you could possibly comprehend what I am… so why don’t you take a seat for me, Clay.”
Before Clayton could spit out a retort, the floorboards suddenly came to life and slid him forward toward the armchair by the fireplace like a slide on a playground. What? This had to be a dream…
“You’re not a very good man.” The ghost told him. “You remind me of myself when I was alive. I was also so selfish and stubborn.”
Clayton wasn’t able to utter a word before an invisible force slammed him down to sit in the vintage recliner. The soft, mustard yellow fabric did little to calm him as the flames danced more violently in the fireplace. Ghosts weren’t real… he’s never believed in them before.
“I asked you to politely take a seat, but you seem to be the kind that has to learn the hard way.”
Clayton watched a shadowy, masculine form in the corner of the room as the figure made his way over to stand before the fireplace. His shadowy hand grasped the fire poker and stirred the wood.
“I was once a work oriented man. A wealthy merchant back then. I thought this beautiful house was all it would take to keep my lovely wife happy…” the entity continued to stir at the fire in thought. “She was so lovely, you know. So loving and kind. I took her for granted.”
Clayton could only listen in shock as the entity sighed. The ghost set down the fire poker to gently trace over the portrait of the woman who looked eerily similar to (your name).
Clayton felt a lump form in his throat. (Your name) had been so worried about those portraits and he had brushed her off. God he wished he had listened.
“My beautiful wife… it’s my fault she left me.” Bang! The entity suddenly slammed his fists into the wood above the fireplace. “She took her own life, all because I made her feel so lonely! But… but she returned to me.”
Clayton’s blood went cold as the temperature suddenly dropped in the study. What did the ghost mean by that? Was (your name) in danger?
“Listen, (your name) and I didn’t mean to disturb you. I think we will leave-“
Clayton didn’t have time to scream before the fabric of the recliner wrapped around his face and applied pressure. His fingers clawed at the wool fabric in vain.
“Leave? You’re not taking my (your name) away!” The entity hissed. Clayton soon felt more pressure held to his face and even around his throat. His hands clawed desperately at air. “This isn’t anything too personal, you’re just in the way of me reuniting with my beloved.”
Clayton felt his eyes roll back as he kept trying to fight the entity. He would never get the chance to apologize to (Your name). To tell her that he loved her. To hold her one more time and feel her kisses. He didn’t want to die. Not like this.
“Your body will do. Oh it’s been so long since I’ve had a body… I’ll take such good care of her this time. She’ll never be lonely again!”
Clayton felt his world go black, his heart finally stopped. The entity then released Clayton, the body flopped onto the floor with a thunk.
The entity stroked the purplish hue away from Clayton’s face. The entity soon hummed “here comes the bride” as he dug his shadowy hands into Clayton’s mouth to enter.
“My wife… my beautiful wife. We’re together again now.”
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(Your name) stirred awake when she felt a hand touch her face. Her eyes slowly opened to see Clayton’s familiar silhouette.
“Clay?”
“Shh… go back to sleep, darling.” Her face scrunched up a bit in confusion. Darling? Clayton never used pet names. He always said they were childish.
But she didn’t argue when she felt a body beside hers in the bed. Clayton’s lean arms pulled her close as a nose buried itself into her neck to deeply inhale her scent.
“I missed you… I missed you so much.” He murmured into her skin before he pressed a few kisses to her neck. Yet they felt strangely cold.
“I missed you too.” She held his hand. A few tears slipped down her cheeks like a leaky faucet. “So much…”
“Shh… I’m here now.” Clayton whispered into her skin. “And I’ll never leave you alone again. I swear.”
She smiled as she let his honeyed words comfort her. It was so nice to finally be held again.
A shame this wasn’t Clayton. That he was the lonely entity that possessed this house that finally had its wish come true… a second chance.
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(Your name) hummed as she made breakfast. The smell of bacon and fresh eggs filled the air.
For the first time in two months, Clayton came down to have breakfast with her. He sat eagerly at the table in the strangest of clothes. She didn’t know why he was wearing 18th-century clothes, but who is she to judge? She wasn’t a writer. Maybe he was in cosplay to get in the mood to write his story?
Clayton had even set the table with utmost manners he never displayed in his life. He must be really committed to this elegant character he presented himself as.
She served him his plate and paused at the weird, pungent smell he had. That was odd… Clayton never smelled like that before.
“Clay? You have a rather… peculiar scent.” (Your name) softly notified him. She knew how much Clayton hated when she was too blunt, so she always had to dance around her words in order not to hurt his feelings.
Clayton froze for a moment before he gave her a smile. “ I must be dirty from all that time I spent in the study. I’m so sorry, my darling.”
There was a pet name again. The darling…
“Clay? Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve never called me, darling before…”
Clayton’s fork and knife paused mid cut of the bacon. Another weird habit she never saw before.
“I haven’t? Do you not like it?” He asked, his brow furrowed with worry. “How about I call you my love instead?”
She shook her head and smiled. “You’ve just never used pet names before… I like them.”
Clayton then gave her a warm smile as he spoke once more. “Then I’ll call you all the pet names you’d like.”
Her heart fluttered. It had been so long since her fiancé paid attention to her and it felt so nice.
Clayton watched the way her cheeks flushed in pure joy. She looked so pretty when she was happy. He’d make sure to always keep her like that… but first he had to solve his problem with this body.
He would hate to rot so quickly on her. He would have to shove some posies in his pockets to mask the scent until he found a better solution.
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A few days went by and she noticed Clayton bloated a bit. She didn’t trigger his gluten allergy with the toast, did she?
“Clay, do you need your EpiPen?” (Your name) asked Clayton who gave her a reassuring look.
“No, I’m fine. I just hadn’t ate with you in so long.” She smiled at his response.
“Are you sure? I’m a bit worried about you. You’re bloating…”
“I’m fine, truly.” Clayton reassured her. He wouldn’t let her see how anxious he truly was.
This body was decaying too fast… he wouldn’t be able to hold onto it. And he didn’t want to scare her with an animated corpse… he had to think of a different solution now.
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Clayton hobbled to the basement before his body fell to the floor with a thunk. The entity cursed as he noticed the rot began in the stomach area. The temporary body was no longer viable anymore.
“You’re so useless even in death.” The entity rubbed the bridge of his nose.
He floated around the basement that held portraits of his human form from back in the day. A stern looking man with dark hair and a hooked nose was painted on each art piece… but the ghost’s favorite was the one where he was beside his wife.
“I have to find a way to keep you here.” He cried in anguish. “I can’t let you slip away again. I don’t want to be all alone…”
He lovingly traces the portrait’s face. He had waited here for over a hundred years for this second chance.
The ghost went over to the coffin in the basement before he opened it to reveal the skeleton inside. A Victorian death mask covered the skeleton’s face. This wasn’t ideal… but his old body wouldn’t smell like decay.
He could stuff the body and wear gloves… he knew his (your name) deserved more, but it’s all he could offer.
“This is for us… it’s all for us.” The ghost reassured himself as he lifted the mask for the first time in over a century.
The charade was up… and he’d have to burn Clayton’s body in the incinerator. He didn’t want Clayton to stink up the place.
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There was not a doubt in (your name)’s mind when Clayton came to her that he wasn’t Clayton. She could no longer lie to herself.
Whoever this was, they were far too nice to her. Too chivalrous. Too gentle.
Where her fiancé once treated her with disdain, this man treated her as if she was more precious than gold.
She felt arms wrapped around her around her as the cold mask leaned on her shoulder.
“…what’s your real name?” She felt the man pause.
“W-what do you mean, my love?” He stuttered. His voice was raspy. It no longer even sounded like Clayton.
“You know what I mean.” She pulled away to turn around. Her hands gently cradled the masked face. “You’re far too sweet to me and your voice… it’s not Clayton’s.”
Hands shot up to hold her hands as a sob racked through the body of the man. She frowned in worry. This wasn’t a reaction she thought he’d have.
“I’m sorry… please don’t leave me!” Now this was a man who was desperate… it was refreshing to her.
“Shh… it’s okay. I’m not scared.” She lifted off the mask to show the face of a skeleton. A black liquid oozed from its eye sockets like a grotesque imitation of tears. The sight was something out of a horror movie, but she knew this entity didn’t want to harm her.
“I’m… I’m Frederick Anderson.” Frederick grasped her hands and pressed kisses to the back of them. Yet it felt odd since he only had his teeth exposed…
“Frederick?” She softly asked and Frederick nodded.
“I’m your husband! Well… the one last time.” He told her as he nuzzled her hands. He continued to try to kiss them. “You’re my wife… my beautiful (your name).”
She could not bring herself to be scared of him. Not when he seemed so desperate and lonely.
“Is that why you have so many portraits of me?”
“I painted them myself!” He exclaimed. “When you… died. I was so lost without you. Nothing mattered anymore. The townspeople all said I went mad, and I did. Life had no meaning if you weren’t in it!”
She listened as he began to ramble about their past life.
“I lost purpose. I had worked so hard to have this home made for us. To have the perfect place for us to start a family. I spent too long away from you.” He told her. “It’s all my fault. I should have never left you all alone… can you ever forgive me? I’ve already waited over a hundred years for you… I do not know if I can wait another century.”
“…I forgive you, Frank.” If it were possible, the skeleton became more animated.
“Frank… you haven’t called me Frank since 1853!! Oh happy day! It is so wonderful to hear it on your pretty lips again…”
She was suddenly pulled into a waltz, the skeleton hummed a cheery song from his time. Frederick was indeed romantic…
“You always wanted to dance together… I’ll dance with you all the time now!” Frederick told her while he pulled her body along in an elegant waltz. “I won’t let you down this time, I swear. We’re together again! Just my wife and I!”
They danced for several minutes until she felt the question from the back of her mind.
“…you killed Clay, didn’t you?”
“He made you cry, my love! And anyone who makes you cry doesn’t deserve to live!” Frederick exclaimed, his arms pulled her close. “I’ll scorch this world for you! Whatever you want, I’ll do it! I’ll commit atrocities in your name! Please never leave me again.”
(Your name) was frozen in his arms before she gently hugged him back. She couldn’t imagine being alone for so long… and she had without a doubt he wouldn’t let her leave anyways.
“I won’t leave you Frank. I’ll stay.” She rubbed his back as he sighed in contentment.
“Then I will be giving you my utmost attention. You are my beloved. My everything…”
✶﹒ platonic yandere! manhwa fathers x suicidal/overworked daughter! reader.
tw : suicide attempt, neglect, blood, etc.
erno etam
erno is a psychopath, or atleast— that's how you see him. at first, this guy pay no attention to you at all. but he doesn't neglected you (or atleast that's what your maids were saying to make you feel better). he still gives you whatever you want and needed, give you clothings, house and foods. but affection? nah, there's no way he will love someone boring as you.
erno sees everyone as chess pieces, and yes, unfortunately you were also one of those chess pieces. yes, you were an important piece because of your abilities when it comes on magic and military tactics. but it doesn't changed the fact that he can dispose of you whenever he wanted.
and maybe because of his treatment to you and how everyone ridicule you because of erno's treatment. became the last straw to make you do that thing. and damn, the maid who saw your half dead body laying on your research lab and with your slashed throat— got traumatized. to the point that after she saw you like that and called the doctor and the other members of the etam family, she resigned and unfortunately a year after become crazy.
but it wasn't the same for erno. because the time that he saw that sight— he became interested. he remembered when he saw you for the first time as a baby. how you held his finger as if it was your own way to say that you wants to live.
when you woken up, you were disappointed to see the face of your younger siblings as well as your grandfather who scolded you to the point that your ears were about to burst. but what caught your attention was erno who started acting like a proper father for the first time. and seeing that glint on his eyes, the excitement that you felt for the first time started to disappear when you realized that— ah, damn. this is another game for erno's perspective.
nevertheless, you still gave him what he wanted. a perfect oldest daughter who will never disappoint him. you showed him a façade that he wanted. and with the months where he acted like a proper and perfect father who adores his daughter. you realized one thing and you couldn't help but to scoff as your hand traced the bandage around your neck. this guy, he finds you interesting for the first time— he finds the fact that his daughter almost killed herself, he finds the sight of his daughter half dead and bleeding— interesting.
it makes your stomach churn, it was disgusting— he is disgusting. you couldn't help but to wonder why in the are you so desperate to have his attention before? damn it.
but since this is what he wanted, you couldn't help but to think— why can't you give what he wanted? the sight of you dying and bleeding to death? and that's how your suicide attempts started. at first, it was simple such as poisoning yourself, drowning, etc. at first you used the methods where you were sure that it wouldn't hurt you that much.
and erno doesn't know why— he only spent few months acting like a proper father to you. but the sight of you unconscious in your bed was enough to make his hand shook. was it because of fear? why is he scared in the first place?
he spent a week trying to think about the reason. but then, while he was on the palace— he got a message from home saying that you jumped from the castle inside the etam estate. and now, he realized why the hell is he scared. hurrying to get back home, the only thing that erno has inside his mind was his daughter.
those times you tried to impress him, those times that you tried to get his attention, those times that you crave for his affection. and those times when he carried you as a newborn for the first time. erno realized that he fucked up— to the point that he couldn't do anything to change it anymore.
and after once he got home, he was welcomed by the sight of his daughter— sitting down on her bed with bandage around your head and those lifeless eyes of yours. erno felt as if he wanted to cry. and by the time he heard that you got amnesia because of what happened. erno was delighted— delighted by the fact that he was given another chance to fix your relationship. a chance to redeem his self.
but maybe, because of what he did before— no matter what he do. you became obsessed on dying. and your how do we quote it? "turning in new leaf" father got scared that you might succeed in doing that.
and that was the time he resorted onto something that he knew will affect your life, but he doesn't care. you have him, he will take care of you— you don't have to worry. your father got your back.
the only thing that you remembered before erno broke your legs and arms was the series of apologies that he whispered on your ear. and now, you become dependent to him just like what he wanted. don't worry, your father won't disappoint you this time.
“ i know it hurts, little cupcake. but this is what happens when you don't listen to father's requests!"
how wwould the ros react if they walked in to the mcs room, only to find that they finally gave up - their wrists sliced open and mc already slipping into unconsciousness. maybe mc can offer them a one last smile before their eyes close for good.
if u feel like it, maybe we could also get secret ros and flings (bc ceres) and evenesme, emil and mom too why not?
(i was feeling angst and also sae that lucy likes when mc cries - well jokes on u pookie they've gone past crying!)
of course! Be warned, some of the characters are shitty and just like dgaf about it :D (I did say that theyre horrible:3) -- secret ros are not here because its like boring because it would be one word so sorry ^^
ROS
Micela : She would be surprised when she finds MC in that state, her eyes would be widened really huge as she pukes, she can't handle blood that well, she would cry and probably would scream, her hands would be shaky for a long time.
Luceydell : He would just stare at MC and tilt his head; he feels anger, sadness, curiosity. He wouldn't cry but he would kick MC's dead body, he would then laugh at and coo at MC's body and would wish the blood off, they still look very pretty in his eyes.
Fayette : She would let out a sigh and go over to MC, she would look at the cuts and know that she can't help MC so she would wash her hands and wash off her dna on MC's wrist and then she would leave. She would give a sign secretly for a servant to go to MC's room.
Pandora : He would cough and puke, he would scream but nothing would come out; he then would calm himself down and just look at MC's body, he would leave the room and say nothing about it.
Sally : He would be surprised and scared when he finds MC like that, he would be shuddering in fear as he pukes. He's crying but he would leave to go tell a servant about it or a knight, scared for his entire life.
Aden : They would stare at MC's body as they just laugh then they would throw things around in MC's room due to their anger, they would then calm down and cry for MC then leave, telling Leif about it.
Emmy : They would be ashamed of themselves, they are the protector of MC and they failed, they would shake their head and kiss MC's hand and pray to Wraith for MC then leave and tell Leif about it. They would feel guilty for a long time.
Marryjoy : They would stare at MC's body then just look around to see the selfharm done and if there was anything else that killed MC, they would then take MC's dna and tell Leif about it, perhaps by magic they could bring MC back; baby formed or a monster. It's a experiment to them.
FLINGS
Ceres : Would go to MC's body and kneel it, hes sad and he would cry for a moment and stare at MC, he feels sad but he gets up but before he does, he says a prayer then leaves.
Yuki : She would be surprised at the sight, she feels sad that her toy is dead then she would kick at MC's body, thinking it was a joke then she would leave and continue her life like normal.
Coyote : He would be staring at MC's dead boy, he would kiss them and smile as he takes some stuff, he loved their time together but he knows that MC was a simple fling, he was to move on. He does feel sad about it but he leaves and makes sure that his dna isnt anywhere.
Aenor : She would stare at the body, shaking her head and would try to make sure that MC is actually dead or almost since shes a nurse, she checks everything then leaves once she knows that MC is gone for good.
FAMILY
Esme : He would be scared and shaking as he cries, hes scared for MC but mostly for himself. He was only allowed to be alive thanks to MC now he doesn't know what is going to happen to him. Hes scared.
Mother : She would just stare at MC, she would sit down next to them and mumble to herself as she plays with MC's fingers, she would confess how she feels towards MC(how she loves but also hates them), she would leave and not tell anyone about it.
Emil : He would be crying and screaming, he can't believe. He probably would destory MC's body(kicking, punching it) since he cant believe it, he would be so destoryed, would always think about MC after that.
“I’m Glad You’re My Sister. Wouldn’t Want Anyone Else.”
I wrote.. a really poorly written fic about Jonny’s feelings post Out, so if you want to read it please feel free. I love Kudos and Comments, they make my day, but please read at your own discretion!!!
hi saint! i hope you’re doing well today! thank you for giving us the chance to share our thoughts and theories with you.
i believe gojo is going after akemi for two main reasons: firstly, because y/n asked him to, and secondly, to stay with her because he feels guilty about the worsening pelvic cramps she's experiencing, and that she might be pregnant. since he thinks y/n's angina is no longer life-threatening, he's now more concerned about akemi's health. y/n will probably become even more depressed, which will her family to step in even more now. and we can’t forget momjo, since she’s more likely to defend akemi. gen vs momjo showdown when? gen will go crazy when she finds out that momjo has slapped y/n before and has been treating her sister badly.
from here, y/n angina will reach a critical point, potentially fatal, which makes gojo realize that y/n has always been the one for him. he finally learns that while he could handle separation by divorce, he couldn't bear losing her to death. he couldn't imagine a world where she is no longer present.
oooh 👀 well tbh, gojo does think yn’s heart condition isn’t life threatening anymore. he’s just mostly worried abt her sh tendencies since he had once gone on that route too, and a suicidal person won’t suddenly stop having suicidal thoughts overnight. the lake scene definitely showed him that.
for this same reason, momjo doesn’t want satoru to get back with yn bcos she’s scared to lose her son all over again. so she’d rather akemi >>> yn.
nd culture is being upset for no reason whatsoever and unable to pin what's wrong so you end up super sad and hating life and passively wanting to die. but then you have a manic episode where you love life and everyone and everything and you just can't see any bad. and then theres the middle where you binge watch a show all day to forget all of your problems.
