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I love that Doctor (TFC) canonically likes cute things and I keep imagine him taking care of the group's darling and can't resist them at all.
He can't let you go ofc, but he's really tempted to just spoil you with everything you ask for, even if Jester forbid it or Doctor knows you already had enough sweets that day.
How can he resist??!?!?!? The others had to wrang a phone out of his hand because you asked so sweetly and he couldn't help but give it to you. Doctor goes right into the cell next to you so he can't do more harm to the circus's secret.
The others are also insanely jealous because you play nice with the Doc to get what you want, so Doctor gets to have you all sweet and cute most of the time while you are scared, fighting, or dismissive to the others. Well, at least until crying and begging and being the cutest human in the world doesn't get you out of situations where Doctor wants to do his experiments on you, that is. But that's the prize you pay, right?
Welcome! Thanks for checking out my commission sheet, here you can find my prices and what I do and don't write! If you have any questions or want to commission me, please don't hesitate to shoot me a message here on tumblr! ♥
What I will write for:
❥ Self-Insert/Reader-Insert/OCs (In all kinds of genders!)
❥ All kinds of genres (Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Yandere, Horror...)
❥ All kinds of AUs and Tropes (Supernatural, Monsters, Coffee Shop, Oh my god, they were roommates...)
❥ Explicit Content (Erotica/Gore/...)
What I won’t write for:
❥ Adult X Minor
❥ Certain Kinks (Feel free to ask me via messenger!)
Additional things might be added upon being encountered as there really isn’t much I feel like not being able to do at the moment!
Fandoms I will write for:
❥ Genshin Impact
❥ Wuthering Waves
❥ Honkai Star Rail
❥ Love and Deepspace
❥ COD: Modern Warfare 2
❥ Tears of Themis
❥ Twisted Wonderland
❥ Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia
❥ The Arcana
❥ Danganronpa (All Games)
❥ Obey Me! (Shall we date?)
❥ Haikyuu!!
❥ Dragon Age
❥ The Witcher 3/Netflix Adaption
❥ Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic
❥ Fire Emblem Three Houses
❥ Pokémon SWSH/Violet & Scarlet
❥ Five Nights at Freddy’s
❥ Any OC or Entities (like Mystical Creatures/Gods/etc.) of your creation
... and so many more! Find my detailed Fandom List here on Google Docs!
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❥ Base price is 12,00 € and includes 1000+ words either as scenario or headcanons, whichever you prefer!
❥ For Scenarios: 2000+ words = 22,00 € / 3000+ words = 34,00 € (and so on).
❥ Explicit Content is an additional charge and varies between 5,00 - 10,00 € depending on it's severity in the story.
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❥ I don’t offer WIPs but I will keep you updated whenever I get to a new stage of writing (started writing/halfway through/finished writing the first draft/finished with correcting/finished) Depending on length of the commission the check-ups might be skipped and you will get the finished project right away :)
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Hi! Do you have any fellow writers or friends who you'd recommend for comms? I'm hoping to get a yandere Genshin Impact writing but I'm so out of loop of who still accepts writing and almost everyone I follow is either closed or a filled queue!
Hey!!! I'll post your ask because I honestly don't have friends/mutuals that do commission, so I can't recommend anyone sorry!
My commissions will open again next week if you can hold out until then, but otherwise, others can totally comment so you can check out their writing ♥
Sorry, but I adore the isekai emperor! I need to know what his court thinks of Reader, as he mentioned having killed previous spouses, and what the emperor's plans are for keeping reader safe from any staff that see Reader as a high value target.
I had this in my drafts for a long while, finally got around to finish it! Thank you for requesting this continuation! ♥
You tried not to let it get to you.
The silence. The stares. The whispering behind your back.
You had felt it the moment you took the emperor's hand to step out of the carriage, hundreds of servants lowering their heads and welcoming you in a rehearsed, military sing-song. The castle was completely quiet; no sound of life could be heard within the stone walls of the fortress the emperor called home.
Perhaps you were welcomed, but you weren't welcome.
Surely, most servants thought of you as something that would pass. Since they must have been worried about their own lives, they couldn't care more about yours. It was uncomfortable for everyone, including yourself. Still, the emperor didn't seem to notice as he paraded you through the hallways, barking orders and showing you off to the few other commanders and ministers he greeted.
No one met your eyes.
In a castle made of stone, you were a wallflower. Pretty to look at, but innocuous and fleeting. Life since you came to this world had been a rollercoaster through and through. Your charms had been less rewarding than you would have liked, be it for the position you were in or how the people treated you, their eyes always roaming over you while the magic influenced them. Still, being shunned and ignored was just as bad as crowds who almost stomped you to death. You simply couldn't get used to either, but you'd have to eventually, since this marriage wasn't something easily left behind.
A knock on your bedroom door made the maid halt the comb in her hand, your hair trickling out of her hold as you looked up, catching the hint of panic in her eyes as she quickly stepped back.
"His Imperial Majesty!"
Part of you wanted to sigh, hearing the announcement that had plagued you day after day. There wasn't a morning that the emperor didn't personally pick you up for breakfast. You weren't ready yet, but you had learned he wasn't a patient man.
Standing up from your dresser, you turned around, putting on a smile and bowed as he strode through the door, his eyes immediately snapping to you. His expression darkened as his gaze roamed your body, but you paid it no mind.
"Why isn't she ready yet?" he asked the maid sternly, crossing the distance to you and placing a gentle hand on your back before bending down to kiss your head.
"Not that you look any less beautiful this early morning," he mumbled for your ears only, lifting your chin so you'd face him. "In fact," he chuckled, wiping some sleep from your eyes. "I could get used to seeing you drowsy after pulling you out of your sleep every morning. We could start exercising together, and I'd get to hold you close to me--"
"You--Your Majesty!" you quickly interrupted him, not unaware of all the servants trickling in after him, bringing fresh flowers and starting to clean your room. You weren't oblivious to his innuendos, the same ones he made constantly when he didn't think or didn't care that other people were listening. Even after a week of living at his castle, his demeanor hadn't changed much towards you. He still seemed infatuated with you and enjoying your presence, so it was up to you to rein in his euphoria about the wife he had caught.
"These things... we should discuss them after the official marriage wedding. You wouldn't want me to be disgraced, would you?"
That seemed to hit the point, the emperor looking up into the open space as he thought before shaking his head. "Of course not," he conceded before adding with a sinister smile playing on his lips, "Although we could just kill anyone who dares to besmirch your name."
You held back the disgust you felt as you turned from him, slipping out of his grasp. Instead, you stood before the mirror on your dresser again, reaching for the comb yourself. "How cruel you are this morning. Trying to make me think of blood and executions this early."
"Oh, dearest. I just wanted to reassure you that no such slander will be made in my castle."
"We can't avoid it. Rumors are bound to happen since you are so important, and I am not. Not everyone will accept your decision to marry me, it's quite normal."
"Yes, indeed. But we can set examples and make sure no one will dare to open their mouth while in your presence."
"Splendid..." you muttered quietly. "Can't wait for them to speak about me behind my back."
Stepping behind you, you watched as the emperor caught a strand of hair, bringing it to his face and drawing a deep breath. "I won't let them hurt you," he assured you, sounding almost reliable. You put on a smile for him that didn't seem convinced, but this wasn't a fight you could win against him. If he thought he could eradicate all rumors, there was no telling him that it was normal and to be expected. Lest he might have gone on a rampage in your name, making things infinitely worse.
The hustle behind you two was almost impossible to notice when his frame took up most of the reflection. However, your eyes caught the shivering frame of your handmaiden, still standing to the side, clutching her skirt with deathly white knuckles. She was staring at the floor as if it was a lifeline to clutch onto.
His eyes followed yours, and as quickly as he had given you all his attention, he tore it away from you. "Why wasn't the empress dressed and ready this morning?! I told you there was a meeting before breakfast and to prepare her for this. How useless are you that you can't even dress your mistress properly?! This borders on mistreatment. Do you know what we do with lazy people like you? We put them into the dungeon until they are begging to serve again and then we cut off every one of their fingers and--"
"Enough!"
You could barely believe your own voice to be so strong with all the fear you still harbored for him. But as you watched the emperor go on and on about such trivial matters as if the servant had personally offended him, you couldn't just sit back. She was still young, no doubt more of a noble lady than you with her perfect posture. But her meek personality showed the cruelty she had endured to survive in this place.
Surprised, the emperor twisted around, looking at you with wide eyes as you met him head-on with as much authority as you could muster. No one had ever stood up to him, and it showed in these moments, his cruel, self-assured confidence taking a hit.
"She is my servant. If I wish to sleep in, she has to do as I say. You don't get to threaten her for obeying me."
It almost felt like you had grown a second spine as you stood up for the woman, her eyes briefly lifting to look at you with the look of someone who couldn't believe you actually just did that. You couldn't either. Neither did the emperor. He stared at you like a fish, mouth agape, and the room seemed to stand still.
No one moved or said anything, and the longer you just stood there, staring at each other, the more uncomfortable you grew. Doubts and second thoughts finally reached you, and you stumbled to de-escalate the situation, clearing your throat.
"I wasn't feeling well this morning," you explained meekly, expanding the lie as you went. "Being here still feels very different, and some nights I can't sleep. She-" you pointed towards the maid "-made me tea, and thus I needed longer to get ready. I apologize if it upsets Your Majesty; I will do better in the future."
The emperor's mouth closed slowly as he took in your words. Curtsying in front of him felt like lowering your head on the chopping block, yet it was the only way you knew how to apologize. But when you saw him turn towards the maid once more, you were convinced it didn't work at all, rushing to straighten up and defend her more if you must.
"Have the other servants prepare light snacks and beverages for the meeting. I don't want the empress to faint if she is unwell. And a cushion for her chair."
Nodding slowly, bewildered by the kind command, then quickly, the maid bowed her head once to the emperor, then to you, before rushing off to relay the orders. Once she was gone, his focus shifted back to you, but you were too relieved that he hadn't done anything to the poor girl; you didn't mind his scrutinizing gaze.
"Thank you," you sighed, placing a hand above your heart. With the adrenaline washing off from one moment to the next, you felt yourself sway, quickly falling back onto the dressing chair as the arms of the emperor shot out. You weren't one for the dramatics, but he was just so damn scary! Unless...
Unless he looked at you like this, his eyes full of worry.
"Are you alright?! Do you need the doctor?! Speak to me, please!"
Instead of talking, you couldn't help but laugh lightly as you watched him fuss over you, his hands moving up and down your arms, squeezing. "I'm fine," you croaked, your throat a little dry.
You didn't know what was going on with you as you lifted your hand, brushing back the strands of hair from his face and cupping his cheek. "I like you better like this," you admitted, stupidly ignoring who was in front of you. "You look good when you care. Much more than when you're angry."
His brows furrowed as he looked at you, apparently still convinced that you were sick after all, spouting nonsense. Then, he shook his head, chuckling. "What are you doing to me, woman?" he sighed, then, finally, after making sure you could sit on your own, he pulled his hands back, crossing them beneath his chin. "I still think she needs to be taught a lesson."
"I'd rather she doesn't. I need all her fingers to tie my corset."
"Hm..." he hummed thoughtfully. "You know, I would gladly take that job. I never learned to string it, but I expect I could learn."
At this, you couldn't hold back, exploding into almost maniac laughter. It was unbecoming of a queen to show such emotions, and yet, how could you not when he squatted before you, seriously thinking about how to string a corset for his wife-to-be. The big, mean, tyrannical emperor theorizing about ways to dress his wife was much too hilarious.
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you found him gazing at you with an unfamiliar, soft expression. Your showcase of emotions was apparently endearing rather than appalling. Yet, you coughed away the last few laughs, trying to return your composure despite your heart doing leaps in your chest. He was an oddball, mostly because he clearly was under your charm. But at the end of the day, he was still the most feared person on the entire continent.
The person who came to your rescue was, surprisingly, your maid, who returned to your side, and you looked up at her, a smile playing on your lips. In her hand was a cup of tea, still steaming, that she quickly placed on top of the dresser for you. Thoughtful.
"Please help me get ready," you ordered gently, handing her back the comb, and she nodded eagerly before giving the emperor another quick bow.
He grumbled a little, but got up much more agile than one would think from someone with his frame. "Have the meeting delayed," he ordered someone behind you, and you watched as a guard saluted before rushing out. You didn't know their faces or names yet, but none of them deserved his mistreatment. Yet, they served faithfully, so perhaps it was on you to make an effort in the future.
"What's your name?" you asked the maid, catching her surprised gaze in the mirror.
"Madeline, Your Majesty," she whispered quietly.
Behind you, the emperor plopped down onto your couch, sighing deeply before staring at your back with furrowed brows. As if you were a puzzle he had to solve. He didn't seem upset he had to wait, but something was clearly gnawing at him. Maybe it was why he was so infatuated with you, or why you'd stop him from reprimanding staff that he thought was below him. Whatever it was, you doubted that his coming up with an answer would be a good thing, but there were more serious matters to attend to.
A meeting, huh? you thought, reaching for the cup to take a sip. No one had told you about that, and now, the panic started to set in. This would be your first formal meeting with the ministers. You doubted they could change the emperor's mind, but you still hoped they'd like you, rather than despise you. With the effects of your charm, was that even possible?
"What a wonderful name," you eventually finished the conversation, letting her comb your hair, a tiny smile hushing over her lips, too. The emperor's eyes stayed on you for the whole time, and yet, all you could think about was this first step outside of this cage you called home. New responsibilities and new tasks were waiting for you, and regardless of having to juggle the emperor's moods, you'd have to prove yourself as empress now, a role you were even less qualified for than being a queen.
But as much as you wanted to return to your world, there wasn't a way back. Not one you knew about yet, at least. Looking into the mirror, you saw and felt the determination filling you. You'd survive no matter what. Giving up had never been an option for you. So forward it was, no turning back.
You had a feeling the ministers were suspicious of you.
Not that you'd blame them for looking down on you from their high horses, but they really had more gall than you thought they would, doing it in front of the emperor. The questions you suspected would come, did. Veiled in praise and buttering up to your husband, who kept refilling your teacup as if it was his only reason to even attend the meeting.
"Your Majesty's wisdom is unparalleled! Your choices are so... extravagant!"
"To think Your Majesty would find another suitable bride after going through so much heartbreak! How brave you are!"
"And how pretty you are, your Highness! Beauty from beyond our city that makes you almost exotic."
The sharp comments were nothing less than signs of their disapproval, and for once, you couldn't wait for your charm to blow their heads away. You did your best to answer their questions, their prying about your qualifications, and the belittling smiles and nods as you told them about what you did in your queendom. They were truly insufferable, but much to your surprise, the emperor didn't seem to heed them at all.
Perhaps that was the reason they even dared to mock you in veiled insults, because they were sure he didn't care. It still hurt. After all, he had told you he'd protect you from everything. Yet, you had to go through their scrutiny all on your own with a useless emperor stuffing your mouth with cookies whenever you opened your lips to say something.
And if that wasn't enough, after interrogating you like a fiend, they dared to kick you out.
You hated relying on your charm to get any benefits, but seeing the ministers exchange looks and then tell you to leave so they could talk about important matters in the empire was insulting beyond even your wildest dreams.
Yes, you weren't qualified. Yes, technically you weren't married yet. Yes, you didn't even want to be in the meeting! But kicking you out like that? That was too much.
Sulking, you stomped down the hallway. Not even a guard had been called to escort you. Even if you slowly grew to understand the maze of rooms in this castle, being without an escort was below your station for sure.
To his credit, the emperor had insisted you stay. However, seeing how the ministers were done with you and you didn't want to linger, you had told him you'd wait for him in the greenhouse for breakfast. He had gripped your hand, squeezing it tightly. But when you squeezed back in reassurance, he had let you go.
Well, you didn't expect anyone to like you here, but it seemed there truly was no one by your side... except the emperor.
As crazy as it was.
Rounding the corner, you walked by a little storage room for all things needed in the royal suites. The sound of giggling and voices made you come to an abrupt halt. You hadn't heard anyone laugh in this fortress of gloom before, curiosity clawing its way into your brain.
It wasn't very proper to eavesdrop, nor should you have. All that awaited you was more disappointment as you listened to gossip. But hearing people having normal conversations... it broke something in you. The need to socialize as a human being became overwhelming. You just wanted everything to be back to how it was in the past for once. Just one more time.
"And then... then she told him to screw off and leave me alone!"
Furrowing your brows, you realized you lacked a lot of context to the conversation. Still, at least the chatter seemed interesting enough.
"Oh, she didn't!"
"She did! Elric was there; he can vouch for it, right? Elric?"
"Huh, oh, yeah. I have never seen the emperor get berated like that; she really put him in his place!"
The emperor? Wait... were they talking about you?
"Ah, the empress is so wonderful, I tell you! She's so pretty and kind! She even asked me for my name! I barely managed to say it!"
"Lucky you, getting to serve her. I'm stuck with the finance minister, and I'll tell you, he is a devil when the emperor isn't looking. Always mistreats his staff and brags about how he's getting richer while we are getting poorer by the day. He's such an asshole."
"Whoa, don't let anyone hear you say that," Elric suddenly warned. "You know the walls aren't that thick. Let me close the door fully."
You flinched as you realized he was going to come up to the door, and you quickly jumped back, rounding the corner when you suddenly bumped into something hard on your back. A hand snaked around your mouth, holding it close while someone hushed you, and you listened as the door to the storage room opened, Elric presumably looking to see if there was anyone who could hear them, before the lock clicked close.
Scared by who was behind you, you slowly lifted your chin. Was it another person crazed by your charms? An assassin? Everything was possible at this point. The hand moved with you until your eyes met the fiery red of the emperor's. Black strands of hair fell around his face as he looked down, giving you a smug grin.
"The servants always have the funniest stories, don't they?" he inquired, and somehow, you understood that he was trying to teach you something. "You never know what's the truth, but it's good to listen to them. I never liked the minister of finance very much anyway."
"Did you follow me?!" you asked, flabbergasted.
"Maybe. Can't have my bride wander around and find out how adored she is on her own, can I? I wouldn't dare to miss the opportunity to see you flustered for once."
You felt the heat flush into your face as he revealed just how much he had heard of the conversation.
"Does that make you happy? To be liked?"
"Well..." you fumbled, twiddling your thumb. "I'm just glad they don't hate me. It gets lonely when the whole world is against you, you know?"
"I know," he admitted surprisingly, his gaze lost in the distance as you craned your neck to look up. He looked... resigned. At least for a small, vulnerable moment, the emperor wasn't his usual cruel, arrogant self. Then he slowly turned you around by the shoulders, and your gaze fell to his white shirt. A loud gasp ripped through the quiet hallway as you saw the huge, red stain on his chest.
"You're bleeding!" you quickly deduced, rushing forward, wanting to stop it. However, before you could, your wrists were caught by his hands, and you looked up at him, unsure and anxious.
"I so love it when you worry about me," he muttered, leaning forward to rub his lips against your forehead. "But it isn't mine. Look closely, I'd be having problems standing if it was my blood."
"But..." you argued, looking again, even though you felt disgusted. "It looks so fresh..."
"Because it is."
Confused, you looked up at him, the emperor bringing both your hands to his lips, kissing them gently. He seemed to melt into your palms, pressing them against his face for a few moments before pulling away and lowering them.
"By now it seems everyone is completely infatuated with you. You have them all wrapped around your little finger, even turning the heads of the ministers as you left. They were drooling over you, so I had to make them understand that you are very precious and very off-limits." His words stopped for a moment, lips curling into a broad grin. "Very mine."
"I wanted to change before meeting with you, but it seems my fiancée has a knack for court gossip. I couldn't pass up on learning this about you."
"We said no more bloodshed!"
"Oh, but I simply taught them a lesson. It's not my fault that they bleed when you hit them, darling."
"You... you are..."
"Perfect?" he joked, his lips spreading from ear to ear in a huge grin. "Amazing? In love? I am all these things, but feel free to end the sentence as you intended."
"Insufferable!" you huffed. "And the blood disgusts me. Don't show yourself in front of me like this. I hate it."
With that, you tore your hands out of his grip that was much too loose for the possessive emperor. Maybe you had gone too far, said things you couldn't take back. But how else were you supposed to handle the situation? You couldn't live with this cruelty, always suspecting it would fall back on you one day. If not that, there was no saying if his tyranny wouldn't give the people a reason to rise against him—including you.
And the thought of blood... it brought you back to the battlefield. The very same you had to run from, where countless people lost their lives because of you. Or, well, your character. The one that determined how these things changed and how you became who you are now.
It reminded you of failure and disgust. Towards the emperor and towards... yourself.
You didn't look back at the man you left behind. Didn't watch the puzzled expression on his face slowly turn into something grimmer, something abhorrent. The mask slipping to reveal his true feelings as he chuckled to himself in the empty hallway. Watching you storm away with eyes that belonged to a predator who had finally found the prey he wanted to subdue and be subdued by.
Because you made his cold heart beat again. Made it crash against his ribs with more force than the adrenaline on the battlefield. You were better than anything he had done before to feel again, and you gave him a reason to become even worse than he already was, killing whoever laid their eyes on you. When he thought about what it would be like if you loved him, too, it almost brought him to his knees, leaving him filled with euphoria. But if you never did...
He would destroy everything in the way of making you completely and utterly his.
Then may i request for ticket taker stalking reader via the mirrors please ❤️
Thank you for requesting him!! ♥ I used the nickname 'Bil' he has been given since 'Ticket taker' is such a handful to write and read!
There you were.
Fragility incarnate, your hands ghosting over the mirrors, never touching them completely and smearing the filth of the world that enveloped you with them. They were merely a guide for you to traverse a world so unfamiliar to you, but perfect for him.
Bil should have stayed away. Curiosity was for young, naive hunters, not predators of his age and wisdom. Just being alone with you in this tent was a play with fire, duty and logic holding him back from touching a flame that would burn him so bitterly. No matter how much he loved his 'family', a pet like you wasn't readily shared, and the red ticket in your pocket and green heart on your collar confirmed that.
And yet, having a taste of something so delicious dangled in front of him was much too tempting an offer to pass up on.
He called watching you 'observing'. Making sure that—despite his neutral stance on whether you were good enough to keep with the troop or not—you were good enough to know about his kind. The question lingered in his mind whenever he watched you walk on Pierrot's side or explore the circus much too freely for his liking.
If you saw everyone's true form—the one that made humans scream, curse, fight—would you still smile so warmly at him when he welcomed you to the circus? Would you still hum while traversing his mirror maze, not showing discomfort but quite the opposite? Would you be curious? Cheerful?
Would you survive seeing the real monster deep down inside him?
After years of being hunted, shunned, and seeing his own kind enslaved and killed, Bil couldn't help but wonder what you'd do. Few had been sympathetic, and even fewer were willing to associate with him or the circus after learning what they were doing behind closed curtains. It would not have surprised him if you'd be the same as them, perhaps not downright hostile, but apprehensive at least. However, it would have disappointed him, if he was quite honest with himself.
Bil would have been lying had he not admitted your charms a long time ago. They might have come naturally to you, a carefree lightness even when faced with unpleasantness. It didn't change how it made him feel about you, though. Even at your worst, you were still much more likable than most other humans. You still cared for others even when you were sick, and asked how his day was despite the two of you spending so little time together.
Usually, you were accompanied by either Pierrot or Harlequin. It was rare for you to be rid of either, and Bil didn't meddle when it was their turn to enjoy your company. It simply wasn't his place to, even if he couldn't deny searching for you in the crowd when he had a calm moment to himself. But what those two lacked in restraint, Bil had in abundance, never letting this twisted desire in his stomach direct how he acted.
Just here, in his seemingly endless halls of mirrors, did he have you all to himself. Only here did he get some time to walk with you, which was otherwise denied to him. Only here did he get to watch you be yourself, not Pierrot's dearest, nor Harlequin's darling. And although your fingers didn't touch the mirrors, when he pressed against the cold glass from the other side, it was almost like you were holding hands.
For a human, you were a sight to behold. It wasn't like him to leer, but the way your body moved was like a hypnotic dance. Every twist and turn of your skin and muscles drew him in like a starving lion to a willing prey. Bil reckoned it was more instinct than attraction, but if it had just been the movement of your body, it might have been the truth.
But it wasn't. He'd not stare at your lips for so long if he didn't want to ravage them. He would not have craved the touch of hands on his body so much if it was "just" instinct. And he most certainly would not have imagined himself in Pierrot's place if it wasn't for an unexplainable affection he felt for you.
Had you been any other fool that wandered through the circus, he wouldn't have given it a second thought. Order and diligent efforts were things he appreciated, but imagining covering your face with a mask and turning you into a lifeless puppet to fulfill the tasks he'd give you granted him no pleasure whatsoever.
Even the simple inquiry of your ticket and your willingness to show it to him was enough to fill his chest with pride. If you lost that genuine submission, Bil had a feeling he'd regret it bitterly. If he wanted you to follow orders, it was for different reasons. For safety and Jester's goodwill. Or, perhaps, for both of your pleasure, if it ever came to it.
Thinking of the look on your face you'd have on your knees before him, both afraid and comfortable, sent a raging jolt right through him. But despite the grin he couldn't seem to wipe off his face, there were more dire matters to attend to.
You had stopped, gracefully and enticingly, in the middle of the last row of mirrors, dim reflections shimmering beneath the surfaces of everyone who mattered in this circus. Your friend Pierrot and Harlequin, who were pressing against their glasses, fighting for your attention. Jester and Doctor who stood patiently, knowing their turns would come. And Bil who watched you from the shadow, knowing he wasn't a consideration of yours, even though it pained him.
Would you, too, one day have your mirror hear? A rare, hidden one that would celebrate the one human that wormed their way into each member's heart? A tremendous occasion and a bittersweet reminder, just like Columbina's.
An unusual tapping on the glass of Bil's mirror tore him out of his thoughts; the image of a beautiful, small mirror decorated with mementos and flowers befitting of you disappeared as he looked ahead, staring right into your beautiful face.
"Ticket taker?" you asked. "Are you not going to tell me a story this time?"
Once more, his chest was filled with a sense of pride as he remembered the first time you enjoyed his mirror maze. The way he had warned you of the dangers lurking, your eyes shimmering with excited curiosity he had never seen before. You had done as he told you, chuckled at the others' visions, and nodded seriously when needed. And at the last one, he had watched you wipe some stray tears from your eyes before walking to the exit, Pierrot hugging you a little longer than usual once you two reunited.
You had compassion, maybe a little too much. And you genuinely did things because you wanted, not because you had been forced to. It was so endearing to the hope he had long banished. There couldn't be a human who wanted this. Wanted him. Yet, at the same time, you were so foolish, walking into a lion's den, expecting to get out unharmed.
"Oh? What story would you like to hear?" he asked, stepping into the faint light reflected in the mirror. Your pupils blew wide, not out of fear, but rather because you tried to see him. Yet Bil stayed just out of your vision, his form merely ghosting by even though you tried to see him.
"How about..." you mumbled, humming as you thought. "A story about you?"
His heart skipped a beat at your request, a longing to soothe your curiosity spreading through his body. He wanted nothing more than to tell you whatever you wanted, the words collecting in his throat, ready to spill out like a river of confessions.
Yet, all he did was put on a gentle smile, finally stepping close enough for you to see.
"An interesting request. To think I'd pique your curiosity," Bil mused, restraint causing him to ball his fists behind his back. "But it's a curiosity I cannot quench, I'm afraid."
Your shoulders deflated in the adorable way you showed your disappointment. The smile on your face cracked as your feelings became clear, yet you forced it to remain steady so as not to worry him.
"That's okay, I figured as much," you whispered, looking down at the floor. "Sorry for asking something unreasonable."
"You figured?" Bil asked before he could stop himself. Saying things on a whim didn't suit him. Careful, thought-through words were more like him, after all.
"Yes, I mean..." Your eyes flitted back to the other mirrors, and you fidgeted with your hands as you faced him again. "I know you don't like me very much. I just thought we could get closer this way. Sorry for pushing this on you."
For once, Bil was too stunned to think of a quick reply.
He? Not liking you very much? How could you say that when you made his heart beat wildly just with your smile?
"Now, why the gloom?" he asked, reaching out, his hand passing through the mirror as if the barrier didn't exist. He shouldn't have revealed himself, shouldn't give away his prized abilities. But seeing you so disheartened... how could he not comfort you?
"I apologize if I made the impression of not wanting you here."
Lifting your chin, he looked right into your eyes. They were shining in the light, or perhaps those were unshed tears collecting. The sight of them made his stomach knot, not in hunger, yet not out of innocent intentions either. It only made him want to hold you more. Want to assure you nothing was wrong.
"I quite enjoy your... dedication to our establishment."
It wasn't a lie, but not the complete truth either. A professional response, although his heart screamed for more.
"Really?" you muttered. "Harlequin said you found me bothersome and a liability..."
Clicking his tongue, a wave of anger hit Bil harder than it had in years. That blabbermouth. A foolish fool. And it angered him even more that in the past, he had regarded you like this. Perhaps you still were a liability, but bothersome? Not to him, at least. Still, it wasn't Harlequin's place to use Bil's words against him, and he'd have to have a stern word with the younger clown.
"I assure you," Bil said pointedly, perhaps a little too sharp, his anger not directed at you. Seeing your eyes waver, he softened his tone instead, taking a deep breath before speaking. "He was joking."
Immediately, your face brightened. A genuine smile caught your lips, so kissable, so biteable. How would they taste? How would it be to drown in your kiss? Perhaps Bil needed to ask Pierrot about it next time, just to be informed, of course.
"I'm glad!" you exclaimed, tension fleeting as you took a painful step back from him, escaping his touch lingering on your chin. "Let's talk again soon, then!"
Waving your hand back at him as you turned towards the exit, you left Bil behind you like an afterthought. Only the big smile and energetic wave you did before disappearing in the light of the circus were signs of your kindheartedness. However, he couldn't help but harbor rotten feelings as you left him behind.
You were supposed to stay, and he was supposed to watch over you for every second. Yet, all he could do was savor the feeling of his touch on his fingertips, balling his hand into a fist as it started to disappear. You weren't his. But since no one had declared you theirs yet, you were no one's either. And if that was the case...
There was nothing stopping him from making you his.
Please... Please feed us the Valko yandere headcanons. I beg of thee
I am struggling to do it because I really want to, but I also feel that I don't know enough about it him so it's arbitrary speculation to write for him... But at the same time we might never know so, ya know, yolo.
Thanks for requesting, get ready for dog-puns, hehe ♥
Edit: This ended up being a bit of a word-vomit lol, hope you guys enjoy!
❥ If the obsession is still in its earlier stages, he definitely gives you the scary-dog-privileges. All smiles when you face him and talk to him directly, and baring his teeth, looking down on anyone who dares to get close to you, like a rabid dog, whenever your back is turned. Even the people from his companies no longer look you in the eyes, too afraid of the consequences—rightly so. You start to feel like people are avoiding you, but they are actually avoiding the man that stalks behind you, whether you know it or not. The only moment he calms down is when you hook your arm around his or hold his hand. It's a sign of ownership enough to soothe his overprotective jealousy.
❥ Hands down, I think he wants to be leashed by you. Sure, he plays the role of independent, clever, strong, big, bad wolf, but if you were to put a collar on him and tug him around on a leash, Valko wouldn't complain. In fact, he'd follow you everywhere, never straining the leash like an unruly dog, and even follow commands (unless you're in danger if he doesn't act). He'd be a blushing, hunched-over mess the whole time, and he'd love every minute of public embarrassment and even more if it's in private and you're taking the reins in the relationship—at least that's what he's thinking about while he waits for you to come outside of the coffeeshop after you told him to stay put while you go order. And yes, if you want him to, he wears the collar anywhere, be it in the office or at home; Valko will be ready to be picked up from puppy daycare.
❥ Drugging you with chocolate also starts early. Not only does he have to find out about your favorite sweets composition, but he also has to find out which drugs work best and in which category. He brings non-drugged chocolate to outings you two enjoy together. Hence, you're not suspicious about him giving you chocolate later. Later, he tries the first sleepy chocolates on movie nights. You won't get suspicious why you keep falling asleep (sometimes deeper or faster than other times) if the movies are lowkey bad, after all. And the very special, very delicate, very arousing chocolate... well, he might have given it to you a few times when you two had a special occasion like an anniversary dinner or hanging out with friends, anywhere where things wouldn't escalate and you could excuse yourself. After all, one of the only things that keep him from pouncing when you smell so delectable is that he's unwilling to share anyone with you. He's also reluctant to force himself into your home after cutting the date short because you are 'unwell'. But as if he has a hunch, one day, this knowledge will serve him, and he's preparing you for it.
❥ Sometimes, Valko brings home and puts new chocolate flavors he developed against your skin, letting the bar melt before licking it off you. It's his new favorite way to combine his hobbies and interests, and he decides whether to keep producing the chocolate based on how well it pairs with your body's taste. Basically, all the people eating the chocolate from his company now eat choco that works the best when paired with your body. Congratulations! And for once, Valko isn't even jealous or unhappy with it, because he knows that no one else gets to taste the full potential aside from him.
❥ Sooo many acts of service. Even when his obsession one day explodes, and your liking of him turns into hatred, Valko will never let you fend for yourself. You may throw dinner in his face every night for a week, and he'll still make you a second plate and try to feed you, or at least watch you eat, so he makes sure you're not going hungry. Even if you punch, kick, or scream, he still tends to your wounds every night, no matter how many times you insult or scratch him in the process. And he draws you a bath any time you ask or look uncomfortable, even leaving you alone for the duration unless you need his help washing yourself for one reason or another. Valko still buys you flowers to decorate your room, makes the nest bed every day, and tells you jokes even though you don't react to them anymore. And he still kisses and holds you, even if you're only a mere shell of your past self, his love and loyalty to you never wavering.
❥ But before that stage even kicks in, there are so many more things he does. If you are still clueless, he is known to steal food right out of your hand or feed it to himself instead of letting you have it. To you, it looks like he's just teasing you and joking around; to him, it's just another way to claim you. It also encourages you to do the same to him, and seeing you indirectly kiss something he has just makes him rock hard, and his brain short-circuit.
❥ Technically, he provides you with enough clothes, going shopping with you or restocking your dresser when you're not looking. But even after locking you somewhere secure and only accessible to him, he still steals all your clothes. He even has a little room dedicated to you where he stashes everything he takes, never throwing anything out and rolling around in it after hard days. Of course, with underwear being the closest to your body, it's the most desirable thing to have for him, but Valko isn't picky. He'll take shirts, accessories, even perfumes or deodorant that are almost empty. Or your bedsheets and towels. Sometimes it's the thought of you wearing/using it that counts; other times it's just his obsession with your scent kicking it, so it depends on the day what strikes his fancy.
❥ As we know, he loves skinship. However, turns out that's hard when you're a yandere in love with a darling that is vehemently not. So aside from pushing himself against you like the needy pup he is, rubbing his body against yours or embracing you to inhale your scent and cuddle with you even if you protest, he also takes your hands hostage when he can't take it anymore. Admittedly, it sounds harsher than it is; he just moves your hands to his head, rubbing them through his hair/fur, or forces you to pet his ears. It never fulfills him 100%, but it's much better than nothing, especially if you give in sometimes and do it out of your own volition. Then, it's heaven to Valko. He also encourages this by brushing your hair or massaging you (even if you don't want him to), hoping it will make you more comfortable in touching him back at some point. Perhaps you'd even pet him, then? Wishful thinking, but tempting, and he knows it.
❥ He totally gets off on you touching and playing with his ears. If you pull on them, it will definitely give him masochistic pleasure, but you can also tease and do some denial play with how you handle his ears. He'll be literally pudding in your hands if you're gentle, though, and you can manipulate him to a certain degree into doing what you want when he's so love- and pleasure-drunk.
❥ Valko is the absolute worst yandere of the LIs to sleep with. It's basically big-dog-cuddles where he forces himself into your bed and sleeps, crushing you beneath him. He always has to hold on to you in some way, and you could (and do) scream in the summertime because it's just so HOT with him radiating heat like an oven. And no, you don't get your own blanket; you either share or accept Valko as your temporary blanket, but the man moves so little in the night that it gets uncomfortable quick. And yes, there have been instances when he got hard from a lewd dream, suckled your skin, licked or groped you, and overall, just woke you up for no fault of yours. There is no escape. You either spoon or perish between the mattress and him; there is no in-between except if you're hurt and he needs to be extra careful, causing him to sleep sitting on a chair next to your bed instead since he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you. Oh, and since his ears and tail are always out, the latter even curled around you: dog hairs galore!
❥ I don't actually think Valko would force himself on you as some kind of punishment or instinct, even when he's so aroused and needy. He'd rather jerk off at your feet, begging for you to touch him, than force you to have sex, but the special chocolate is always somewhere near, ready to be used when things get dire. There might be a time when you need a little more convincing to let him take care of your already existing, natural needs. Or your scent is driving him wild, Valko wanting nothing more than to drown in your crotch with his mouth around your sex so he can get his fill of your arousal scent. So if convincing doesn't help, maybe a piece of chocolate or a hot cocoa will do the trick. He's always ready, but he wishes the first time you two would completely fall into lust would happen more naturally, and he will regret it if it doesn't. It just doesn't stop him completely, either.
❥ Valko is so incredibly clingy with you. Even when he realizes that things won't be the same after what he's done with you, his hands are always on you. You could be lying on the couch, and he'd still find a way to massage your feet, spoon you, or pick you up to place you in a more favorable position with your head on his lap or vice versa. The moments he can't be with you are killing him; he's irritable at work, which people only allow him because of his genius, and he's a velcro dog at home, standing in front of the bathroom door, waiting for you to let him in while you're in there to brush your teeth or use the toilet. He'll build you a kennel or playroom if he must, so he can take you to work, accessible only to him and by elevator directly to the garage, so no one gets to see you except Valko.
❥ If you manage to escape him, he will hunt you down. No one can step into his path and remain alive or standing once he crosses their path. Trees get wrecked, people are killed, and your scent is still as fresh in his nose as it was when he held you. No matter how long, how far, how different you are, he will find you. There's not even a sliver of doubt. He will come for you, standing by your side at some point, looking down at you furiously. But when he touches you, picks you up, his hands are gentle as he presses himself against you, nuzzling his face into you, telling you he was so worried and he missed you so much, and you realize he's angry with himself rather than with you. He won't listen to your complaints, won't hesitate to bring you back, bathe you, feed you, take care of you. But the worst you will ever take away from it is him forcing a kiss on you before pulling away, ashamed of himself for losing his cool, but that's just how desperate he feels.
❥ That doesn't mean you can't get hurt by his claws or fangs. Most of the time it's unintentional, when he touches you while his claws are out. Valko will totally freak out, cursing and bringing too many bandages and ointments for a little scratch. So even if you reassure him over and over, he'll make a big fuss out of it, breaking off the claw that scratched you. Yet, you can watch him stare at the droplets of blood for a little too long, gulping a little too hard to deny that he wants to lick it up. As for the fangs: once the curtain falls and he gets to ravage you, biting becomes almost a daily thing. To mark you, to possess you, to let anyone (who won't see you because Valko won't let them) know you are his. And especially so that YOU don't forget it when you look in the mirror the day after. Once that is done, he will also nibble on you occasionally just for fun: your earlobe, lips, fingers. Nipples and thighs are not spared either, and you still have much more body to taste.
❥ Sometimes he'll use your body like a chew toy, especially in sleep. At least your yelps and flinches will wake him up and make him stop.
❥ Yes, he will hunt you in his full wolf-form too if necessary. Still, he'll be just as gentle and careful cradling you to himself, and even be unhappy that you smell more fearful than ever seeing his monster form. But sometimes, it's the fastest and easiest way to get to you, and that's the only thing that counts.
❥ In the end, his punishments are rather tame with locked doors and shackles if you fight against him. Valko can definitely be provoked into doing more harmful things, but it will take a looooong time and a lot of goading from you; it's not worth the effort. He'd have to be so desperate and out of options to actually hurt you, exhausting every possibility before that.
❥ Definitely a yandere who wants babies—plural, multiple. The bigger the family, the better. He also wants to introduce you to his parents/elders, but realizes it might be hard with the kind of... situation you two have. Still, maybe having a pup or twelve will make you more agreeable to be released into the wild again. And if you can't get pregnant? Valko will find the perfect pups for you to take care of, no worries!
HIHIHIHI I am giggling like a teeny! So you want to tell me we get a possessive yandere WHO‘S ALSO super desperate and blushes like crazy just from seeing a bit more cleavage or whichever part he likes?!?!?!!?!??
Then I remembered he‘s not going to release.
Oh well, still fun to think about. He would totally steal clothes let‘s be honest ;)
Here‘s the vid if you guys have tiktok!
TikTok - Make Your Day
EDIT: HE HAS A CHOCOLATE FACTORY?!?!?!?!?! I didn't watch the video to the end before but I just did and HELLO?!?!?!?!?!? All the drugged choco we want and more xD
I actually wrote two pretty long requests and now I am stuck on the corrections and edits and I'm just... procrastinating them so hard :') New stories are going to take a while y'all, my bad >-<
Oh, if only I were a native English speaker, the things I would do and write OTL
Hai! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you'd be open to writing for Sylus from LADs again? I really love his character and I think he makes a really fun yan :D
Yeah totally! I love Sylus, but the only request I have for him is nsfw and I'm not feeling it right now ^^' So feel free to send in a request if you want!
A random thought, seeing a post of yours on my dash.
How exactly does a yandere deal with a sick darling? Because as someone with polycystic ovary syndrome, ADHD, autism, and possible other medical conditions that are yet to be diagnosed? I have the feeling that I'd be a very terrible darling to a yandere.
For background context, polycystic ovary syndrome has the side effect of inducing infertility. So yandere can't get me pregnant to tie me down. ADHD and Autism means that yandere has to be careful with what they do, Because there's a whole range of buffs and debuffs that ADHD and autism give a person and when acting in comorbidity with each other, the effects are never the same.
I'd be a terrible darling or object of obsession. So, how would a yandere put up with me?
Okay, I accept that everyone will be mad at me again for writing about disabilities and illnesses, but I actually love the topic. It's near and dear to me that we talk about our favorite tropes in connection to our everyday lives, so if you want to call me ableist again, please do it in your head.
Also, I'm not going into too many specifics, because that topic honestly is for everyone who ever struggled with anything, so I want to purposefully vague for everyone to enjoy, besides giving some examples. Everyone is unique, but there are ways for everyone as well ♥
So, you asked me for it, and although I am terribly late with answering, I will give you the hard, devastating truth:
Your yandere loves you.
I know with how I write it more leaning towards the horror trope, it is easier to forget what the whole point about yandere is, but they love you, and they‘ll find a way to live with you, so you are never a terrible darling! They want both the good and bad days, where things are harder to manage and those that you can put on a carefree smile for. You are perfect as you are and they want you not despite but regardless! You are worthy of a yandere‘s love just like everyone else! You see the struggles but they only see how much they love you, and will put the world upside down to accommodate you 😊
❥ In all honesty, it's very likely that your yandere knows about your diagnosis even before they take you away from the cruel world that you need to be shielded from. They may have seen the documents, the pills, the equipment you need, and done their own research from there. Or they just had to know every nook and cranny of your very being, studying you as if you are quite literally a subject meant for their eyes only. Don't think someone as observant as a yandere wouldn't notice the signs of sickness or the struggles that plague and hold you back in your everyday life.
❥ And if they didn't? If you were a spontaneous case of infatuation, they just had to kidnap without any preparation? If there is one thing a yandere will do, it is move heaven and hell if it means appearing favorably before you. Sooner or later, the truth will come out, no matter how much you might try to hide or mask it. Latest when you are too exhausted from fighting and pleading, everything you bottled up will spill out. But no matter what you need, your yandere will provide it after the initial confusion. There's no second thought when it comes to giving their all for you.
❥ Let's face the music: whether they know it or not, these circumstances can actually put you in a dangerous situation, yet appreciated ones for the yandere. You might struggle with your illnesses and disabilities, but a yandere will find an advantage in them, even if you were to make it extra hard on purpose. Just to name a few:
❥ Depressed? My, they can't wait to spend all day cuddling you in bed, taking you for a bath, and feeding you delicious take-out! PCOS? Who gets to play knight in shining armor, tending to your pains and holding you when the mood shifts? Your yandere, exactly. At least your favorite snacks are stocked in case of emergency. Social anxiety? You never have to do anything in your life on your own anymore. The yandere might tell you how bad everyone outside is until you cling to them in public. But phone calls? Pff, you don't even have to talk to baristas if you don't want to. ADHD/Autism? Whatever your buffs and debuffs are, don't you think your yandere will find that sweet, sweet spot with which they can coerce you? Show you they are so capable, kind, and able to take care of you? They just need to listen to you and find out what they need to do to gain your favor; it's almost too easy to make themselves look helpful and caring.
❥ And to bring up my other "ableist" post from before: Wheelchair users may have a disadvantage on escapes, but the princess treatment? On point. The full experience without even saying anything? Being carried around, driven around, always getting massages and things brought to you? You may want to be independent, but your yandere is doing an awfully good job of making you wish you weren't. Honestly goes for every disability and sickness though. They'll treat you so well, it will be hard to remain angry and defiant with them, if I'm honest, even if every yandere has their own quirks and ways to go about it. But they know that actually helping you when you need them will only bring you two closer, so they will do whatever is necessary.
❥ So what about the times a yandere isn't so nice? What about punishments, you may ask? Well, that, on the other hand, might actually depend on your condition. Because sometimes being mean and hurting you doesn't really punish you in a way that sticks. Sure, a bruise hurts regardless, but sometimes manipulation, disappointment, the cold, hunger, darkness, etc. might be more effective than just screaming and violence. Imagine what would help you when you have a flare-up, and then think of the complete opposite = your punishment.
❥ Sure, if your tummy hurts and they punch you in it, that will punish you as well. But will it hurt as much as being locked away in a storage room with no food or drink, no possibility to lie comfortably, surrounded by cold while not knowing how much time passes? Not hearing your yandere walk around while you are ridden with pain and no one there to help or care for you? In the comforts of everyday life, we sometimes forget that without simple things like medicine or the comfort of our home, we would be much worse off no matter what plagues us. And being isolated makes some conditions so much harder to endure—even if the punishment ends eventually.
❥ In the end, it's a learning process for both the yandere... and you. You might reconsider eating the food they made you next time, even if you think you might not like it, if the alternative is getting it shoved down your throat. Or refusing to go out with them on a date, instead getting dragged out and brought to a cliffside where you have to fear for your life as they tell you about how beautiful it would be if you two could rest beneath the stars here together forever. Some methods might not be as effective over time as they were the first time, but as you evolve, so does your yandere. Never forget they are as adaptive as you are, yet they still choose to care about you every single moment of their life.
❥ Pregnancy is nice (supposedly), but there are other ways to bind you to them, don't worry. Children are always a risk the yandere has to fight for your affection, even if it's the yandere's kid, so they might not want them in the first place. But there are other things and creatures that can make you happy—if the yandere isn't enough. How about a pet? A new hobby? A kink? There's always breeding, roleplay, etc. Anything to make you forget about your condition for a while and put you on cloud nine.
❥ They really wouldn't back down from using your meds against you, giving you higher or lower doses to make your wish of pregnancy come true if you really wanted it. Massages to stimulate, hormones to emulate, and their words whispered into your ear until you almost believe it. They won't mind filling you up and telling you how wonderful you look, swollen with their seed, and a pill here or a pill missed there will make you nauseous enough to pretend it's a wonder. If the yandere is up to it, they will most definitely kidnap you a child if that pleases you. Or a pet if they aren't so happy about a crying baby whose mouth the yan has to feed for the next eighteen years and share your affection with.
❥ That said, binding you to them is important, of course, regardless of how they do it. Showing you how capable they are and how well they take care of you is the groundwork to exploit more of the perhaps confusing feelings you might have for them after a while. But I hope that makes you see that, regardless of how your body and mind work, they will still find a way to love you deeply and forever. There is no greater feeling than to see you smile if they did a good job, no matter how brief your admittance is. It's just a shame that, no matter what, their love will always isolate and oppress you, but maybe you learn to at least appreciate that you are all there is in the yandere's mind, no matter what adjustments and care they have to make to show their love to you.
I can totally see Wesker casually giving his darling the "Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?" speech after recapturing her during the 8th or 9th escape attempt. He's honestly quite impressed, she makes it farther and farther each time. It just shows how he made the right choice for her to be his goddess.
Totally agree with both of you. He truly is such a peach, which makes me want to see him suffer a little and not get everything handed to him that easily, hehe >:D
"Now, now. Stop pouting, will you? It's quite impressive to see how much stronger you get day after day, but do you really have to show it in such an absurd way? Did you really think you could escape this time? Even if you made it to the border, I was able to easily catch up to you. You're becoming predictable, sweetheart."
Silent tears rolled off your cheeks as you sat in the lukewarm bath, arms crossed in front of you. Your gaze was stubbornly lowered to the water rippling around your body, and you averted your eyes from your own skin, disgusted with what you were seeing.
The changes were undeniable. You were slowly turning into something you didn't recognize, a monster that made it hard to love yourself. And yet, Albert sat on the rim of the bathtub, unbothered by your appearance. Smiling contentedly as he stirred the water, testing the temperature as if he hadn't just brutally dragged you back through the thick forest around his secret base.
The scales on your body were the only thing that protected you against the harshness of the dirt and branches that tore at you, only cracking beneath Albert's grip. Yet your muscles still hadn't adjusted to the changes, and your body was still hurting after your failure. Like it did every time.
Slowly, you began to believe that you'd never escape him.
"All I ask of you is to stay inside and keep me company; is that too much to ask?" Albert's words were mocking, his voice patronizing.
"I'm not a child. I should be allowed to go out when I want to."
"I'm sure you'd be a hit with your fellow humans, looking like this."
And just like this, his gentleness turned sharp. Tugging your legs closer to your chest, you knew he was right. You looked hideous, disfigured, but at the end of the day, you were still human, right? Your heart was still beating like everyone else's. No matter your looks, surely there was a place for you somewhere that wasn't here by Albert's side.
"How did you think this would end? They'd let you feed on them, laughing off your manic episodes? Face it, darling, there is no place for you out there. Here, I keep you safe and provide for you. I even dote on you—like this."
Albert stood, opening the closest cabin door and pulling a bottle with shimmering liquid from it. This time, you watched him, raising an eyebrow as he unscrewed the lid and poured the contents into the bath. Immediately, the scent of cinnamon hit you, a nostalgic feeling washing through you as it reminded you of the cookies you used to bake for Christmas.
It was clearly another attempt to manipulate you. Of showcasing his well-meaning, even though that only applied if he wanted to do something. If your wishes didn't align with his, Albert treated you like an irresponsible child and an experiment he was ready to discard at any second. But even though you knew this, as the scent hit you, your body relaxed, these pleasant memories acting like a mood stabilizer. And once again, he was winning an argument you never stood a chance fighting.
However, despite the well-meant reminder of better times, your body suddenly began to burn as the liquid spread through the bathwater. You scrambled to get up and out of the water, hissing as the pain spread over your skin, invading every already existing wound and tearing it wide open.
"It hurts!" you screeched, and for once, Albert reacted alarmed. The bottle discarded, he picked you up into his arms, pulling you out of the water before setting you down on the bathroom rug. He cursed under his breath as he quickly pulled off his wet shirt and threw both yours and his towel over your head. It didn't stop the pain immediately; only when Albert rubbed the coarse fabric over your skin were you distracted from the pain.
"Ow!" you sobbed, unable to do anything as your muscles cramped up, the scent of cinnamon all around you and now associated with pain rather than pleasure. It took a while for the burning sensation to turn into one of dullness while Albert kept drying your body with the towels, the fabric getting stuck on the scales, only making you cry more as he pulled hard on them.
"Would you look at that," Albert sighed, sitting back on his haunches once he was sure he got all the water off. "Here I thought it would make you happy, but instead you developed an allergy."
"Not on purpose!" you fought weakly. "I just want this to stop, Albert. It all hurts so much."
"Come on now," he sighed, leaning forward and pulling your head against his chest. "How can you say that when you are so close to perfect, my sweet?"
"This is torture," you muttered into his skin, unable to stop yourself from inhaling his familiar scent, the only thing that managed to calm you these days even though it made you want to throw up into his face. Clearly, it was just another trick of yours, making you more dependent, your mouth watering as you imagined the taste of his blood.
"Just kill me already."
Instead of showing any compassion, Albert tangled his fingers into your hair, tugging it back harshly and forcing your head away from his neck. His eyes were as amused as they were cold, his fondness of you never wavering despite you turning into something grotesque and so far from your real self. But in his eyes, you were improving rather than becoming a monster, and his affection never flickered in the light of your scales or sharp teeth.
"This is a minor inconvenience, darling. Don't be discouraged by such a small setback. You'll see, soon you'll be fully transformed. You'll be perfect—god-like. My match in every possible way. You have already realized your new strength and prowess, so don't lose hope so close to the goal."
His hand reached for yours in an attempt at comfort, but all you could feel was the wetness spreading over your skin as he squeezed tightly. Both sets of eyes lowered to your hand, a grotesque sight of bloody flesh mass making you gasp before more tears shot into your eyes.
"I'll fix that, sweetheart. One more shot will put your regeneration powers into work, and you'll be back to normal in no time."
Not your normal. His normal.
This time you cried loudly into his chest as he lifted you off the ground, your body feeling like it was melting away. Albert's steps were steady as he carried you out of the bathroom, yet a little faster than he normally strode.
"A little reaction is no reason to panic, darling," he tried to reassure you. Somehow, it felt like he needed this reassurance more than you.
Because as you felt your body dissolve, all you could think about was that maybe this way, finally, you'd be able to escape this madness.
SO happy to see that you write for Whitney!! Can I please request what he’ll do if reader ended up getting pregnant?
I write for aaaaaall of them, I love the DoL cast ngl! Thank you for requesting!
"I think—ugh... I think I could be... pregnant?"
Your words were carefully chosen, hesitant, unsure. You'd never really stood up to him in the first place, but this time was different. You were different, and Whitney had noticed it for a few days now.
To him, you had always been a victim. From the way you dressed to the things you had to do at your orphanage. It wasn't like his life was any less shitty than yours, but you were a special case of victim, one as miserable, if not more, than himself. Bullying you gave back some of the control Whitney felt slipping from him every day. It made him feel strong and better than anyone else. As long as he poured all his negativity on you, he felt free. You were a stepping stone to him, nothing more.
That's what he'd been telling himself, at least.
His eyes widened as he listened to your words. Seeing you run off to the bathroom in the middle of class had not only been unusual for you, but also excited him. It felt like an act of rebellion that Whitney could fight you on, mock you for, and push you back into your place. His heart was racing as he peaced out from the class and went after you instead, but when he found you hanging over the toilet in one of the stalls, he hesitated.
The smell of puke hung unmistakably in the air, your breathing ragged with saliva still dripping from your lips. Lips he used to ravage just days ago, your body a map he knew well after weeks of studying it. Bullying you had been fun at first, but Whitney recognized that you had more uses than just seeing the light dim in your eyes every time he did something to you.
It had been the idea of his friends to take advantage of you to satisfy their needs. The number of times he dragged you into a classroom and forced you to serve the people who followed him around like lost dogs had been countless. And yet, the only one to ever taste more of you, the real, naked, vulnerable you, had only ever been him. If you told him that you had slept with no one else, he would believe you in a heartbeat, as meek as you were, your pussy had taken on the shape of his cock every time he forced himself on you.
So that would mean...
"Pregnant?!" Whitney screeched, his voice a few octaves higher than usual before he caught himself, clearing his throat.
"Be so for real, you slut, who knocked you up? Who'd even touch someone so disgusting?"
Wiping your face on your sleeve, you dared to glare up at Whitney from your seat on the ground, an expression so unlike yourself, yet so befitting of your circumstance.
He'd never admit it. Admit that he'd been watching your every move. That he only came to class to see what you were up to. You were a thorn in his side, and yet, he couldn't take his eyes off you as you bloomed like a rose. Even though you looked more tired than usual, you were glowing as you walked down the hall, heads turning everywhere you went. Your movements were strained when you sat down or got up from the floor after being pushed down by him, yet the twisting of your body seemed more erotic than ever before.
If you were pregnant... could that be the reason?
No-fucking-way, Whitney didn't have a kink like that.
And yet, your defiant glare and the short, snapped, "You, obviously!" you barked back at him, made him tense and aroused at the same time. There was even a hint of pride in the way he straightened his back.
Your hand shot up suddenly, and you turned around to the bowl, heaving into it with the disgusting sounds of a sick person. Morning sickness, or something it was called, right? Whitney didn't know. He never cared enough to listen in class, yet he took a step forward, hands raised helplessly as his instincts told him to help you.
"Fuck," he muttered. "No fucking way, you slut."
Disgusted and yet, unable to stop himself, he stepped over your legs, reached for the toilet paper and tore off some pieces, holding them towards you as you kept dry heaving.
"Thanks..." you muttered wetly, taking the paper to wipe your mouth. "You can go, you know."
He should have. Whitney shouldn't have cared about you enough to stay, and he wasn't the type to play nice either, but somehow, his feet wouldn't obey. Heat spread into his cheeks as he realized he was far too lenient, far too kind to someone he claimed to not care about, but the thought of you, vulnerable, needing him, didn't give him a chance to abandon you now.
"Shut up, slut. I'm trying to be nice here."
He tried to sound confident and like the menace he was. But even Whitney had to admit it sounded unconvincing. "But... you sure about this? Pregnancy and shit? Thought you were a damn orphan, how's that gonna work?"
You said nothing, hanging over the bowl as if you were going to throw up again any second now. But then Whitney heard it—sobbing. Gentle, calm, and strangely controlled. As if you've been through it many times already, and although you still cried about it, you had already given up.
"You're such a dick, you know that?" you groaned through the tears. "Can't you be a normal person for once and not rub more salt in the wound?"
"Don't get mad at me, whore! You're the one who got knocked up!"
"With your child!" you yelled back when Whitney raised his voice. "You're the one who knocked me up, Whitney!"
Whitney could feel his body recoil, the realization finally catching up with him. Until that point, he didn't want to realize this option, the idea that this could be his doing. Consequences of his actions. It was easier to blame you and ignore the obvious signs than to admit the reason you were sitting on the bathroom floor, wiping your eyes, and your mouth reeking of bile was his fault, too. Or, well, only his fault.
"Shit... I-- I..."
"You don't need to do anything," you sniffled, taking a deep breath as the tears slowly ran dry. "I'll take care of it. I'll earn the money and do the right thing, just... just don't tell anybody, okay?"
A twinge in his chest made Whitney flinch. Do the right thing?
"You're gonna get rid of it?"
"Of course. I can't take care of a kid, can you?"
No. Shaking his head lightly, it was more for himself than you. No, he couldn't take care of a child. His dad would probably kill him and the kid if he pulled up with another mouth to feed. And as much as Whitney liked to see you suffer, he knew you couldn't either. He had heard about the absurd rent payments you had to make to the orphanage. There was no way you could afford raising a child while trying not to drown in debt.
His back bumped into the door of the bathroom stall, the room so eerily quiet aside from your sniffles. Slowly, he sank to the ground, his legs splaying out around you, and for once, you didn't flinch away when your bodies touched. Pregnancy made you more confident, it seemed. Or protective. It suited you, igniting a flame in Whitney's loins that he quickly suppressed.
"I won't ask you for anything else, just respect my decision, please," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. "I don't... I don't know if I can scrape together the money before... you know. Maybe I'll have to give it up for adoption afterward. I won't be able to come to school for a while, but..."
This time, it was Whitney's stomach in knots. Hearing you say that washed a sense of rage over him. However, his anger was only a mask for what he felt deep inside. That kid, however unwanted and unintentional, was still his. And before even that, you were his. There was barely a day he remembered not seeing you around, not bullying you and watching you squirm in fear before him! Without you... he'd be...
Lonely.
Every morning when he dragged himself out of bed, it was the thought of you that made him even go to school. When the need overcame him, he thought of you and the way your pussy felt while jerking himself off, and when you didn't cross his path even once for a whole day, he grew more desperate to find you in the streets of this god-forsaken town.
Whitney would never admit these feelings out loud. Hiding them beneath anger and disgust for you. But looking at you now, confident yet broken, on the dirty bathroom floor holding your belly with a tender palm, he, for once, didn't want to force the pain and sadness inside him onto you. Even just imagining this child you two made in the arms of another person hurt him—even more so, the thought of your reaction when it was time to get rid of it. You looked like you'd be a great parent. Responsible, caring. Protecting this worm growing inside of you. You were a much better person than Whitney would ever be.
Normally, that would have pissed him off. But the urge to hurt you in retaliation couldn't take hold this time, not when he knew you were carrying his child. Of all people, it was his baby and not some rando's that you slutted it up with. Did you even fuck anyone else? He never bothered to ask how you made your rent money. Whitney always assumed, but it didn't really matter now, did it?
Reaching forward, Whitney grabbed your arm, and this time, you did react, fighting against him. You had no chance as he pulled you between his legs, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head on top of yours.
"This sucks," he sighed. "Who am I supposed to fuck while you're having this baby?"
"Can't you think of anything else but sex?" you replied, clearly annoyed.
God, you were so sexy when you were assertive.
"Whatever. What are we naming the thing?"
"The baby," you corrected sharply. "And we won't. We're giving it up, and never see it again."
"But shouldn't it have a name?" he asked, trying to hide how much that statement hurt.
"No, we can't get too attached. And can you let go? I'm already hot, and you're making it worse, and..."
Pressing his face into your hair, Whitney took a deep breath, feeling his whole body relax as he let your voice drown out into the background. His slut was pregnant with his child. The ultimate mark of ownership. A mark that would let everyone know you belonged to him. Because that was the truth, wasn't it? You were his. You had been from the moment his eyes fell on you the first time. You were his victim, his slut, his.
Rose, he thought. If it's a girl.
The thought of you and his kid, somewhere far away from this soulless town, crossed his mind. Beautiful, serene, and stupidly in love with him too as you greeted him with passionate kisses at the door, the two of you sitting on the porch, watching his child play and laugh. Just the three of you, no one nagging and no one bothering you. It was the kind of future Whitney had never imagined before.
“Please... please! I can’t! Please, my family needs me! Please let me go!”
The man—creature?—before you pushed back his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms, as he took one step after the other. You’ve been told about the monster in the woods. Told about what cruelty would await you if you met it. Why didn’t you believe the tales?
“I’ve been watching you, and now you’ve ventured far from your village, into my forest. I’ve been patient, but it’s time to take what is mine.”
“No! I– I will fight you! I’ll scream and shout until your ears bleed! I’ll keep running no matter how many times you catch me! I’ll never be yours!”
“I don’t think so, bunny,” he retorted calmly, squatting down before you, his hand lifting your chin. For a moment, he moved your head side to side, your eyes glued to his, unable to look away from the monster in front of you. He leaned forward, your faces just inches from each other. “Next time you try something like this, I’ll break your ankles so you won’t even think about crawling away from me.”
I am having a lot of feels today and I honestly just need to say it out loud: I'm really, really sad about Valko being cancelled.
I 100% understand why people were upset about him and I agree with them that it was time for improvements, not an additional LI. But I also think it's okay to be sad about him being completely erased. Valko ended up paying the prize for the company's mistakes and even though I really didn't want to like him at first, after seeing the second trailer and looking at the official stuff, I really thought he could finally be the LI that I love unconditionally.
Even though I have some opinions on the integrity of the company and the fans, it doesn't really matter in the end. I got excited about Valko and the disappointment hits hard. So yeah, I'm just really sad about losing the puppy, guys. I hope that maybe one day, he can make a return despite it all 💔
