"What is sexier than the brink of death?"

Requests: Open They/Them

[mistleaneous-chaos]

Ok so I just completed the Fia questline and BOY do I have thoughts

Elden Ring Spoilers

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Ok so here we go:

1- Man Godwyn is made so much cooler by the implications of Lichdragon Fortissax, what with Fortissax literally going “I’m bouta fight Death” to let Godwyn die properly only to then fight so hard to no avail that he succumbs to it and becomes a Lichdragon like dude. You KNOW they were BFFs when that dragon fought death for his bestie

2- I’m still caught up by the Dark souls 1 references that is just- Godwyn’s new “form”. Because now not only is he the First Of The Dead (Demigods) like Nito, but now he has this sort of Witch of Chaos vibe where I think he’s in the roots?(Also the deeproot depths roots kept creeping me out and eventually I realized it’s because they lowkey looked like fingers grasping the buildings underground)

3- The fact that these fuckers introduced a fucking THIRD ETERNAL CITY WHEN WE BARELY KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT NOKRON AND NOKSTELLA BESIDES ASTELS AFFECTS IS JUST. THE AUDACITY.

4- Lhuthel the Headless’ description implies that their guarding of Godwyn until his revival allowed them an Erdtree burial. So does that mean that people know that Godwyn is the way he is now? Or do they all just know that he didn’t die a proper death and think he’s going to come back?

5- Golden Epitath’s description really makes me think that Miquella prayed for Godwyn to die a proper death, mainly because the description says “Lord Brother” and you can’t tell me that the boy who made his papa a boomerang incantation wouldn’t call his brother “Lord Brother” like c’mon.

6- Fia summoning Rogier FUCKED WITH ME. I WAS WORRIED THAT WAS ACTUALLY HIM FOR A SEC THEN I REALIZED SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST MAKING CLONES.

7- Lionel’s adoption of Fia is still hilarious because he really just saw her and went “Hmm. I believe today I will adopt an Undead Person!” And then did. And he even had time to go to the Radahn Festival!

8- This really does make me think that Godwyn’s death also had a hand in corrupting the 2 Fingers as well as The Shattering as a whole. Because his body is making deathroot and if you check the map you find it BELOW THE CAPITAL. He has a DIRECT SHOT TO THE ERDTREE. So the implications of Deathroot corrupting the Erdtree is absolutely horrifying and maybe why Grace is so fucky or why everyone’s going batshit(Not talking abt frenzied flame just the insane soldiers and shit wandering about, I will probably talk about the Frenzy another time)

9- This also makes me think that the Haligtree may have served a second purpose besides just being a vessel for Miquella’s Growth. I think it may have also been a replacement for the Erdtree or turned into one if Miquella had ascended, possibly to undo Godwyn’s corruption. This may not be true but just a thought

10- Man I thought Godwyn was like, some privileged little guy in the family who got killed in an assassination and that was it, but he turned out to be a diplomat who worked out peace with the dragons, only to be partially killed by people he didn’t know who was working with his half-sister who made sure he didn’t die completely, becoming this weird face and obtaining semi-omnipresence but also lacking any concrete method of communication, becoming a being of Eldritch Horror that nobody can communicate with and is permanently stuck in a state of Undeath… at least he’s got a cool area tho!

(Also I can’t WAIT To write the demigods reacting to him in my AU, that’s gonna be funny as hell)

[yanderesimps]

Scarlet slumber

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A Miquela and Malenia story

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It was always there, ever looming in the always so distant retches of her mind, whispering and taunting her as if to provoke and incite.

Even in her now distant youth, she had always tried so desperately to ignore the words and voices, speaking to her of atrocities she could commit if she allowed the distant scarlet to lay siege to her will. There were times where they would ensnare her dreams within their grip, poisoning her nights with weary visions of the land between left in a constant state of stagnation and decline, devoured by the rot released by her unwilling hand. But like the ever watching eye of the moon, Miquela would always find her, consumed by the embrace of the night, hoping that the blissful silence may allow her a moments respite. He would slowly approach her, rarely seeing a sight of his sister not alerted by the mere dust floating amongst the air.

And like he would do even in the days where their eyes met with ease, he would clutch her the nightwear silken gown snared around her waist and pull himself close to the warmth of her presence. Malenia would always find that the rot within her calmed when miquela was nearby or perhaps it was just that something far more important require her attention.

She looked down at him, finding his pearly eyes gleaming up at her with wonder as if she were a flawless statue crafted from the finest marble. She would kneel to meet his level and almost immediately her brothers little hand would find her face even in the dimly lit gleam of the distant moon. His fingers traced the now scarred shut lids of her eyes, making the brother's heart twist and shatter. Oh how he yearned for the power to purge this vile rot from his sister's vessel and bring back the days before her arm and leg had wilted to rock only to crumble to dust.

Before his very eyes and with each passing moment, his sister was fading away like the embrace of the summer months much to his torment. Miquella was powerless to stop his twin's decline, only able to bring her momentary calm from the eternal torment of the scarlet bloom festering beneath her flesh like a cancer.

Yet, her will remained strong, heaving her lips into a content smile with every pout or sight of worry that pinched his brow. Alas as the weeks grew into years and the looming rot claimed her skin like the eroding sea banks of Liurnia, she could not hold the seemingly growing voices that laid claim to her mind at bay.

She would submerge herself in training, calling upon the distraction and passions of battle to distract her from her own fractured mind. Her brother being her only comfort in life, never her father's ever distant glare and mother's untouchable divinity. Oh how she despised them so, how they were both sickingly similar to the point where she wondered if they were of the same mind. They would watch as she wilted like a flower at battle with the northern winds. When her arm and leg disapated like the ashes of her victims, they were merely replaced just as she would be if she could not prove to be worthy.

But for now, with her mind clear and distant from the troubles of the outside world, Malenia raised her last hand of flesh to the tears staining her brothers face. She found solace in his tears, knowing that even though her twin brother was cursed with an eternal childhood, that his compassion and purity would not be tainted as hers had by the passing years of maturity.

She wondered sometimes how her brother could hold her in such awe for if she was a goddess carved in marble, it would be one lost to the tests of time. Broken charred and chapped. Her skin flaked like the old paints of the capital and fallen leaves of the erdtree. She was no longer the beauty she once was, the picturesque double of her father's image but instead the rotting bile that was his existence and lineage. But miquella? He had taken after their mother. Golden hair that shamed the glow of the erdtree and would make that sun turn its cheek in embarrassment. He was divinity and purity. He was what the mortals thought their mother to be. He was flawless no matter how much he sought to escape the limits and endless staircase of restrictions of his outer shell.

"Do you know who I am, Miquela" She asked softly, like the petals of her scarlet bloom that would someday birth to poison the lands of caelid.

Miquela nodded slowly, leaning his head to rest in the warmth of his sister's kindness. "You are Malenia, don't ask such stupid questions" He said, chastising her meekly beneath an ocean of tears that reminded Malenia of the stars that danced across the sky.

"Not only that but I am Malenia, blade of Miquela and I have never...?"

Miquela's face scrunched up as sadness bled into his heart, he feared his sister would collapse into nothingingness at that very moment, leaving him to greet the 'morrow alone. "...never know defeat" He said, finishing her words admist his own soft sobs that shook his words.

"This sickness will not claim me nor will it come to defeat me, Miquela, for as long as you wish it of me, I will remain by your side and wait for thy day that you will save me from this rotting prison"

Miquela nodded without words as he soon found shame in his moment of weakness.

"I will save you" Was all the twin brother could manage at that moment.

"And I will wait for you, no matter how many battle fields I must cross in order to see thy rising sun with you once more"

Malenia smiled once more, harshly ruffling her brothers crown making him chuckle beneath her rough affections.

[yanderesimps]

YALL OH MY GOD BAYONETTA IS HERE!!!!

MY QUEENNNNNN!!!!! I AM NOT WORTHY OF SUCH BEAUTYYYY

(I GOT EXCITED AND POSTED THIS ON MY MAIN TUMBLR AND NOT THE BAYONETTA ONE)

[yanderesimps]

"I hate that you're me"

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A yandere kiribaku x fem!reader fanfic

(Warning: Reference to rape, reference to forced sex, kidnapping, obsession, mental illness)

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You couldn't remember how long you've been here. Well, you didn't like to remember how long you've been here to be more specific. In reality, your subconscious had been counting down every fucking day since you were torn from your previous life. Alike those who perished during sinking of the titanic, your old life fleeted from your mind and was instead replaced with the desperate hysterical need for survival. Pulled beneath the depths and smothered within the icy embrace, all you could hope for was survival, that someone may hear your plea and save you from those whom you thought already had been protecting you.

Four hundred and ninety-four days.

It seemed suffocating when you thought about it, the overwhelming reality of how truly long it had been since you were take from your life. Not that your existence was all too desirable to begin with but compared to a glorified prison masqueraded as an existence solely dedicated to sating the urges of a pair of corrupt heros, your previous life was a distant heartache but one that you missed deeply. How long it had been since their perverted desire for you had become so overwhelming that it threatened to choke them if they didn't have you soon. Their twisted minds and tainted hand, drenched with the blood of those who dared to come between them and you, had finally laid claim to you.

Now your life was little more than fragments of memories crushed and broken beneath the molding hand of their torture. It was like a lump clay between the hands of a craftsmen as even the slightest mistake whether it was the clay collapsing, cracking or just not looking as preferred led to the entirety of the process beginning again. Smile too little or laugh too forcefully and you would be subjected to their love which usually meant either being smothered beneath kirishima as he pounded relentlessly into your overestimated cunt as his teeth tore the flesh of your neck or being subjected to Bakugou's more sadistic torture.

Kirishima liked breaking you down, forcing your mind to react in contradictory ways that he could manipulate and bend to his liking so that he could tell his delusional self that this was all part of building a relationship with you. Bakugou liked seeing you in pain, watching you stumble and cry or bite your lip to suppress the weak cries. His ego feasted upon your weakness, sending the euphoric pleasure of beating you down to his cock while the pro hero consistently reminded himself how much you needed as he stroked his hard on. Either by burning the soles of your feet until your heels consisted of little more than charred, burnt remnants of flesh that would break and split with each step or by leaving you to starve for days on end whenever you would refuse the meals he would make for you. Oh how this man, this beast, revled and toiled in this state, blissfully watching you stumble and silently admiring your resolve that he knew would shatter once he spread your legs and sent you into a flurry of wails and tears.

And you, being all to stubborn, resisted it all from the very beginning. You rejected them when they first strangely approached, asking you out on a date with the both of them. You, being visibly repulsed, obviously said no and went about the rest oulf your day, making a silent note to request a transfer to another agency.

You'd known the two pro heros had been dating since not long after their time at U.A since it was pretty much public knowledge but being one of thr lesser known heros at Bakugou's agency exposed you to the more intimate parts of their relationship that was hidden from the public. You use to think it was almost sweet when you'd glimpse towards the two and listen to the simple chastising for Kirishima's stupid actions or a simple pre-made lunch bakugou made but upon getting closer to the two, you'd soon meet the darker side of them.

Alas here you were, a year give or take, still within their sadist grasp with dimming hope and mere embers of dignity left after their constant assaults. Your skin felt like ashe, not in the literal sense but rather how it felt as if you would break apart and wither away as a sad remembrance of something claimed by the fires of unending torture.

Your eyes were latched to the window, watching as the last fleeting birds of autumn allowed their wings to spread and for the trustful wind to take them where they wished to flee from the cooling weather. It was preferable compared to the city, they didn't need to tape your mouth shut or lock you in a room so you wouldn't smash the windows and throw yourself over the balcony. Well, they didn't need to do that anymore at least now you were out in the county.

Truthfully, a part of it saddened you, how even out here away from the vices and cruelties of civilisation, you only felt more trapped. Like a bird in a cage that sat outside, you could venture out to feel the grass between your toes or the whispered droplets of rain grace your paling skin. Even the sun seemed like bitter memory, a taunt or sneer of a life once filled by light and happiness.

Your back stilled as you were pulled from your delusions of your past life by the grasp of a large hand on you her shoulder. It would be considered gentle to anyone else but by someone who watched the vile sides of a pro hero, you could feel how it tense around her loosely covered skin. She could almost vomit at how truly gut-wrenching it all truly was, how his fingers linger as trail in lustful innuendo. How his grip lingered on her, making your entire body stop and wretch beneath his touch. You had trained yourself not to flinch and ignore the utter blistering disgust that filled the rotting chambers of her heart as you she once had, it only angered the jagged toothed hero and led to punishment. Even a fool like you her, preferred avoiding unnecessary punishment.

Because none of this was happening to you, it was happening to her. None of this was happening to you because you hadn't don't anything to deserve it, it was her that deserved it. She deserved it when kirishima's teeth left scars that lasted for months. She deserved when Bakugou would make her back and thighs blister due to his quirk aided slaps. No, she was the bad girl, she was the one broken and lost.

You were elsewhere, free and happy. You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve the long night's where kirishima would mask his taunting with sweet words as he pulled your cunt closer and closer to that bitter release. You didn't deserve the cruel words Katsuki would spout at you, making your tears spill and throat ache as you attempted to keep your emotions concealed only for it to end up filled with the shaft of his salty cock head.

"It's dinnertime, Sweetheart"

"Yes, Eijiro" She said weakly, watching the last few bird flutter away.

She got up to sit down at the table.

She plastered on that fake smile.

She prepared her mouth for its daily fucking.

You would hide away for now because she was protecting you from it all. Only letting you come out in the middle of the night while trapped between their sweaty embrace or when the birds finally returned.

She would offer you those brief moments of relief before shutting you away again from their cruelty.

You hated her but she loved you. You hated that she needed to exist but she loved that even a piece of you still did. Loving you enough to want to protect you and sacrifice herself so that when help did come then there would still be even a fraction left of whatever person you both once were in order to save.

On that day, you would fly and she would succumb to darkness because either way, one of you wasn't going to get out of this or endure this without the other perishing. She needed to die so that you may soar from their tainted grip.

[yanderesimps]

Alcina Dimitrescu and Child!Daughters

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Alcina watched from within the forest tree line as her little ones hacked the man-thing with the tiny blades after louring him on the guise that their mother was in trouble.

"Daniela! Be careful with that, you don't know where that's been!"

"But mother..."

"No means no, young one. Put the head back"

The youngest of the girls huffed with deep pout, slowly and reluctantly lowering the disevered head from where she had raised it over her own in victory. Cassandra and Bela patted the disappointed little girl's head, saying that they'll be sure to catch her a couple eyeball next time.

"You promise?" Daniela asked, threatening tears bubbling in her eyes.

Cassandra and Bela remained firm in the assertion that they'd fetch a couple limbs for their youngest sister.

"Come now, girls, it shall be dawn soon"

The girls were back to being bubbling messes, running to their mother hand in hand before lanching themselves into Alcina's outstretched arms.

Bela quickly took the highest point on Alcina's shoulders, Cassandra clung to her mother's neck while Daniela rested in her mother's embrace just below her breast.

"Now what do we say, girls?"

"Thank you, mother" They all said in unison.

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Cassandra and Bela clung to the bedsheets as they watched a puffy and hot Bela sniffle under the wet cloth placed on her forehead. Daniela had long decended into silent tears as she tightly gasped her oldest sisters hand all while Cassandra was desperately trying to keep her own tears at bay.

"Mother, will Bela die?"

"No, my darlings, she just has a little fever. Its nothing she wouldn't have recovered from by tomorrow"

"So...she'll be okay"

"She'll be fine, little ones" Alcina hummed with a gentle smile before picking up the two and placing small kisses on their foreheads.

"But we must let Bela rest if you wish for her to go hunting with us tomorrow. You can be strong for your eldest sister right?"

Daniela nodded, all while tears streaked her cheeks and Cassandra hid her face in her mother's neck, humming in agreement.

"That's my girls. Bela will be better soon, now why don't we find your favorite maid for you to chase around the castle?"

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"Heisenberg! You have gone too far!"

"Relax, sis! It'll build character"

"She is a child!"

"The girl hacks people to death with knives, Alcina, I'm sure she can handle the factory"

And with that Cassandra stepped out of the entrance to the factory, an unusually stoic expression on the little girls face. Alcina practically leapt towards the girl and fell to her knees before grasping the child's shoulders lightly while checking her for injuries.

"Cassandra! Darling! Are you okay, my dear?"

The little girl gazed up at her mother with a momentarily expressionless gaze. Alcina expected the usual grin to appear, for the little girl to just light up and say that it was barely a challange.

What alcina wasn't expecting were viable tears to fill the girls eyes and for Cassandra to slowly close into her mother's arms.

Small sniffles turned into full blown cries and the girl told her mother about how dark the factory was and how she couldn't find Alcina anywhere no matter how hard she called.

"I-I k-keep calling b-but you weren't there!" The girl stuttered before her sobs worsened all while alcina desperatly tried to console to terrified child.

"Hush now little one, I will always protect you when you need me"

Heisenberg soon disappeared after than, not sticking around to face his sisters wraith.

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"And then little red riding hood returned home to her mother. The end"

Alica removed her reading glasses and closed the bed time story before glancing down at three girls snuggled together in bed. Daniela was already sleeping soundly while Cassandra and Bela liked rather perplexed.

"Mother?" Bela asked.

"Yes, my dear"

"Why didn't she just kill the wolf herself. Why did the man thing have to do it"

Alcina leant down to kiss her daughters foreheads.

"because snow White is weak. Never rely on or trust a man-thing, girls. You must be strong enough to save yourselves"

"Yes mother"

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Daniela clung to the fabric of her mother's dress, her cheeks and hands rubbed raw by the Romanian cold.

"Mother..."

"Yes, my dear?

"Its cold..."

Alcina gently smiled down at her youngest daughter before bending down and scooping the freeing girl into her arms and shielding her from the cold with her fur coad.

"It is cold, isn't it, Daniela?"

Alcina ignored the sharp sudden cold as the freeing child leaned into her mother's embrace. Daniela nodded softly, almost sadly as she gazed at her two other sisters who screamed wildly as they pelted each other with snow balls.

"Mother, when will my flies be ready to at least go outside in the snow?"

"You are still young, my Daniela" perhaps next year when you've grown. How about we fetch you a new winters closet in the meantime" Alcina offered, making the Daniela smile brightly at the though of a new season of clothes.

[yanderesimps]

A lady dimitrescu and daughters drabble

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"Daniela, would you please shut up! It won't work if you're not quiet"

The youngest sister could barely contain her suffocated laughter as the two clung to the chandelier. The chandelier which hung just directly above the grand staircase that lead to the entrance of the castle. Though even the girls weren't entirely sure how they got up there all by themselves.

"Okay okay, no need to be so mean. Bela, go get mother, we're ready" Daniela said, her smirk wide and threatening as it revealed her bloodied teeth. Bela down below on the ground, much to her delight, nodded and returned the mischievous smile before running up the stairs.

Daniela continued to giggle while Cassandra tried to surpress her smile as the two continued to cutch onto the chain that attached the light to the stone roof.

"How long until mother is here?" Daniela whispered excitedly only for Cassandra to roll her eyes. "If Bela tells her you got stuck in the snow again then she'll probably walk really slowly just to teach you a lesson"

"That was one time!"

"No need to fret, dear sister, I'll make sure to get you a warm coat this year" Cassandra teased, making Daniela punching her sister light before the two descended into a fit a silent giggles.

"Hurry, mother, who knows how long she's been out there!"

"For goodness sakes, Bela, of all things you disturb me once again because your sister is incapable of staying in doors"

Cassandra and Daniela were immediately silenced and watched as the rim of their mother's hat came into view as well as Bela not long after. They caught Bela's gaze for a moment as Alcina was about to reach for the grand doors that lead outside.

Then they pounced. Deciding like a flock of bird onto their mother who grunted slightly as if the sudden impact had barely affected her. Daniela hands immediately went for her mother's eyes, unaware of the small smirk that clung to Alcina's painted lips.

"Mother is blinded! Hurry!"

With a quick swipe, Cassandra snatched the hat right off of the lady's head and the trio immediately set off in a flurry of insects and bats.

"You better pray that I do not find you three or you have hell to pay, my dears!"

The girls giggled as they ran through the halls with only the occasional thump of their mother's steps to keep them moving forward. "We should hide in mother's bedroom! She'll never expect it" Bela said, qlancing back to see if Alcina had already caught up to them.

"Let's get in there quickly" Cassandra added, immediately opening the door before trying to as silently a possible close it without alerting Alcina.

Daniela immediately darted to crawl under the bed.

Bela wrapped herself behind the curtain.

Cassandra dove into a wardrobe.

The girls were in a fit of quiet laugher as the silence continued to ring on for the next few minutes until the sound a the door cracking open filled the room and the girls could've sworn they heard the fabric of their mother's dress caress the carpet.

"Now where could they be? I have looked ALL over the castle and it seems that my daughters are impossible to find. Alas it seems I must admit defeat that is unless...."

Daniela had to cup her mouth to stop her laughter from sputtering out as she watched Alcina rip open the wardrobe and tear Cassandra out as the girl screamed in joy and excitement.

For a moment, Cassandra wrestled in Alcina's arms only to submit and alcina to swiftly put but on the hat that Cassandra had so rudely taken.

"Now, my daughter, where are the rest of your sisters?"

"Vengence!" Daniela screeched as she dove out from under the bed and latched herself around Alcina's legs.

"Now Bela!!"

Almost immediately Bela jumped out from her hiding space and launched herself into the stomach of her mother. Even alcina seemed surpsied as her gripped legs slipped out from under her and she found herself toppled to the ground.

The lady soon found herself crushed beneath three girls, all cheering in victory as he hat was once again taken as their trophy.

"Well played, girls, well played"

[yanderesimps]

Like a dying phoenix

A lady dimitrescu fanfiction

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Alcina cradled the shattered remains of Cassandra in the palms of her bloodied hands. Her arms shook slightly, mostly in anger as she desperately tried to keep her volitile emotions at bay but yet, as she gazed gazed down at what was left of one of her daughters, she could help but allow the silent tears to fall.

Bela and Daniela surrounded her as well, whatever was left of them at least or all Alcina could scrounge up within their tattered black robes.

The woman was half tempted to return to the body she'd left atop the tower and continue to puncture the long decapitated man continously with her claws. Each strike would match whatever cruelty he bestowed upon her daughters.

Alcina could only imagine their last works, wonder if they pleaded for her in their last moments or passed peacefully at all. Her nose scrunched up slightly as her paled cheeks continued to be struck by the odd fallen tear.

"Mother won't yell anymore just...get up...please just get up" She pleaded for their giggled to fill the room and for a flurry of three pairs of arms to wrap around her waist. Alas none came and the lady was left alone with her own thoughts.

"my fault...this is all my fault" Alcina sobbed, her eye makeup long smuged and trailing with her pearl tears.

She reached for the shattered pieces of her daughters only for her hands to hesitate for a moment as if her to touch would further taint the ashe and torn fabric. Cries racked her chest and the woman clasped a hand over her heart, silk gloves tracing over cold greying skin above a motionless organ that hadn't truly beated for decades.

All she could see was their smiles.

All she could hear was their laughter filling the dark halls.

Would they be alive if she'd been more careful? Had she put too much faith in not only her own invincibility but theirs too?

Alcina could practically feel her heart breaking with each passing second that the girls were no longer there to comfort her sorrow and bring light to her lonely days.

Cassandra, Bela and Daniela.

Each girl had carved their way into her cold heart whether she liked it or not. Pehapes she'd grown to fill the title of "Mother" that the girls had bestowed upon her or maybe in a way they had always truly been her daughters. Nevertheless, Lady dimitrescu had fallen deep into the pit of mourning, something that she'd long since felt.

She hated it.

She hated this castle.

She had herself.

Anger surged through her veins and soon the woman found herself tearing the bed chambers to chambles. Wardrobes were thrown out windows, drapes were torn from hooks and walls cracked under the impact of her fists. It wouldn't be surprising if those in the village could feel the thunder of her footsteps and crackled of the words that left her throat sore.

"He ruined everything! All for a child! A fucking child!" Her hat had long since flew from her curls which had also become frayed and loose from the bun that held them. "I should have killed him the moment his filthly stench neared my home!! I should have ripped his limbs off right in front of mother Miranda and be DAMNED with the ceremony. I should have...I should've...protected them"

Once again the tears fell and the woman wept over the damp ashes of her daughters. Her words were nothing more than weak cries of regret and sorrow, bleeding directly from her soul or whatever remained.

Then like the screeching of a child, a fly of all things landed on her cheek, the lady could barely react in disgust and smack it away admist her tears before it flew away.

Wait...Alcina's body froze. A fly? Slowly, her hand reached to the fly that continued to fly around her and surprisingly, it almost immediately landed in her palm.

Through her tears, Alcina's eyes darted to the ashes beneath her only to we met with a handful already heaving their way from beneath the black torn fabrics. The lady could barely contain her shock as well as pure joy. Like a dying phoenix, perhaps her daughters would rise again, perhaps she'd protected them in their last hour by taking their remains from the cold where they were weakened and slain.

Alcina wasn't about to wait around. She had preparations to do.

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It had been days, possibly even weeks and the steady flow of flies had soon developed in to swarms, all sticking to their respective piles of ashes.

Alcina had laid her daughters upon the highest tower in the castle where she knew they'd be safe. She doused their remains with blood every day, sometimes even leaving the castle herself to fetch the prime subject that suited each daughter's particular taste. She even feld the decaying body of Ethan to the flies and laughed as the swarms of insects devowered even his bones until the tiles were stained in his blood.

With each passing day the daughters grew stronger and with each passing hour alcina grew more anxious. She would watch over them for hours, even to the point of refusing to eat if there had been even a subtle change in formation of insects.

She wished with all her heart to be there when her daughters emerged, to embrace them when they finally awoke and to plead forgiveness that they ever had to endure the close grasp of death.

So when Bela, her eldest emerged first, very disoriented, Alcina leapt to her feet and took the girl into her arms. Bela, who had never seen her mother cry, had assumed she was in a dream of some sort or perhaps still dead. She would soon reassure her mother for the next few hours that she wasn't at fault and that it was just the man-thing that had caused it all.

The two stayed together, talking endlessly, Bela always huddled in her mother's embrace as they both waited for the other two to emerge.

When Cassandra and Daniela had, there was very few things that would have been able to stop Alcina that day as her legs tore through the castle at the mere thought that her daughters were back.

Daniela wept almost as much as her mother all while Cassandra desperately attempted to wriggle from Alcina's stone like embrace. "MOTHERRRR, I'M FINEEE. Let GO of me!!"

"Just another few minutes, Cassandra darling"

Cassandra sighed to herself, knowing that they'd all be sleeping in mother's bed tonight, refusing to allow bela to seem the small smile that appeared of her blood stained lips at the thought.

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And so they were, Cassandra and Daniela wrestling each other admist the sheets as bela read a book. Alcina still disrobing herself before pulling on a silk nightdress.

"Now now, girls, no fighting after hours" Alcina said, approaching the bed.

Daniela giggled wildly, leaping onto her mother's towering frame making the woman laugh heartedly as the girl attempted to over power her mother.

Throwing Daniela back to the sheets, Alcina climbed in quickly, soon finding herself buried beneath a pile of limbs. Daniela buried her face in Alcina's stomach, wrapping her arms around her hips. Cassandra hugged Daniela from behind all while bela nestled comfortable behind Alcina as she played with Alcina's soft black curls.

The four were soon consumed by darkness but all Alcina could feel was relief, stopping herself from checking if her daughter's hearts were still beating every five minutes.

A content smile fell upon her face but not before she gave one last glance to the skull that was placed neatly on top of her nightstand.

"Goodnight, Ethan"

[yanderesimps]

Destined torture

Yandere Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

(Warnings: Unrequited love, forced relationships, forced intimacy, angst, obsession, soulmates AU)

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It wasn't easy to avoid the blonde when you're the childhood friend of one of his main targets for bullying. Izuku Midoriya, the boy from across the street with a somewhat concerning all might addiction.

You two met in the park one day, stumbling over as you loomed over the greed haired boy as he played in the sandpit. The two of you had sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, always keeping about a meters distance between yourselves as you eyed each other quietly as shy children do.

Until you mumbled about how you liked his all might action figures and his eyes lit up like the night sky, filled with unimaginable excitement. It had all gone up from there of course but now instead you'd both graduated from harmless kiddies to slightly less harmless adolescents.

That of course meant that you had the pleasure to often have deal with the rampaging temper and relentless bullying of a certain Katsuki Bakugou. That wasn't to say that he'd always be such a brat, only ever giving you the brunt of his lashings when he would spy you with Izuku in the school halls.

For years he mercilessly hassled Izuku and it had only ever gotten worse when your classmates had begun to develop their quirks. Izuku, much to his dismay, had to face the bitter truth that he was indeed quickless.

You were almost afraid that your quick would've widened the divide between you two but it somehow in a weird way brought you two even closer if they was humanly possible. By all means, your quick wasn't flashy and explosive like Bakugou's but it had been noteworthy, nothing that get you into UA but respective nevertheless.

When Bakugou would begin his precise schedule of tormenting Izuku, you were steadfast in defending your best friend much to Bakugou's annoyance.

But when you spied Bakugou in the halls today, you'd expected the worst. Your lips twisted into a blatent frown which could make even Endeavour's fire run cold.

Bakugou approached, his hands shoved into his baggy trouser as he stood in front of you, his delinquent friend thankfully no where to be seen. You two stood in raging silence that seemed to ring louder in your ears that your thoughts of contempt for the boy in front of you.

Pulling a hand out of his trousers, you almost expected a bloody nose but soon found yourself staring at a crinkled envelope. You stared at the letter for a few moments before darting your unimpressed glare back to meet the red pupils that stated right back at you.

"Is this a new tecnique? Come to defeat me through the power of paper cuts?" You tittered, resisting the growing earge to swat the paper from his hand.

The blonde clicked his tongue at your sarcasm, thrusting the letter closer to you. "It's an invitation, dumbass, my birthday is next week and the hag made me give you this since she thinks we're friends or whatever"

"Oh my goodness! Why didn't you just say so? I'll make sure to put this in my files, right in the "remember to burn" section" You sang in fake glee, your mocking joyful expression soon falling back into its usual scowl when in the company of the blonde.

Bakugou's eye seemed to twitch slightly at your works and you could practically smell the caremel scent in the air heating up. Surprising, he didn't even say anything and simply turned on his heel to leave. "Well that was...boring" you said with almost a huff. In the past, making bakugou angry was something you actively avoided like the plague but now? It was nothing more than a fun family activity.

So when you didn't feel the flesh of your cheeks burning from 3rd degree burns it was nothing less than a shock. You could almost felt the bright heavens radiating down upon you. Had katsuki bakugou finally developed an actual personality that didn't involve being a dick?

Of course not.

But that still didn't explain why he was inviting you to a fucking birthday party.

It practically struck you like a brick when you realised what this meant.

Bakugou was now one year older

It was the day that everyone seemed to yern for. The day of the mark. A mark that would tell you the name of your soulmate. A mark that would appear on your 16th birthday.

It was bakugou's birthday.

He was turning 16 in one week.

And all that was just more gloating material.

There were quickless people which was bad enough. If you were quickless, you were seen as weaker, lesser and not normal but having no soul mark? It was practically a death sentence. You were seen as unlovable, unlikeable and unwanted. You were abnormal and disgusting. And ever since a certain blonde had developed a knat for explosions and Izuku hadn't, never having a soulmark was the first bullet in Katsuki's rifle when it came to his conquest of making Izuku's life a living nightmare.

And now for the next few months until your birthday it was all you two were going to hear about.

Heaven's gates swung closed right then and there and the pits of hell threatened to swallow you right there.

"Y/n"

You suddenly snapped out of your inner dialogue to see Deku approaching you with a slightly worried expression. Perhaps you'd been spending too much time standing silently while imagine your future months of torment from bakugou.

You pulled an eneasy grin and rubbed the back of your neck nervously. "No it's fine! Just fine!"

The boys face lit up with his classic smile that made your own heart warm. "great! Wanna get lunch then?" Clasping his arm you nodded with a stark grin. "Let go. I'm starving"

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...

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"What's you favorite type of coffin, Izuku?"

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There was no amount of pleading that would have gotten you out of this situation, no matter how hard you pleaded to your mother. She didn't even care that your funeral would be expensive.

So now here you were.

In a dress.

Your hair dolled up.

Make-up.

Planning out your 13th reason why.

Standing outside bakugou's home with a present clasped in your hands, the decently loud chatter within taughting you like the drums of War but then again you were practically about to dive into the trenches.

Your numb finger pressed the doorbell, your heart seemed to stutter at the sound of a nearing voice.

"Katsuki! Open your presents later!!" screeched a voice of whom you could only assume was miss Bakugou. The door opened the woman in front of you visable brightened as she glowed down upon you.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise, get in here! Katsuki's in the back garden" The woman's mood had practically done a full 180° at a mere glance of your slightly shaky form. "I'll take that, now go in and have fun with the others" She hummed with a wild smile as she took the neatly wrapped present from your sweaty palms. You merely nodded in response, finding that your throat had closed in on itself making it impossible to even swallow down your initial fear.

You could hear the distant cheering, chatting and occasional parent's voice as you walked further into the house, closer to the clear glass slide door that revealed the decoration littered back garden.

There only kids you could see were the possy that would always surround the blonde haired boy, the occasional guy you'd know from class and almost ever girl that would drop to their knees in the hope of katsuki bakugou noticing them.

Most never glanced at you, some glared at you in disgust but one particular pair of red eyes were fixated on you the moment you stepped in the garden.

You nearly cried tears of joy that the make up had taken so long since it seemed you'd actually missed the majority of the festivities. "In and out. This'll all be over soon" You hummed, trying to pathetically console yourself.

You'd made a beeline for the corner with the least amount of people, seating yourself on a lawn chair before quickly pulling out your phone, ideally hoping that you'd allowed to spend the next hour just lazily scrolling through your phone before grabbing a slice of cake and leaving.

Sadly, that wasn't what fate had instore. You looked up from your phone screen as a shadow suddenly loomed over you. "What? Not even gonna give me a happy birthday" Bakugou sneered, glaring down at you. Your own expression twisted into the perfect rendition of what the word "hatred" meant. Your eyes narrowed, your nose crumpled and lips fell into a neat frown. "I'm sure you'll find a way to survive without my half heart congratulations"

The boy above you nearly smiled at your words as he clicked his tounge and sat on the chair next to you. "Not even curious to find out who my soulmate is?" You raised and eyebrow but your expression remained the same. You took a mere glance at his wrist, only to see it covered before returning your gaze. That seemed to satisfy the boy in front of you as his grin widened visably.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm just praying for the poor soul that is destined to be with you for the rest of their days"

Bakugou just laughed and then left, leaving you in a puddle of confusion. He should've already gotten his soul mark, so why wasn't he parading it around like he did with everything?

You didn't give it another though, returning to your phone for the next while and brushing off the unsettling feeling the crawled up your spine.

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It wasn't surprising that they waited for the big reveal after bakugou had blown out his candles. You were just mildly aggrivated that such torture was continously being forced upon you rather than just letting you go home.

Everyone had crowded around the table where the cake sat. You, for some reason, found yourself stood at the corner of the table nearest to bakugou who stood in the center alone as the other surrounded the other sides.

Ms Bakugou had placed a hand on your shoulder and who you looked up to ask her why she was so clingy, she merely silenced you with a toothy smile.

She seemed to be excited about something.

Everyone had begun a countdown as katsuki raised his hand to everyone, lightly gripping his sleeve that hid the name of his future beloved.

You simply joined in hopes that the scene would go by faster, you didn't even look when he pulled down the arm of his jacket. You only notice the silence that followed after.

Then you noticed the eyes burrowed upon you.

The tightening grip on your shoulder.

Bakugou's glare.

How he was lightly smiling.

Then you noticed your first name neatly written into the flesh of his wrist.

The world seemed to slow then it had all soon went by like a blur just like you. Reality seemed to slip away at the seems and all you could do was slightly nod at the voices of congratulations and bright smiles of bakugou's parents. Disoriented, eyes pickled with tears as your dry throat struggled to find words.

Why was Katsuki still smiling?

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You'd been branded that day.

"Katsuki's girl"

Always finding a firery arm latched around your waist or shoulders as you were paraded down that halls like a spectacle for the ages.

You weren't allowed to speak to Izuku anymore or any guy for that matter. It wasn't like any of them risked their necks to talk to you anyway ever since Katsuki claimed you, broadcasting his mark like a trophy, a fitting collar that was locked around your neck.

You found yourself seated with the popular girl at every lunch when Katsuki didn't cling to you, people who you once years to be next to and chat with. Now it just felt empty. Empty conversation. Empty smiles. Empty happiness.

You would sometimes catch Izuku's eye in the hallways as a river of words went unsaid between you two. Then katsuki would tell him to "fuck off" before dragging you to class.

Life wasn't fun anymore. It wasn't even livable.

You barely realised how the month passed and your birthday was right around the corner. In fact, it was tomorrow.

"We'll have matching pairs then-? Hey, idiot, you listening to me?"

"Yes, Katsuki"

"good. I would hate to think you were ignoring me again" His palm gripped your chin like a face, tilting your head before he smashed his wet lips to yours. It was clumsy. It made you feel disgusting.

A hand sorely gripped your thigh, snaking up the helm of your school skirt. You didn't even bother to swat him away there days when he got handsy. It just encouraged him more to discipline you.

"I'll make sure to get you a great present, you'll love it" You knew what he meant by that, it made your heart drop and stomach threaten to heave.

Bakugou soon got up to leave with a group of his friends, leaving you to wallow in you own desperation. You glanced at your wrist. Katsuki had been baring down upon it every day to see if there was even an inclination that his name was appearing.

In reality it didn't really matter, it was just gloating privileges for him now, a way of bragging that you two were destined and you would be hs fine piece of ass for life.

You stroked the reddened skin, it had been sore lately.

"please..."

"Please...anyones name...just as long as its not his"

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"Come on, Y/n!"

"Show us!"

"Its obvious what it is gonna say"

You didn't even bother to check what your wrist said when you woke up this morning. Katsuki made you promise that you wouldn't and that you would wait for school.

So here you were, seated in the cafeteria with the majority of the class surrounding you a Katsuki. You could practically feel the pride radiating from him right now.

"go ahead, babe, show em"

And so you did, jutting out your arm and revealing the name to all around.

It was silent again. You expected squeals of jealously, congrats and awe.

Silence. It was louder than any sound imaginable at that moment .

You looked up from where your listless glare had fallen onto your lap to the wide eyes all baring down upon you.

"Oh...hard...luck, Bakugou"

Your eyes fell to your wrist.

"Izuku"

Perhaps fate wasn't so cruel after all.

[yanderesimps]

"Twenty years too late"

/Keigo Takami x Reader\

(Tw: references to rape, kidnapping, reference to forced pregnancy)

The house had been filled with laughter for many hours now, something she never though she'd hear in a place that she held such contempt for. Or perhaps it had always been like this but she'd been too blind to see it, too consumed by her ever-growing hatred of the former number two hero. Her swallowed anger and smothered pride had tainted the bright walls and subtle sweet smell that wafted through the halls.

She ignored the laughter, the chatting and how the voices would grow slightly quieter whenever she would hum to calm her shaking hands as they guided a knife. The clatter of the metal as she sliced through the vegetables that sat upon the cutting board before spilling them into a pot.

She couldn't focus on anything else but her working hands. They had grow old, not elderly but age had taken it's due. Her once smooth skin now held the occasional wrinkle as subtle crows feet clung to the corners of her eyes and faint laugh lines cursed her lips. It was a wonder she even had laugh lines but perhaps her years of faking smiles had grown all too practiced and actually left their mark. Fine grey hairs were visible now, more than average for a woman of her age but after decades of kidnapped enduced stress it was a miracle she still had hair.

The sound of the kitchen door opening caused her hand to catch and her posture to straighten suddenly. The flutter of wings could be audibly heard. She prayed, pleaded and begged to whatever divinity existed in the cruel wretched world.

Don't let it be him

Don't let it be him

Don't let it be him

"Mom...do you need any help with dinner?" Tears of relief threatened to fall from her eyes right there and she almost felt her legs give way. Whipping her head around, she spyed her youngest who was still an adult now nevertheless. Their eyebrows were knoted together in subtle confusion, perhaps they saw her heavy breaths and shaking hands. "No...no, it won't be long now"

Maybe once she would've given a more convincing answer. Maybe once she would have given a more genuine answer but after years of fighting for her life where each action could've been a cause for punishment, she was no longer a woman of many wonders. Turning back to the cutting board, she could feeling the lingering eyes fixated on her back and the unspoken questions that lingered in the air like a cancer.

But no questions ever came, only the sound of the kitchen door closing once again. She didn't know why her heart was pumping out of her chest right about now, would she have even given an answer to such a question? Through the years it had been less question and more accusation. Tears spilled and arguments made about how she was a terrible mother. Neglecting her children since the day they were born and avoiding them like a plague as they grew older.

She had only done the bare minimum since that's all what keigo allowed. Change them when needed, feed them when they cried but in the end, all her attention must be focused on him unless she wanted to explain to her children why they lost a sibling.

That almost made it sound like she loved her children which she did in a sense. Loving them like you may love a gold watch, only ever seeing the materialistic value in it. Taking it to get fixed, cleaning it when it was dirty and protecting it from damage. Pure maternal instinct but nothing more than that.

It was the eldest of her children who had brought up her years of distancing herself from them. Saying that if she didn't want them then she shouldn't of had children. She could still remember the look of shock on their faces as she laughed, a bitter and hate filled laugh before she muttered something along the lines of "as if I had a choice in the matter" which keigo didn't like at all but that was a victory, one of the few she'd gained over the two decades she'd spent locked in this prison of obsession.

Now her life was a big joke constructed by keigo, a sour reminder that it wouldn't be just him that would look for her if she were to ever escape again. Unspoken gloats shown through opened windows and unlocked doors, something she would prayed for in her youth. He knew and took pride in how he had broken his little house wife and moulded her into whatever he desired.

She stopped cutting the vegetables, her mind growing blank as a single question ran through her mind.

What was the point?

He had her wrapped around his pretty finger despite how she resisted falling into Stockholm syndrome and never stopped resisting behind closed door.

The wedding band strapped around her finger now felt like it was burning her flesh. It acted not only as a sign that she was taken but to show her that she would forever be his and his alone.

Her hand gripped the knife tighter. She glared down at the sharp glint of the steel. The knife could be a escape. How long would it take them all to find her fallen body? Perhaps when the food would start to burn. How long would it take keigo to fly across the city with her in his arms and get her stitched up and discharged without a single word of refusal? Even despite the occasional greyed feather, he was still the fastest hero in Japan.

She placed the knife down with shaking hands, taking a moment to leave the dinner behind but not before remembering to turn down the stove. She blocked out the chatting as she neared the backdoor, gripping the handle and pulling it open to be greeted by the early afternoon sunlight. She bathed it in, taking a deep breath of the clear air as she gazed out at the city that sat upon the horizon. Another one of keigo's jokes. A city in the distance which made an hour of running seem child's play if it meant her freedom. Alas, she could never escape the house despite how hard she tried. Her last escape attempt when her youngest had turned five was still etched in her mind and her arm. The broken glass of a window sliced up her joints which left a pretty trail for her capture to follow.

Taking a step forward felt like breaking through a brick wall and taking another step felt like walking through the remnants of that wall. Years of a past life which her mind held at back flashed past her eyes.

What was her mother's name?

Did she have a sibling?

Was it her grandmother who had given her that birthday present on her 18th birthday?

Who was that boy she occasionally saw when walking through UA? Was he a hero now?

The heels that clung to her feet touched the grass of the yard. Images of a dozens of birthday parties, screeches of children and an arm clutching her hip all burned her mind. Each birthday marked a rape where keigo's need to breed her was successful. Each candle marked a year that held countless more rapes. Each flame blown out showed her dimming defiance that was swallowed by obidience. When was the last time she had audibly disagreed with the bird captor?

She broke into a run, leaping over the yard fence as years of instilled hero training cracked free from the slacked chains of keigo's torture. The wind tore at her skin, feeding the adrenaline that had set her heart ablaze. Decades of memories unleashed themselves upon her, each children first word that had always been "mama", each drawing they would happily hand her even if she would turn away and refuse it without a word.

Her mind begged her to turn around, attempting to persuade her that all those sweet nothings that keigo whispered we re true and all the torture he inflicted had been fabricated. She didn't listen. She only wondered how far she would get before hearing that beat of six pairs of wings.

With each step she felt liberated, with each second that the distant buildings seemed to grow made her heart quicken even more.

For now, she was free. She wasn't a mother, a wife or a victim. She was a saviour. The saviour she pleaded for through nights of tears and blood. She was the one that would save herself and break that cage that she'd been encased in for so many days and nights.

It was too late to go back now. Even if she returned they would notice the sweat on her brow and the heave of her lungs as she breathed. For now she ran with all her might, the pleas of twenty years pushing her further, screaming at her to run faster.

There was no doubt in her mind that keigo would find her but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of doing it without a fight.

[yanderesimps]

Yandere Keigo Takami x Reader

(Tw: Kidnapping, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome)

The rust on the old chains were probably a blessing in disguise, dragging your finger around the ring that enlouped your ankle and watching as the red dusk krinkled to the floor and stained the skin. You didn't know if it was making you go more insane or calling your sanity back whenever you would draw on the bare walls.

They weren't good drawings, how good could drawings be with only a hint of rust? Though perhaps you never were just drawing, were you? In reality, it was just your name written over and over, scowered across the wall. It was as if you were desperately reminding yourself that it was, in fact, your name and not something he had also taken from you. It felt like a poison these days, it had long since been corrupted during nights of tears where he would call it out to you. He would beckon the Stockholm syndrome with the way he would utter it, so sweet and kind unlike the bruises that he would leave on your arms. It was like having a migraine while standing in morning sunlight, twisting the aches in your body to your mind and coercing your memories to fit a senario that made you long for when the multiple locks would crack open.

How long have you been here? Weeks? Months? Even years? You wonder if your family has stopped looking for you yet. Keigo said they have but so many lies have left those lips that even your broken mind twinges guiltily when you don't believe him.

Your tired eyes, swallowed in red as they clung over heavy bags begging for rest, fell to a pair of broken ankles that had been rubbed raw over the time your capture stolen saved you from your safe dangerous life. The flesh was torn and ragged, covered in scabs that would never truly heal under the metal but simply be replaced by ten more. At least the pain was preferable to him.

His touch left you sick, leaving your skin feeling as if you hadn't bathed in days which you hadn't. If felt sticky and dirty. You weren't sure why though. You could no longer remember why you flinched at he neared, why your heart would lurch from your chest or when your mind whispered horrible words through the cracks of the poorly constructed facade. Keigo said that it was because you loved him, that your body was trying so hard to be with him that it moved before your thoughts could.

Liar

You didn't realise it before but you were slowly disappearing. You weren't you anymore. You were someone else. When you looked at the mirror, the person who stared back beneath the ragged expression and bruise marks didn't match the housewife that was crafted in your mind. Keigo loved you. He needed you. You were all that he had. All that wouldn't hurt him so he couldn't allow you to be hurt by the world.

What did you use to be before you married? Secretary? Or was it a hero? You couldn't remember anymore, it seemed so long ago. Keigo wouldn't let you remember, saying that it wasn't important and all you needed to do was stay in place and wait for him to come home. You did so with a smile, a cruel imposter of a smile that was sewn into your cheeks. It was perfect. Keigo liked it. He didn't like it when you frowned. You didn't like the bruises you would get after his smile dropped.

You were his.

He was yours

You were just his.

He would always tell you that. That he only ever lived to see you when he came home, in the little outfits that he would dress you in. You liked the outfits, they hid the bruises, they made keigo happy. Keigo was nice when he was happy.

Your eyes snapped up to the sound of a bolt slide across the metal of the door and to the sound of a key snapping the lock out of the C frame. Your heart lurched that meant you were excited right? Yeah, that's what keigo said. You smiled wide, it felt familiar like a shadow of something you use to do. Did keigo like that smile? Is that why he kidnapped saved you?

"Chickadee!"

You could barely see that shadow of his form in the doorway before his arms enlouped you waist, his sharp nails pricking at the fabrics on your hips. You smiled and hugged him back. Keigo liked that. Your arms didn't.

"I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too"

It was barely a whisper but it was all you could manage. Your throat was dry and cracked ever since a few days ago when you turned away from Keigo's kiss. He said bad people don't get water. You were bad.

His lips traced up the length of your bare collar bone. That felt familiar. Not the kiss but the sense of dread that has never left, sometimes it felt as old as keigo did in your memories. It was like a shock to your spine or drowning while a rock kept you pressed again the sea floor.

His hands rubbed your back as he noticed your shaking limbs. He tutted. He was angry. He pressed his lips to your cracked ones, eyeing you like a meal. You would like a meal. When did you last eat? He seemed to notice your attention failing from him and gripped your jaw tightly.

"Is my little songbird ready to be good?"

You nodded quickly.

You liked being good.

Keigo liked you being good.

You hated liked Keigo.

"I love you, baby. You love me right?"

Yes, you love keigo. Loving keigo was good. Keigo was good when you loved him. There weren't any bruises when keigo liked you.