#yandere Drabble

[heartfullofleeches]

Choccy Milk 🥛[18+]

Yan Chocolate Candy Person Blurb

(I'm sorry-)

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"Y/n... B-brought some milk for you. Heard it's good for you."

"Hmm...." Ensnared in the hypnotic glow of your television screen, you hum in acknowledgement of your roommate as they hover over you. Mocha looks your spot on the couch to the cup nestled between their palm. Milk dribbles from the sleeves of their oversized sweater - an oversight whilst pouring the glass for you as they were sure they had pushed them up far enough.

"Plain milk is good on its own, but it can get a little boring after a while. W-would you like some chocolate milk instead?"

As you're about to look up at them, a new development catches your eye on the screen. "Sure, sounds great, Mocha."

"Okay...." Mocha gazes at both of their hands before pawning the cup off on their left. It was the one that wrote your name more elegantly so by their logic it must be the better hand. The rustling of clothes falls upon mute ears as you continue to stare blankly at the TV. Mocha grips the hem of their sweater, rolling the fabric upwards over their thighs. Cool air prickles the hood of their penis as more of their bare skin is exposed. Their sweater was long enough to reach their knees so they never bothered with underwear or pants while they were home.

Clutching their sweater between their lips, Mocha curls their fingers around the base of their length - positioning themselves against the rim of the glass. Knees buckled, Mocha gradually sinks the head of their cock into your cup. The unpigmented finish of the milk promptly takes on color as their flesh breaches contact, a wall of syrupy chocolate leveling the floor of the glass.

Mocha inches their hips against the palm of their hand - stirring the milk by usage of their flaccid shaft. With each pump, the milk blends deeper into the rich, cocoa infused hue chocolate milk withholds. Pleased with their work as the sweet scent of chocolate fills the living room, Mocha shakes off the excess liquid to ensure every drop goes in the glass and soon past your lips. Fixing their sweater, Mocha presents the cup of freshly made milk to you.

"That was fast. It's almost like you never even left- Thanks, Mocha."

Raising the cup to your lips, Mocha watches as you down half the glass before you pause for a breath, taking slower sips to savor the drink as you resume.

"Wow, this is really good, Mocha. Thanks again."

Mocha's eyes transfix on your mouth as you lick milk from your upper lip. The end of their sweater ghosts over their knees as they press a hand over the new growth between their legs to keep it hidden.

"N-no problem.... If anything, I think I should be thanking you."

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[bunniedolle]

SUI IDEATION , CHARACTER DEATH.

soft yandere dream boy whose existence suddenly manifested through your dreams. you didn't know how or when, maybe it's because of how lonely you are that you unconsciously created him inside your mind. but in the midst of your sleep one particular night, he barges in. inviting himself in the land of your slumber.

soft yandere dream boy who didn't know how to explain why he seems to be the only person in your dreams who doesn't act and resemble the others, standing out from the rest of them. it was almost like he was a person with a mind of his own, having his own thoughts and colorful personality, sometimes even getting sassy with you through his remarks.

soft yandere dream boy who likes to scare and surprise you by appearing out of nowhere when you finally allow sleep to lull you into your dreams. he's always playful with you, eyes filled with mischief. a complete contrast to your more gloomy and quiet personality. he makes comments about it from time to time, not really understanding why you're like that at the moment.

soft yandere dream boy who likes to play pretend with you, especially when the setting is inside a school. he assumed you had some odd attachment to it with how frequently your dreams would end up in a school building. he never leaves you alone. joining you in random classes and pretending to be a student there as he never fails to take the spot as your seatmate, stringing you along into his troublemaking ways which always leads to the both of you getting scolded by the teacher.

soft yandere dream boy who is beginning to notice something weird is happening within your dreams. the places looks a little darker than usual, the gloominess of each area resembling pieces of your personality. the people in your imagination grows more and more unfamiliar to what is once human. some bearing grotesque expressions that are so deformed that he could only describe them akin to being a monster in someone's nightmares.

and when he asked you about it, he finally understands everything. you told him that you find it much easier to compare their appearances to monsters, because no human is more evil than them. you've forgotten how human they actually looked like because of how they treated you.

it's the reason why your dreams only consists of you being in the school. why you're constantly nothing but a floating dark cloud of somberness. every single little thing inside your dream is a reflection and parallel of your miserable life. only, you expressed it more creatively in your dreams. he felt awful for not realizing it sooner.

soft yandere dream boy who defended you against those monstrosities when he bumps into you in one of your dreams, being cornered and surrounded by those deformed images of your classmates, his eyes seeing red as he watches them litter your poor little mind with such horrible thoughts.

soft yandere dream boy who decides he wants to help you. help you take your mind off of these horrible things in your life. somehow he can also change the scenery of your dreams. often times, he'll bring you to a beach where the two of you could just sit on the sand. he would encouraged a small activity between the two of you, giving you a small canvas to paint on while he has one of his own. then afterwards, the two of you will show each other what you painted.

he can't lie that he's doing this to prevent something predictably dreadful from happening after finally understanding what you truly feel. he's not quite sure if he is actually able to cheer you up in those moments when you're with him, but he's trying his absolute best just for you.

soft yandere dream boy who can only stand wide-eyed behind the forming crowd of deformities around your bleeding corpse. you had jumped from the rooftop of the school building, shattering your bones into pieces. he was too late. and he deeply regrets that he couldn't actually help stray you away from those agonizing whispers that pushes you to do this. if he only he had reach you in time...

soft yandere dream boy who didn't hesitate tackling you to the ground when you reappeared again in your dreams the next night after he just saw you die in front of him. you're alive! he scolds you for hours while tears are running down his face. he really thought you were gone! that you're never coming back to him and he'll be all alone.

but no matter what he does or how much he pleads, his words never reaches you. ever since your mind registered that you can't fully die in your dreams since you're afraid of feeling pain, you've somehow fallen into an addiction of trying different ways to end yourself before waking up back to your own world.

there's no doubt that sooner or later, he's just bound to snap. who knows what he would do. maybe he'll just take over your realm of dreams so he could stop you from doing this to yourself. he'll create you a new world where you won't have to suffer relieving the horrifying events of your reality. maybe you can even just start living here! where you don't need to wake up and can always be happy. living in everlasting sweet dreams with him by your side ‹𝟹

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[allurilove]

I don't know if you accept application but please yandare lover x reader where reader is married and yandere is "the other".

This is bit of a short one, I’m so sorry! I’ve been playing this new game called WutheringWaves and I’ve been grinding for six hours already. 😭

Yandere Lover x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Synopsis: You’re already married— well stuck in one. Your relationship turns for the worst, but thankfully there is a more-than-nice neighbor across the street.

He’s had his eye on you when he moved into the quiet neighborhood, and unbeknownst to him, he never thought it would lead him to having blood on his hands.

He went door to door, being gracious and polite while he introduced himself to his neighbors. He’s been wanting to live in a tight-knit community, and his last residence was quite… horrible? The loud music, constant partying, and it was his fault for living near a college. He sighed as he walked up the white steps, his hand forming a fist and he knocked on your door.

When he first saw you, you took his breath away. You reached out to shake his hand, and he had to hold himself back from kissing it right there and then. He was hoping you would be single, but then he saw your partner come down the stairs.

Your partner isn’t a good person. He would know that. He could see how to tense up around him, how easily you got annoyed, and he could tell that your relationship was on the rocks. There was no love between you as you two wished him farewell, and he walked back to his house with the cookies you handed him. He took a bite of the treat—his tongue tasting the icing on top.

He came over often. Especially when you and your spouse had an argument, and he watched from his house when your partner got into their car and drove away. Every step to your house felt right, it was like he was on the pathway to your heart, and also to your legs. He’s not gonna call you “easy.” But a couple flirtatious words and banter, and you were already pressing him against the wall to kiss him. He kissed you back with eagerness, his hand gripping your hair, and the other one trailed down to grope your ass.

You led him to the bedroom, your hand already have pulled down his pants so he followed you with his cock out. It stood straight up for you, and you pushed him down onto the bed. He watched you straddle him and the rest was history.

He jumped out of the bed after cuddling with you, his hair sticking to his face because of the sweat, and he quickly put his clothes on as he heard the front door slam. He gave you one last kiss before he had to crawl out of your window, and now he was on your roof. He stood still, not wanting to get caught by your significant other as they busted through your bedroom. He could hear you two bickering and he tiptoed off your roof before he hopped down onto the ground. He trips because of his damn pants falling down, and he groaned as he scraped his knee.

He tells himself that will be the last time he fucks around with a married person.

So, he’ll try to convince you to divorce your partner.

You were in his car that was parked at an empty lot, and his hand was already caressing your thigh. He knew you were the one for him. While he loves and cherish every fleeting moment, and quick hookups, he wants to be with you for life.

“You don’t even like them anymore? Right?” Your lover asked, his voice was strained, and he was so upset that you didn’t look at him.

“What’s wrong with me? I’m actually here for you every night, and when they scream and break your heart— I’m there!”

“I’m always there! I’m here for you.”

He leaned in closer, his lips quickly kissing yours as if he was scared that you’ll slip through his fingers. “What’s with the change of heart?”

“All of a sudden you’re gonna toss me to the side??”

You never said anything that night. You decided to just sleep with him one last time before you try to fix your marriage. He saw how you were out of it, not because he fucked you so well, but because you were thinking. And he didn’t like that you had other people on your mind.

He grew tense as he saw you hold hands with your partner. You two were working on your relationship, actually meeting with a counselor, and he sat in his car to see if it was successful or not. And to his surprise…you two started to kiss and when you pulled back— your “lover” saw the shimmer in your eyes. That’s how you used to look at him, you used to look at him like that whenever you came, and you looked at him like that when you tried to convince him to sleep with you again and again and again. Those cute pouty lips, and the fluttering of the eyelashes— are reserved for just him and him only.

He started to devise a plan. He wrote down the times your partner left for work, when they came back, where they frequently went too, and who is in their immediate circle. So far they are a total dud that does next to nothing. Great.

He huffed as he’s been following your partner for hours. All they have been doing is texting on their phone and walking around aimlessly.

Fuck they are boring. What did you even see in them to lock them down?

Finally they came to a stop, probably flying off a quick email again, and all is a sudden he heard creaking. It sounded like it came from above. He slowly looked up to see an AC unit that was installed in the window, and his eyes widened as he saw it be pushed out. He managed to dodge the attack, and the machine breaks apart as it landed on your partners head. Their skull cracked right open, and the body laid flat onto the ground.

He panicked, looking around to see if anyone saw what happened, and he took a couple steps back. He saw the blood seep out, and shit he didn’t want to be seen with a dead body of all things!

He turned around and ran.

And guess who was comforting you at the funeral? He was. He had to hide his smug smile as you cried on his shoulder, he said some comforting words in your ear, and he rubbed your back soothingly. He felt a sense of triumph as he passed the casket.

It’s not like he could’ve saved your significant other. It’s not like he had time to push them away. It wasn’t like he was the one that threw it at them.

Right?

Allure: Lol im gonna go back to playing games and suffering while studying! see yall later!

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[yandereunsolved]

🐉 ✧ Yandere Aemond Targaryen ✧ 🐉

With you, this has been Aemond's only safe place since you were hired when he was but a child, and so were you. He would see you following the other maids and workers around like a lost duckling, constantly tripping over yourself, and failing at the simplest tasks. You grew proficient over time, but that didn't stop the harassment that came from young Aegon and the others. He had to become blinded in one eye to truly see you.

He thought you foolish at first. He pitied your futile attempts to reject Aegon's advances. Your education was nonexistent, and your manners only the minimum. You had not the physical strength of the guard nor the cunning that every power-hungry noble possessed. You did have two things that made you worth his time: your curiosity and comfort.

You didn't gasp in horror after his horrific disfiguration. You didn't scold him for not being wise or mighty enough to win the battle of being ambushed. Chastising him was not within the rights of your station, but many below him still did. Perhaps that is why he was so surprised when you were the only maid who offered to change his bandages and report to the maesters on his healing.

As you got bolder in his care, you dared to lightly caress the scar with the pad of your thumb. He would never admit how embarrassed he felt that you had taken such a liking to him. You seemed so content with the fact that he was now damaged goods. What lady would want a man with such a deformity?

You even gave him a porcelain eye for his socket as a gift. It wasn't the best made, but it was the most you could afford. You spent half of your weekly wages on such a thing. Aemond could feel a fiery sensation rising in his gullet. His fingers caressing the porcelain and meekly thanking you before dismissing you back to your duties.

He never wore the gift, as it wasn't what he had truly hoped for. Even as a sapphire remained in his empty socket, he always kept that glass eye in a wooden box right next to his bedside. He sat up many nights with pathetic droplets of sadness rolling down his pale face while clutching the object. He couldn't be strong all alone, but your token of good faith helped him get through his darkest hours.

That is when his courtship of you truly began. It was subtle. He had grown into a young man, and you had grown to be a fine worker within the walls of the Red Keep. Many would be suspicious if he always asked for you to care for him and do your duties near his room instead of having to traverse all throughout the castle.

He would leave you small gifts, like how a dragon will offer dead beasts to its rider as a sign of affection. They would be flowers from the gardens, trinkets, and silk cloths. Small notes of words that are translated into High Valyrian. "'Avy Jorrāelan', it means I love you in High Valyrian. I am sure your lips are sweeter than any pastry the finest chefs could bake." The short notes became increasingly violent and lewd over time. "One day, I will kill every man who has touched you who is not me. I will ravage you atop their dead corpses, and you will see their blood mixing in with my spilled seed." You stopped reading them. So he switched to another tactic. 

He had you carry his gear when he went to ride Vhagar. He introduced you to her, and she loved you just as he did. He could see it in her eyes. He's never seen the savage beast look so at peace. Vhagar went as far as to gently grab ahold of your clothing and tear at it. It caused you to become fearful and hide behind Aemond, but there was a certain mischief behind his dragon's actions.

"My prince, I fear your dragon dislikes me." You mutter so softly that his ears are barely able to pick the words up.

"I think she is very fond of you. If she hated you, then she would have eaten you already." There was an air of amusement present in his voice that you haven't ever heard before.

"Should I take comfort in that?" You inquired while a bit confused about this peculiar situation.

"You should."

"I shall, then. She is your dragon, and you know her best. You always end up being right about these things—I mean you are extremely intelligent. You are just always able to figure these things out. Your good looks and charm help to. I—" You felt you said too much and shut your mouth.

Aemond learned to tease you in such a way that would get you to spill these thoughts of yours. He did it so shamelessly. He made sure those bastards knew you were taken through his method. He almost kissed you just to prove that neither Jacaerys nor Lucerys would ever be able to lay a hand on you. He didn't have to worry about Aegon anymore. His drunk of a brother learned well not to trifle with you after he gave him a broken nose and a bloodied lip. If anyone dared upset you, especially those not his kin, well, they have particularly gruesome deaths.

All of this and you thought him mostly indifferent to you. None of the most twisted emotions ever rose to the surface when he was around you. He always waited until in private. He knew he had to keep you in his clutches. He couldn't scare you away quite yet. 

"Dear?"

"Me?" You squeak in surprise.

Aemond tucks a dragon's breath flower behind your ear as you turn to face him. No words escape him. Only a contented smirk appears. Before you have an opportunity to question him, he walks off. How strange. You gently adjust the flower in your hair. It makes you oddly giddy. 

"How cute." You murmur.

Aemond heard your words. He couldn't wait for the morrow. He will take you back to Vhagar and confess his love. He will offer you to become his spouse. His mother surely wouldn't be happy, but he would. And if the worst comes, he will burn down all of Westeros just to be with you.

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[smokeysweater]

Masterlink It was over a month until you saw John again, a long overthinking month of sitting around the house staring blankly off into space, barely anyone to keep you company, aside from the occasional visit to the grocery store and your hand at night time, thinking of sharp blue eyes and a scruffy beard. You had no way of Contacting john either, you two weren’t exactly that close, or at least you thought you weren’t, to have his personal work number, you did have his regular one but you figured that he probably wouldn’t be using it while off on a mission, so you were by yourself until than, what else was one to do beside try and busy themself? you had tried, and failed to get into various different things while john was gone, it felt strange, weird. You were never anxious for him to be home before. You couldn’t kept your mind focused on anything, even on things that you usually loved doing. reading? Couldn’t get past the first page Painting? Got distracted a quarter way through Crocheting? Threw your hooks across the room at the first problem. it was hell. Why were you acting like this? why was John Price, making you act like this? why did that ring affect you so much that thought alone had kept you on the couch for days, mindlessly watching a trash television show as your mind raced through every single goddamn interaction you two have ever had. your mind distracted too distracted in fact that you didn’t hear the door unlock too distracted that you didn’t hear the four pairs of footsteps enter the house not distracted enough to feel a distinctly familiar scarred hand touch your forehead, a matching coolness of metal on the ring finger hard to miss. there, in all his mystical glory, stood price, amused smile spread across his face, with three very unfamiliar faces stood behind him, peering down at you just the same. His velvety smooth deep voice ringing out in your aching ears. “Hey dove, ‘m home, ya miss me?”

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[darkbluekies]

(Husband) Dr Kry & Hedwig drabbles: summer day activities

Yandere!doctor & yandere!richgirl

Warnings: none, this is probably as fluffy as you can come

Dr Kry:

For once, you are allowed out of the white edwardian villa and allowed to take a walk among society. Dr Kry is wearing a white linen shirt and a pair of sand colored shorts. His blonde hair is brushed back and over his eyes are a pair of sunglasses. Summer brings out a more laid back version of him.

"Hey, hey, come here", he says as you start to walk away from the car. "You need sunscreen."

He helps cover your face with it. He's careful with his fingers, making sure not to poke you in the eye.

He holds your hand as you start to walk. You walk through greenery, past wooden houses in red and white, and by harbors with sailboats. It seems like all of Sweden population is out at the same time because you pass by more people than you have seen in years. Everyone else wants to enjoy the sunshine. Dr Kry doesn't greet anyone as they walk pass, and neither do them. He gives them a small, awkward smile and moves you closer in case you're about to walk into to someone.

"Karl, can we buy ice cream?" you ask as you walk by a kiosk.

"Sure, what flavor do you want?" he asks and takes out his wallet from his pocket.

"Mango", you say excitedly. "I haven't tried that before."

Dr Kry orders from the woman behind the counter.

"You should take some too", you say. "Don't pick the coffee one, you always take that one."

He sighs and looks at the different flavors.

"And a salted licorice for me, thank you", he says.

"Come on ...", you mutter.

"Don't knock it til you try it", Dr Kry smiles over his shoulder.

He pays and thanks the woman behind the counter. He gives you your paper cup and a small plastic spoon. The mango ice cream is refreshing, reminding you of sorbet. You get to try ice cream from Dr Kry’s spoon and you cough at the salty taste. Dr Kry chuckles and takes a bite.

You take lunch at an old café. Kry picks up his phone and snaps a picture of you that he immediately puts as his lockscreen.

"Can we please do this again?"

Hedwig:

Her pool is the perfect temperature. The two of you are planning to spend the entire day out by the pool. Hedwig have bought a new pink bikini that's she had forced you to help find. It took her three hours to decide on one.

"I'm thirsty", you say and sit up on your sun chair. "Would be nice to have something to drink."

"Trudy!" she shouts.

A small, older lady comes out through the doors.

"Yes, miss Hedwig?" she asks.

"Couls you please bring us something to drink?" Hedwig wonders. "And please make sure there are lots of ice!"

The woman nods and walks back inside. You sit down on Hedwig’s chair, eventually laying down. She guides your head to her bare stomach where you rest your cheek on her burning skin. She plays with your wet hair.

"We're going out with the sailboat in two weeks", she says. "We're going to sail around the Mediterranean. I want you to come. It won't be fun without you."

Her "sailboat" could very well be a small yacht.

"I don't know", you mumble.

Her father scares the living hell out of you.

"Oh, come on, you have to!" she whines. "I won't go without you. It'll be fun. We will visit all sorts if places. You have to come."

Truly returns with two glasses of lemonade and ridiculously many ice cubes. The two of you thank her and start to gulp it down.

"Y/N get up, let's swim", Hedwig says and taps your shoulder.

She brings out a floating ring and tries to climb into it. You push her into the pool, hearing her scream cut off.

"Fuck you, Y/N!" she coughs and hurries to swim to the ladder. "You have to let me push you in now-"

"No, no-" you try, but she grabs your arms with an evil giggle.

"In you go!"

You're pushed into the water and hear her laugh. Hedwig jumps in afterwards and hugs you under water, smiling widely. She kisses you quickly before diving.

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[yandere-sins]

The Orcas' Tale - Krill's Story I

a/n: I have... not much to say, although you should read the warnings. But I need you guys to know that this is 7.666 words long. I didn't make it this way intentionally, but if that isn't devilish, I don't know what is :')

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Orca Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Nothing explicit yet just drug-induced neediness and description of a cock doing what a cock does, Size... adoration, Begging), Violence (Thrashing, Breaking of bones, fighting machines, Verbal threats, mention of medical tools, syringes), Getting drugged non-consensually, Description of being drugged up, Animalistic behavior, Mention of blood/claws/sharp teeth, Mention of Slavery, Mention of Abuse, Depiction of spoiled Food and Seal Meat, Very long post

"It truly is an impressive recovery of such a valuable resource! Being able to compare the exact date from years ago with now makes for a great opportunity in our research, and now we have two of them! This is your chance to recover from your mistakes all those years ago!"

With pep in his step, your supervisor led you through the long, cagey hallway of the facility, making it almost hard to follow him with all the enthusiasm he was displaying. You, on the other hand, felt nothing but dread as you held onto the notes you had been giving about your new project, almost feeling scared to glance at the papers.

You already knew what they'd say. The mistakes they'd speak of.

Because you were already familiar with the mermen, who had recently been caught by the facility. You freed them all those years ago out of shame and sympathy. And you paid the price, your unpaid labor bordering on slavery. Your choice had been death or continuing their research, and after looking down a gun barrel once, you decided to invest in your studies instead, the company willing to further your education and allow you to continue testing and working with the poor creatures they kept here—albeit with supervision.

"Talent like yours shouldn't be wasted," your supervisor recited the words of the facility owner, but they sounded like a warning coming from him rather than encouragement. 

When he finally stopped at the door farthest down the corridor, you were appalled to see the number on it, finding it less than funny that they'd assigned the same room from years ago as your new laboratory again. All these little digs they made at you never let you forget that they were still angry about what you did to sabotage the facility—as if you could ever. These digs were just there to make you miserable and establish who your life belonged to. You were replaceable, but you wouldn't get out of this alive. If you wanted to survive and have even the slightest chance of escaping this place of horrors one day, you'd have to obey. 

"So do better this time," your supervisor said, smiling down at you smugly as he pushed the door open, the heavy metals screeching with cold, metal bitterness. Bastard, you thought, walking inside the laboratory. The grate floor spread above the large pool beneath your feet throughout the whole room, making your steps audible as you entered. The water was calm, undisturbed—suspicious.

"Oh, also, this one's been really angry ever since we brought him in. Better not let your head get bitten off! Would be a waste. You're too pretty to be a corpse just yet."

You whipped around with a glare, but all you saw was the smug grin on your supervisor's face before he shut the door with a loud bang. A mechanical lock slid into place with a whirring sound before everything became quiet around you. It was strange that they'd leave you here alone after what you did, but then again, there was no way you'd be able to recreate the mistakes you made. Even though you'd never receive any respect or sympathy from anyone in this cursed place, you couldn't help but stare at the metal door, plastered with warnings and reminders to leave equipment in the laboratory before leaving, wishing it would open again and let you out of here.

But that wouldn't happen.

It was ironic that they'd leave you alone with the merman you helped escape before, but the only way out was that door, and it needed a passcode to leave. One you didn't have. You'd eat, sleep, and work as they intended; there was no escaping this, even if the hope never left you. They didn't think you'd make it out alive unless they let you. Much less would you be able to help anyone escape again. Slowly, you turned forward, raising your head to look at the workstation on the opposite side of the room. You couldn't help from glancing downwards every few steps; caution was the only thing that kept you alive in this place.

But even as you made your way over to the station, your shadow undoubtedly making your presence known to the water, everything remained calm. The sound of machines running, keeping the pool intact, and the water bubbling from the pump were all that matched the sounds of your steps and breaths. For a "really angry" merman, this was suspicious. He must have known you were here, yet neither came to watch nor to attack you? You sighed inwardly, thinking about how much of a hassle it would be to actually get him to your examination area if you couldn't fish him out of the pool.

Once you reached the counters with the equipment, you set down the papers you had been given, spreading them out to scan over them. Even if you didn't want to interact again with these pitiful yet obscenely fascinating creatures, you knew that without any results from experimenting on them, you'd be stuck here for all eternity. The expectations were high that you'd find what everyone was looking for, even though the experiments were nothing short of cruel and disgusting. Drugs, surgery while awake, mutilations—those were just a few things you had watched the researchers do to these creatures. And for what? 

Eternal life. 

A fantasy.

How did you know? You were the one finding out that even if their life expectancy was closer to that of turtles, even the merfolks would die one day from old age. There was no such thing as living forever with the help of a mermaid's flesh, tears, or blood, and researching them brought forth interesting facts but not the results that this facility had been constructed for.

And yet, here you were, doing as you were told, trying to find anything that would be deemed interesting enough. 

You heard a splash behind you, making you whip around, trying to make out a sign of life. Even though the floor was raised a few meters above the surface and the partition was closed so nothing could fall in or jump out of the water, it was still unsettling to hear but never see the creature you were locked up with. You knew better than to show fear openly to apex predators like the mermaids, but it had been so long since they let you near one that you could feel its presence—or the lack thereof—frightening you to the bone.

But you had to keep going, no matter what. Turning back to your papers, you spread them out with shaky hands, scanning over the information the first-contact team had collected. A large species, presumably orca-related, male, mature, and chipped. The last fact had been underlined twice, emphasizing the importance of it. This merman had already been in the facility, and they tracked it back to when you had been foolish enough to think you could save them. It had been years. Yet he and another one, as you heard through the grapevine, had come back against any better judgment, making you wonder about the intelligence you knew these creatures possessed.

However, no matter how much information you could absorb through the notes, you knew you were only stalling time. The next step would be getting this creature out of the pool and proceeding with your experiments, but the fear made you hesitate. This merman had been starving for a week in preparation for his exams, and although hunger wasn't a good state for anyone to be in, it was thought it might help to be the one feeding them when you needed their cooperation. Like you'd do with an animal. Unfortunately, they were too clever to fall for these ruses most of the time.

You still had to try. 

Picking up some gloves, you went to the extensive double-doored fridge, pulling out the trays with seal meat on them. However, someone placed dead fish-heads between the pieces in varying states of decay. You took a deep breath, unwilling to give spoiled meat to the creature, even though you'd have to rely on it if you wanted to get anywhere. Picking out a slab of seal meat on the furthest corner of the tray, you just hoped it was mostly uncontaminated as you carried it over to the buttons that would part the floor into an opening from which the merman could be caught. 

You hated pushing these buttons, everything reminding you of the biggest mistake of your life. Sure, you saved three mermen from this cruelty, but look what your efforts got you. 2 of them came back, and you were nothing more than a slave. Nothing turned out to be as heroic as in the books you read.

The metal grated against itself as it parted wide enough to allow feeding. Smaller species could have stuck an arm through the gap, but you knew from the past that it didn't work for any of the large specimens. At least that meant you were safe from an attack for now, though it was debatable how long. The meat sunk further and further down into the blue, but nothing happened. You leaned forward over the gap in anticipation, waiting for any kind of appearance in the wet. However, when the water finally stirred, causing slight waves to appear, it wasn't a shadow that moved through it, and neither did it give any mind to the food. 

You jumped back in surprise, your body hitting the wall next to the buttons, when fingers lurched out of the water, gripping the ends of the partition and pushing them apart. Water splashed everywhere as the merman tried to widen the gap. The metal resisted initially, but even such a strong material bound to an even stronger machine relented under constant pressure. 

As the cool water hit your face, you finally snapped out from the shock, slamming your hand down on the buttons that would close the floor and set the machines into motion to work against the abnormal strength of a merman. The two forces rung with each other for a few seconds before the machine finally did its thing and closed the gap, but it felt like minutes of struggling, of holding your breath in anticipation. 

The merman held onto the metal for as long as possible, and you listened to the gut-wrenching sound of something breaking before he finally let go, the splashing of water dying down. The floor never fully closed, leaving a small gap not even your hand would fit through. Still, you were unsure if the merman succeeded in the end by breaking the mechanical device or if it had been his fingers that broke from the pressure. You wished you didn't have to find out. 

Sinking to your bottom, you took deep breaths, calming yourself. Heart racing and head spinning from the lack of a constant airflow, you watched the water, terror, and anticipation mingling. If the floor broke, it would at least delay your second encounter with this creature for a while. But if not, you'd have given it one more reason to be angry. You watched as his dark shadow—no, body moved through the water, his movements agitated, restless. All you felt was misery, knowing you were causing this distress to him again.

You still had no clue which one of the three it was, although the body was too large to be the smallest of the three "Lyr". Due to the experiments, he had lost a significant amount of body weight and muscles, as well as his mental stability. They would have put him down had you not freed them, as he became a risk quickly. You thought you were doing them a favor by saving them, but you had no idea if Lyr ever made it out in the wild. Judging by the quick thinking and the strength of the orca roaming below you, it was more likely to be either "Nerrocan" or "Krill". Their names were burned into your mind like silent reminders of your biggest mistake and greatest accomplishment alike. 

But the secret was quickly revealed when the merman finally seemed to calm down, swimming out into the back of the room for a moment and giving you time to collect yourself, too. You were still sitting on your ass, none the wiser, when you noticed black and white hairs emerging from further down the pool, slowly, cautiously drifting back towards you. As if on the prowl.

Surely he was waiting for another chance to wreck the floor open and try to escape. There was no reason for this creature not to be out to harm you, and you were such an easy prey, caught in this room with him. Your death wouldn't be mourned, but you also couldn't help pitying this merman, not knowing that your death would probably be his, too. Soldiers wouldn't hesitate to shoot something that was stronger, more deadly, and had too much freedom if they had to, even if it was a valuable species to study. You wondered which merman it was, and feeling a little safer with the floor closed, you leaned forward, trying to make it out.

The most brilliant of red spied out of the water the moment you looked down at it. Unmistakably, like polished rubies, these eyes followed your every move. You watched your own muscles tense and the horror in your expression as you realized which of the three mermen it was before you saw your own gaze fill with sadness in his eyes.

Krill.

The reason you risked everything.

His brows furrowed, then lifted as if surprised, too, although his body stayed submerged, tense and ready to act. There was no way he'd remember you, was there? Despite your doubts, you raised a hand, giving him a silly little wave before addressing him directly. 

"Hello… again."

He said nothing, and you realized he must have forgotten you. It was better that way for now… even if it stung after all you did to help him. 

Holding onto the wall, you got back on your feet, not wanting to be such an easy target and so close to him. He could try something again, and you'd be at a disadvantage if you couldn't even walk. "I'm sure it's uncomfortable, but I need you out of the water for a while. You remember it, right?"

You held your palm above the button that would activate The Fisher, a machine that could detect and catch unwilling mermaids by itself. But you were still close to the opening, so any reassurance from the merman would have been nice to have.

"Go ahead, open that gate again. See where that gets you," Krill threatened, and you believed him. His brows furrowed, teeth gnashing as his anger returned, and you had to realize that he was no longer like the sweet merman you once cared for. Sure, he had been drugged and broken into submission back then, but he had still treated you somewhat kindly, gifting you rocks and following you around the enclosure like a lost puppy. If you didn't know it better, you two had been somewhat close back then, having come to an understanding despite your differences. That was not the case anymore, you could see it.

"You'll see, I'll get out of here, and you'll regret capturing me again."

That hurt. It hadn't been your choice. If it had been your choice, you'd have helped all those poor souls confined inside this facility, making sure that neither merfolk nor humans suffered the consequences of the greed of some rich people. But you had no choice in this matter. You never had. 

Pressing the button, you stepped aside so The Fisher could do its wonder. You didn't want to, but you had to. Didn't want to put him through the same torture again at your hands. But Krill had been foolish enough to get captured again, and you were foolish enough to still hold on to the hope that you could make a change in your life if you obeyed. This time, the machine parting the floor stuttered, and although The Fisher descended from the ceiling, it couldn't open. 

"You are a fool if you think you can capture me with that. Force me to play your little games again, Human!"

Even though you tried to ignore him, it was hard when Krill paced around the opening, taunting you. You had to watch the machines work and fail as the floor was stuck. The Fisher was unable to move as it detected the closed floor, and you wondered how you would proceed if the location became unsuitable to work with. 

With a loud crash, Krill threw himself against the floor, and you gasped as a wave of cold water splashed over you. As you sputtered, you heard the floor grating, the sound painful to both of you, evident by Krill trying to escape it by dropping below the water. But with the sudden opening appearing, the metal claws of The Fisher snapped forward, scanning and detecting where they had to go. 

Until you saw it with your own eyes, you could have never believed such a flimsy-looking machine could restrain the apex predator of the sea, effortlessly capturing him by his wrist, neck, and the space between his fin and tail. Sure, he could throw his weight around despite being restricted, but there was little he could do to hurt you unless he broke free. However, no mermaid ever broke free from The Fisher in your years of working here. It was that effective.

You watched as The Fischer pulled Krill out of the water, shiny droplets of wet falling off of him, elevating every muscle, every toned ab on his belly. He was glistening in the unnatural lightening of the laboratory like a precious gem, and your heart clenched with sadness, knowing there was nothing you could do for this beautiful creature. You had to cover your ears as he began shrieking and cursing, most of it in a language that you never bothered to learn as you'd be incapable of ever speaking it. Siren was more of a singing rather than talking in the first place, and though you liked to sing to yourself, you'd never learn it on a level that could match the skill that his language required.

As you watched him, the first thing you noticed was his size. He had grown, although the rough weight and measurements would be taken by the machine holding him in place. The time in the ocean seemed to have done wonders for him. His fins were intact, and the tag on his tail was blinking despite being such an old model. Since then, there must have been at least seven upgrades over the years, and you'd be responsible for changing it eventually.

Once he was dragged onto the research area, he finally seemed to calm down a little, although he glared at you, fury revealing in his eyes. The Fischer restricted his head movement, but his willpower remained. "You are truly the worst," he sneered. "First, you let us go, then you capture us again. What do you think we are? Your little playthings? Is it fun to mangle us? You enjoy this?"

Testing his strength against the shackles, Krill twisted and turned in the hold, but you tried not to give his words too much attention. He was different from how he was years ago, and you had to say goodbye to the semi-good relationship you two had before, the precious image you had held onto of him. Both of you were fighting for survival, as pitiful as it was, and you had a crapload of tests to run before they'd let you get away from him and pity his fate and yourself. 

With new-found confidence as you watched him rendered immobilized, you returned to the fridge, luckily not encountering any more poor attempts at making life hard for you as you opened the drawers full of tranquilizers. There was yet one to be found that could entirely knock out these creatures, but they had a significant calming effect. And—as you hoped—pain-relieving. Because there were a lot of things you had to do to him that wouldn't be easy for both of you. 

Gathering the tranquilizer shots, various test tubes, tools, and your to-do list on a tray, you carried it over to a table closer to him, taking deep breaths to brace yourself. You were tense, your fingers growing numb from anxiety. You had been assigned to the labs for most of the years, rarely encountering a merman again after what you did. And although you trained for this, the thoughts of hurting him were twisting your stomach. 

"You might think it's fun for us humans, but I wonder what you were thinking coming back here. Maybe you enjoyed the treatment more than you let on, hm?"

Your voice was feeble, even when you tried to act superior. Bantering wouldn't magically develop a relationship between you two, but you couldn't endure the silence when no one spoke. It felt wrong—like he was going to attack you again any second. You needed to keep yourself anchored to reality, or you might have fainted. After everything you went through, you couldn't remember the confidence you had to allow yourself to do something as drastic as release three orcas from a highly secured facility like this. A shame, really. You deserved confidence as you were one of the best, after all. 

Even if you couldn't let him know, you still felt anxious about something happening. You returned to the original counters, providing you with everything you needed, put on new gloves after wiping your still-wet face from being splashed with a towel, and proceeded with a mask and apron to achieve even the smallest amount of cleanliness. You'd be unable not to hurt him at the end of this session, but you at least wanted to avoid him dying from sepsis as well as getting his blood all over yourself. 

"I do not," he snapped, watching as you prepared everything, seemingly having given up fighting the machine but not you. "I came back for Nerrocan."

"Huh…" you mumbled, intrigued by this information. So it was Nerrocan who came back here, not Lyr. Interesting. "Risking it all for your cousin?" you asked, and his eyes narrowed.

"I see you still remember us," he snarled, his lips parting in a cocky grin, but it didn't reach his eyes. Krill looked… uncomfortable almost. You couldn't blame him. This all must have been beyond uncomfortable for the merman. 

"And you, me."

Silence befell you two again as you picked up the tranquilizer, wrapping your hand around the container, surprised when you realized what you were doing. It had been so long that you thought you wouldn't remember your old habits. You used to always warm the drugs so they wouldn't be so bitterly cold when applied on the mermaids. 

Krill flapped his fin despite being restricted, and you looked up at him, catching a glimpse of worry as he looked at the syringe in your hand. "Ran out of the good stuff, eh? I remember it being purple, not that icky color," he mocked, but he didn't sound as confident anymore as he was before. 

"Should have come earlier if you wanted that. I heard this one has interesting side-effects when applied."

Rounding the table, you noticed his fin flap again pitifully, almost making you hesitate. He seemed nervous, muscles spasming in the tension of his restrictions. Stepping up to his hips, you felt his eyes follow your every step, almost making you feel reminiscent of the past. You took the integrated step upwards at the side of the research station, effectively standing above him now to see better. Everything was perfectly laid out so that your work could be done effectively. That's how you had to see it, too. This was work, nothing personal.

"You don't have to do this," Krill suddenly said, unusually calm but determined. "You're not a bad person, you saved us before."

This time, you did look directly at him, giving him your full attention for a few seconds of silence. His gaze didn't waver, didn't move away. He meant what he said. At least, that's what you were supposed to believe. Sirens were prone to lying to get what they wanted, and Krill did not want the drug in your hands, warmed up by your palm wrapped around it. But it wouldn't stop you. You gulped, inhaling deeply. It couldn't stop you.

"And now I have to save myself. Please hold still so I don't hurt you."

Diverting your attention back to his hips, you drove your hands along the slick surface of his body, trying to find any space capable of being squeezed. He jerked once when you touched him, trying to get away but ultimately pressing his hips up into your palm. Eventually, you found a soft spot, pinching the skin between your fingers. Krill shuddered, his body twisting, but The Fischer kept it in place. You'd be safe, even if you hated yourself for doing what you had to. 

The syringe punctured his flesh with only a bit of resistance, and you injected the liquid tranquilizer quickly, stepping away when you were done to watch what would happen. The medication used to be a fickle thing, sometimes agitating, sometimes drugging the mermaids out of their minds. But it usually took a while before it worked. Not this version, though. So many things changed since the last time you worked with the mermaids. But it was cruel all the same.

You listened to Krill groan in pain and relief at the same time. Pressure built, his body twisting and arching, with his spine bending uncomfortably for you as the drug spread throughout him before every muscle seemed to suddenly give out, relaxing him completely and making his body sack in his holds almost lifelessly. Worried, you stepped closer, searching for a pulse. It wasn't for another half a minute before you noticed the even rise and fall of his chest, his gills flaring even though he wasn't using them. The seemingly calm state of the merman made you bolder, although the fear of him faking something never subsided. You walked up to his face, staring into the clouded rubies of his eyes, surprised to find them moving around still, searching for something or someone, despite being slower, less alert than before. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered, unsure if he could even hear you, but you felt terrible seeing what you did to him. Even if he was a creature that wouldn't hesitate to kill you, he didn't deserve to go through what the facility wanted him to. Reaching up, you brushed the hair out of his face, the strands gently gliding through your fingers without any resistance, almost as if they were a liquid defying all the physics you knew. 

Even after all this time, you remembered he used to have longer hair. It used to float above the water, coating it in strings of glossy silk. But now he sported a wolf cut that fitted him just as well. Part of his hair had turned white, with only the top remaining in the same black you were used to. You wondered if it was because of the experiments or just a natural change of color over the years when his head suddenly turned, his cheek feeling heavy as he rested it in your palm. Krill seemed as unaware of his actions as he should be after being forced into surrender by the drug, but it seemed to make the forgotten part of him that felt safe with you submerge again, the feeling almost the same as from the past. You quickly caught yourself falling back into thoughts of things long gone and got to work, cutting off both black and white strands with small scissors, hoping it wouldn't suddenly agitate him. But Krill remained unresponsive, and you pushed away your guilt to quickly store your samples.

Focusing your mind on your work, as there was so much to do, and you didn't want him to recover his strength before you had completed most of the preparations you had to make. You measured and cut down his claws, trying your best not to cause any harm to him and quickly storing the talons for further research. The size of his hands was massive, and you marveled at their humanness for a moment, driving your finger gently over the ridges and joints. Unfortunately, as expected, some of his fingertips were broken, smashed by the struggle with the floor grates. You wanted to clean and wrap them securely. But when Krill let out a long sigh, sounding almost pained just by your touching his hands, you immediately stopped, fearing his wrath upon regaining mobility.

You did further measurements on smaller areas like his hands and fins, everything that could be deducted more thoroughly by hand than by machine. Every time you came around to his head, you looked into his eyes, the guilt threatening to wash over you when they locked with yours, steadfast despite him being out of it, so you quickly moved on. 

While you were at it, you connected his chip to a reader, interested in the data that could be found on it, and removed the jewelry that hung from his body. It would only be a hindrance to your experiments, and perhaps remnants on the metal could determine where the merman was originally from. However, the weight of some of the decorations he had prided himself with—like his necklace of teeth—weighed so much that you needed to drag them over the floor, wondering how this could be efficient for a predator.

"So far, so good," you mumbled as you let the program run its course, wiping off some sweat from your forehead with your sleeve and looking at the situation for a moment. It had been too long, you couldn't really remember the exact procedure to which you should have stuck, but instead of giving your to-do list the attention to find out, your eyes fixated on something else—scars. Albeit not uncommon, there were a lot more now than you remembered, and you raised a hand to his tail, sliding your fingers over the scarred tissue, putting slight pressure on it.

Krill's body jerked immediately, and you jumped back from him, observing the merman. His head rolled forward in the restraints, tired eyes searching for you but unable to focus. 

"Not there… touch..." His speech was slurred, another effect of the new drug, but you couldn't help but smile faintly at him, seeing how he still resisted. 

"I need to count them," you explained, hoping it would soothe his mind. If he could understand it. You couldn't be sure it had any effect, but if you were in his position, you would have wanted to be told what was going on, you thought. "It won't hurt, I promise."

Measuring tape in hand, you placed your clipboard with an empty page on top of his body, moving from his fin slowly upwards and jotting down your findings. There were a lot of prominent scars standing out from his body markings, but even more smaller ones barely visible. It felt quite intimate to search his body so thoroughly, but it had to be done. Krill moved pitifully against and into your touch as if unsure where to go and unable to understand what was happening. Even if it made you lose your balance a few times, you let him, feeling bad for all you were doing. It was the slightest bit of freedom you could give him without risking your own head.

By the time you reached his chest, some clarity had returned to his eyes, and he couldn't control the sounds coming from him. You tried not to agitate him with pressure and touch, but you had to do your work. An arrangement of chirps and sighs, some grunts, and nervous jittering rang out, echoing through the rooms. Deep breaths pushed his chest out, and sighs bordering on moans shivered through his whole body. But you were content as long as he didn't throw his weight around and push you off the step and into your medical equipment. 

"Must you be so thorough," he slurred as you examined his chest, following the curve of his pectoral muscles with your fingers. You looked up at him, his head crooked to the side, still too heavy to hold up on his own despite the metal neck brace, but his eyes were clearer now, following you more intensely. 

"I have to, I'm sorry. I don't want it to be uncomfortable, but I have to document them."

Writing down your finds on your clipboard, you must have pressed it down a bit too hard on his chest because Krill's head fell back, a long groan escaping him, back arching again. "Sorry…" you repeated, the guilt beginning to eat you up, but he only rolled his head in the restraint. 

"No…" he muttered. "Not uncomfortable... I feel weird. It's hot. Make it stop."

You were unsure what to do, but there were only a few more scars before you'd have to move on to his arms and, eventually, his backside. You wanted to at least get the chest ones down before you would have to give him another shot of tranquilizer, as Krill was growing more restless every time you touched him. You wished the examination could have stopped there. That you could have released him and put him back into the cold wet, but you needed to finish this. Even when he started gnashing his teeth and twisting in his restraints again.

"What are you doing?!" he suddenly snapped, much more coherent than before, his head jerking forward, ruby-red eyes glowering at you. You tried not to let it get to you, tried to make it quick so he wouldn't have to suffer, but Krill wouldn't let it go. 

"Stop it!" he demanded as you inspected another small scar around his nipple. It was barely visible against the lighter-toned skin there, but you found it, grazing over the nub a few times while working out the details of the scar you needed. Krill was getting more aggressive with his protests, lashing out at you while many different kinds of sounds escaped him, and it was almost amusing to think that it was because of your touch. You couldn't help spreading your palm over his nipple once, letting the elastic of your gloves weigh down and rub over it, causing every muscle in his body to harden instantly. You shouldn't have abused this situation like this, but seeing him react so sharply, his breath coming out in a drawn-out hiss, was somewhat a relief. Knowing it wasn't all terrible, all cruel and painful. But you caught a grip on yourself quickly, working efficiently until you could finally step away once you had found every last scar on his chest.

"All done," you assured him, unable to keep yourself from grinning a little as he let out a strained but haughty hmpf. He was almost back to his new normal, which made you glad. The drug was awful, but it was good to know he wouldn't be broken down this easily. Your back was turned for only a second when you heard him rattling in his restraints, more clear in his mind again as it seemed. It caused you to want to tease him a little.

"I liked it better when you were quiet, Krill. You didn't react to every one of my touches as if I was trying to seduce you."

"How dare you! I can't believe I am back here with you as if you are…" The word seemed to elude him as he bit his tongue, and you turned to look at his face, so much tension in his expression that you thought he was going to burst. Krill wasn't looking at you for once, focusing on his own body. Walking up to him again, his gaze shifted from straight down back to you, a spark of something you couldn't pinpoint washing over him. Insecurity? Fear? No way. 

"Don't come closer again!" he hissed, tossing a bit more in his restraints, and you stopped in your tracks, subconsciously listening to him like an idiot. But Krill wasn't being malicious; something was wrong. Even though you two weren't on friendly terms, you could tell something was off. His gills were flared, pupils blown wide open. He looked mostly like the monster you had to believe he was, but there was a sense of panic that an apex predator shouldn't ever display unless something terrible was happening to them. And you couldn't ignore it, or him for that matter.

"Hey!" you called out, hoping your voice could ground him from whatever he was going through. Stepping closer despite his body thrashing wasn't easy. You had to be careful, but you weren't heartless enough to leave him to his own demons after you caused them. The drug could have had hallucinogenics, which would not only have put you in danger but Krill too. You needed him if you ever wanted to regain some recognition or freedom in this place, and he needed you since you were probably the only person in the whole facility who would do anything to make the experiments at least a bit more humane. You couldn't abandon him like this after all he's been through.

Instead of putting yourself at risk of being thrown across the room by Krill accidentally slamming his body into you, you stepped up to his head instead, waiting for the moment that you could grab onto him and hold on with all your strength. You expected a struggle that would leave both of you wounded, but the moment your hands clasped around his face, Krill went rigid, suspiciously still. Another wave of fear overcame you, your instincts telling you this was wrong, but you tried your best to stay strong for both of you. "Shh, shh," you mumbled, calming him, and finally, the strength in his neck gave way, and his head fell back. 

You two stared at each other for some silent seconds, and you rubbed your thumb over his cheek comfortingly. "It's all your fault," he uttered, exhaustion washing over his expression. You couldn't blame him for feeling this way, and you made sure his hair wouldn't sting his eyes by swiping it out of his face gently, still shushing him like a parent would to their child. He looked like he was in severe pain, as if he felt fear for the first time in his life. You couldn't believe it was true, but you felt heartbroken for him all the same. Even if he was called a monster, even if he was a killer and a creature or an animal. Even if he wasn't like you, he didn't deserve any of this. 

"Why are you doing this to me again?" he asked, his voice cracking as a wave of sadness washed over his expression. You had never seen a mermaid actively being sad. Angry, panicked, drugged, yes. But sad? You didn't even think that was possible. What could you do to soothe this whale of a man to the point that you weren't suffering the consequences of other people's decisions? Nothing came to mind, and it was awful.

"I haven't done anything yet, just precautions," you assured him. "You're okay, you're safe. I can't change what I have to do, but I promise I'll try to make it as painless as possible. I–"

"No," Krill interrupted you. "Not that. Not the experiments. This." 

You heard the restraints rattle, causing you to look up at his hand, his cut-down, broken claw pointing downward at his body. You halted your comforting, leaving your palms on his cheeks while looking at Krill with a confused look before you stepped away, fully aware that he looked after you, even forcing his head forward again to watch what you were doing as you stepped around him. 

A loud gasp escaped you as you watched the tip of his cock exit from its slit. The moment your attention was on it, it shot out inch by inch until its massive size stood proudly, pulsing and jerking above his hips, having emerged fully within seconds of horror and amazement. A glistening drop of pre-cum collected at the tip as you stared at the massive erection, the bubble popping and spilling onto his chest as you watched it, unable to look away.

"I tried to forget," Krill lamented from behind you, his body sacking in the machine holding him up before tensing and straining again, a pained groan escaping him while his cock flopping in the air, unbothered by its owner's distress. It only produced more pre-cum and jerked ever so often, the shaft pulsing with need. 

"I wanted to forget you so badly."

You forced yourself to look away from his cock, and Krill let out a brief trill in response, sounding almost disappointed. But he didn't shy away from your eyes, gazing at you, defeated and a little… desperate. 

"Help. Me," he breathed, and you let out your own shuddering breath at his request. You only ever wanted to tease him. You didn't want to cause any pain or suffering, especially not the sexual kind. It was unheard of that the drug caused the mermaids to act this way. But you were about to learn what caused this.

"Why me?" you whispered, knowing now he could hear you. 

"Because I remember every touch of you. Every moment we spent together. Every little piece of memory we made in this godsforsaken place, and I need you. I already feel like I'm losing my mind, and I can't take it anymore. At least take responsibility for what you're doing, this is your fault."

"Krill…"

"It's useful for you, isn't it?" he suddenly changed his tune. He looked angry, but the twisted desperation was unconcealable. "My seed. You can have it. Take it all if you must as long as you do something." 

His words were followed by a groan, sounding in so much pain, and you watched his cock jerk, hips lifting, trying to reach an unavailable source of comfort, a connection to something that wasn't there. "Fuck, I held it back for so long. You and your shitty drugs! I had it under control! I didn't need you at all—didn't even think of you!"

Another long howl escaped him, head rolling from one side to another. He looked completely out of his mind when his gaze fixed on you again, needy and desperate. You had no way to find out if it was because of the drugs, and that worried you. 

"I lied," he confessed, his breath leaving him ominously. His admission was completely out of character for a creature like him, which took you aback, but when Krill looked back at you, there was a different kind of determination in his eyes. A savage one—mad even. You wanted to run away, far, far away from him, but his eyes, full of drugged madness and terrifying adoration, didn't let you act on your whims. As if he hypnotized you.

"I thought about you constantly. You were always on my mind. I thought about coming back so many times, but I couldn't leave the others. But now they don't need me anymore, and I have you back. You're the only one left for me, please. Please help me. Help me, my mate."

His voice was sugary sweet as he pleaded with you, your heart skipping a beat when you watched this destructive, dangerous creature reduced to a begging mess. It wasn't what you wanted for him, and you didn't want the kind of control he was hovering over your head. But you felt the heat spreading throughout your whole body as he called you his.

"We're not mates," you tried to deny it, shaking your head, the implications too severe. "That's the drugs speaking."

"Gods," he groaned loudly, licking his lips as his eyes scanned over your body. "I wish they were."

His hips jerked again, impatient and in desperate need of release. If you were truly mates, that would be bad. It would be an instant invitation to be locked in this facility forever until you passed away. If anyone happened to check on you, seeing the state Krill was in, they'd assume the worst, delighted by these new possibilities. You had to find a solution before that. 

"Fuck," you muttered, and Krill groaned in agreement. "We're not mates!" you insisted, moving towards his side again. This was absolutely bonkers, but every touch seemed to send him further down the spiral—and so were you, even though you refused to admit it.

"This is strictly professional."

"It's whatever," he rejoiced when he felt your hands back on his chest, a little too happy about this smithereens of body contact for it to be just because of the drugs. "Help me, mate."

"Do me a favor," you asked, rolling your shoulders and readying yourself for what you had to do. You couldn't believe you were going to do it; jerking off a merman was definitely not in your job description. But if it would help with not being confined for all eternity as a pathetic mating buddy, then you had no choice. You just needed the push to actually do it.

"Say 'please' again."

Krill's lips parted in a disturbingly wide grin, red rubies sparkling as he looked at you, filled with a sickening hope and adoration that made you shudder.

"Please."

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[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes

Lately Yandere!Jing Yuan has been in my mind a lot, and I've been thinking about him with a Vidyadhara!Reader. In my eyes in this scenario, he would be worse than if you were just a regular human. Considering how dangerous the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus have been recently on the Luofu, extorting the Vidyadhara population to help make their draughts and medicines, and Jing Yuan genuinely fears for your life.

It isn't ideal, Jing Yuan mourns. He is a patient man, and he would prefer to take his time ensnaring you in his embrace. This cage is breakable, it has gaps and weaknesses that you could exploit. But if you locked yourself in it willingly and threw away the key...suddenly it's inescapable.

Jing Yuan makes do with the time and materials he has at his disposal. He worms his way into your at a pace that's brisk, but not quick enough that it comes across as suspicious. What begin as coincidental meetings at markets and small talk turn to purposeful plans and shared secrets.

Then they begin to escalate. One day Jing Yuan brings up the idea of having a Cloud Knight or two watch you if you leave your home. After all, the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus are lurking throughout the Luofu, and he would hate for you to get hurt, or even worse...

You acquiesce beautifully, and Jing Yuan can breathe a sigh of relief, though his worries aren't entirely quelled.

No, the only way to complete banish those shadows lurking in his mind is to have you safely under his grasp. It's unfortunate, Jing Yuan thinks, that he has to go to such extreme measures; that he has keep you safely tucked away where those zealots following the Plague Author will never be able to even lay a finger on you. But it's for the best, he tells himself, as he kisses you beneath pale moonlight after a walk in Exalting Sanctum.

On the chessboard of life, Jing Yuan moves a pawn. It's a subtle move.

Checkmate in three.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere drabble #yandere hsr #yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader #aaaaaa i haven't been able to write in so long sobs #inspiration has been GONE #i do have another idea tho for a drabble that i might write tomorrow #ive just been so busy with school lslkdgsjldg #i might write a longer thing based on this idea??? #idk

[coffe-and-tea-time]

ᯓও Wish I was your safe space…

Hi, coffee speaking! This is a comfort drabble about a kind of tsundere yandere and a reader who went non verbal, I'm not really used to write tsun in yanderes but I think it ends up well.

(not edited, gonna edit this later)

Tw: yandere behavior, swearing, somewhat willing reader, established relationship?, anexy, reader nonverbal due to run out of energy battery, hints of safe food/drink, general comfort and fluff, it's a tsundere-yandere but protective so yeh…

"Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

You get surprised at the sight of those bright yellow eyes on you as he gets closer, his voice sounds like something between annoyed and worried. also seems like he already manage to do a copy of your house key

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything to me? Did you manage to get hurt in the time I blink or something?"

You slightly shake your head, wondering what you could do to make him understand, your head goes a million by second, fearing to upset him due to being nonverbal at the moment, your breath quickens a bit… until a warm and tender touch on your check steals your attention.

"You don't seem like you have a fever or hurt, this is the 'battery' thing you were talking about before?"

You nod, relieved that he seems to understand what is going on. He then sits on the bed right beside you and holds you in a semi hug, as if you're gonna fly away or something.

"It's okay, you don't need to talk, you just need to be here and exist with me… I will stay right besides you, I won't let anything coming in your way, you need a proper rest right now, and I'm gonna make sure you have it, and if you rather me not being here, then, sucks to be you, I will stay and make sure you don't die or something"

Despiste his words that makes you kinda want to punch his stupid pretty face, it's also feels nice, to be cared for, although not with the greater choice of words, it's clear that he care when you feel his hand shake a little as he hold you gently, he must got worried and run here without a second thought, it's almost sweet enough for you to forget to ask yourself how he got inside in the first place.

"I will order some of your favorites, lay down on bed while I go get some water for you, I'm not dumb to not guess your schedules must be fucked up right now"

You were about to fight back but he gently pulled you down in the bed again.

"Yeh, yeh, I know, you don't like being orden around and bla bla bla but when you feel like the energy is drain out of your body, it's means that you really are obliged to have a rest"

You really can't fight back that logic, although part of your brain is worried about being a burden, you decide to let yourself indulging for a bit as you watch him leave the room probably going straight to the kitchen; Now that you think about it, he did say he will order some of your favorites, he truly knows your taste on food? Well, guess you will find out soon.

"Here, I got some water, the food will be here in about half an hour, it's good that I bring this with me before coming here"

As you put your gaze on him, you notice he's holding a glass of water in one hand and your favorite drink with the other, which you automatically move your hand to grab like a desperate lost person in a desert that just found an oasis.

"Nope, not so fast, hun"

You return your focus on him as an instinctive frown appears on your face.

"First the water, then you can have your special drink"

Reclutanly, you drank the water since there is not really much of an option and you truly need that drink.

"Huh? It's weird and a relief that you don't kick me for saying that or try to grab the drink anyways, well done, honey"

You do a little happy hum as you grab your precious prize in your hand just as he sits beside you on the bed to quietly pat your back.

"You know? I'm aware this is close to a story you tell the police about rather that something romantic but even if you find it unsettling, I want you to know that I care for you, even if it seems like it took a second to anything happens to you, I long for be here every single time"

A feeling of a faint kiss meets your forehead.

"You're a disaster, but you're my disaster, dummy"

Even if you think of hitting him for saying that, a stupid smile creeps on your lips.

bzzzt

"Oh, that it's my phone, should be the food, we will eat first and then came back to the cuddling"

He stands up and just when he is about to leave the room to go get the door.

"Oh, and don't think for a moment you will be free from me, I'm gonna make sure you got better"

That sounded more threatening than it needs to, but it doesn't sound that bad…

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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[yanderedollhouse]

Full Story Prelude

Parts 1 - 5

Demon!Yandere OC x Suicidal!Reader Guardian Angel!Yandere OC x Suicidal!Reader Damned Human!Yandere OC x Suicidal!Reader Summary: Following a failed attempt at suicide, you wake up in the temporary psych ward at your local hospital, but something just isn’t right about your nurse. Will you be able to escape this place? And more importantly, can you escape him? Warnings: Yandere, Suicide mentions (ideation, failed attempt, urges), Obsessive behavior, needles, religious concepts (angels, demons, heaven, hell), delusions, fantasy horror/ gore, harm and recovery, hospitals, psychiatric ward, manipulation, medical malpractice, murder, harassment, medication malcompliance, noncon, kidnapping Resources: Connect with a trained crisis counselor. The 988 Suicide and Crisis Line is confidential, free, and available 24/7/365. Word Count: 13k

Part 1 - The Failure; The Meeting

“It’s feeling empty in the middle of an amazing moment. It’s cuddling your dog and thinking she would be better off without you, then realizing how silly that was to think.” — Acacia A.

“It’s like drowning, except you know how to swim. The current is just too strong to stay afloat anymore. That current is your emotions. What strength you have left is your ability to swim.” — Miranda W.

“Think of the way other people long for the beach, or they long for a rainy day and a good book. They yearn for things that bring them comfort, time away from stress, even when they can’t necessarily set everything aside to make it happen immediately. It’s the same way, for me, with suicide. I went under for surgery a few times, and described the nowhere and nothingness I experienced, and how I imagine at times this is what death is like. And so, like most people would yearn for some innocuous escape from everyday life, I sometimes yearn for an escape not-so-harmless: the nowhere nothingness.” — Kristy H.

“Going to be okay. . it’s going to be okay.”

You push through the thick fog weighing you down. Towards the voice that drips of sticky-sweet honey and lies. You want it to be okay. You feel like you’re floating towards something, but when you reach out to grab at the warm glow above you, to embrace the heat, cold chains around your ankles clink and groan in protest and snap you back down, down to the frigid ground. Your head hits the surface and everything but you dissolves into the dark nothingness from which you came.

When you first wake up, all you can see are harsh, white lights everywhere. There are so many sounds, so many voices that you can’t distinguish one from another and it hits you as a solitary wall of panic. You start to move. Your fingers barely respond at first, then they jump to life. Grabbing and clawing as if you are still heading for the voice from before. You jolt as hands grab at you from both sides to still your arms. There’s a sharp prick in your side, then everything is heavy and dark. 

The darkness is so binding this time that you aren’t sure if you really are awake this time. You try to move and are rewarded by a stiff and painful aching across your body. Before you can think to stop moving, you hear the click of a door opening and in an instant, light floods the room. You wince and try your best to look asleep again. You can get out of here once you’re alone again. You can hear footsteps approaching and the beep of a few buttons. 

“You look much more peaceful when you’re actually asleep.” A soft voice cuts through the silence, “Are you in pain?” 

Busted. You let your curiosity get the better of you and your eyelids flutter open. Before you stands what you immediately assume to be an actual angel. With a shock of white hair and a confusingly youthful face, you can’t exactly determine the age of the man standing over you, but you can tell that he is absolutely gorgeous. You start to panic, realizing how disgusting you must appear to him. Bright eyes, full of concern, flicker behind a pair of thin, dark glasses. 

“Here.” He turns his back to you briefly and grabs something, then crouches next to you and holds up an unopened bottle of water in front of you. He twists off the lid and holds the small bottle to your lips, smiling as you down the entire thing in several messy gulps. 

“Hurts,” You manage to tell him then.

“I’m sure it does,” He empathizes, “Where all does it hurt?” 

“Everywhere.” 

“Okay,” He gives you a concerned look up and down, “The pain should go away soon, but I’ll still get you a low-dose painkiller to start out with. And you should feel better after you eat something. Can I bring you some food?” 

“Yes please,” You start to get an idea, and it would be best if he left for this. 

He gives you an encouraging smile and leaves, shutting the door gently behind him.

You count to 120, testing your body’s movement along the way. With a little effort and a hup, you’re finally standing. The spots of darkness haven’t even left your eyes when you take off, running directionlessly through the halls and thanking God that you’re still wearing your attempt clothes. 

It seems to be late evening and the halls are almost completely empty. Almost. Just when you finally find the staircase, you hit someone . Hard. You and a small blonde woman go flying to the ground. You look up long enough to meet her eyes and see the word ‘wait’ form on her lips before you’re back up and running clumsily down the stairs, taking them two at a time. 

She must have alerted security, because you hear the overhead speakers announce a variety of codes as you run. 

‘Shit shit shit!’ You think, losing hope you didn’t even know you had.

And there it is. The exit. You can see a crimson sky through the small window of the door at the bottom of the staircase. You hesitate, and then your hands are gripping the cold handle of the door and pushing open. Into the unknown. Into freedom. 

. . . 

Part 2

Sunset 

It was much too good to be true, you would have thought to yourself. But instead, the only thing that could be found on your mind was ‘no no no bite bite’ as you were pulled away from the door. It shut with a clang. One strong hand grabbed your wrist too hard and another clamped down over your mouth, pinning your back against your attacker. 

“Shh, calm down.” The voice behind you says. Easy for them to say. 

You’re dragged to the corner of the room and under the stairs kicking and trying to bite their hand off. You go still. A pit forming in your stomach as you hear heavy boots descending the stairs above you. Two security guards burst out your escape door, probably looking for you. Their radios are blaring with activity and they are breathing heavily. 

After a minute, they come back through the door. You try to get their attention by wiggling around and it works. They’re staring right at you. At least you think they are. 

“We can’t find her.” The taller man says first, almost apologetically. The other one seems to squint at you, then checks his glasses. 

‘Her? But I’m right here.’ You think. 

Your blood runs cold when you hear the voice behind you speak.  

“It’s alright Samson, Graves.” Your nurse tells them. “I’ll look around some more, but you guys should head back to your post.” 

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks, man.” And they both leave. 

The confusion kept you still for the most part, but now that you’re ‘alone’. You see your opportunity and bite down hard on the hand that covers your mouth. Coppery blood fills your mouth and then you’re released. He pushes you away from him and you see your opportunity to run out the door. 

A wave of fresh air and sunshine hits you first, then, as your eyes adjust to the brightness, your heart sinks down into your stomach. You’re in the middle of a courtyard. A fenced courtyard. The fence runs non-stop around the grassy area without a gate or any break and looms over you to be around 20 feet tall. 

“I thought you’d head this way.” A voice breaks your concentration and you whip around, ready to bite and claw your way out of this, but he holds his hands up in surrender. One is clean, one is bloody. “I’m not going to fight you,” He starts, “And I’m sorry I grabbed you. I was worried about security finding you first.” 

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “They did find me though.” You remember. “They looked right at me! Did you pay them off or blackmail them or something?” You can’t imagine when he could have done that though. 

“Come sit with me.” 

“I’m not going back to that room.”

He considers this. “That’s fine.” He takes a bag off his shoulder and sits in the grass. “Just sit here with me.” He says, patting a spot next to him. 

As much as you want to fight him, you need answers. And you really want to sit down. When was the last time you just sat in the grass? You can’t remember doing it in your entire adult life. You walk over from the fence line as he smiles at you, patting the spot next to him. But instead, you plop yourself down in the grass about 6 feet from him. Can’t be too careful. If your choice affects him, he doesn’t show it. 

He takes his eyes off you for the first time to dig through the bag and you brace yourself. What does he have? A taser? A syringe? That’s what doctors carry around, right? 

Before you can get up to run, he pulls a small, brightly colored bottle out of the bag and tosses it to you. You catch it and turn it over in your hands. Orange juice. You check the seal, then open it. He pulls out another bottle for him. 

“You are still hungry right?” He asks genuinely. You nod and he pulls two packaged blueberry muffins out of the bag, offering them to you. You hesitate, but the pain in your stomach is too much and you scoot closer to accept them. 

“When you’re done, you can have a prn. I got the doctor to write you a prescription for that painkiller I mentioned.” 

You eye him suspiciously before you decide to ask through mouthfuls of muffin. “Are you not the doctor?” 

“Goodness no,” He chuckles a bit at the idea. “I’m a nurse. I don’t even work here most of the time. I travel to a handful of different hospitals when they’re understaffed to help out. Even if I had the smarts for med school, I wouldn’t do it. Doctors these days don’t get enough time with patients.”

This is maybe too much time with a patient, you think, but decide to keep that to yourself. 

“Why did the security guards act like they didn’t see me?” You blurt out instead.

He considers for a moment, when his eyes return to you, they hold an unrecognizable emotion. 

“It wasn’t an act.” He starts. “They really didn’t see you.” 

A thousand more questions form in your head, but he holds up his hand before you can ask any of them. It's got a smear of blood across the palm, but seems otherwise unmarked. That’s the one you bit, you realize. 

“You see, I have my ways of helping people. I can heal some like how I healed my hand. I can control the human mind and body in many ways. You know how your vision can get worse when you expend cardiovascular effort for too long? I just convinced them that they didn’t see you because of that.” He smiles to himself. “Maybe Samson will take it as a sign to lay off the muffins here and there. He could afford it.” 

“So, you’re like a super-nurse?” You ask stupidly. What else are you supposed to say? 

“Something like that.” He says. 

“Why don’t you just fix everything for everyone then? Is keeping people sick some kind of job security?” 

“It’s not that simple. I can only affect people at the personal level. I can’t do a mass curing of everything unfortunately. It takes from me too.” He looks up at you, abandoning his grass-pulling project with the light highlighting his hair. “Y/n,” he hesitates.

“Yes?” You realize you don’t know his name. He moves a bit closer and takes your hand in his. 

“What is it that you desire the most? Would you allow me to give it to you? Would you help me help you live more painlessly than you’ve ever imagined? I know things have not been easy for you. I can fix that. Would you let me?” 

“Oh thanks, um” You wait a second and let him fill in the blanks. 

“Andreas” 

“Right. Thank you for the offer,” you take back your hand, “But the only thing I want is to die. You’re free to help me with that but I’m not sure that’s your kind of thing.” 

He looks surprised. Has nobody turned him down before? You swear you see the whites of his eyes darken. Then, he’s laughing softly. 

“You’re full of surprises.” He giggles. “And you’re right. I won’t help kill you. But maybe I can convince you another time, it’s getting dark.” He stands up, stretches a bit, and holds his clean hand out to you. 

After a moment, you realize you aren’t getting out of here without his help and take his hand. As he walks you back to your room, you learn a few more things in your conversation. His full name is Andreas Abate, he’s 28 years old, and he’s from Chicago originally but lives all over. Apparently, being a traveling nurse is a pretty good gig and he can afford to have a place to live near each hospital he works at. 

‘It must be a nice life,’ you think, as he brings you back to your room, inviting you to shower and change into some spare scrubs while he washes your clothes overnight. It must be nice to have everything–looks, power, money. Maybe if you had an ounce of power in your own life, things wouldn’t have gotten so bad.

You ‘drift’ off to sleep. As if it could be considered drifting. Actually, drifting sounds too peaceful. You’re more or less hit with a semi-truck of exhaustion as soon as your painkiller starts working. 

And for the first time you remember, you fall asleep feeling warm, comfortable, and safe from him.

. . . 

Part 2.5

Night Shift

Andreas shut the door to your room quietly behind him. This time, he made sure to lock it securely before walking off. Stalking down the hall, he muttered angrily to himself, replaying the evening over and over in his head. 

What exactly had gone wrong? He knew you wanted to take his deal. He could see it in your eyes. He could feel it in your quickened pulse as he held your fragile, human hand. He had set the whole thing up to be perfect! 

Well, that run-in with the other nurse certainly hadn’t helped. He would deal with her later. And he had to improvise a bit when you asked about security, but his plans had absolutely never gone this wrong. 

His vision goes red for just a second.

“Sir? Sir!” Andreas hears Samson’s grating voice against his ears and feels a hand on his shoulder. He shakes it off immediately. 

“What?” Andreas tries to keep the annoyance out of his voice as he faces the taller man. 

“Uhh” Samson points a shaky finger at the hole in the wall. 

“Oh.” Andreas takes his hand out of the wall. “I’m fine. Just go back to your station.” He shakes some drywall off his knuckles. His thumb running over the indent where your teeth scarred him. He could have easily removed any trace of your attack, but so few people made him bleed. He didn’t mind keeping the reminder. Even if it made his blood run hot at the moment. He looks back up at Samson saying, “I told you to leave. What do you want?”

“He wants you to fix your face, Demon.” Graves chimes in from safely behind Samson. 

“Oh.” Now that Andreas thinks of it, he can feel that his human form is slipping. His eyes must be black and that’s what's scaring Samson. The guard was a good person and didn’t like to be reminded that he had sold his soul to Andreas. “Better?” he asks after a moment.

“You’ll knock them dead, sir!”

“You’re ready for prom night, that’s for sure.” 

“Get out of here before I decide to rethink your contracts.” Andreas watches as the two idiots scurry off like roaches. Maybe he should fill your room with roaches and wait until you beg him to make a deal before he lets you out. 

No, he hasn’t been a demon for a horribly long time like most, but he has at least figured out that you get better responses from the carrot rather than the stick. He needs to figure out what you want. What you really want. Before he offers it to you. He knows that there has to be something in your life that could change for the better. But first, he needs to call in a few favors. 

Cordyline Smith could always be found in the employee break room, so when Andreas finds it empty, He’s forced to extend his sight elsewhere. Closing his own eyes and filing through the souls around him, he finally opens Cordyline’s. She’s on the bathroom floor somewhere. Typical. She probably came into work hungover again. 

He assumes correctly and finds her in the gender neutral bathroom nearest to the breakroom. Her ID badge laying discarded behind her on the floor as she clutches the rim of a toilet. He begins to pull her long, black hair back gently and she flinches at his touch, then relaxes. 

“I swear I was on my way to find you.” She says, not facing him, but he isn’t concerned about seeing her eyes. Like Samson and Graves, Cordyline has been in contract with Andreas long enough to know it’s useless lying to him. 

“It’s alright.” He reassures her. “I wouldn’t have been able to talk until now anyway. What’s going on? Out too late last night?” 

“I wish.” She laughs bitterly, holding up the wand in her hand. Even from this distance, he can’t make out the result with his own eyes, but the context of the situation tells him it's a positive pregnancy test. Crodyline begins to sob now and Andreas sighs. He lets his human form slip down enough to conjure a large bottle of anti-nausea OTCs. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here and discuss this in the breakroom.” He says, shaking the bottle a bit to get her attention. She gets up and washes her hands. 

Andreas offers his arm and she holds it, walking stiffly to the breakroom. When they arrive, Cordyline’s eyes go wide as she sees what he’s got in store for her. 

“You’re not mad at me?” She makes a beeline for the freshly hot box of donuts with her name on it- exactly what she is craving in the moment. 

“Accidents happen.” He shrugs. “And I need a favor anyway.” She gives him a questioning look. “I need you to do some research on the patient in room 666, y/n. I want to know absolutely everything you can find, no matter how useless it seems. I’ll even take a highschool transcript.” She raises her eyebrows. 

“Someone trying to get out of a contract?” She pulls out her phone and starts typing away immediately. 

“On the contrary.” He admits. “I made her an offer and she wouldn’t take it.” 

“Really? That’s never happened before.”

“Yeah, don’t rub it in.” Andreas clutches at his heart, pretending to be hurt. 

“Okay, there’s not a huge presence here, but I’ll send you what I’ve got.” She types for a few more seconds and then puts her phone down to face him. “Can we please discuss the terms of my contract?” 

Andreas was expecting this. People’s priorities tend to change dramatically in Cordyline’s situation. “And here I thought you knew you couldn’t get out of a deal. Not even I have the power to undo what’s been done.” 

“It’s not that!” She says quickly. “I- I need to renew our contract. Or make a new one, however it works.” She puts a hand lightly over her stomach. “I’m keeping it, and I don’t know if that means I’m on my own yet.” 

“Oh.” Today was full of surprises. Andreas smiles and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You’re never going to be alone in this.” He promises. “I’ll be here for the whole journey.” He can’t be certain, but he thinks that he can feel her shiver under his touch. 

And five minutes later, he’s walking out of the breakroom with the energy of a new contract at his heels, leaving Cordyline to sleep on the couch until her break is over. Considering how the day has gone, he believes he needed a win. 

Now that Cordyline’s child has a secure future and support, it’s time to shift his focus back to you. He carefully makes his way back to the psych ward on the 6th floor, momentarily stopping to check in on Lauren, the other nurse in psych that you ran into during your grand escape. She is still a bit shaken, but Andreas assures her that he has your case under control and that he’ll be working overtime for it. 

There’s no need to assign anyone else to your case, he won’t be taking any time off until you make a deal with him. It’s his top priority. Just in case, he puts a warning note about violent outbursts in your file to prevent visits from staff, family, or other patients. It’s not a total lie.

He has approximately 3 other marks in the ward at the moment, but decides not to pursue any of them any further. He’ll reassign them to Samuel, Lauren, and the floaters. After all, they’re all voluntary admissions, nothing special. 

It’s about 3 am when he finally has a chance to comb through the information Cordyline sent to his email. From the looks of it, your inner circle consists of two parents, an on-again-off-again boyfriend, and a handful of friends from college. 

Andreas moves quickly, looking through the profiles of your friends first. It looks like you’re tagged in a few of their photos from your college years, but nothing recent. He double checks with your transcript and confirms that you dropped out voluntarily shortly before you were to graduate. It seems like your depression was affecting your grades too much.. You probably have little contact with those friends anyway, as it looks like the majority of them have settled down. He goes through your parents’ information too, but nothing catches his eye. 

When he can’t find anything on your supposed boyfriend, he becomes a bit frustrated. Doesn't everyone live online these days? Yet, you’ve made absolutely no impression on the internet. 

You give him no choice. Andreas reaches into the electronics drawer and fishes out the phone that was in your pocket when you were admitted. He sets it up on a charger and makes a call down to Cordyline to get it unlocked. He looks up to see the sun start to rise over the east building. You’ll be awake soon, since the safety blinds in your room are poor quality. 

Fifteen minutes and another six bacon-covered donuts as payment later, Andreas is granted access to your entire life. 

. . . 

Part 3

Visitor

For the next week, you see many people file past your door, going this way and that. A doctor comes in and sits with you and Andreas to write you a few prescriptions first thing Monday morning, but he doesn’t even look your way during the five-minute visit. 

Every day starts with meds and vitals. Andreas is extremely gentle with you and explains everything he does before he does it and why it’s important. After a while, you learn that you can extend his visits by asking how things work around the hospital or personal questions about him. You don’t love the fact that you rely on him to be a source of entertainment, but you’re under increased security due to your initial escape attempt. 

He told you that the staff wanted to place you under a suicide watch, but he got it waived by offering to take you on as his only charge. As grateful as you are to be able to use the bathroom without someone watching you, you feel guilty to have taken his attention away from people who really needed whatever healing powers he possessed. It was starting to get under your skin. The guilt. The boredom. The ominous feeling that you are wasting space and racking up even more debt. 

You had insurance, but you were worried about the deductible and you couldn’t figure out your financial situation. Andreas told you not to worry about it, but you knew that time was only making things worse. He kept offering to vaguely make things ‘better’ for you. But you couldn’t tell him what to fix. You really felt like the only problem in your life was you! However, you were very tempted to take his offer for a better life just to get yourself out of here. 

In addition to the odd nature of your nurse’s healing powers, you begin to get paranoid that Andreas could read minds. Everything he seemed to do was right. He always brought in the food you were craving and seemed to be able to make you comfortable despite the smallness of your room. He brought in as many books as you asked for, claiming that there was an excellent library adjacent to the hospital, and he’d even hinted that you could get more privileges through ‘good behavior’ whatever that meant. 

Still, he was very kind and gentle with you. You felt like he had good intentions even if they were wasted on you. He was becoming your friend in a way that scared you. Not because you were afraid of him, no, but because you were afraid of what you might do to him when you are finally free of this place. When you die, will he blame himself for it? For failing? You don’t want that on your conscience. 

You were looking out the window, watching the children’s ward play in the very courtyard that you had tried to escape from and thinking about what in your life needed to change when everything did change. 

Your door opens very quietly and then shuts with a crack, startling you. Andreas always announces himself when he comes into your room, but when you turn to see him, a striking, very out-of-breath girl is leaning against your door instead. A thousand questions form on your lips, but before you can think to ask any of them, she approaches you with an outstretched hand. 

You instinctively shrink back against the window and she stops. 

“Sorry, y/n!” She says. “I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Cordyline. I was hoping we could talk for a few minutes?” 

“How do you know my name?” You ask, not wanting to move away from your safe spot. 

“I do all the records and tech work for this ward.” She answers quickly and calmly. Not moving as to not scare you any further. She gestures towards the chair behind her, “Mind if I sit here?”

“Go ahead.” 

She sits down and you stare at her from your safety corner. She is really beautiful, with long, silky black hair and visible lashes. She doesn’t even seem to be wearing much makeup. You suppose she’s one of those lucky girls who look great no matter what. She gives you a little pitying smile and you decide you don’t like that. 

She sits calmly, resting one hand on a cane and one hand on the ponytail that spills over her shoulder. 

“I should explain myself.” She says suddenly, “I don’t have much time. I’m worried about your safety here and I just want you to be able to make a good–no–an informed decision about your future.” 

“I don’t understand. You want to help me kill myself?” You ask. 

“Uh, no.” She begins to nervously stoke her hair and glances at the door before continuing. “It’s about Andreas, your nurse. He- he’s not the kind of person you want to be tied down to, you know? He is nice enough, but everything he does is a transaction. Nothing good comes without a price.” 

“Are you his girlfriend or something?” You can’t imagine why else she would come to tell you these things. “Look- don’t worry. I’m not interested in him or anything like that.” 

“No, that’s the problem. I heard you had rejected his offer and,” She sighs, “I’ve honestly never seen him this obsessed with er- helping someone. And there’s something you need to know.” She leans in. “I know you know he has a certain power to heal people, but he can control other things too. And it’s worse when you know where that power comes from. Look, I know this is going to sound completely insane, but Andreas is a demon.”

“A demon? Literally? Like a literal devil?” You look for any hint of humor in her eyes but find nothing. She’s dead serious. Your mouth hangs open in questioning confusion, but you fail to put anything into words. 

“I know it sounds crazy and I know you’re probably so confused, but please, he can’t know I was here, okay?”

She seems so scared and sincere. You nod. She smiles at you genuinely now, full of relief. 

“I should leave you be now, but remember there are people on your side here. Things will get better. As long as you don’t make a deal with him.” She stands and takes her cane. From here, you can see that she’s wearing a medical boot on one foot. 

“Um. .” You start.

“Yes?” She looks back at you. 

“Did he do that?” You point at her boot. 

She looks down as if remembering that it exists. “Oh, no! He didn’t.” She reassures you, but doesnt tell you what happened. Before she can turn again to leave, there’s a soft knock on your door. It’s Andreas and you both know it. 

Before you know what you’re doing, you hurry her into the corner behind the bed and answer the door. You know that he’ll come in anyway if you don’t answer. 

“Hi, can you come back in a little bit?” You ask him after cracking open the door. “I uh got really into writing in that journal you gave me and I don’t want to lose my train of thought.” You pray that was convincing and he looks like he winces a little bit. Must be a trick of the light. 

“Sorry, this will only take a minute. It’s midday vitals.” He says and pushes the door open. He directs you to sit down on your bed and you do, but you make sure to rest as close to the edge as you can. He wraps the sleeve around your arm and you just know you’ll be caught by the intensity of your heart hammering in your chest. 

“You’re usually more talkative than this.” He remarks. “Is something wrong?” 

“Oh, I’m just trying to keep all the ideas in my head to write down.” You say and to put him at ease, you add: “I thought of some things I might want to change about my life.” 

His eyes seem to light up with something. Happiness? Or is it mischief? You can’t be sure.

“That’s good. You’re all done here.” He removes the sleeve and wires from your arm. “Now, do you need anything from me?”

“Nope!”

“Y/n.” He crouches down at your eye level. “What are you hiding?” His eyes flicker behind you briefly but you can’t make yourself look. “Or should I say, who are you hiding?” 

Your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. 

“You can tell me, you’re not going to be hurt. Is someone here with you? Another patient?” He stands back up, waiting for your response, but none comes. 

Instead, Cordyline pokes her head up from behind the bed with her hands up in surrender. 

“Don’t hurt them.” She says. “It was my choice to come here.” 

“It was your choice to disobey direct instructions?” Andreas asks harshly, in a tone you’ve never heard him use before. “I left loopholes in your contract because you work best when you can use your own creativity. Not so that you could betray me.” 

Ah, you think. These are his true colors. The niceness, that gentle nature of his seems to have disappeared with a snap. 

“Wait.” You say, “She didn’t do anything wrong. She just came here to talk because I was bored and sat on the buzzer.” You hate to lie, but you like this girl. A lot actually. And you don’t want to see her in trouble. 

You see Cordyline stumble around the bed now, as if making toward the door, but Andreas is faster and shuts it quietly. Cutting her escape route off. 

“And what did you talk about then?” 

Cordyline hesitates, then seems to resolve something within her before she says: “She needed to know. She needed to make an informed decision.” 

“Oh.” Andreas seems a bit surprised at her candor. He looks down at her for a long minute, then starts to laugh quietly. “Is that so?” He asks rhetorically. 

He grabs the front of Cordyline’s scrubs in one hand and slams her with unexpected strength against the wall. She gasps and claws that the hand holding her in place, but he doesn’t budge. With his free hand, he traces a line abound her abdomen. 

“And did you tell her that I can decide to take my payment at any time I decide fit?” He asks, but Cordyline is too out of breath to respond. She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t mind a demonstration.” He continues. “You’re useful but not irreplaceable.” 

“No.” You say quietly, realizing she was right. She was telling the truth and trying to save you from this monster. Through your blurry, tearful vision, you see Andreas’ form start to warp into His.  This can’t be happening. It can’t be happening again. 

“Look what you’ve done.” Andreas hisses at Cordyline. “You made her cry. Now, before I consume your soul in front of you, do you want me to cut the fetus from your body? I’m not unfair. I’ll let him grow up with my guidance. And who knows! In eighteen years, maybe he’ll want a deal himself.” 

“Wait!” You say more clearly this time, sick to your stomach at his words. “I’ll do it. I’ll make a deal. But you have to leave her alone. And give Cordyline her soul back. That’s the only condition.” 

Andreas turns to you and your stomach drops. The whites of his eyes have gone completely black. The typically familiar look on your friend’s face has been replaced by this hungry, demonic one. His mouth opens into a wide grin, revealing sharp canines that you don’t remember noticing before.  

“My darling is kind enough to want to spare you.” He says to Cordyline, who has gone several shades paler. “But the rules don’t work like that, do they?” Andreas releases Cordyline and she crumples to the floor. “Let's make a deal. I’ll spare her life today and you will be bound to me for eternity. That’s fair, right? A life for a life.” 

He takes a step towards you, but you shrink back, unable to catch your breath. Cordyline starts to move a little on the floor. It’s happening again. Again! And you’re just as helpless this time, if not more than ever before. You start to hyperventilate and feel the world shifting. Growing larger around you. Not now! Not again! You bury your head in your hands. Hoping the world will disappear. 

“Y/n? Y/n!” You hear a soft voice. A familiar voice. You open your eyes to see Andreas kneeling near your bed. His eyes are. . . normal? You look behind him and Cordyline has disappeared. 

“Where is she?” 

“Who? Did you have a nightmare?” His eyes are full of worry. He stands up and pulls you into a close hug. You struggle a bit, but eventually end up clinging to him. You can hear the steady beat of his heart and try to match his breathing with your own like he taught you. That’s right. He’s human. Just a regular person who lives and breathes. 

“I’m sorry, I think I did have a nightmare.” You say, internally kicking yourself. How could you have dreamt that he was a demon? 

After all, he’s the only person here on your side.

. . . 

Part 3.5

Bonus Scene: Revenge

It was hours before Andreas managed to get your shaking form to sleep again. You wouldn’t take any of the medication he offered to help. He made a mental note not to ask next time. You needed this medication and it was his job to provide it.

All you wanted was for him to sit in your room until you fell back asleep. So there the demon sat, 3 feet from you, pretending to read through a fashion magazine while he avoided drifting off himself. That bed looked awfully comfortable at a time like this and it had been three days since he had taken the time to rest. 

When he was just about to say fuck it and crawl up next to you, he looked up and saw that you actually were asleep this time. He stood, stretched, and pulled your blanket up further to keep you comfortable. Why did you have so much fight in you? You should see by now that your soul was his. Deal or no deal, you two were fated to be together. 

Andreas left your room quietly and locked the door behind him. Just in case, he called Samson up to watch over the hall to ensure there would be no more unwelcome visitors as he made his way down to the third floor. The third floor of the hospital was great, in his opinion. Well, great for what he was about to do. 

A feeling of relief went through Andreas as he turned the corner to see Graves still standing at his post. Granted, he was scrolling through social media, but at least he was there. Andreas had learned that this was the best he could expect from the older man. Andreas was about six feet away when Graves finally noticed him. 

“Jesus fuck man! You need some tap shoes or a bell or something on ya.” Graves ran a hand over what was left of his buzzed hair.  “Am I relieved then?” 

“Yes, you may leave.” Andreas confirmed and the guard scurried off.

Andreas opened the door to the supply closet and took a deep breath. He was going to enjoy this. 

The closet was dark inside and Andreas let his human form slip a bit before he flicked on the harsh lights. Cordyline flinched at the brightness. She was lying right where he left her and it was evident that she had been crying.  

Andreas knelt next to her and gently undid the knots binding her hands and feet. He could see that they would leave bruises, but this was not enough for him. He sighed.

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that right?” He asked, turning her hand over in his, gripping it tighter and tighter as she tried to pull it away. Her mouth formed a tight line as she held back tears, trembling in his grasp. He released her and stood back up, looking down as she inched away.

“You killed him.” Cordyline sobbed. “I just wanted a safe future and you murdered him.” 

“He wasn’t going to do you any favors.” Andreas knew it would hurt her when he decided to remove Theo from the picture, but he didn’t expect her to be so stupid as to try to take revenge on him for it. 

“I was going to tell him that night! Instead, he went for a drive and never came back!” 

“You know he wasn’t the fatherly type. He never would have supported your decision.” 

“That’s not for you to decide!” Cordyline spat angrily at him, but Andreas was done ‘caring.’

“Did you really think Theodore was going to stay with you and raise his child? When I caught him, he was on his way to his side girl–or I should say– one of them. He was planning to leave you for her before the pregnancy. Or wait, hadn’t he practically done so already? How long did you obsess over him? Stay loyal to him? And for what? You weren’t even the last thing on his mind.” Andreas looked curiously at her booted foot. “How long would you have lasted as his punching bag? That looks like it hurts.” 

In an instant, the boot disappeared and Cordyline winced at the loss of pressure on her fracture. Andreas rested his own foot over the wound and pressed lightly, then harder, enjoying the pained look on Cordyline’s face. 

“I’m not going to let you hurt me.” She told him defiantly. 

“I know. You’re being so brave” Andreas mocked. 

He lifted his leg and kicked down, hard, on Cordyline’s side. She sucked in a sharp breath, but didn’t cry out. He let his foot rest there for a moment, confirming that the bones were broken as he felt the fractured pieces scrape against each other. She was holding her breath. Holding in her fear. For what? So that he could enjoy it less? 

Andreas reached down and pulled Cordyline into a seated position by her messy ponytail. He crouched so that they were face to face. 

“You’re used to this kind of treatment, aren’t you? I don’t scare you because I need you to live a long life? Well, you don’t need to be completely functional for that.” He watched as she brought a hand to clutch at her chest, the other holding her side. Andreas released her in frustration and she fell back to the ground. “What do you even have?” He pried her hand open, revealing a small, silver cross necklace. 

Andreas couldn’t help himself this time. “You really think this is going to work on me? Where did you even get this?” He laughed loudly and snatched the cross out of her hand, tossing it in between his own hands before letting it fall to the ground. He heard Cordyline mumble something as it clattered to the floor. 

“What was that?” Andreas leaned down to hear her. 

“I don’t have that because it will work against you.” Cordyline said, “I don’t need it when I have this.” She flipped the small, military flashlight on. Right into Andreas’ face. 

Andreas winced and took a step back, covering his eyes as a splitting pain formed in his head. It felt like his eyes were burning in his skull. 

“You fucking bitch.” He let his human form drop completely. He dropped to the ground, pinning her down by her waist. Grabbing her wrist, he snapped the flashlight in half and let the broken pieces fall to the floor. “I’m really going to hurt you now.” 

Andreas turned her wrist over in his grasp. Contemplating, until something caught his eye. Cordyline wore a dull, silver ring over his mark on her left ring finger. The mark would have to stay. After all, he was sure that he’d never release Cordyline from his contract now. But the ring? He slid it off her finger to reveal his barcode-like marking under it as she bucked and tried to twist away. ‘Too late for that,’ he thought. 

“Don’t worry,” He assured her, “You won’t miss it.” 

“F-fuck you.” Cordyline spat, panting and wriggling to get away, but his grip on her was solid and unyielding. 

Andreas bit down on the finger at the knuckle, slowly at first, and Cordyline screamed. The sweet taste of her blood filled his mouth and excited him to the core. It had been a while since he’d been able to punish someone like this and to his displeasure, most people he contracted with didn’t dare to cross him. 

Cordyline had been one of his favorites and her betrayal hurt, but he would make sure that the pain she caused was returned to her tenfold. He spit the finger out and released her wrist. He watched as the limp thing fell to the floor. Oops! He’d bitten a bit too hard. She held her hand to her chest, sobbing as the place where her finger had been gushed blood. 

Andreas stood up and leisurely looked through the supply drawers as Cordyline scooted herself defensively into a corner. When he finally found the gauze,  he tossed some down to her on the floor. She didn’t touch it. 

Andreas sighed. Why did she have to be so difficult? He knelt down again and snatched the hand from her protective grasp. He placed the gauze over the bloody stump where her finger had been and wrapped a cloth bandage around the hand to keep it in place.

“Just what am I going to do with you?” He asked her genuinely. She only cried in response. “Deep breaths, it’s almost over.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and smiled to himself as he pulled away, seeing it smeared with her blood. That gave him an idea. “I need to mark you again, don’t I?”

“No, please.” She pleaded uselessly. Or not uselessly. After all, he did enjoy hearing Cordyline’s broken spirit in her voice. 

“Close your eyes.”He instructed. She shut them seemingly as tight as she could. 

Andreas leaned down and placed another kiss over her right eyelid. He stayed there for a moment, not entirely sure if it was going to work. Then, he broke into a wide grin as she began to scream and claw at him, at her face, at anything. He pulled away and watched as she opened her tear-filled eyes, a ring of blackish lines surrounded the pupil of her right eye. 

With a sense of satisfaction, Andreas released her face and Cordyline slumped against the wall. Panting and defeated. He stood up and grabbed a package of wipes to clean himself up with. 

“Stay put, I’ll send someone to look after that hand.” He told her. Not that she was in any position to move anyway. 

Andreas took the elevator back up to the sixth floor. He should really clock out and go home to rest, but he had been away from you for who knows how long and it's killing him! What if you’d had a nightmare? Ha made a mental note to add Prazosin to your medication regime. 

He dismissed Samson via text on the way so that he wouldn’t have to answer the man’s multiple questions. Your room was still dark. That’s a good sign. He quietly unlocked your door and cracked it open. You really do look peaceful when you sleep. 

He was about to leave when he saw that your bottle of water was empty. Worry flooded him. What if you woke up and had no water? Were you already needing it? He quietly walked over and retrieved the bottle. You stirred a bit and he froze. Were you uncomfortable? 

Before he could make a break from the door, you scrunched up your face a bit. 

“Dreas?” You asked groggily and his heart melted. You were calling out to him. 

“I’m here, it’s okay.” He replied quietly. “I’ll be back. I’m just going to fill up your water.” 

Your eyes fluttered open a bit and he could see that they were adjusting to the dim light. You paled and sat back. Backing away from him. Why?

“Is- is that blood?” You asked in a shaky voice. 

Oops, he must have missed something. He took a step back to not alarm you further. 

“It’s okay, love. It’s not mine.” 

“What did you do? Did you hurt someone?” 

“Don’t be silly, I’m a nurse. People bleed on me all the time.” 

“Really? On your face? Around your mouth?” 

Andreas brought a hand to his face and felt Cordyline’s flakey, dried blood come off a bit. Shit! He turned away. “Just go back to sleep, okay? I’ll bring your water back in a minute.” 

He left and shut the door behind him quickly. Just another mess for him to have to clean up. 

. . .

Part 4

True Colors

You did not, in fact, go right back to sleep. The terror of seeing your friend in your room– covered in blood– was apparently more effective than coffee. When Andreas came back, you pretended to be asleep, but he didn’t call you out on it this time. He just set the bottle of water next to you and left, his hands and face now completely clean. It made you doubt for a moment if you’d seen correctly. 

Eventually, you manage to drift off despite the thundering of your heart in your chest, and your dreams turn out muddy and confusing, like there is something preventing them from manifesting anything useful or entertaining. You think nothing of it at first. 

When you wake back up, it’s not Andreas in your room like usual. Instead, you look over and see a plate with a cinnamon bun, a hot coffee, and a note that reads ‘Will be back this afternoon -A.’ You don’t think twice about eating the bun or drinking the coffee. Coffee is actually banned in this ward and it’s been–what– 10 days since you arrived here? You have definitely felt the effects of withdrawal from lack of caffeine. 

The bun is warm and sticky. It tastes like heaven in a roll, or perhaps crack. The fact that you feel equally far away from both probably doesn’t help in the analogy-making department. Once it’s gone, you try to read a bit, but your mind still will not stop racing with questions and you’re surprised to find that you actually miss the constant, comforting presence that Andreas provides. 

Instead, you find yourself looking out the window, deep in thought. It still hurt a bit, the fact that you had no real visitors. From 12 to 4pm each day, you could see people excitedly walking past your room to go visit with friends and family. But, Andreas had said that nobody had ever even called to see where you were, much less, visit you. 

Still, you had asked every time he came by. You knew Andreas was about to be at lunch and he would be your only visitor as he made a habit these days to sit and talk to you on all his breaks, so for now, you just soak up the sound of silence in the room. 

You must have dozed off because you woke up to the sound of the door quietly shut. 

“Nurse?” You call out sleepily. But, a new voice replies.

“Er- no sorry. Do you need the nurse? I can go get her for you?”

Your eyes fly open. “Are you real?” you immediately ask the stranger. 

“Uhm, I think so?” He sounds and looks unsure now. Before you stands a man in a dark blue uniform with a bouquet of bright yellow flowers in his hands. You meet his eyes and see a very comforting shade of brown. 

You can’t prove it, you can’t prove anything, but you thought that Andreas had made it so that he was the only one in the hospital you interacted with. This guy must be lost.

“You probably have the wrong room. I hate to waste your time.” You say. 

The man seems unsure. He pokes his head out the door to confirm. “This is y/n’s room, right?” he asks, “There’s no name on the outside of the door.”

You perk up at your name, “You’re here for me? But who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. Mister uhh Grace?” You read the name on his uniform. He smiles at you, but you get the feeling he’s trying to put you at ease. 

“My name is Raphael.” He says, then more seriously, “I’m the paramedic that brought you here.” 

‘Oh. So it's his fault I’m in this situation,’ you think immediately. Then chastise yourself for doing so. He was only doing his job. This is all your own fault for failing your attempt.

“Oh wow okay.” You start, confused, “Do you er. . . bring everyone flowers after you transport them to the hospital?” You imagine that must cost a lot. 

He seems to just now notice the flowers in his hands. “Oh, no. I- uh I was just worried about you and thought you’d appreciate them.”

You do. You absolutely do. He hands them over and you take your time admiring the scent and texture of each bloom before placing them down next to you. 

“So listen,” he begins, “There’s something else I needed to tell y-” 

He is immediately cut off by a cheerful and unmistakably familiar voice saying “Vitals!” with a soft knock on the door. 

Andreas comes in wheeling the blood pressure machine behind him. You want to ask him to come back, you finally have a visitor! But before you can, the two men seem to be engaged in a silent staredown with you uncomfortably in the middle. 

“You!?” Raphael seems to ask and accuse him at the same time. Andreas is less than impressed.

“Me.” he says. And then gestures for your arm. You pull your hoodie off quickly and hold your arm out, too eager to watch what's happening to be difficult about vitals. You wished Andreas had come with your meal. It could have been dinner and a show.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You can tell that this Raphael guy isn’t going to let it go. 

“I’m a nurse.” Andreas explains condescendingly. “I work here. What are you doing here?”

“Wait.” you say. “You guys know each other?” 

“No!” Raphael hisses.

“We’re good friends.” Andreas says with a smirk. They seem to stare each other down for what feels like an eternity. Andreas’ machine beeps an angry tone and interrupts them before you can complain about it squeezing the life out of your arm, but you look down and see that it’s Andreas’ hand still clutching your arm. Not the sleeve.

Despite this, Andreas smiles down at you and says, “120 over 80. You’re doing well today.” 

Well? You’re doing great. Your only entertainment this morning was to watch the spider in the corner of your window carefully wrapping up a fly in its web. 

“Uh Dreas?” you say “Could you let us chat for a minute?” 

“Of course, love.” And he was gone.

Before you could even turn to talk to Raphael, he was in your face. He grabbed your hand and held it between both of his. 

“Y/n” He began, “I’m so, so sorry. I’m going to get you out of this.” 

“Right.” You peeled your hand out of his. “And how do I know you again?” 

“Through uh. . . the fire department” He looked away. “Look, y/n, don’t trust him. You can’t. I’ll get you out of this I swear, but I need you to be strong for me in the meantime.” 

“I know he’s a demon.”

“You what?”

“He offered me a deal.” you shrug, “but I didn’t take it. I didn’t want it.”

“You can’t take it,” Raphael insists, “If you make a deal with him you’ll doom your own soul for eternity.”

“And how do you know that? How do you even know he’s a demon?” You’re looking at him directly but he hesitates and refuses to meet your eye. You continue, “I know that I can’t trust him. I figured that out as much on my own, but how is it that I’m supposed to trust you? Honestly, I trust him a hell of a lot more than you right now.”

“You can trust me!” 

“I’m calling him back in here if you don’t start giving me answers.” You hover your fingers over the call nurse button threateningly. 

“I’m-” he sighs, “I’m your Guardian Angel.” 

You stare at him silently for a moment. Looking for any indication that he’s joking, but he looks. . so sincere about it. He looks away from your gaze. 

“Please leave.” You say, desperately holding back the tears that threaten to spill over. If he is really your guardian angel, then where the hell has he been your whole life? He looks back up at you, shocked. 

Raphael reaches out to you, but you flinch away from his touch and he withdraws his hand. 

“I’m sorry, I really am. I know you don’t want to listen to me, but please stay strong. I’m going to get you out of this, I swear.” He leaves after a few seconds, seeming to accept that you won’t respond to him any more. 

Andreas comes in after he leaves, but he just leaves your lunch on the bed, saying he’ll be right back. Shame overwhelms you when you realize you are hoping that he is going to stay. You need someone- anyone to be near you now. You let your lunch grow cold waiting for him to come back.

When Andreas finally does return, he walks over to you immediately and captures your form in his strong arms. It feels so good. To relax, to feel protected and cared for. Even if he’s just doing it for your soul. 

You finally let yourself cry, for the first time since you arrived here, you cling to Andreas as he strokes your hair and whispers soothing words to you. Never complaining that you’re probably getting tears and snot all over his scrub-top. 

“It’s okay, little love.” He says to you. “It’s okay, tell me what’s wrong.” 

And you do. You tell him everything. 

. . .

Part 4.5

Meet Me

While your lunch grew cold and you waited for Andreas to return, you didn't realize that you'd missed an unspoken —but important– message between the Angel and the Demon: meet me out back. 

Andreas walked quickly through the hospital after dropping off your food. He couldn’t afford to fumble this time, not since Cordyline had managed to slip through his fingers. Sure, she took the leave he offered to set up for her as she healed, but his people had failed to find anything about where she had gone after her punishment. That’s the risk he took sending his best tech person away. 

Raphael was waiting patiently when Andreas found him, leaned up against the back of the building like he didn’t have a care in the world. When Raphael saw him, though, it was as if the weight of his responsibilities came crashing down on him in an instant. Andreas watched in amusement as the angel’s face turned an angry shade of red. 

“You better have a good reason for being here, Demon.” Raphael hissed at him, his fists balling up. 

“I told you my reason already.” Andreas stepped closer. “Did you already forget? I’m a nurse and these are my hunting grounds. You-” he pointed a finger at the angel, “are not allowed to interfere.” He smiled as Raphael started walking towards him. “Oh, but I don’t mind if you continue to bring me little treats like y/n.” 

Raphael cocked his fist, but before he could bring it crashing satisfyingly against Andreas’ jaw, a strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back a step. Away from his target. 

“Okay, okay. Break it up ladies.” Graves muttered through his cigarette. “Why did you have to do this in my smokin’ spot?” 

Raphael gaped at the older man and seemed to forget about Andreas completely. 

“How did you stop that? A human shouldn’t even be able to see. . ? Oh.” Realization seemed to wash over Raphael as he looked up at Graves. “You’re not human anymore.” The older man dropped Raphael’s arm and looked away. 

“Clever thing, aren’t you?” Andreas said, crossing his arms. “Don’t get any ideas now. He’s under my protection.”   

“Just how many innocent people do you have under your thumb, demon?” Raphael glared accusingly at Andreas, who was checking the beds of his nails for dirt. 

“You don’t need to know that.” Andreas sighed. “Look, I’m nice, so I’ll explain how this works to you. You seem like you’re freshly released from heaven, am I wrong?” Raphael looked away. Bingo. “Heaven will teach you that you are the ultimate authority, which may be true up there, but down here on earth? It’s fair game. I’ve claimed this hospital, as well as its branches in Seattle and Indianapolis as my hunting grounds. Every Damned human there as well as this ray of sunshine are under my protection. You are not allowed to pursue them as targets.” 

Raphael looked up at Graves in surprise. “You’re not one of the Damned? Just what-?” The older man refused to meet his eye and continued puffing on his cigarette. 

“He’s one of you, genius. Why do you think he can hold you back?” Andreas felt his patience wearing thin. 

“You’re a guardian angel?” Raphael didn’t know if he should be impressed or angry. Heaven had told him that he’d never meet another guardian during his time on earth. There just wasn’t enough of them to go around. And just what was another guardian angel doing under the protection of a demon? 

“Fallen.” Graves muttered.

“Oh.” 

The air hung with a silence for a minute, none of them saying the truth that they all understood. Falling was worse than a death sentence. Fallen angels never last long on earth, where they are hunted by both Angel and Demon kind. So, how was it that this one has survived for so long? 

“I know that I can’t do anything to you until you’re in a neutral place, but I swear, I’m coming after you. You can bet on it, Demon.” Raphael says, returning his attention to Andreas. “I won’t stop until y/n–hell– everyone here is safe from you.” 

“Is that so? I’ll look forward to it.” Andreas spares Raphael a quick glance, then nods to Graves. 

In one motion, Graves grabs Raphael’s arms and twists them behind the angel’s back, holding him still as Raphael curses and tries to break free of the man’s grasp. 

“What are you doing? We can’t fight here, you stupid demon. It’s not neutral ground!” Raphael goes still with horror when he sees what Andreas has in his hands. 

“That’s right, you can’t fight here,” Andreas takes a step toward him, “but this being my territory, I can do anything I want to you. Didn’t Heaven tell you never to get caught in a demon’s hunting ground? Don’t worry. I’m kind enough to teach you what happens when you make y/n cry.”

Raphael squeezes his eyes shut and fights harder against Graves as Andreas approaches. ‘I’m sorry, y/n, I’m sorry, Lady Isra’ are the only thoughts in his mind until he hears the Fallen angel say:

“I’m sorry, kid.”

. . .

Part 5 

Out of the frying pan

When you woke up after sobbing yourself into a frenzy, Andreas was gone. The room seemed to cave in around you as the familiar, expected presence he brought was lost. You didn’t even see him passing by your room. After an hour or so had passed, you decided to buzz for him. But instead of Andreas, a small, blonde woman appeared in your doorway. 

“Hi, I’m Lauren.” She greeted you. “Are you alright? Can I help you get some of your things together?” 

“Together?” You ask and she nods. “Where is Andreas? Is it his day off?” 

“Andreas has been transferred to a different hospital. There were some complaints.” She says, walking over to the small pile of clothes Andreas had left on your chair. “May I pack these or did you want to wear them?” 

“What’s happening?” You ask as a pit forms in your stomach. 

“Andreas didn’t tell you? When he left, he said you would be ready to discharge. He said you’d made amazing progress and he left some paperwork for your continuing treatment. Here,” She brought the pile over to you and laid the clothes at the edge of the bed. “I’ll go get the paperwork while you get dressed. You have an hour or so to go over it. Do you need me to call a cab?” 

“I’ll walk.” You say. Not meeting her eye. Despite her cheerful personality, you feel as though you’ve been sucker-punched with the truth. Andreas left? Without a word or anything? After being so vulnerable with him, you feel almost betrayed. Maybe he had given up on making a deal with you and thought it would be best to move onto other targets.

Hesitantly, you get dressed in your real clothes, the ones you attempted in. It feels so strange to put them back on and you think they feel a bit tighter than before. You do suppose Andreas has been making you eat much more than you usually do. The thought of him brings a lot of feelings up that you can’t identify and you shake your head slightly to clear it. 

A small burst of color catches your eye and you look back over to the bed stand. The wilting, yellow flowers from Raphael lay on the stand, but something is reflecting light beneath it. When you walk over and remove them, you see two things. A reddish post-it note with an address you don’t recognise on it and a small, silver cross necklace lay on the table. Who do these belong to? They’re certainly not yours. You don’t know if you should take any of it. 

A soft knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. Lauren has returned with a thick packet of paperwork and a small, clear bag that contains your phone and wallet. You tuck the note into your pocket and leave the other two items on the table. 

Lauren spends about ten minutes going over the discharge paperwork with you, having you sign here and there. She never brings up any financial information and you’re too nervous to ask. She eventually hands over the folder and offers to walk you out. With a heavy heart, you accept. 

. . . 

‘Everyone here is an enemy’ Cordyline thinks as she tries to walk as nonchalantly through the halls of the hospital as she can, limping slightly. She grips her cane in her right hand and hides her bandaged left in her hoodie pocket, keeping her head down. 

She had to forge a new credential to get into the hospital in the first place. Her own wouldn’t work as she was supposed to be on medical leave. She had been running for the past week, well, metaphorically running. The fastest she can go on her foot is what most would call a ‘leisurely hobble.’ 

She hadn’t waited for Andreas’ man to come patch her up in the storage closet. She’d had enough of his ‘help’. After fashioning a makeshift boot for her fracture, she quickly left the hospital and packed up her few things at her apartment. 

She was familiar with a few of the nurses who were not demons and was now absolutely exhausted from couch surfing. Her one real friend, Lisa, had patched her up enough to get moving, but Cordyline knew she’d have to keep a close eye on her hand if she wanted to keep it from getting infected. It hadn’t come up in her anatomy class, but she was pretty sure demon teeth were not sterile. 

All that was coming to an end, she reassured herself. She’d already secured a new apartment easily - one that Andreas couldn’t know about - and was ready to free you now too. 

“Room 66, floor 6. Room 66, floor 6. . .” She repeated to herself, trying not to wince at every step. If it wasn’t her fractured ankle throbbing, it was her ribs, her hand, or the burning sensation in her eye that just wouldn’t go away. She’d been wearing a patch over it, but she took it off today to seem less conspicuous. Not that she wasn’t conspicuous enough already. 

She had been lucky enough when she’d checked the schedule on her way in. Nobody she was very familiar with was working on the sixth floor today. 

“Lucky, huh?” She snorted softly to herself. It was true that she was lucky, but she wasn’t quite sure if she’d call it that anymore. One of her conditions in her deal with Andreas was that luck would always be on her side. He’d laughed, but still granted it. Now that she’d had a figurative taste for what that would cost, she wasn’t sure if she’d wanted it anymore. But she knew she couldn’t take it back. 

Cordyline bumped something. Hard. And fell to the ground, hissing in pain as every hurt part of her is activated at once. 

“I’m so sorry, miss!” The man says to her, reaching to help her up. Out of instinct, she looks up to accept his hand. “Cordyline?” Samson asks in surprise. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. 

Adrenaline takes over and Cordyline starts to run.  

. . .

“Ishmael! Ishmael! We need to talk” Raphael shook his human partner awake with one hand, holding the other to his bleeding chest. 

“Huh? Rags? The fuck do you want?” Bunny blinked sleepily. “If there’s not a call, I’m seriously gonna-” Bunny’s words cut off before he could finish his threat. Eyes rolling in the back of his head until only the whites were visible. 

“Hello, young one.” Ishmael greeted his newest Guardian, speaking through the human. Raphael knew that Bunny would give him an earful about his migraine later, but this was an emergency. 

“Ishmael, I need your help. There’s a demon after one of my humans. He’s trying to make a deal with her. I need to remove him from his territory so that we can take him out. He’s posing as a nurse at this hospital and preying on the defenseless people there!” Raphael felt as though he sounded like a madman, but he knew Ishmael would understand. 

Ishmael was silent for a moment, then looked down at Rapahel’s chest. “Young one, you seem to be in pain. You did not act without guidance, did you?” Raphael looked away, embarrassed. 

Ishmael got up and took Raphael into the light to inspect his wound. Raphael hissed in pain as he slowly removed his balled-up under shirt that he was using against the wound. Beneath, the angry, red brand was beginning to turn black. 

“Weapon?” Ishmael asked calmly.

“I don’t know specifically, he had some kind of knife that burned me.” Raphael admitted, ashamed. 

“It must have been Demonic.” Ishmael shook his head. “You’ll have to go to a place of worship and get this cleansed from your physical body. Otherwise, the mark will slowly spread and consume your soul until there is nothing left to return to Heaven. Or hell for that matter.”

“How is it that some common Investor has a Demonic weapon?” Raphael asked. “I thought those were all destroyed.”

“What is made of the past may crumble as sand in the hourglass of time.” Ishmael said with a smile. Raphael suddenly remembered why he tried so hard not to ask the Angel for help. 

“Right.” He pretended to understand. 

“Go now, and cleanse yourself.” Ishmael told him. “I will see what I can do about the Demon.” 

. . .

“Why didn’t you kill him?” Graves asked Andreas after they’d left the Angel mangled and branded behind the hospital. “Ya’know he’s really coming after us now. You wanna get us all killed?”

“Kill one Angel and they’ll send four in his place.” Andreas replied. He had hidden his weapon again and was now gathering his things from his locker in the breakroom. If he wanted this to work, then he’ll need to be ready to go at a moment’s notice. “All I wanted was to send a message.” 

“I think you covered it, then.”

Andreas smiled to himself. One more day. Just one more, and the world would be his. 

. . .

Cordyline half limped-half ran down the hallway. She absolutely had to get to you. 

“Cordyline, wait!” Samson was shouting behind her. She hobbled as fast as she could. Andreas wasn’t here today, she’d made sure of it. But, she wasn’t sure he’d stay away if Samson managed to catch her. She heard a ‘click’ and knew it was too late. 

“Cordyline! Freeze! Stay right there.” Samson shouted down the hall, gun in hand. Cordyline froze and raised her hands. Samson swore and approached her slowly. 

“God, Cordy! Just what happened to you?” He put the gun away and returned the cane she had dropped to her. 

“Let me go, Samson.” Cordyline said as calmly as she could. “It’s not safe here.” 

“I just want to talk.” Samson eyed the cameras at the end of the hallway. “Can we go somewhere? A closet maybe?”

Cordyline was NOT going back into one of those she decided. Instead, she grabbed Samson’s arm and pulled him along into the emergency stairwell. 

“I have to find y/n.” She explained. “It’s too late for me, but not for her.” 

“Too late? What are you talking about?” Samson leaned against the wall, arms crossed and skeptical. “Cordy, you look absolutely manic! What happened? Did Theodore do this to you?” 

Cordyline flinched at the mention of Theo, but looked Samson in the eye.

“Andreas did this to me.” 

“What? Why would he do that?” 

“Why? Because he’s a monster, Samson! Just look me in the eye and tell me he didn’t. You can’t, because his mark is there.”

The older man grimaced. She was right and they both knew it.  

“I have to go.” She repeated. “Please, Samson. You didn’t see me here.” 

. . .

The hall feels a lot longer when you’re not running through it. Lauren sets a quick pace, but it still takes you two a while to get through all the locked doors and checkpoints. It makes you wonder how on earth you made it to the courtyard when you first woke up here. When you finally decide to say something, Lauren seems startled. 

“I’m sorry I ran into you when I woke up here. I hope it didn’t hurt or anything.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It just surprised me more than anything.” She doesn’t look at you. You can’t tell, but she is filled with guilt. You seem genuinely apologetic and so kind. She doesn’t want to do this. 

The two of you finally make it to the front doors and she stops in the lobby. You look at her questioningly, but she doesn’t meet your eye. 

“Y/N” She starts hesitantly. 

“Yes?” 

“I’m supposed to see you out. And I’ve done so, but have you forgotten anything in your room? Anything of significance at all?” 

You think back and suddenly remember the flowers and the necklace you left on the bedside table. You aren’t sure if they count as significant, but you could return for those. You hesitate. You really want to get to the bottom of this note thing too. 

You think back to all the people who have had access to your room. Andreas, Raphael, and that mysterious girl from your ‘dream’. You think her name was Caroline or something. Did one of them have something to do with it? 

You feel pressured to make a decision quickly. You can either go on from here or return. 

. . .

The Necklace

“Yes, actually. I left a necklace of mine in my room.” You tell Lauren and she seems to breathe out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry to make you come all this way and forget something.” 

“Don’t worry,” She says, “For once, I’m in no hurry at all.” She turns around and you follow her back up the hall. 

. . . 

The Note or the Flowers

“I don’t think so.” You reply. The flowers have wilted, so there’s no need to return for them and the necklace isn’t yours. You’re not even religious. 

She lets out a breath. “Okay then, I wish you well. You may always come back here if you feel that you need it.” 

You exit the building and squint into the bright sun. You haven’t been outside since you and Andreas watched the sunset and although it is a shock, the fresh air feels absolutely heavenly. 

You retrieve the note from your pocket and look up the address on your phone. It’s only a few blocks away, so you walk slowly along the side of the hospital in that direction. You feel uneasy, like there are eyes on you, but continue nonetheless. You brush the feeling off as anxiety around leaving a place where you felt relatively safe and comfortable. Well, comfortable may be a stretch. You’re pretty sure the mattresses there had been made from bricks. 

You finally arrive at the address and see that it’s for a cafe, however, all the lights are off inside and the large sign reading ‘Closed’ hangs from the door. 

‘God, I’m such an idiot.’ You think to yourself. Had whoever left the note waited for you until the place closed? You feel a familiar panic rise up in you and retreat to the side of the building. 

A bridge. You need to find a bridge. You type frantically on your phone for a new address. It leads you south again and you decide to take a shortcut around the back of the cafe since you’re on foot. 

Before you turn the corner, you crumple up the note and toss it with your phone into the dumpster. Dead people didn’t need phones. At least, you don’t think they did. As you turn the corner, a cloud suddenly blocks out the sun and you squint to try and let your eyes adjust to the new darkness. 

In that darkness, a hand reaches out and grabs your arm, quickly twisting it behind your back and pushing you up against the side of the building. Your breath is knocked out of you by the impact and the soft skin of your cheek scratches against the roughness of the brick wall as you cry out, but it’s no use.

You hear a pop and a cloth is harshly held over your nose and mouth. You panic and start to breathe more quickly, but with every breath, your eyelids and body get heavier and heavier. You finally sink to the ground, and everything fades into a warm, comfortable nothingness.

. . .

So, just who have you chosen to be? And where will that lead you? 

Stay tuned for the next 3 chapters following your decision. 

The Flowers; The Fighter

The Note; The Damned

The Necklace; The Lover

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[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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[yandereunsolved]

✐ᝰ Yandere Clark Kent 'Superman' ᝰ.ᐟ

Alien, farmer, reporter, superhero, and Justice League member are all titles Clark has collected over the years. They stretch from the most mundane to the ones that are given the highest respect. All of these titles pale in comparison to the one he yearns for the most: to be your husband. Every one of his positive traits seemed to disintegrate when it came to you, his accomplishments and status along with them. He was simply Clark to you, not Superman or Kal-El.

He was nothing but a love-sick maniac at your feet. His obsession threatens to break the moral code he is so devoted to. He understands that his attraction to you is something unhealthy and taboo. He is a beacon of light in the darkness of the world. Yet he'd be willing to blind the entire world with light just to be acknowledged by you. He'd cut out his own heart and present it in a gift box with a red bow if it'd please you.

You—just a human reporter who works at the Daily Planet. You who lives in a small studio apartment. You who has aspirations of doing something greater than just writing opinion pieces. You who has captured the noble hero's heart. 

You, you, you, you, you, you, you.

He can't get enough.

He doesn't get enough of you. You seem to actively avoid him. You interact with Lois so cordially; you two are close friends. He works with Lois. Why are you giving him the cold shoulder?

He knows everything about you. He knows your favorite restaurant, where you go to de-stress, your schedule, your hobbies, and your fantasies. He's spent so much time learning about you. You've learned nothing about him except for the fact that he's your dorky, sweet co-worker.

"Are you staring at them again? How long have you been staring at them? Why do you keep staring at them? Do you have a crush on them!?" Lois interrogates him with that same curiosity kindling in the back of her violet eyes.

He could demolish buildings in an instant, but he couldn't control his pale complexion from being invaded by a red hue. He had to think for a moment. His words had become lost in his mind, like they had been dispersed among the cosmos. He stuttered at first. It felt so out of character for him. He always, well, almost always, knew what to say. 

He had to be careful around her. He's lucky that he has been clever enough to keep his obsessive tendencies under wraps until Lois leaves his side.

"I just want to know why they refuse to talk to me." His words were laced with truth. Still, he was dodging her questions, as always.

Lois huffs in irritation, like he just said the most asinine thing one could ever utter.

"They obviously like you. They just think you're way out of their league."

"What?" He deadpans.

"I never give you the inside scoop about your darling little crush, but this one time I may." She teases him. "Clark, they like you. The googly eyes you two make at each other are such an obvious indication that you both are totally whipped for each other."

"You're serious?" His pupils dilate to such an extensive degree that you would have thought he was getting them checked by an optometrist. A lump forms in this throat, twice the size of his Adam's apple. "They like me?"

"They more than like you. They are interested in you, and you should totally ask them out on a date. I have to help a friend out, y'know? You two would make such a cute couple." Lois's pitch in her voice had become so much higher; even with her evident giddiness, there was an undertone of sulleness.

"Hey!" Lois calls you over. She waves her arm around and points towards Clark.

You scurry over in your flattering work outfit. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to eye you like a forbidden sweet. Still, he could feel his clothes grow tighter and his palms become sweaty. You couldn't even look him in the eyes. He wanted to gently tilt your chin up so your eyes would meet his. He'd eat a lump of kryptonite just for you to glance at him with that love-lorn expression. If only you knew, he could show; no, he has to show—

"You and him are going to go undercover in a local cafe a few blocks from here." He's snapped from his never-ending supply of thoughts about you. "It's supposedly a cover for a notorious drug cartel. Your cover story will be that you're a young couple going out on a date."  

You glance at Lois and eagerly nod. His words don't register your reply, but from Lois's grin, you obviously said something along the lines of yes. You walk off once again, your eyes sweeping across the aged carpet covering the office floor. Once out of hearing distance, Lois turns back to him.

"You're welcome. You owe me one." Lois nudges him in the side.

He could die a happy man now.

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[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Crybaby yandere boyfriend when he thinks you’re cheating

He is running errands around town when he sees what he thinks is you out and about with another man. Weren’t you at work today? Why were you at the cafe? Who is he? Are you seeing someone else? 

Don’t you know nobody else can love you like he does? Why are you doing this to him when he loves you so much? 

The thought has him sick to his stomach and he nearly loses his lunch as a result. 

When you return home later that evening, he tackles you as soon as you close the door shut. His eyes are red from crying, and you immediately express your concern over him.

“Do you love me still? Am I doing something wrong? What can he do what I can’t?”

You ask him what he’s talking about but he just shakes his head in frustration. 

With a sniffle, he hugs you tightly, too tight to the point you can’t move or escape his grasp even if you wanted to. 

“No, no. I know you love me. You HAVE to. I love you too. More than I can say. We belong together!” He mumbles into the crook of your neck, “Maybe you just need some more convincing.”

With a squeal from you, he’s lifting you off your feet and into his arms, bridal style. He carries you into the bedroom before throwing you on the bed and locking the door. After, he climbs onto the bed and on top of you, eyes watering again. 

“I just got to show you, right? What I can give you. What you’d be missing.”

His lips immediately hit yours, body weight leaning all the way into you so you feel crushed underneath him. The two of you share a heated kiss, with him growling your name under his breath. When he takes his hoodie off and throws it on the floor, you know he’s serious.

He nibbles on your neck and holds your hands in a way you can’t let go.

”I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t think of anything else but me.”

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

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[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #14

[Mermay Special Part 4 Warning: Yandere, Violence, Mention of Blood/Claws/Getting hurt/Someone else getting mauled and hurt, Chase Scene]

"No. NO!"

Your friend's voice boomed through the room. Strangely, the water didn't stop the sound from ringing out clearly and sharply, your ears feeling like they were exploding. There was little resemblance to the kind and sweet friend you knew. Their body contorted, their eyes bulging, fingers growing rigid, and their fangs snapping at the water before them. They were changing into a monster you only knew from horror movies, but worse was knowing you were the cause.

The queen gasped, just as much in shock as you were, but she regained her composure quickly when your friend charged at her, letting out their anger on her rather than you. She slipped by him, their claws ripping the skin on her arms cleanly like a scalpel, but she didn't deter. She grabbed your body by your arms, yanking you up and forward through the door.

"Swim!" she screamed as she used her body to barricade the door that she had shut closed immediately after exiting. You could see that she struggled as something or someone was thrown into the door repeatedly, trying to break out. "Don't look back! Just swim down the hallway and when you see the portal go right through it! Don't waste time here!"

There was a faint sense of desperation in the way she urged you, and you knew she couldn't hold your friend back much longer. Your head hurt, your body felt unfamiliar, and the screams of your friend told you to surrender, but when the queen gave you one last pleading look, you got yourself together and moved forward, leaving her behind. You could only pray your friend wouldn't do anything to his own mother and that she'd hold them back long enough for you to go.

You swam and swam, slamming into walls as you kept losing control over your own tail, clumsily, stupidly, feeling like a child. "[Name]!" you heard your friend yell behind you, and you jumped in surprise; they sounded so close. It scared you, they scared you. Everything about this world and chase was scary, and all you could do was keep your eyes forward like the queen told you and swim.

Finally, the portal appeared in the room before you, a sense of relief washing over you as you gathered your strength and caught yourself from hitting the walls again, the goal so close. It was almost too good to be true, and when a torrent moved you forward, followed by the sound of a massive body slamming into the corner behind you, you knew you were screwed.

Letting out a pitiful squeak, you picked up the pace, your friend suddenly right behind you. "Stay!" they begged, but it sounded like a demand. "Don't go back there! You're supposed to be here with me! What did that witch tell you?! Oh, I'll kill her if you leave! She'll be dead because of you! Don't go! Please, don't go!"

The chaos of their voice all around you didn't stop you from going forward. They were nuts, completely out of their mind. Nothing in this world could make you stay, and you reached out your hand towards the portal's light when...

Suddenly, you were yanked back.

You screamed as sharp claws dug into you, keeping themselves anchored inside your tail and tearing it apart. This time, you had to look back.

"Stay with me. I love you," your friend begged, bubbles rising from their eyes like tears. They had changed back into their normal self, beautiful, although you knew better now. It was all a facade. You shook your head, throat tight with fear and adrenaline. Their expression changed instantly, darker and more deadly, but your eyes were torn from your friend despite them reaching up, seemingly trying to attack you again.

With a heavy thud, the queen slammed a stone down on your friends head. They gurgled before sinking to the ground. "Go!" the queen yelled, her beautiful face ripped apart by claws, blood mixing into the water all around her.

You didn't make her repeat herself, the portal welcoming you with a waft of wind and the sounds of birds chirping.

»»———————— ♡ ————————««

You rubbed your palm along the muscle in your thigh, feeling the strange, burning sensation that had recently started acting up. You didn't know why, but sometimes, when you looked into a mirror or took a shower, it appeared. It was pretty annoying, but the doctors told you to just let it come and go as there were no signs as to what caused it.

But ever since your family decided to take a trip to the beach, this sensation had been acting up constantly. At this point, it was making your stomach churn, anxiety flooding your senses for some unknown reason. You tried brushing it off, listening to your mom and sister talk instead, but it was hard to ignore.

"Are mermaids real?" your sister asked, and your mom chuckled, turning around in the passenger seat to wink at you to tell you to keep up the charade. "They are so real. And they capture little kids and keep them locked up underwater so they can eat them."

Your sister squealed before giggling her adorable laugh. What a stupid story, you thought. Mermaids don't exist.

Finally, at the beach, your family set up the towels before running off to get food and dip into the water. But for some reason, you couldn't help but let time pass you by as you stared out into the ocean, strangely captivated by the waves. You jumped, eyes widening when you thought you saw a head pop out far, far beyond where everyone was swimming, sharp eyes fixating on you, but it was gone with the next wave. Your thigh burned, and this time, it hurt so much you could barely keep standing. You considered cooling down in the water, but the pain only intensified.

Your sister ran up to you not long after you took a seat in the sand, wanting to take you swimming with her. You refused, citing that you were hurt and needed to rest.

"But the mermaid told me to bring you to them..." she mumbled, wrecking her little head about what to do now.

"Who?" you asked, and she shot you a bright beam.

"The mermaid! They aren't mean at all like Mom said! They said we could come to their underwater palace with them! I want to, can we? Pleaseeeee!"

As the pain throbbed in your thigh, you watched as your sister jogged back into the water, arms flailing when she was suddenly pulled under. One second she was there, the next she was gone, and in her place, a strangely familiar face lurked out of the water, beautiful, ethereal. But the eyes of the stranger were weird, dark and mysterious. Driven by an unknown feeling that ran a shiver down your spine.

"Your turn." The stranger lifted a hand out of the water, webs between their fingers, inviting you in, and your leg hurt even more.

"I waited long enough for you to return, my spouse."

Was there ever really a choice for you?

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

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[wrioluvr]

sub yandere inmate x gn! prison warden reader

thank u all for 1000+ notes on my last post omg....<3 short fic about an idea i had as i work on part 2 of the sub yandere x himbo reader ♡♡♡ kinda wriothesley inspired coz thats bae...

cw: mentions of nsfw

"so let me get this straight." you sighed, looking at the man who was currently on the other side of the bars in disappointment. "you beat up some of the other inmates and got into a fight because.... they were talking shit about me?"

"exactly..... they were saying you were too strict! but they don't know how much you care for us.... such ungrateful bastards." his last words came out with an obvious distaste. he held the bars of his cell tightly, looking into your eyes imploringly for any sign of validation. "aren't... aren't you proud of me?"

you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "no. you can't just hurt other people for my sake. i'm your warden. i can handle a few snarky comments." he had always been rather attached to you, but he had been acting overly clingy and whiny in the past few weeks. you wondered if solitary confinement was finally getting to his head.

at your words, he crumbled a little, sadness evident in the lines of his pout. your approval meant everything to him, so you being annoyed with him was the worst feeling in the world. but all of a sudden, he perked back up, seemingly coming up with a devilish idea. his voice dropped to a low whisper. "you know.... if you're that upset with me, i'm always ready for punishment." to get his point across, he pressed his ass to the bars, moaning softly as he felt the cold metal graze his hole. "a spanking would be perfect."

you immediately took a step back, glaring at him. "i don't believe in corporal punishment." you said sternly, trying to deter him from getting any more perverted ideas in his head. "you're not even really interested in getting better, are you?"

"whaaat. i am! come onnnnn. the only way you can get me to behave is if you spank me. i'll be a good boy. i promise."

"you know what would be a better punishment?"

"what?" his eyes light up at the thought of you taking the initiative to put him in his place.

"if i don't partake in your twisted scenarios and leave right now. try not to get into any more fights, okay?" you walked away, shaking your head as you wondered what on earth you would do with this pathetic man.

"seriously? no! come back...." he whined, slumping back down onto his bed, defeated. but at least he had got your attention with that stunt... you had been paying far more attention to the other inmates recently.

he giggles to himself, staring up at the ceiling of his cell. a few years meant nothing, if it meant that once he was out he could live out the rest of his days as your malewife, taking care of your every need. that was the one thing keeping him going. you wouldn't be so cruel as to deny him of his fantasy, would you?

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