(some character turn arounds for a class from like 2023. gave em a whole story concept too)
Geneti Corporation
-side scrolling/survival horror/beat-em-up game
-protagonist is a secretary for a big biotechnology company in the 70s
-knows very little about what they actually do there
-gets stuck in the building when it goes on high alert lock down, no one bothered to tell her because her office is on the ground floor in a back office
-has to find a master keycard to get out, but the keycard is on the highest floor, in the ceos office
-has to fight her way through the escaped experiments using her office supplies as weapons
-makes her way through a few levels going up, gets hold of what looks like a master elevator card, uses it; the elevator drops her into the basement of the building, where the labs are
-the obvious origin of all the mutated monsters running around upstairs
-finding various clues and keys
- meets one of the "successful" experiments along the way, who helps her after she helps him
-theyre both trying to escape
-the ceo is still alive, still in his office at the very top of the building, and is also very evil. he is an old man bent on creating a new race, stronger than the current one, by giving humans animal traits. some of his funding comes from shadowy branches of foreign governments. they want first dibs on the first few batches of successful, socialized-but-not-too-socilaized mutants to use as "super soldiers." its evident he didn't get very far in the functionality department, considering how few of his experiments are still both conscious and alive.
- Kathleen Tracey, 27, secretary and accountant. The protagonist. Quiet, sweet, has anxious tendencies. Leads an incredibly ordinary life and likes it that way. Thought she was working a normal job at a normal company, blindsided when that wasn't at all the case.
- Experiment K-80, (Prey Hybridization,End Phase) AKA Dean, 30, former soldier. A man of few words, brave to his own detriment, surprisingly helpful for someone in his situation.
-"Dean" does not remember his name, and it's later revealed that he chose his current name because of his younger brother, who was also enrolled in the same "military training program" that he was (this brother is seen later as part of an amalgam of flesh and body parts).
-Dean also does not recall much of his life, but his physical prowess, muscle memory, and any skills gained from his previous service are all sharp as can be.
Kathleens' Weapons:
Stapler -pick up small boxes of staples in safe areas, like ammo packs: operates like a small handgun
Binder-gathering files makes the binder heavier, increasing the damage it can do: serves as the base attack
Rotary Phone-replacing the phone cord makes it longer and gives it better long range: whip attack
Dean's Attacks:
Punch- standard punch: can be made stronger by picking up enhancement syringes from offices: new punches unlocked with each syringe : standard 1-2, bullet punch, uppercut
Kick- same as punch: can be made stronger by finding enhancement syringes: standard high kick, double kick, bullet kick, roundhouse kick
Specials- unlocked by finding and using special medkits: circle throw, elbow drop, tackle and/or body slam
Medical Stabilizer: very important endgame item. achieved by finding all powerups for both Dean and Kathleen. makes it so Dean can regain his sanity and leave the building with Kathleen at the end of the game. without it, he thinks it best for him to stay and be destroyed with the rest of the mutants.
-both Kathleen and Dean can use the same healing items, but both heal on their own slowly. Dean heals faster than Kathleen because of his mutation.
-Enemies: the unfortunate, unsuccessful mutations; are usually human bodies with animal skulls, flesh sloughing off to reveal the mangled bones beneath. most have no humanity left, nothing but husks eager to inflict their pain onto others.
At the End of the Hidden Spring - By Calx (9.5/10)
The perfect possessive, sweet yandere harem. A myth. A legend. Is it really real? Yes, it is. I received a pleasant surprise every chapter. This is a pure fantasy isekai with defined lore, high stakes, and blood. Our protagonist marries 30 elf men who are willing to devote their lives to serving her. Good writing ties it all together with a bow.
Akarna
The Saintess.
She who must bleed to purify the land. The peasantry do not know or understand how dirty the position actually is. You see the Akarna can easily be replaced. If she dies natural forces will eventually push another strong spirit into their world. Those who cross over dimensions, The Akarna, are like the wind or the rain. Another part of nature in this world.
Akarna doesn't know that. She believes the religious fervor. Like everyone else she believes her powers are a holy responsibility. Shackles, bound in duty. She's afraid to run from the safety of the temple. There are people itching to take advantage of her everywhere. At least the temple must treat her well in public, for appearances sake.
The Crown Prince was supposed to save her.
By sheer coincidence the Crown Prince, Aleph, became her lover. For five years they flirted in between harsh battlefields. Akarna traveled for months over barren terrain, to heal demonically cursed lands and people. Aleph, on the other hand, valiantly defended the nation's borders. He soaks himself in blood too.
Akarna isn't alone in her suffering, or her devotion.
They can save this country together.
It doesn't matter if the temple sees her as disposable.
He loves her, and his word is law.
Oh, Akarna. So foolish. You thought marriage would save you. Marrying a prince, at that? How naive are you? Do you think life is a fairy tale? The Akarna cannot give birth. Their bodies serve the land. (They aren't human)
The prince cannot choose you, for he is a good man. One who knows a true blood heir is the best way to ensure the future. To bring peace.
Love cannot do that.
I hope you become happy, as a beloved concubine.
You'll never be Empress. Of course not. You have no fucking money. Your symbolic title only matters to useless pea brained farmers.
The prince loves you, but you'll have to watch him raise up another woman's child.
Oh, and by the way.
After you formally sell yourself to him for cheap....you dont get to retire.
You will spend the rest of your days on the battlefield, serving the screaming needy, while the noble-blooded Empresa drinks tea at home.
In her castle.
The place you will visit occasionally to fuck her husband with her permission.
Her prince won't even dance with her. Public appearances like that are for his fiance.
One day, on the way to another muddy battle, she gives up. When a landslide sweeps her carriage away she doesn't fight it. She wakes up confused, next to a man more miserable than her.
He's been infected with demonic energy.
Akarna spills her blood in buckets to save him.
She wants to die, and she might as well do the deed while helping another.
To her shock the gorgeous man waits on her hand and foot. Her skinny, scarred body heals under his care, and after some accidental flirtation on her part they sleep together.
She does it selfishly, in order to briefly forget the prince she loved for 5 long years.
The man is awash with only joy, and he asks if he's one of many. An odd question. He asks her where he lies in her lineup, and how he will be prioritized in the future.
She's confused.
The temple has kept her among humans. She knows absolutely nothing of other species.
She thinks he's maybe asking about her past. So she says he is her second man.
He's overjoyed, and he offers to take her to his village.
A small and cozy place occupied by thirty siblings, born from the same tree.
It's awkward sometimes, but Akarna...no...Jiwoo falls into a dream come true. The magic men with pointed ears barely interact with women. Females of their race are rare. Most of the men of the woods remain "unchosen" (virgins) their entire lives. Their species is on the wane. The white trees that bore them, in a land across the Maelstrom, are dying. They fled their corrupted land to hide in human forests, and slowly go extinct.
Females are usually in charge, and groups of males of the same tree usually serve one. If a female is born she leaves to take over another group, so in essence Jiwoo has been brought to an empty nest.
She is horrified to learn the true nature of Akarna, which is not a god at all.
She offers to help the men that are suffering under demonic influence.
The second one she saves, Helck, is one thousand years old. The eldest sibling with the most magic. After she saves him she gains the respect of many, and her hosts are eager to reward her.
Her blood is absolutely out of the question. They insist that she use...other body fluids...or they will not accept her help. How could they be so shameless, when she's been so generous?
Jiwoo slowly and painfully learns how broken she actually is, when she struggles to accept what they see as basic kindness.
Before, she never received feasts for her hard work. Only the "honor" of quietly existing as a symbol for a religion that hides away reality.
How does jealousy fit in when the men are naturally submissive? Simple. It's not the woman's problem. Envy and vying for marriage are the war of men with this species. Also, groups are not violently jealous. It's common for groupings of siblings to share one wife. Anything outside of that circle....does cause fighting and assassination attempts to break out.
When Prince Aleph pursues Jiwoo one of the men, Trevor, breaks his arm....and he reports that "competition that could take Jiwoo away" is in the forest.
For context, I should let you know that the men caring for Jiwoo smell like flowers. They're also super handsome and willing to use sex to keep Jiwoo's attention. They're built that way to attract a rare mate and keep her eyes from wandering.
If she chooses Aleph, her former lover, they will not stop her. Forced marriage is barbaric after all.......but that doesn’t mean it isn't open season on the male in their territory.
Of course the messy conflict eventually reaches Jiwoo, and she must accept that blood will follow her hand in marriage.
The cultural stuff is just very fun along the way.
Kalan, one of the thirty, is the biggest indicator of the "men's war". He tries to use his lost virginity to convince Jiwoo to "take responsibility" and marry them. His siblings also know he has a nasty personality, and his pursuit of Jiwoo is far from relaxed.
Behind closed doors the men try to think of ways to seduce her, so she doesn't choose the prince again.
They're shameless and cute, and Jiwoo's blood stays inside her damn body where it belongs.
Little do that know that's what slowly melts her heart.
She needed to hear that she matters, and now she gets to hear it 30 times a day minimum.
What a nice ending!
Nope. Aleph steals her back, while she panicks and screams for him to spare the new men in her life. She's not sure if she loves them, but they don't have to die for her. She would never ask that.
It's too selfish but her heart does pound when Trevor says they will find her.
She doesn't believe it though.
Aleph says he was wrong. He doesn't need Akarna. He loves Jiwoo. He cries and begs and kills the people who tormented her....but it doesn't reach her heart. When she hears he broke up with his fiance, and he's all hers, and the battlefield isn't her problem anymore, and he loves her...it just hurts.
He decided to treat her right AFTER he thought he lost her. Only when her unconditional support left his side. That was when she became someone worth his sacrifice. Not just empty sweet love.
She tells him the truth.
I did love you, but I'm ready to leave now.
I want to get married.
Her lovers have been watching, with their keen ears and some magic. With their proposal accepted Jiwoo is saved from her grim temple wedding. Helck raises her into the sky, and he disobeys her. When she says she doesn't want to destroy the temple, or the country, he smashes her old prison. He leaves the people, and even the priests, at her request. She cries, and laughs. Thankful. Watching the walls fall is a cathartic moment for her.
Helck asks her for a dance, and they glide over the wreckage while the prince watches on.
Only then does he realize how important it is to show off and adore the one you love.
Just spent the past couple of days reading this from start to finish and gotta say 10/10 sexy MLs and satisfying revenge against her ex and the church.
Other names include At the End of the Hidden Greenery and A Breath in the End of Verdure.
Aurelian, the pretty yandere!elf boy has found himself in your house while you’re asleep again.
When you feel like you’re suffocating in your sleep, that’s because he’s curled up on top of you, head resting on your chest so he can listen to you breathe.
He’s ears are so sensitive to sound, so he even hear your heart thump faster when his fingers trail down your soft tummy to the waistband of your panties.
“Pink again, hmm? Wore these for me?” he coos, soft enough to not wake you, but loud enough for it to affect your dreams. That’s the thing about elves, their words hold power over humans.
A wet spot appears on your panties, and he’s delighted that your dreams are growing filthier by the second.
But no, he doesn’t touch you. Not yet, not until he can make sure you’re completely under his control.
“My angel… you can have this and so much more… you just have to give in and let me love you.”
He kisses your neck, right over your pulse point, his teeth grazing the sensitive area. By this point your breathing has grown heavy, your thighs twitching.
But, he simply presses down on that damp spot, his fingers circling your clit through your panties. “Precious little thing… you have no idea what I could do to you right now…”
You awake suddenly, heart racing and panties embarrassingly wet. For a moment you thought you could see something sitting on top of you… but there was nothing there in your dark room.
Your curtains rustled, flowing gently from the breeze your open window let in. You got up and closed it without a second thought. All that was on your mind was dealing with the head between your legs.
Aurelian stood across the street, his red eyes shimmering in the moonlight as he watched you pull back the curtains, shielding you from his view.
Val will silently change things he doesn't like you doing. If you're doing something he doesn't like on your phone, he moves his hand and presses the power button. On a bad day, he'll just take it out of your hand and fling it across the room with no acknowledgement.
If you're sitting on the couch next to him, but not cuddling him, he'll just pull you into him without a word. And you best bet that he has hands securing you in place.
You're reading a book and not giving him enough attention? He closes it for you and proceeds to place it high enough that you can't get it. You're watching a show on TV that bores him? He sits down, takes the remote, and changes it to something he likes.
Your hair doesn't look the way he likes it? He'll just start brushing his fingers through and start rearranging whatever accessories you have. Your nails are a color he doesn't like? He already has a bottle of the stuff he likes, and you probably don't even notice until he starts lightly blowing on the paint job.
Mind you, this could happen at any time. You could be in a limo. He could be in a meeting. It could just be a silent moment. Anything and everything about you is subject to change with Val.
content/warnings: I'm not in college idk what it's like actually, orgiess??? they take turns but with care and love, facesitting, idk I think bi people will like this, people do get hurt but it's not you, reader is a year 1 in college yanderes are year 3-4, YES THERE IS GRAPHIC SMUT🥹, badly proofread
author notes: I hate fraternities and sororities but this is a fun concept soo
college, a new place!! start fresh, escape from immature boys and gossip, and you don't have to worry about any norms or groups to fit into!
that was what you thought college would be like. and while it was different from highschool, you still got a load of shit dumped into your arms. like, stinking rotting shit.
it began with bumping into some frat dude. he'd been walking with friends, obviously not paying attention, and you accidentally hit his shoulder walking to a class. you mumbled an apology, but when you actually looked up.. why did he look so pissed?
he shoved you. "look around next time, asshole." who talks like that in college?? this is supposed to be somewhere away from bullies! you just turned back and continued walking, letting out a sigh.
but you caught his friend's eye, and he pointed out "hey, they were kinda cute" and since they all like to look at hot people, they all turned to look at you, staring at your ass while you walked away.
so they started to tease you, lightly looking into you because your attractiveness was refreshing, and you hadn't even come onto them. they got to chase, play a game of cat and mouse.
and then it got out to their girlfriends, who were pissed at first. until they saw a picture of you! so now you have a whole frat and sorority fixating on you. you don't know what it is. do they just see you as a new toy? it's too confusing.
things start happening. at some point, you get called in to speak with the dean about how the guy who hit on you last week was beaten half to death. you notice a rumor spreads about someone who accidentally bumped into you. every slight inconvenience, anything that gets in the way, anything that bothers you on an even miniscule level basically gets pounded into the dirt.
they start to get a little closer. asking for help in a class that you were pretty sure they never had, inviting you to parties or sleepovers, asking you to come to games and hangouts. now you're all their "best buddy." even the guy who shoulder checked you that time back is begging for forgiveness for how he talked to you!!
you sort of just settle into a relationship. one night at a party, one of the girls pulls you in by the waist and leaves a lipstick mark on your collarbone. one of the frat guys walks you to class with a hand in your back pocket and kisses your neck when he leaves.
when you fuck them, you're always left in a haze. they're good at foreplay, gently grinding you on their thigh and covering you with loving kisses before you're railed into oblivion. they like to take turns, because everyone deserves a taste of you.
you'll be on your back, legs spread while someone grinds their pussy lips against your core, and the next second, you're in someone's lap getting your back broken. every hole is used, no part of you is neglected.
some of the girls take turns riding your face, clit bumping to your nose and all you can smell is their perfume and pussy juices. you'll end up slobbering on one of the guy's cocks, and someone will gently caress your head while ramming down your throat.
and then you're carried to the shower, and one lucky person gets to clean you up down there!! you'll eventually find yourself tightly held and warm, wrapped into a blanket and sleeping the best you ever will in your life.
you're never alone now. one or multiple of them is always around you, even if they're not directly interacting with you. friends? they randomly stopped hanging out with you. normal future partners? they mysteriously transfer schools. even teachers that treat you just a bit too harshly and fired quickly.
so you basically collected a group of obsessive, violent, and weirdly horny lovers. whatever. you just want that degree.
all writing belongs to @spookess . do not steal or feed to ai ! or I will eat your guts !!
Yandere!Prince x Fem!Jester Reader x Yandere!Platonic King
A/N: This was written with me half-awake, so please excuse my grammatical errors.
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CW: yandere, blood, gore, murder and death, king has separation anxiety, knight is really unhinged, branding (to knight), king views reader a little like a pet, unwanted nonsexual touch, reader lowkey does not care about all the insanity because she is just trying to stay alive.
Every morning Freyr wakes just after twilight to gather the ingredients for the freshest breakfast, lunch, and dinner that even royalty doesn’t eat. One time, the sound of a high-pitched screech from a chicken dying awoke you. Out your tiny window, you could see Freyr walking from the chicken coop carrying something unknown in his hand. That afternoon, he gave you a fresh pot pie; it was the most delicious meal that was ever prepared specifically for you. If you asked about the new burns on his hand, he would only smile and reply with his own questions about the dish. Usually, you ate whatever scraps were left from the other palace staff. Given that it was Lethia, most of the meat was frozen and thawed; only people in the upper class ate fresh meat. You could never figure out when he had the time to cook or even where, but he never failed to bring you home-cooked meals.
On a special occasion in court, you are tasked with performing for the king and his honored visitors. Per usual, Aurelio was enjoying your routine, but your misplaced joke offended one guest. For your routines, you could only make as many jokes about the king before it got too old. So you decided to be bolder that dinner. You turned to a middle-aged man with a thick mustache. “Look at the Earl’s heavy…silver, no, sapphire necklace. It is beautiful, is it not? It is proof that chains look much better when dipped in the sweat of starving serfs.” Despite the joke being rather clever, it came out with awkward pauses in the middle of sentences and a dry laugh at the end when you were unsure if the joke would even land correctly. Silence. A silence you knew was worse than a strike across the face. The Earl jolts up, pointing in your direction. “Your Majesty, this jester should be sent to the gallows for such an insolent comment to a guest of the royal family!”
You fall to your knees, sweating profusely. But before you can beg for your life to the king, Freyr, with fury, rushes before the guest’s table and throws his gauntlet on the guest’s plate. Freyr demands a duel to the death with a contorted face. The king stands and allows it with the caveat that Freyr will not only duel the Earl but four of the Earl’s best knights. A pin dropped miles away could be heard in the heavy silence. Freyr glares up at the King and accepts, both ignoring the sputtering noble that was trying to call off the challenge. Aurelio had no intention of killing you, but the opportunity to kill Freyr served on a silver platter is too good to pass up.
You follow behind the court sweeping out to the battlefield, trying to get anyone to listen to you and call this off because, really, this was over dramatic for one poor joke! No one listens to your pleas. Somehow, the dueling grounds are already prepared with spectators in the stands; word gets around quickly in the citadel. There is a damn ale cart selling already, like this is a festival. Aurelio sits you right in front of him as usual. He can never have his jester be too far from his presence. Freyr is on one end, sitting on a rock, head bent down; he might be praying, but you can’t tell. On the opposite end, the Earl you never got the name of and his most reliable four knights- oh hell, one of them looks like his teenage son. A servant announces the event and participants' names, but your eyes are glued to Freyr. The King calls for the participants to stand ready in a circle. Freyr walks to the center with deadly focus; only for a moment does he look at you, giving what could be a nod, but it was far too deep. He was bowing to you.
Once the duel starts, it becomes a bloody massacre. The first knight has already fallen; Freyr has carved his throat out with one blow. The other three converge on him, but it's to no avail. You cover your eyes, it's too brutal for the minor offense that set this off. The guilt of seeing all the bloodshed you indirectly caused is too much to bear. You can hear the blows being traded and grunts from each man receiving them, but you keep your eyes covered. A thud of a body hitting the ground, and a trumpet is blown, signifying the end of the battle. You don’t want to open your eyes for even the smallest chance that it's Freyr lying there in his own blood. A servant saves you the trouble of wondering for too long when he announces the winner. Aurelio curses behind you as the servant shouts Freyr's full title.
Freyr walks stone-faced to the mangled body of the Earl and rips the crest from the garment covering his armor. The battlefield is not pretty — chunks of the knights and their armor are strewn across the dirt, splattered in blood. As you examine the field in horror, Freyr comes before you. He kneels, looking up with a pleading look, and holds out the crest he ripped from the noble. The king is giving a speech (while seething and making snide comments) when you gingerly take the cloth from Freyr. His dark brown eyes, like earth after a heavy rain, stare as if to swear an oath to you: I will die for you, and I will kill for you. He remains there until you beg him to stand. When everyone returns to their duties in the castle, he follows closely behind you. His presence almost feels like a ghost. So close, yet not fully there. Ironically, he was your knight until death, whether it was his or anyone else’s.
The following week, on a particularly cold day when Freyr brings you breakfast, he has a strange request; he asks you to write your initials out on a piece of paper. He doesn't answer you when you ask what it's for. Freyr takes the paper to the royal blacksmith and has him create a brand that is meant for cattle. To the smith's horror, Freyr asks him to brand his chest with it. It takes a hefty bag of gold, but the blacksmith agrees; he commands Freyr to bite down on a piece of leather. The brand is deep and angry-looking, but after a visit to the equally horrified physician, Freyr has a treatment for his wound to heal cleanly and still be clear.
You catch sight of it weeks later when it's freshly healed. While you eat lunch together, he is in a casual tunic. He leaned over to wipe something off your cheek, and that's when you saw it. Demanding he remove his tunic to check on him, you pressed him on what it was and what caused it, but he dodged your questions. He doesn't hesitate when removing his shirt. There, in all its glory, is a branding on his chest of your initials in your handwriting.
The violence that follows Freyr never seems to end. A siege is carried out against the king at the citadel. The pepper you had planned for the joke this evening had been taken by a servant because it was expired, but you thought more likely that some rat bastard wanted to see you fail. The kitchen is just right down the hall, so they won’t mind if one goes missing- trumpets sound, and knights are yelling in the yard. An attack has begun. Your thoughts went to Freyr, he should be at the battlegrounds, but the sound of your door being thrown open revealed he had abandoned his duties. His face was pulled in complete terror until he checked you up and down twice. Not even a paper cut would have escaped his careful gaze.
On your way out of the castle, Freyr snatches a torch from the wall. Your feet are heavy against the stone, the walls echo behind you as the hall narrows. This isn't anywhere you know. A man jumps from behind a corner, but he hasn’t the chance to harm you before Freyr runs him through with a sword. The splatter on your face is jarring. “Why is blood so warm?” you wonder as Freyr steps on the body, leading you farther down. Where is he leading you? This isn’t anywhere near any exit you know...maybe this was a secret room for royalty to hide in times like these. Freyr's face lights with recognition, and he throws a heavy oak door open. The cold winter air blows through your costume. The weight of a heavy, expensive cloak settles around your shoulders, and Freyr fastens the cloak with one hand while quickly explaining that he knows some ruins not far from here where you both can hide out till morning.
Silently, he leads you through the forest. The crunching of snow beneath your feet worries you that someone will follow your tracks, but it's been quiet so far. The ruins are small and tucked into a thick brush, far from any prying eyes. Inside lacks furniture, the torch burning its remaining fuel illuminates this fact grimly. The saving grace is that there is a tapestry on the walls, something you both can use for warmth and cushioning. Freyr rips them down and piles them into a makeshift bed in a corner farthest from the windows. When you ask if you shall share it, he vehemently declares no and states that he isn’t worthy to sleep next to you. He will subsequently sleep next to the door in case any intruders appear. It wasn’t so bad in the tapestries, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty about Freyr sleeping upright next to the door; when you look to check on him, he is contentedly watching you. Best to let sleeping dogs lie, as they say.
The next morning when you both return to the castle, it’s clear the massacre you missed was something that would be told around the court for years to come. Maybe Freyr watching you sleep all night was worth not being in the middle of this. As you turn to thank him, the king waltzes up, already talking down to Freyr about leaving his post as the king's guard. Maybe you could step in- the king begrudgingly thanks Freyr for keeping you safe and handing him the most pitiful purse of coins. There couldn’t be more than four coins in that thing. Freyr immediately turns and hands them to you.
On the knightly training grounds, Freyr mentioned yearning to leave his job to go live in a cottage out in the woods. The minimal details he did give you were that he wanted it to be sustainable for at least two people and for it to have various livestock on the attached farm. You inquired why he does not just run off now, and he responds with a stoic expression. “Before, I would have run off only if my father passed or if the war had finally ended. It's much more complicated now..." He pauses and does not elaborate on what he means by 'complicated.' His eyes, which were originally looking down at his hands, are now looking straight through you. “…if you ask, I shall behead the king in an instant.” He was going to add more about starting a new life together, but the sound of a pair of boots on the cobblestone training grounds interrupted him. You glance over your shoulder to be face to face with a familiar blond man. Aurelio’s face was unreadable at first before he let out a derisive scoff. “Is my knight interested in playing God with his King now?”
Freyr shook his head. “No, My Lord. I was merely helping the fool practice with her next routine.” Aurelio smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Really? How gracious of you to be helping my jester. Speaking of which, I wish to see her now, so move along with your training.”
Despite Freyr being completely shredded, he was rather quiet. Numerous stealth missions in Vashkar taught him that just one noise can make or break a situation. He used these skills to gather information that was being said about you. Especially after you worked in front of a larger audience. He has disposed of many nobles ever since his first eavesdropping… Depending on their offence, they either had their reputation completely ruined (for a ‘simple’ warrior, he had too many connections), their body seriously injured or mutilated, or worse, dead. If he overheard such comments right in front of him, he would just challenge them to a public duel. Freyr has been trying his hardest to overhear even the tiniest insult from the king, but to no avail there was none! If anything, Aurelio gushed over you for hours on end. Gushing about how even your eating and stretching was amusing. The knight would get a headache if he listened too long about how much the king adored you.
A chalked tally of the number of Freyr’s fights in your name was on one board in the training grounds. Another board held the bets on how long it would take for him to beat the opponent based on how badly you were insulted.
Freyr used one of his connections to a fellow knight to get a portrait of you. One of the lower-ranked knight’s aunts was a painter who did royal portraits. Typically, the portraits within the palace walls were only for the upper class, as she charged an exorbitant sum of gold for just one commission. He asked the knight if he could schedule a session with his aunt, and, given his high likability among the soldiers, he could get a word in with the painter. Though he did have the gold to pay for the portrait (spoils of war were quite the hefty sum, considering he was the captain). She decided not to question why Freyr, the head of the knights, wanted a portrait of the palace's fool, as he was already paying much over her usual rate. It was a little difficult for her to come in and paint you discreetly, so they devised a plan: Freyr would lead you to the gardens and ask you about your favorite subjects and listen to you ramble while the painter sat in the gazebo, far enough away that you wouldn’t notice, but if you did, you would assume she was painting the garden. The plan was successful, and only a couple of days later did Freyr hand you the portrait.
Princess Seraphina recommended that her brother give the visiting queen sapphires, as the queen’s homeland highly values the gem since it is scarce in their lands. However…Aurelio already used the sapphires in gifting you a new jester hat. Usually, Lethian jesters were given costumes meant to convey amusement rather than wealth. His sister was not happy about this and did rightfully cuss him out in front of his advisors, but Aurelio was, alas, shameless in his gift-giving and did not have a lick of guilt on his face. The only reason Seraphina was having her brother deal with this diplomatic meeting was that she was invited to another land’s flower festival on the same date. It was for good reason that the king was not in charge of diplomacy because he was extremely hard to please in any regard. Yet when his jester does something as simple as breathing, he’s hooting and hollering. His sister even asked him about this, and he just said you were his very close personal friend (?).
Some important background to note about the king is that he has an entire harem, just like his father. Harems were extremely common within the Lethian emperor’s lineage. The blond slept around a lot too; it’s actually a miracle he had not gotten any of his concubines pregnant. Despite the amount of intimacy he engages in, he is heavily emotionally detached from these women. Hence why his sister is absolutely appalled by his obsession with you.
Aurelio isn’t the type to show physical affection; he was hard to read and even harder to gain favor. But now it is written in blood that he must, in some shape or form, wrap his arms around you or rest his chin on your head/shoulder. Don’t even think about trying to get away either, he will drag you next to him, not caring who is in front of him (Freyr is seething at this).
Unfortunately, Aurelio found out about the portrait Freyr gifted you. He couldn't care less that it came from the knight he kept sending on death missions; you were painted wonderfully in this! As such, he places the colorful oil painting directly to the right of his portrait in the hallway of royal portraits. This is very confusing to foreign travelers who don’t know the Lethian royal family…
content/warnings: I'm not in college idk what it's like actually, orgiess??? they take turns but with care and love, facesitting, idk I think bi people will like this, people do get hurt but it's not you, reader is a year 1 in college yanderes are year 3-4, YES THERE IS GRAPHIC SMUT🥹, badly proofread
author notes: I hate fraternities and sororities but this is a fun concept soo
college, a new place!! start fresh, escape from immature boys and gossip, and you don't have to worry about any norms or groups to fit into!
that was what you thought college would be like. and while it was different from highschool, you still got a load of shit dumped into your arms. like, stinking rotting shit.
it began with bumping into some frat dude. he'd been walking with friends, obviously not paying attention, and you accidentally hit his shoulder walking to a class. you mumbled an apology, but when you actually looked up.. why did he look so pissed?
he shoved you. "look around next time, asshole." who talks like that in college?? this is supposed to be somewhere away from bullies! you just turned back and continued walking, letting out a sigh.
but you caught his friend's eye, and he pointed out "hey, they were kinda cute" and since they all like to look at hot people, they all turned to look at you, staring at your ass while you walked away.
so they started to tease you, lightly looking into you because your attractiveness was refreshing, and you hadn't even come onto them. they got to chase, play a game of cat and mouse.
and then it got out to their girlfriends, who were pissed at first. until they saw a picture of you! so now you have a whole frat and sorority fixating on you. you don't know what it is. do they just see you as a new toy? it's too confusing.
things start happening. at some point, you get called in to speak with the dean about how the guy who hit on you last week was beaten half to death. you notice a rumor spreads about someone who accidentally bumped into you. every slight inconvenience, anything that gets in the way, anything that bothers you on an even miniscule level basically gets pounded into the dirt.
they start to get a little closer. asking for help in a class that you were pretty sure they never had, inviting you to parties or sleepovers, asking you to come to games and hangouts. now you're all their "best buddy." even the guy who shoulder checked you that time back is begging for forgiveness for how he talked to you!!
you sort of just settle into a relationship. one night at a party, one of the girls pulls you in by the waist and leaves a lipstick mark on your collarbone. one of the frat guys walks you to class with a hand in your back pocket and kisses your neck when he leaves.
when you fuck them, you're always left in a haze. they're good at foreplay, gently grinding you on their thigh and covering you with loving kisses before you're railed into oblivion. they like to take turns, because everyone deserves a taste of you.
you'll be on your back, legs spread while someone grinds their pussy lips against your core, and the next second, you're in someone's lap getting your back broken. every hole is used, no part of you is neglected.
some of the girls take turns riding your face, clit bumping to your nose and all you can smell is their perfume and pussy juices. you'll end up slobbering on one of the guy's cocks, and someone will gently caress your head while ramming down your throat.
and then you're carried to the shower, and one lucky person gets to clean you up down there!! you'll eventually find yourself tightly held and warm, wrapped into a blanket and sleeping the best you ever will in your life.
you're never alone now. one or multiple of them is always around you, even if they're not directly interacting with you. friends? they randomly stopped hanging out with you. normal future partners? they mysteriously transfer schools. even teachers that treat you just a bit too harshly and fired quickly.
so you basically collected a group of obsessive, violent, and weirdly horny lovers. whatever. you just want that degree.
all writing belongs to @spookess . do not steal or feed to ai ! or I will eat your guts !!
content/warnings: I'm not in college idk what it's like actually, orgiess??? they take turns but with care and love, facesitting, idk I think bi people will like this, people do get hurt but it's not you, reader is a year 1 in college yanderes are year 3-4, YES THERE IS GRAPHIC SMUT🥹, badly proofread
author notes: I hate fraternities and sororities but this is a fun concept soo
college, a new place!! start fresh, escape from immature boys and gossip, and you don't have to worry about any norms or groups to fit into!
that was what you thought college would be like. and while it was different from highschool, you still got a load of shit dumped into your arms. like, stinking rotting shit.
it began with bumping into some frat dude. he'd been walking with friends, obviously not paying attention, and you accidentally hit his shoulder walking to a class. you mumbled an apology, but when you actually looked up.. why did he look so pissed?
he shoved you. "look around next time, asshole." who talks like that in college?? this is supposed to be somewhere away from bullies! you just turned back and continued walking, letting out a sigh.
but you caught his friend's eye, and he pointed out "hey, they were kinda cute" and since they all like to look at hot people, they all turned to look at you, staring at your ass while you walked away.
so they started to tease you, lightly looking into you because your attractiveness was refreshing, and you hadn't even come onto them. they got to chase, play a game of cat and mouse.
and then it got out to their girlfriends, who were pissed at first. until they saw a picture of you! so now you have a whole frat and sorority fixating on you. you don't know what it is. do they just see you as a new toy? it's too confusing.
things start happening. at some point, you get called in to speak with the dean about how the guy who hit on you last week was beaten half to death. you notice a rumor spreads about someone who accidentally bumped into you. every slight inconvenience, anything that gets in the way, anything that bothers you on an even miniscule level basically gets pounded into the dirt.
they start to get a little closer. asking for help in a class that you were pretty sure they never had, inviting you to parties or sleepovers, asking you to come to games and hangouts. now you're all their "best buddy." even the guy who shoulder checked you that time back is begging for forgiveness for how he talked to you!!
you sort of just settle into a relationship. one night at a party, one of the girls pulls you in by the waist and leaves a lipstick mark on your collarbone. one of the frat guys walks you to class with a hand in your back pocket and kisses your neck when he leaves.
when you fuck them, you're always left in a haze. they're good at foreplay, gently grinding you on their thigh and covering you with loving kisses before you're railed into oblivion. they like to take turns, because everyone deserves a taste of you.
you'll be on your back, legs spread while someone grinds their pussy lips against your core, and the next second, you're in someone's lap getting your back broken. every hole is used, no part of you is neglected.
some of the girls take turns riding your face, clit bumping to your nose and all you can smell is their perfume and pussy juices. you'll end up slobbering on one of the guy's cocks, and someone will gently caress your head while ramming down your throat.
and then you're carried to the shower, and one lucky person gets to clean you up down there!! you'll eventually find yourself tightly held and warm, wrapped into a blanket and sleeping the best you ever will in your life.
you're never alone now. one or multiple of them is always around you, even if they're not directly interacting with you. friends? they randomly stopped hanging out with you. normal future partners? they mysteriously transfer schools. even teachers that treat you just a bit too harshly and fired quickly.
so you basically collected a group of obsessive, violent, and weirdly horny lovers. whatever. you just want that degree.
all writing belongs to @spookess . do not steal or feed to ai ! or I will eat your guts !!
★ yandere frat boy!phainon trying and failing to be a normal boyfriend
content: college au, hickies, creampie, obsessive behavior, mask slipping, unhinged frat boy energy (not proofread and may or may not be part of an au series i have cooking)
Frat boy!Phainon who is absolutely plagued by his fucked-up thoughts and trying desperately not to act on them. He knows chaining you in his room is insane… but it’s also the only thing that feels right.
Frat boy!Phainon who acts like the most normal, “yeah bro I’m chill” boyfriend alive—until someone mentions you. Then he stops mid-conversation like a dog hearing a car alarm. Eyes flashing. Voice goes flat. The switch is SO FAST it scares his own frat brothers.
Frat boy!Phainon who sits on the arm of your couch instead of next to you so he can see everything—your texts lighting up, your notifications, who you’re replying to. He pretends he’s scrolling, but he’s watching your reflection in the TV screen.
Frat boy!Phainon who is built stupid big. Like he’s the guy everyone oggles about in the gym. Veins, shoulders, huge bulge and thighs—he’s a walking red flag with perfect form. He picks you up effortlessly when you say you’re going anywhere alone. “Nope. Get in. Don’t test me.”
Frat boy!Phainon who LIVES in the gym, dreams of the gym, thinks of the gym ... he is at one with the gym. Because it’s the only place he can burn off the thoughts he shouldn’t be having. Murdering your classmates. The dudes at Starbucks. Your lab partner.
Every man who looked at you for half a second.
Every rep is his way of not acting on what he really wants to do.
Frat boy!Phainon who works out with his delinquent best friend Mydei, who’s constantly like, “Bro… what did she post NOW?” while Phainon silently loads another plate. Mydei smacks him back to reality when he zones out imagining breaking your lab partner’s jaw.
Frat boy!Phainon who tries to “reward himself” in small ways to keep himself sane. Keeps your bras, bonnets, your panties, random receipts—anything you touch—like trophies. Not “creepy,” in his mind. Just “sentimental.” His bedside drawer is a shrine of things you forgot existed.
Frat boy!Phainon who invites you to sleep over in the frat house and can’t control himself when you’re in his room with the door closed. He’s halfway normal outside—but the second you two are alone? His mask slips HARD. His hands are everywhere, grabbing your ass, your thighs, your jaw, like he hasn’t touched you in months.
Frat boy!Phainon who marks your neck so aggressively you literally have to wear high collars for days. He plays dumb about it too—“What? That wasn’t that dark.” But then you catch him staring at the bruise he left like he wants to do it again. He LOVES when guys see it and shut up mid-sentence.
Frat boy!Phainon who is addicted to finishing inside you. Holds your hips down when he cums, whispering “Mine. Stay still… don’t waste it…” Makes you sit on his lap after, arms caged around you so nothing drips.
Frat boy!Phainon who absolutely falls apart when you ride him—hands shaking, breathing uneven, biting your shoulder. “Slow down—fuck, baby, don’t do that…” He finishes fast, then immediately flips you over: “I’m not done. Lay back.”
Frat boy!Phainon who sometimes slip up while pounding into you almost confessing how he stalked you before he ever introduced himself, how he'll kill you then himself if you ever tried to leave him. He can't help it it's literally in his DNA.
Frat boy!Phainon who tells people you’re his girlfriend long before you officially said yes. When you did finally agree, he acted shocked, like he hadn’t already rewritten his last name onto your assignments.
Frat boy!Phainon who loves you sososo much, trying so hard to be normal about it… but failing miserably about his obsession with you.
Kandinhale is a story-driven short RPG game in which you'll have to escape from the clutches of Kandinhale, the company that owns almost the entire consumable market in this idyllic candy world.
nb4 i get accused of romanticizing abuse or something weird. Anyways here's a scumbag doing scummy things because he's like 10 feet tall with four arms and im a shameless monsterfucker 😔 also loosely based off of this cringe art i did a while back because, if you can't find the content you wanna see in the world, make it yourself
warnings for i dunno typical yandere stuff, depression, suicidal ideation, drug/alcohol addiction, drugging, kidnapping
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No one knew why you worked for Valentino. You weren't a sex worker, or anything remotely close, so there wasn't an inherent reason for you to associate with the powerful Overlord, the one who was notoriously abusive, controlling, possessive. You didn't do business with him, or fund his clubs, or deal him drugs, or sleep with him. No, there wasn't any specific reason for it.
You just happened to get unlucky.
When you died, sent hurtling through the skies of Hell to plummet to your new afterlife, you had simply landed squarely in front of the Overlord just as he had been stepping out of his limosine. He had laughed so cruelly at the way your tearful eyes had looked up at his massive form, terrified, confused at the monstrous moth in front of you.
Even now, he likes to joke that 'you were a special delivery just for him'.
You're not sure how comfortable you are with him saying things like that, but from what you can tell, your boss treated you fairly better than most of his other employees. He wasn't exactly an angel, but, there were more times than once where you found out he had done you a kindness, in his own way at least. Giving you the section of the club that had the least rowdy regulars, always tipping you nicely when you gave him good service and brought him his drinks with a sweet pretty smile, letting you rent a spare room at his studio (which was less of a room and more of a small supply closet a small gaggle of hookers had helped you move a mattress into).
As a resident of Hell, you work as a table server at his strip club. It's a job you genuinely hate, most of the customers being crude and nasty towards you, but at least they knew better than to touch you in any sort of way. Valentino had made an example of the last demon that tried to grab you for a grope session by blowing his head off in front of the rest of the customers, proceeding to pull you into his lap for the rest of the night under the guise that "no one would mess with you if you were with him".
At the time, you had been grateful, but now, his actions just make you suspicious. What set you apart from the rest of the people under his employ? Are you crazy, or does the notoriously cruel pimp want something from you? You had seen customers grope other waitresses without Valentino batting an eye. You had seen strippers go up to him in tears that someone had slapped them on the ass and he couldn't have cared less. If anything, his response was usually along the lines of "if they're paying for it, then do it" and not a shred of sympathy more.
There had been a night that lead you to believe something was amiss. It had been the end of your shift, and you had been invited to come sit with Val and his entourage. The mafioso had stepped away to make some sort of phonecall when a girl had asked you why you were even there, why even work for him and be there at all, and you had joked around to hide how the question made you uncomfortable.
"I'm just a stray he brought in off the street; I'm like a pet he throws scraps to sometimes."
You had no sooner finished that sentence when a large clawed hand came to rest on your shoulder from behind, and your blood chills as you see Valentino hovering over you with a smirk. "You think you're my cute lil pet, huh?" The tone in his voice made you laugh nervously, something bordering on amused and perverted, and his smirk grows as he takes your chin in his hand to lift your face to meet his gaze. The action obviously embarrasses you, but unbeknownst to you, your ability to become easily flustered is just another thing he likes about you, and his thumb smoothes over your cheek. "Yeah, you're my good worker, aren't you? You always know how to be good for me~" A scowl briefly crosses his features. "Sure a helluva lot better than my actual pet."
The pimp had told you about his demon pooch once, the poor thing bestowed with the name Queef, but it seemed more like a novelty to the Overlord than anything, an accessory to occasionally put in stupid outfits to post to Voxtagram or post pictures for some sort of reaction or attention. You're not sure how you feel being compared to the not-so-well-treated demonic little creature, let alone the fact that your joking comments of being a pet seem to actually be sparking some sort of line of thought in your boss, his eyes seeming to watch you so intently, his smirking smile as good as any red flag.
You smile, you laugh, and you look the other way. What more can you do? You have no other income and no other place to go. If occasionally joking around with your boss and ignoring his worse qualities helped keep you alive, then that's just what you'll have to do.
Although... it's not like you actually want to really be alive anyways.
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It wasn't like you and Valentino were completely at odds; the two of you got along fairly well, actually, all things with him being a heartless sex trafficker considered. He would invite you to sit and drink with him more and more often, and somehow you went from an extra in his usual entourage to an essential part of the group, almost always ending your shifts by throwing a few back in the company of the Overlord. You would show him things on your phone that you thought were funny or made you think of him, and it was small, but it was a gesture Valentino had come to appreciate.
You were something Valentino had come to appreciate.
It was just so precious when you got all tipsy and slurred your words, rambling on to him about any such topic, and even if he didn't care about what you were talking about, you just got so cute when you started on something you were interested in, and he put up with it, for you. A dangerous luxury, truly. He'd get you to laugh at his poor-taste jokes, or milk a few compliments out of you for his outfit or his antenna or whatever he needed praising for that day.
In truth, Val isn't entirely sure why he likes your company so much, either. The two of you had never slept together, you made no effort to be seductive or appealing for him, you're not providing him any significant income, and yet... still--
"Hey, Mister V, look at this!"
You show him a clip of some comedy sketch on your phone, and you get him to laugh genuinely. He gets a good look at one of your big drunken smiles, and feels whole in a way that sex or money or drugs could never satisfy.
And then, with all of this newly-found interest in you, there comes a night when you gain his full, true attention.
It was a special occasion, the Overlord celebrating his high profit margins by taking some of his favorites out to a dance club, which, strangely, was a group that also included you. Sharing the limo with some of his highest-earning sex workers had been awkward considering you just waited tables, but once you arrived at the club, you had to admit that you had been dying for a chance to have more fun.
So you drank. And drank. And after a while, you'd drank too much, confined to a couch in the VIP section with Valentino to sober up when you had become too nauseous to stay at the bar or on the dance floor. You're slumped back in your seat, tapping away at your phone with bleary eyes. Your brain barely registers the pimp's comment about you being a lightweight, mind and train of thought shaky at best, and you try to blink away your disorientation. "I don't feel so good," You laugh softly, and Valentino rolls his eyes. "When did you eat last?" His question catches you slightly off-guard, and you shrug. "Uhh.... this morning?"
"Your lightweight ass drank on an empty stomach?" He sounds annoyed. "Throw up in my limo and you'll be the one cleaning it up."
"Sorry, boss man," You laugh jokingly. "I guess I was just... excited to be here tonight."
That got a chuckle out of him. "Oh yeah?" Valentino leans closer to you. "You havin' fun?"
"Yeah!" A big smile beams on your face. "I never really got to... have much fun back when I was alive, so..." You look away, voice softening. "This is... kinda like a second chance, I guess. Maybe I won't fuck everything up this time."
There's something in your tone that, for some reason, makes the Overlord... uncomfortable, but before he can press you on the subject, you're standing up, wobbling slightly. "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."
"You don't have to tell me." The pimp responds flippantly, and yet, his eyes watch you every second as you teeter away, monitoring every step until you've reached the bathrooms on the other side of the room. Dumbass. Don't you know all that stumbling is painting a target on your back? The moth rolls his eyes before going back to his phone, finding himself occasionally glancing back to the bathrooms, keeping an eye out for you.
By the time you're done drunkenly crying in the bathroom, you re-enter the dance floor to see Valentino preoccupied with some of his dancers, and you sigh. Of course. You forgot. You're just the boring dumpy one in comparison to all these attractive models and strippers and porn stars. He was just talking to you to humor you. You weren't popular or interesting or his friend or anything. You were just something to pass his time. You weren't special. You're nothing to him.
In the corner of his eye, Valentino watches you turn around and head in another direction, going to sit at the bar, pulling out your wallet, and ordering another drink. He scowls.
Half an hour later, you're still on the other end of the room, and to your knowledge you've been all but forgotten about, which you told yourself was fine. The self-imposed isolation stung, but thankfully, some random guy had wandered up to you, taking a seat beside you to begin chatting you up. You nod and 'uh huh' as he talks about himself, only half-listening, and after a little while he even buys you another drink which was nice considering your deepening depression.
But then your phone dings. It's Angel, someone you've come to think of similar to an older brother.
Boss says we're leavin soon. Where ya at?
Really? Already? It isn't even that late. You hit a few keys in reply:
st the bat with some rando
**at the abt
**THE BAR omg sory drinking
With a small intoxicated laugh, you slip your phone into your pocket before looking back to your current companion. "Sorry, but I gotta go?" You giggle awkwardly, bringing yourself to stand. "My ride's leaving, so--"
"You're just gonna leave?" He interrupts you, standing as well, and suddenly you're uncomfortably aware of his superior bulk, towering height, and deepening look of displeasure. "Why? We're getting along so well. Stay here with me."
He puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes you back onto your stool, forcing you to sit down. Your chest tightens. "I-I have to-to go," You stutter out. "My friends--"
"Can leave without you." The stranger callously replies. "I've already bought you a drink. Just stay with me."
Words die in your throat. Fear starts to coil in your stomach. The stranger steps closer, alcohol heavy on his breath as he tries to bring his face closer to yours, but you turn away. You're grabbed by the shoulders as he tries to kiss you, and desperately, your eyes fly over to Valentino, mouth opening to call for help.
He's busy with a hooker in his lap. Your mouth shuts immediately, tears slipping down your cheeks. He would never hear you across the room like this anyways. He wouldn't even care that this is happening. You turn your head away from the sight of the Overlord, closing your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks as you feel hopeless resignation overcome you.
In this moment, as the aggressive man's lips are about to overtake your own, you tell yourself that you're worthless, and maybe it's for the best if you die again. At least you would be gone forever this time.
There's a loud pop, a thud, and screams. Your eyes open to the sight of your would-be assaulter on the floor, a bleeding hole straight through the side of his head.
"What the fuck was that?!"
Your head whips to see Valentino storming up to you angrily, his iconic pink handgun in his hand, still smoking. He looks furious. "You were just gonna let him touch you like that?! You weren't even gonna call for help or anything?! How fucking dumb are you?!"
Your bottom lip wobbles, and more tears stream down your cheeks as Valentino grabs your wrist, hauling you to stand, all but dragging you back to his booth, but you stumble to the floor. You're really dizzy for some reason, the room starting to sort of sway. "You leave your drink alone with him?" The Overlord asks, letting out a loud groan when you nod. "Fucking idiot. You really are like some kinda fuckin' pet; I have to work to keep your stupid ass alive."
"Ssssorry," You slur, briefly wondering how this could be kicking in so fast when you had only been with that guy for a little while. Maybe it was just something extra potent?
Some of Valentino's workers, including Angel Dust, make their way over to you, helping peel you up off of the ground. "C'mon, let's getcha back to the studio." The spider says, letting you lean on him as you stumble along with the others to the limosine outside. You all but collapse into your seat, eyes closing as it's progressively becoming harder to think. There's a hand on your shoulder, and it barely has to pull before you're slumping over into someone's lap, the color of red and the scent of cologne filling your senses as fingers pet through your hair, another rubbing your back as you groan in discomfort. You're far too woozy to refuse or even question it as you groggily mumble, "Are we going home...?"
"Don't worry about it." A deep voice from above you says confidently. "Just relax and let that shit work outta your system."
"Okay..." You agree tiredly, letting your eyes close as the next series of events begin to blur. At first everyone else is in the limo, all of the dancers that had came with you and Valentino, but at some point, you drift off, awaking to find them all gone, sleepy eyes looking out the window to see that you're still riding in the car. Your eyes close again, and they open to the sensation of you being carried. Another brief blackout, and suddenly you're in bed, or A bed, one much softer and larger than your own. You're on your back, warm covers over you, but your arm is cocked at an odd angle, and when you try to roll over into a more comfortable position, you feel a pull, hearing clinking metal.
Before you lose consciousness completely, you remember hearing a very distinctive click, and then you're out.
You're snoring loudly, completely asleep as Valentino stands over you, saving the photo he just took with the tap of a button and a smirk on his face. You always look so cute when you're sleeping. His red eyes glow in the dark as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, every little twitch of your fingers. His cell phone raises, and more pictures are taken. Briefly, he wonders if he should strip you down, take some nudes while you're knocked out, just to have some blackmail on hand in case you ever get the smart idea to try and leave him.
But then, the fuzzy pink handcuff around your wrist and secured firmly to the headboard of his own personal bed would surely prevent that anyways.
You had felt compelled to do something when the princess of hell pleaded her case to heaven. To think they've been slaughtering hell's citizens this whole time and for the reason of overpopulation.
It all seemed so unfair and the princess seemed to actually be making an impact as you all saw the sinner she was trying to redeem act very selfless. Looking out for his friend and standing up to someone with power over him to protect others. Yet the seraphim concluded that there was no helping him.
You couldn't believe the events you witness so you decided that enough was enough and you packed your bags and took a portal to hell. (Without telling anyone of course). When you arrived you noticed that it was like earth but worse. Dirty with crime in every corner.
You tried not to be judgemental. You didn't like how the angels acted so superior towards the princess and her people so you wanted to be as open minded as you could. You tried to find some kind of directions so you make your way to the hotel but nobody seemed inclined to help.
Meanwhile you were unaware that as an angel showing up in hell you were attracting more attention than you realized. The demons that noticed your halo and wings began to whisper about and you were oblivious to the cameras watching you since you arrived.
"Is that really an Angel?" Vox pondered. "She certainly looks like she comes from heaven" Valentino said with slightly suggestive implications. "She might be powerful if we can get her to make a deal..." Vox's words trailed off as he felt consumed with the way she moved. She was born to be on a screen. "...We'll have to make sure she doesn’t make it to her intended destination." He caught himself trying to hide his allure towards her.
Val on the other hand never tried to hide anything. "Ella seguro es hermosa. I wonder if she'd be open to filming something with me." He spoke as he eyed her on the screen. Vox tried to contain the unreasonable amount of jealousy he was already feeling. "Well if I get a deal with her we can share." Vox lied. He didn't have any plans to share her. Val didn't seem to like that idea.
"How come you want her so bad? Maybe if I get her I can make us both rich." They both threw shade at one another while trying to hide their true feelings before they noticed the cameras had lost their precious little angel. "HEY! WHERED SHE GO?!?" Vox shouted. They searched street after street before the drone found her again. She was close to the hazbin hotel. "Shit! We can't let her get there." Vox declared. "You're right. We can discuss this once we have her here." Valentino said being uncharacteristically reasonable for once.
"I'll cut her off and you meet me there" Vox knew he might have to share her with Val but he started to feel confident he could manipulate him enough to keep him in check at the very least. Now all he needed to do was convince an Angel to trust a demon which was something he wasn't too concerned about. Convincing people to trust him was literally his job. And it was pretty damn good at it. This should be easy.
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