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funficwriter · 8 months

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A Wolf and A Snake (Wriothesley x Reader)

Letters' Interlude - 1

A/N: So these aren't official chapters per say, just an extra to the story that explores the yandere dynamic I'm trying to put forth! Also, I love listening to romantic music while writing for this 🩵 Until I finish Chapter 2, enjoy!

Synopsis: Being a noble meant that marriage was a chess game, not an affair of love. Unfortunately for the pristine Balthazar family of Fontaine, Y/N has long been enamored with love and sought it out before their priorities. After her grey, boring time of courtesy and fake niceness, she meets Duke Wriothesley, who makes her yearn for the first time in her life, and it's the same for him. Threatened by the idea of losing this first, it seems they'll stop at very little to be together...

Warnings: Obsessive yandere language, graphic details in Wriothesley's.

Tag: @yue-caelum

From: Lady Y/N Balthazar - Balthazar Vacation Manor, Belleau Region, Fontaine

To: Duke Wriothesley of Meropide - Fortress of Meropide, Liffey Region, Fontaine

Dearest Duke,

I am not quite sure how to begin or structure my thoughts, so I hope you forgive me if this letter turns out messy. It's barely been 24 hours since our fateful meeting and I finally got some privacy. I should interest you in the fact that today's tea is Earl Grey. I'm having it right now, accompanied by a chocolate and strawberry mille-feuille. If you're ever feeling bold, I'd recommend this combination. Quite the contrast on the taste buds.

I realized that even with our cadence and how we enjoyed chatting together, there's still so much to know. How have you been doing? I'm presuming you're at the Fortress. How is life there? How do you spend your days there? Is it a lot of work? You told me a bit of the nurse. Sigewinne, if I recall correctly. Does she have a lot of patients? And what tea do you drink when you're feeling so tired and done with the world? (I'm partly asking this one for myself. Some days are like that.).

Though I must say, since Liffey is a bit far from Romaritime or the Court's region, you must have a good teleportation waypoint. Belleau is far, too, but by Focalors' name it is enjoyable. It's quiet, lush and lovely. The water is so nice to swim in too. I find that regular swimming is one of the most beautiful parts of my day. I might be heading into more dangerous territory saying this, but I believe you'd enjoy it a lot if I took you with me. If you had a day off and I showed you around, we could then swim in one of the lakes. It's so refreshing and fun, and a good break from the city.

Don't get me wrong; I love its bustle and life. But I know when we return, I'm going to have to look over these boring nobles' declarations, and meet with them more often. Speaking of which, I'm sorry to sound so forward, but... Well, are you interested in carrying this further?

I'd like to tell you something about my worldview. As you know, I read a lot, but last night I couldn't get into the 'why' due to mother's timing. As a child, I felt strangely bored with existence, maybe to a worrying point. That would explain my parents' fretting. I liked the dance and violin lessons, but there was something about my books that gave my gray life a bit of color. Unfortunately, having to come back to real life was a painful must. There were times where I thought to myself: "Is this really life? Boring, plain, and feeling wrong for watching everyone's intense reactions while I derived joy from so few things?". I didn't even want to think about my future as I become a woman. This was all before we met.

Ah, Wriothesley! I've been imagining it over and over in my head! I even stood outside in the cold and closed my eyes and pretended you were right next to me... Imagine my pain when I confronted reality, mixed with the excitement I felt remembering you! Even now, I can't stop kicking my feet as I write this. For the very first time, I was proven wrong. I was mistaken about life, and who said mistakes were bad? After years of chasing perfection, believing it was beauty and goodness... Why, I might have committed the most beautiful fault in existence!

Will you please prove me wrong again? I know I might get greedy and stick to my old worldview, just for it to happen again. But I swear, I'll be good and I'll stop. I just want to feel my entire body and soul rattling in excitement once more. And you're the only one that happens with.

Mother and Father are planning another social, soon after we return to the Court's region. My understanding says you're not often social, so if you don't want any part of it (or even, if I'm being too intense), discard this letter. I must go now, but if you're as invested as I, I will be awaiting a response. And if Celestia is kind, I will be open for more. I'll be open for anything if it's with you.

Yours truly,

Lady Y/N Balthazar

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From: Duke Wriothesley of Meropide - Fortress of Meropide, Liffey Region, Fontaine

To: Lady Y/N Balthazar - Balthazar Vacation Manor, Belleau Region, Fontaine

To my cherished Lady,

I would like to start off by expressing my most feverish thanks, for reasons beyond enumeration. You taking the time to send me this lovely letter is the least of them. It is generally good form for a Duke to answer quick when he can, but I was so overjoyed with your letter's contents, I re-read it many times to take in all the joy you graced me with. I was also very touched with your personal confiance in me, so I'm also writing to return the favor.

First off, do you know how much I yearn to hear about your day, down to the little details? You talked a good deal about Belleau. I didn't care much about that region before, but now? All I've been thinking about is those fresh waters and woods you praised so highly. The only imagination I entertained was you, holding my hand, whispering that there were no nosy gossipers or greedy parents. Just the two of us, and the lake was all ours to swim in until we couldn't.

If it makes you laugh, I thought about it so much, I almost mistakenly wrote some prisoners' region tab as Belleau. Had Sigewinne not been near, the administrative mistake would have been a pain to fix. Are you laughing? I hope for it with all my heart.

And I want to know more. I want to know whether Earl Grey is your favorite, or you're only taking it because it's been brewed at that time. I want to know which chocolate you like best. Which books you're currently reading, and why you're so interested in lycanthropes without a hint of discrimination. Will you tell me more? If we get the chance to talk with less barriers, will you enlighten me with you?

After getting to know your old worldview, I question just how alike we are. It's easy for two people to share superficial interests. But when one feels so dissected, so naked knowing about another's deeper life and secrets, you can't help but question whether Celestia really does link souls. Whether you once knew them, or whether fate can be so perfect to send such a person your way. I'm sure you felt terrified writing it. Your mailbox may be private, but who knows when your family feels nosy and reads it? You know of the risks that come with such correspondence, especially as a maiden. Despite that, you didn't throw it into the trash. You wrote it, and sent it to me, letting me know about you. You may have just intoxicated me, and now I feel like I might die if that is all I know of you.

As respect to this, I'll confide in you, only it may be a little graphic. "If you feel queasy after this, feel free to end our correspondence here."... Is what I wish I could say with full honesty, because after that night, I'm not sure whether I can really be okay with that outcome.

I used to commit crime, both petty and serious. Such was the life of an orphan at the time. Being little fish wasn't an option; You had to be the top dog or get eaten alive. I opted for the first, even if it landed me in prison later on. My convictions range quite a bit, but once I grew up, I renounced crime. Even insignificant things. I wanted to leave that behind me.

Forget the obvious stealing sweets from the kitchen. When I saw that slimy Duke Arya talking to you, touching your shoulder, acting as if he always knew you and your wedding was tomorrow, I never felt the urge to murder as much as I did that night. The reasons behind my old violent crimes felt so small next to the ugly sight in front of me. You clearly didn't want him, but he kept going, as if you'd magically change your mind and be into slimeheads like him. How dare he be the reason you were pulled apart from me? Where does he get the gall to take you, act like you're owed to him if your parents decided?

How I wanted to end his pathetic standing, laughing, breathing. How I wanted to use my vision and punch his head out into an ice block, then freezing his wrangling body so he wouldn't mess up the carpet. How I wanted to lunge at him, bite, claw and make a bloody mess out of him. What did it matter if I perpetuated half-wolf stereotypes, when he was doing this? Which would hurt him more? Only one idea stopped me: You might not react to a show of violence so well. Oh, if I traumatized you, I'd never forgive myself. Being sent back to jail would be too light a punishment for a beast like that.

Please don't worry about transport, or ask about my attendance. I'm determined to attend that social. I'm so happy you told me about this in advance; I'm going to be seeing you, in all your radiance and beauty that make the world pale. So long as that happens, all is well for now. In the meantime, I'm adding some final touches to my declaration, and eagerly waiting for our next meeting, and hopefully the time I can freely take you into my arms, kiss you and prove the both of us wrong about everything.

With all the love I can hold,

Duke Wriothesley

#genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley #yandere wriothesley x reader #yandere reader #yandere fontaine x reader

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yandere-paramour · 1 month

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Hmmm… how’d they handle learning that their darling is also a Yandere? Like for Atalanta’s example maybe she has her darling’s old place looked into and finds a hidden cache of pictures of her locked in a box with different names being tried out on the back.

Vivien is overjoyed! Literally, he's so happy. He's over at your house and he asks to use the bathroom and accidentally-on-purpose heads to your bedroom (the place he definitely hasn't climbed the tree outside your apartment and watched you in with his binoculars). He's snooping around, sniffing your clothes, totally normal stuff, when he opens your closet and sees several pictures of... himself? There he is at work, watching anime at home, looking at flowers and biking in the park, sleeping. He can't even fathom any of this, except that he should definitely give you some more pictures of him to add to your shrine. This is great! He now knows he can be WAY weirder with you, perhaps even alluding to some of his skeevier activities to test the waters. Best thing is, if you're as enthralled with him as he is with you, you'll never ever ever leave him! You'll stay with him forever! You'll marry him and be his beloved spouse and you can have five kids and grow old together! It's perfect!

Atalanta does not like this. The thought of someone stalking and being obsessed unnerves her but for a weird reason. Basically, she is ambivalent but views it with distaste if people far away from her idolize her, but she doesn't like it at all if Darling does before they've even met. She sees it like... like you're idealizing the idea of her rather than the real her. She knows she's rich and beautiful/handsome and intelligent, but she's also a person who desperately wants to connect emotionally with another human being. If you only see her perfect outer shell, you won't like it if you see the real human being underneath that, the human who likes Earl Grey tea and roundhouse kicks and reading late into the night. She wants a partner, not a worshipper. However, if you are a yandere who doesn't know her, but you realize after your kidnapping that she loves you and wants to protect and spoil you forever, she would welcome you being a yandere then. Her Darling is beautiful, lovely, well-behaved, and receptive to her love? She didn't expect this but she's pleasantly surprised she can get her life with Darling on track this early.

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viridwns · 2 years

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Hello Darling are you taking requests by any chance?

If so may I ask for a yandere vincent phantomhive when wife finds out she's pregnant? If not please disregard.

Your writing is magnificent thank you for the mind and eye candy.

stahppp, you're making me blush hihi.

Yan! Vincent Phantomhive x PREGNANT!Reader

warnings: yandere themes, dark themes, descriptions of abuse, pregnant reader, implication of abortion, mentions of dubcon, unwilling pregnancy

taglist: @explosivecandles @minteaspoon

A/N: the mom doesn't know yet she's pregnant with twins, also this may contain grammar- and spelling mistakes

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a dream come true

Your period was abnormally late this month. It wasn’t unusual for you to skip a month since you were under constant stress from Vincent who is on your ass all the time, but you didn’t get your period last month either. Normally you wouldn’t even worry to much about it, only now you were hardly breathing and chewing on your nails until your teeth hit flesh.

Vincent had been trying to get you pregnant for a while now.

He had put you on this special diet that would make you more fertile somehow, he wouldn’t let you leave the table until your plate was pearly white again. He would ‘make love’ to you every single night, even if he came home from a meeting at 5 in the morning. You couldn’t catch a break with him.

You tried to avoid his advances by convincing him you were in a deep slumber or lying about when you were ovulating. The doctor Vincent had hired for you always ruined your little lies by happily telling your husband the truth. It was infuriating.

You were in bed pondering over your period, or lack off; your husband still sleeping beside you. The door opened to reveal Tanaka with a silver tray in his hand.

‘Oh good, you are awake. I have your morning tea.’ His smile was so sweet that you couldn’t resist giving one of your own.

‘Thank you, Tanaka.’ Your voice was raspy as this was your first time speaking after waking up.

Tanaka opened the curtains, letting warm sunrays hit your cold skin. All the commotion made Vincent stir as he slowly woke up. You didn’t pay him any attention as you watched Tanaka pour you some tea.

‘What a sight to wake up to.’ A husky voice, definitely Vincent’s morning voice he doesn’t sound like this at all during the day, coaxed you to look at him. You turned your head to greet your personal devil.

‘Good morning Vincent.’ You didn’t say much more, already feeling irritated by him.

He sighed at your response and slowly let himself sit upright. Meanwhile Tanaka handed you the steaming hot cup of earl gray tea.

‘Anything for you my lord?’ Tanaka questioned the man next to you.

Vincent nodded.

‘The same as the beautiful woman next to me is having.’ You glared at Vincent as he gave you a lazy smirk. You still had your bedhead and knew for a fact you weren’t looking the prettiest right now.

‘Save your antics for later please. I am not feeling all too well right this moment.’ You dismissed his worried look as you went to take a sip of your tea, but before the cup reached your lips a waft of the Earl Grey entered your nose and a sudden wave of nausea hit you. It came so sudden you barely had time to react to the vomit that was slowly creeping up your throat. You dropped the cup on the sheets as you jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet. Nothing much came out of you as you threw up. You didn’t even want to look inside the toilet when you were done. Your throat was burning and your body was shaking as Vincent stood there by the door looking at you. You gazed up at him and instead of the worried look he was sporting just moments ago, a more cheery expression took its place. Your eyes were wide with pure fear as you shook your head. You knew that look.

‘No Vincent I am not pregnant, maybe I just caught the flue.’ You tried to scramble to your feet as you wiped your mouth with your puffy sleeve. Dizziness took over you as soon as you got up, Vincent came to your aid as you lost your footing.

‘We should get this ‘flue’ checked out, shouldn’t we?’ You shook your head violently at his words. He tilted your chin upwards, you still refused to meet his gaze.

‘Darling, morning sickness is a serious symptom. We are going to call the doctor.’ His tone was dark, a warning for you to listen.

You were on the verge of crying as Vincent and you waited for the doctor to finish her examination. The bed didn’t feel as comfortable anymore as she made you do some breathing exercises and more. Vincent couldn’t stop smiling as he was standing by the window, watching you and the doctor.

It felt like years passed when the woman finally pulled off her gloves. You didn’t dare to say anything as you held your stomach. Vincent asked the question to a dreaded answer.

‘And?’

The doctor beamed at Vincent. Your heart sank.

‘Congratulations Earl Phantomhive.’

Your tears finally fell down your cheeks, the doctor must have thought they were happy ones as she congratulated you as well. Oh how you wished she knew the truth.

Tanaka lead the woman outside leaving you and Vincent alone in the bedroom.

‘We finally did it my love.’ He was hugging you close, you still didn’t say anything as you let your salty tears stream freely. You hoped Vincent thought you were crying from how happy you were with the news. He pulled away from the not so comforting hug, you looked into his bright eyes as he stared into your dull ones. His expression almost matching the one he wore on your wedding day.

‘We are going to be a family.’ He whispered before initiating a kiss, you went with it. Not having the energy to protest.

A few days had passed. Vincent was sharing the ‘joyful’ news to his business partners. You were reading in the corner of the room as the men all congratulated your husband and you. You didn’t pay them any mind and only acknowledged them with a small smile. You didn’t feel like listening to Vincent gloating about you, his pregnant wife, and took your reading to his private work study. You informed your husband and gave him a small kiss on his cheek to make him more lenient with you leaving. He watched you walk away with a small frown.

You could just scream as you closed the door of the room. You didn’t want this to happen, you didn’t want to be pregnant, not from him, not now not ever. You let out a frustrated sigh as you dropped your book on his desk and grabbed the edges. You could tell your stomach was getting bigger and you hated it.

You hated how attached you already were to the living being in your uterus.

You didn’t want to have Vincent’s baby, but at the same time it was also yours and that fact was excruciating to you.

You bit your hand to keep you from screaming out loud.

A bottle of pills caught your attention, it was standing on the corner of the desk.

‘God please help me.’ You prayed, begged as you grabbed the container. You took some out and looked at them. You weren’t sure what kind of pills they were, but you knew it wouldn’t be good if you took too much of them. Not life threatening perse, not for you at least.

Were you really going to do this? A better question: were you capable of this? You pondered a bit as the pills were laying oh so invitingly in your hand.

You decided no, no you were not strong enough to kill something that was yours. As you were about to put the pills back a hand covered your mouth as another smacked the tablets out of your hands; littering the floor.

‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!’ The voice of Vincent bellowed in your ear, your eyes widened at the sound.

The word kept repeating in your mind as Vincent kept on screaming at you, he had turned you around; his hands clamping your shoulders, shaking you mildly.

No, no, no, no, nonononono—

He kept going as you didn’t say a word.

‘How could you even think about doing such thing, are you mental?!’

‘I can’t let you do this.’

No.

He pulled you out of the room, dragging you behind him as you couldn’t match his pace. He practically threw you inside the bedroom, you tried scrambling away, but he was quick to react. He made you sit on the bed, you tried to pry his hands of your wrist, but to no avail.

No. Please god, no.

‘Vincent, please I didn’t try anything.’ You wept, but it was clear Vincent wasn’t listening.

‘You are a danger to yourself and our child, I have no choice.’ He bound your wrists to the bedpost. You were absolutely horrified, scared of what he was going to do to you.

‘Vincent, please—’ his hand collided with your cheek, the impact made you face left. You didn’t dare to turn your head back. He didn’t give you much choice once again as he grabbed your face, his hand painfully gripping the red spot that started to form.

You wanted to cry as you saw his face, he was furious. His eyes were full of rage and if it wasn’t for him holding you in place, you would have cowered away from him.

‘I’ll make sure you are unable to harm the two things I love the most in this godforsaken world.’ With that he left the room.

You were still shaking violently, hoping he would stay away. You couldn’t even catch your breath as came back with a…

Oh god,

No,

Nonononononononono.

You started trashing, pulling the handcuffs so hard the bed started to move. Vincent tried to keep you calm as a hammer rested in his hand.

‘Vincent, please don’t. I’ll be good. Oh god.’ You were sobbing, minutes away from a break down. Vincent just shushed you as he got you to stop moving.

‘It’ll only hurt for a second. It’s for the best, darling.’ He cooed at you, you were still screaming at him as he brought down the hammer on your wrists.

You weren’t sure if you could ever love the thing that was growing inside you after this.

#yandere #yandere black butler #yandere black butler x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji #yandere vincent #yandere vincent x reader #yandere vincent phantomhive #Yandere vincent phantomhive x Reader #platonic yandere ciel phantomhive #platonic yandere

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runeterrankhaleesi · 10 months

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Earl Grey Tea (League of Legends) (pt.2 of Viego)

Viego:

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Viego with a Gender Neutral S/O who can turn into a Dragon

Headcanons of Viego with a Mother who has a Nine Month Old Daughter

Headcanons of Human Viego and Clingy Ruined Viego

Scenario of Viego meeting his Daughter’s boyfriend

Scenario of Viego with his Bride The Morning After Scenario

Scenario of Viego and Vladimir in a Love Triangle

Scenario of a Clingy and Drunk Viego with a Female s/o

Scenario of Yandere Viego with a Priestess

Scenario of Viego and Isolde confessing their Love to a Court Mage

Scenario of Viego and Darius trying to Make Up with a Gender Neutral Champion after a Match

Headcanons of Viego with a Magical Empress s/o who is the Reincarnation of Isolde

Scenario of Yandere Viego with an Immortal Ronin

Scenario of a Clingy and Needy Viego with a Gender Neutral s/o

Scenario of Human Celebrating his Female s/o’s Birthday

#runeterrankhaleesi #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #lol #viego x reader #viego #works of khaleesi #masterlist

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dunksoap · 2 years

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Maison talo x reader

Short Headcannons

WARNING : smut but only a bit / yandere behavior ( not extreme )

( ps this is a continuation of my maison talo fanfic )

He'd probably want to keep you in the house yknow " for the rating "

His dick is probably 8 to 12 inches , ( yes he disguised his dick as the mailbox )

If you do go out he'll occasionally ask you to get more people to " check out" the house

He specifically stated that he doesnt want people touching " the mailbox " , and said " thats only for you to do dear tenant"

He likes tea and its a mixture of earl grey and lavander

Sometimes you get chamomile tea to put him to sleep so you can have a bit of time to yourself , shopping etc.

He likes when you suggest new colors for the exterior of the house

He likes it when you paint his nails ( other colors than red )

He calls you " tenant " because technically you live there now in some weird way "

His tounge is the sofa so you can imagine what kind of things he can do with that

#maison #maison talo smut #maison talo x reader smut #maison talo x reader #maison talo headcannons #house hunted

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theyanderespecialist · 1 year

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Bride of The Crow Demon: Yandere Sebastian X Ceil's Older Sister Listene... #Yandere #YandereSebastian #YandereBlackButler #BlackButler #SebastianBlackButler #Sebastian #SebastianXListener #Listener #Reader #SebastianXReader #Headcanons #YandereHeadcanons #Traits

Bride of The Crow Demon: Yandere Sebastian X Ceil's Older Sister Reader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, welcome back to another chapter, in this chapter we have Sebastian from Black Butler! So please do enjoy!]

(Disclaimer: Sebastian though Morally bankrupt is NOT yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and fictional yanderes is fine as long as you are not illegal or gross about it. Also please remember to separate fiction from reality, yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Though if you want your partner to be like this, you do your muffin, just please be safe.)

(ENJOY!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Sebastian X Ceil's Older Sister-

.Sebastian is beyond morally bankrupt and this makes him one of the most ruthless and sadistic yanderes.

.He shows no mercy to ANYONE in the way of his darling.

.He would be solely focused and making you his darling as his darling you would have your fate sealed after meeting him.

.By chance he had met you for you are Ceil's older sister.

.You had been engaged to a man and were visiting your little brother.

.Sebastian had never seen such a beauty as yourself before, you are a vision of elegance and beauty and his heart was captured.

. Sebastian knows that you were close with Ceil so would do everything to earn the young lord's favor to have you.

.with you he would be very likely to give you plenty of attention and treats.

.not to mention watch you while you sleep, as he is creepily in the shadows... bro stop creeping.

.He adores you beyond anyone or anything else.

.Dealing with rivals by ruthlessly ending their lives and taking great pleasure in this.

.If anyone was to go after you to harm you they would be tortured beyond belief.

.He wants you, body, mind, and soul.

.As his wife and life mate.

.He plans to make you a demon like him, but first, he would have to deal with your brother.

.He is even willing to give up your brother's soul to have you.

.You to him are far more precious than any soul.

.He would confess to you with yandere manipulation.

.Telling you that he is a demon and that he has a contract for your brother's soul.

.There is one way you can fix this and that is to give yourself to him.

.You do it and become his, he made sure you would agree and you became the bride of the crow demon.

-Now the scenario-

To Sebastian, you were a stunning vision of beauty. You are the young Phantomhive lady. (Your Name) Phantomhive. He had met you when you were visited your brother from the estate. you had been betrothed to a lord and wish to see your brother. Sebastian was jealous of this Lord. So he did what any other demon would do.

He killed your fiance and burned down your estate. This way you were forced to stay with your brother and Sebastian. Sebastian took this time to spoil and court you.

"Good Morning Milady!" Sebastian says opening your curtains as you sit up and yawn.

It had been a year since the loss of your late Fiance and you mostly moved on.

"Good morning Sebastian." You tell him back.

"For breakfast we are having your favorite and the morning tea is an earl grey." He tells you pouring you a cup.

You nodded. "Thank you." You thanked him and drank your tea as he gave you the news of the day.

Ceil would be in his office for his studies and Sebastian and you would be in the foyer to practice your dance.

"Now let's get your dress milady." He says and helps you get dressed, he takes it slow.

He could barely contain himself as he helps dress you.

"Sebastian?" You ask him.

"Yes?" He asks back.

"When will my brother finally settle on a suitor for me, I do not wish to take up his home more than needed." You explain to him.

"Ah, I see." He says as he did not like the idea of you having a new suitor. "We shall see today, shall we not."

He has to move up his plan sooner, now he wish he had more time to court you and make you his. He brought you down for breakfast. Standing close to you to keep his eye on you.

Once that was done it was time to start dance lessons. "May I have this dance?" He asks you holding out his hand."

You smile and take it. "You may."

He cups your hip and takes your hand. "(Your Name)." He says to you. "I must confess something, you see."

He looks down into your eyes and his eyes flash to that of a demon. You freeze, frozen in fear.

"I have a contract with your brother for his very soul." He tells you. "There is a way that I will not take his soul. If you promise to be mine and mine alone." He tells you.

Your eyes are wide and you are shaking in fear. You would do anything to protect your brother, the fire, the losing your family. He was all you had left! "I-I will be yours." You tell him and he leans down sealing the deal and turning your right eye into a new contract with him.

You were now his, his bride, the bride of the crow demon.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 11 months

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OK, FULL LIST OF ALL THE REQUESTS I HAVE AT THE MOMENT, UNDER THE CUT!!

"unspecified" just means the asker didn't specifically say "can I get headcanons/reaction/fic" for the request; there might be context in the request itself implying which type of content would be best suited for it, but it's not 100% specified

and my lil "??" denotes something where I think either a type of content or an AU might apply but, again, it's not specified so I'm not 100% sure but there's something in the request which makes me lean in a certain direction

it took nearly 3600 words just to describe all the things in the list so you guys got a lot to look forward to! ... and, obviously, I have a lot to look forward to creating! <3

requests that are done and in the queue ready to be posted (in no particular order)

headcanons: reacting to S/O in shorts and a tank top during the summer [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

‘kisses’ meme: #45, sleepy kisses [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence; Sebastian]

reaction: a goth horror-loving S/O [Sebastian]

reaction: S/O who likes to fawn over them [Sascha; Wolfram]

‘card suits’ meme: 4 of spades Alois; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘soft Sunday’ headcanon meme: favorite way to receive affection?; favorite way to give affection?; are they loud and proud about their relationships, or do they keep it private?; would your muse be the one doing most of the cooking or not?; is your muse good at housework? [Peter]

headcanons: progressive falling in love [Snake]

reaction: S/O who never curses [Peter]

requests that have not yet been done

reaction: S/O who likes to hug them a lot [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; MacMillan; Soma]

unspecified: S/O gets sick and almost dies [modern!Agni]

fic: reader empathizing with Cheslock and they comfort each other

reaction: modern person showing up at the manor with the earls’ revived siblings who has their soul back [Alois; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: (male) S/O saves them but loses his life [Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s short and feisty but soft around him [Joker]

unspecified: reader escapes an arranged marriage and disguises themself as a man to work as a butler, meets Grell and they both get a crush; reader’s parents come back and try to force them home, Grell shows up to rescue and confess to them

reaction: domestic life [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: male S/O [Ciel]

headcanons: poly [Joker x S/O x Dagger]

reaction: learning S/O is a member of a K-pop group [Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: NSFW [Agni]

headcanons: arranged fiancee who’s very bold and ready for marriage (is also friends with Gregory who’s smitten with them) [Lawrence]

unspecified: S/O who’s a witch and headmistress of an orphanage [William]

reaction: S/O dying and coming back as a ghost [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

reaction: what hobbies do they have/would like to have? [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

headcanons: first kiss [Bard; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who works retail, he walks in on her getting scolded by the manager for no reason and he stands up for her [modern!Agni]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: heart; touch [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

headcanons OR scenario: first child is born [Grey]

preference: who prefers a dominant S/O?

preference: who prefers a plus size S/O?

reaction: S/O knitting them something [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

audio: escaping yandere S/O [Maurice]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “I know I fucked up. I know I did but don’t shut me out anymore. Let me in, please let me in.” [Gregory]

audio: fluff [Agni]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Have you ever had something missing? Like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.” [Agni]

headcanons: domestic [Patrick]

headcanons: older sister figure [Alois]

headcanons: chaotic reader [Joanne]

unspecified: older sibling figure reader [Ciel]

headcanons: angst [Maurice]

reaction: snow leopard demon S/O [Bravat; Hannah; Joanne; Snake; Triplets]

headcanons: romantic and expecting father [Rudger]

unspecified: loud, energetic girlfriend [Lawrence]

reaction: being proposed to [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: sight; nose; heart; hands [Dagger; Peter]

unspecified: dealing with a powerful witch [Ciel; Edward]

reaction: multilingual S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

fic: Vincent x plus size (fem) reader who wears glasses (insecure day or taking her somewhere special]

unspecified: ADHD reader [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey; Undertaker]

‘kisses’ meme: 44, kissing every finger [Agni]

‘kisses’ meme: “free space” [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: getting a handmade blanket from their S/O [Alois; Ciel; Edward]

unspecified: Cheslock crushing on a student rep from a collaborating girls’ academy

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Just let me look at you for a little bit.” [Agni]

scenario: Joker taking his S/O and twin daughters out to the current city they’re living in, the girls drag them into a candy shop

unspecified: plus size insecure S/O [Joker]

reaction: meeting a modern person with modern technology who shows them videos, etc. [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who can shapeshift [Alois; Ciel]

unspecified: fluff [Alois]

scenario: S/O gives birth to their baby [Joker]

unspecified: protecting S/O on the Campania [Edward; Grey]

unspecified: trying to make a relationship work with limited time together [Wolfram]

headcanons: dealing with reader being sleep deprived [Cheslock and Gregory]

unspecified: S/O who makes (a very specific genre of) music as a coping mechanism [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: having to take care of their younger sibling [Cheslock; Clayton; Edgar; Edward; Gregory; Herman; Joanne; Lawrence; Soma]

fic: William x reader cooking together while he finally relaxes

fic: Wolfram x motherly reader singing lullabies to Sieglinde

unspecified: a day in Joker’s life taking care of baby Ellis, leading the circus, looking after his wife, and following Kelvin’s orders

unspecified: Beast x S/O training Betty after “The Sebastian Incident”

unspecified: NSFW, S/O’s first time and being gentle [Agni]

unspecified: S/O who can use death magic [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Soma rescuing reader from an abusive home after a relationship that starts with letters

‘card suits’ meme: 2 of spades; 3 of spades; 6 of diamonds; 8 of diamonds; ace of clubs; 3 of clubs; 4 of clubs; jack of clubs; queen of clubs; ace of hearts; 2 of hearts; 3 of hearts; 6 of hearts; 8 of hearts; 9 of hearts; queen of hearts; king of hearts [Peter]

fic: Ciel finding out his (male) S/O was part of the cult but was forced to participate

reaction: Undertaker, confronting his wife who’s responsible for the Phantomhive manor burning and the twins being in the cult, because she was jealous of his spending time with the Phantomhives

reaction: same-gender S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

scenario: NSFW, bottom Joker x (male) S/O get interrupted

fic: Edward x reader (Ciel’s older sister) after Madame Red’s funeral

reaction to the scene [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Lizzie; Mey Rin; Sebastian]

headcanons: NSFW [Rudger]

unspecified: planning an engagement party with his S/O [Grey]

love letter: Grell

fic: soulmate AU, time freezes when you and your soulmate are in a room together for the first time and unfreezes when you make eye contact [Sebastian]

reaction: soulmate AU, everyone is born with a tattoo which glows when you meet your soulmate and fades to grey when they die, reader’s was grey from birth but starts to glow one day [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

free space! any character, concept, anything!

headcanons: with a tall angel-killing witch S/O [Grey]

fic: Arthur Conan Doyle x reader, she goes to his residence to invite him to The Event because Ciel thought he’d be more relaxed with a date

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

unspecified: enemies to lovers, fox demon future S/O [William]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Peter; Snake]

unspecified: crow or cat hybrid S/O [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Finny spending the day with his baby boy

unspecified: Derrick x S/O who tries (and succeeds) at helping him be a better person

unspecified: poly [Edward x (male) S/O x Cheslock]

headcanons: pole [Joker x S/O x Sebastian]

audio: Joanne being kissed and cuddled

unspecified: S/O from the future [Aleister]

unspecified: interested in a servant working at the Phantomhive manor [Aleister]

scenario: the one(s) Ciel wants revenge on is/are dead already, how Ciel and his soulmate feel and how Sebastian reacts

audio: Grell x listener, listener gets home late and Grell jumps on them, having been worried

scenario: soulmate AU, Aleister meets (fem) S/O at an auction ball, things are dull before they meet but then they make eye contact and he buys her

fic: Maurice x reader, after his exposure no one else wants to associate with him and they comfort him after he’s bullied

unspecified: S/O who suddenly gets sick and he’s frustrated that he can’t help her [Agni]

reaction: S/O getting catcalled [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

sex + romance headcanon meme: 💦; 😘; 😊; 👍; 😉; 💯; 👰; 🌼; 🏩; 🎆; 💕; 🔥; 💑; 👀; 👎; 💲; 🎀; 💝; 💘 [Peter]

audio: fluffy, waking up next to him in the morning and getting breakfast together [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who wears comfy clothes when they get sad (which is frequently) [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Maurice]

reaction: S/O getting shot, they survive but it’s still serious [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grell; Grey; Ronald]

headcanons: monsterfucker Peter with a beast-like monster S/O

audio: confession [Snake]

fic: reader is a new addition to the circus troupe and saves a snake from being tormented by hecklers [Snake]

fic: Sebastian x maid!reader, reader is usually obedient but decides to test Sebastian’s patience and receives a cheek grab and voice shift to his ‘true’ voice

preferences: which boys would like bath bombs/what kind?

Fic: Snake x (fem) reader, reader lets the snakes do whatever they want, climbing on her, etc., and one day comes to Snake for help because one of the snakes (or more?!) is stuck under her clothes

fic: platonic Grell and child reader fluff

reaction: S/O with chronic allergies [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: Terms of Service AU, relationship with app owner [Maurice]

reaction: Terms of Service AU, playing FNAF [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: killers in a horror movie [Alois; Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

reaction: child reader who’s disabled and doesn’t ‘fit in’, they befriend the circus troupe, then the troupe find out reader has ‘normal’ friends who care for and help reader as well as do friends’ parents and when asked just say, “isn’t that what friends do?” [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘things you want to hear’ meme: “I feel like I can tell you anything” and “you know what I love about you?” [Peter]

headcanons: S/O has kids from a previous marriage [Doll/Freckles; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: Trancy nurse survival AU, multilingual reader who scolds the Triplets in another language when they purposely get themselves into mishaps

audio: listener comforting Maurice after a nightmare

audio: angst [Maurice]

unspecified: demon AU, with a human S/O [Beast; Bravat; Doll/Freckles; Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: platonic, someone in the form who’s the ‘fixer’, an inventor who inadvertently creates messes [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

fic: Phantomhive servants and maid!reader who’s the newest addition, they all throw her a surprise birthday party

unspecified: inventor S/O [Grey]

unspecified: angst [Grey]

unspecified: S/O who’s insecure about not being a proper lady [Grey]

unspecified: poly [John x S/O x Phipps]

headcanons OR scenario: Cheslock’s little brother coming to Weston

unspecified: doctor S/O, fluff and wholesomeness [Peter]

unspecified: doctor S/O who surprises him by wearing nothing but her white coat [Peter]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Dagger OR Peter]

‘eyes emoji’ meme: eyes [Peter]

audio: fluff, listener just getting home after being away for a while [Alois OR Ciel]

unspecified: Hispanic S/O who thinks his accent is sexy [Peter]

unspecified: trying to cheer up his grumpy S/O with bad jokes [Joker]

unspecified: on a stroll with their girlfriend and she jumps in a river to save a child in danger [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey]

unspecified: comforting their girlfriend who lost her niece in an accident [Edward; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

audio: date night or Christmas, wholesome [Peter]

songfic meme: “Leave Out All the Rest” by Linkin Park [Alois]

songfic meme: “I Wouldn’t Mind” by (S)He is We [Maurice]

unspecified: S/O who sings or hums while they’re giving him massages [Jumbo]

unspecified: S/O walking in on the scene where Joker touches Beast’s leg from behind

audio: Terms of Service [Dagger, Finny, OR Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who writes music dedicated to him [Peter]

headcanons: as fathers [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I missed you” [Dagger] and “you’re my favorite person in the world” [Peter]

headcanons: wealthy S/O who spoils them out of love [Dagger; Peter]

audio: Valentine’s Day [Dagger OR Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s always tired and works a lot, and finally they get to spend time together [Grell]

unspecified: badass Mey Rin in a bind

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re perfect just the way you are” [Peter]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re allowed to be weak” [Jumbo]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “I’ll take care of it” [Peter]

unspecified: NSFW, artist boyfriend [Grey]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s wealthy and likes to spoil him [Dagger]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who composes a theme for him as a gift [Finny]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s a child psychologist [Wolfram]

songfic: “That Would Be Enough” from Hamilton [Dagger OR Peter]

headcanons: reader from the 21st century [Edgar]

reaction: S/O learning Latin so they can dirty talk to him [Sebastian]

unspecified: reader getting frustrated with homework and trying to help them [Lawrence]

songfic meme: “I Choose” by Alessia Cara [Jumbo OR Snake]

unspecified: AFAB nonbinary reader sneaks into Weston and befriends the P4 [besties with Gregory; falls for Edgar]

unspecified: confident and badass S/O, SFW and NSFW [John]

‘nonverbal’ meme: “beat”, “kiss”, and “loop” [Finny]

‘headcanons part 3’ meme: 🫀,🏉; 💥; 👓; 💍; 🏛; 🧭; 🚓; 🧬; 📖; 🤱; ⏰; 🚌; 🥀; 👊; 🩹; 🌊; 🏭; ⚰️; 🦁; 🔒; ⛓ [Peter]

fic: platonic, angel!reader saves Alois from being killed by Claude and gives him his happy ending as a mother figure

reaction: Doll/Freckles, playing horror games with her S/O

audio: cuddling [Soma]

reaction: reader confessing to an affair… but the ‘confession’ is a joke [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

unspecified: platonic sisterly reader (lullaby?) [Doll/Freckles]

reaction: taking care of their S/O after a serious carriage accident [Bard; Ciel; Edward; Finny; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

songfic: “Heaven’s Light” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame [Doll/Freckles]

unspecified: girlfriend who brings him breakfast in bed on special occasions [Dagger]

unspecified: Bard x reader

unspecified: S/O who doesn’t drink alcohol [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who likes to cuddle and will sometimes tackle-hug them [Finny; Ronald; Snake; Undertaker]

palette meme: #39, “Absinthe Mage” [Peter]

preference: who would be okay ‘meeting the parents’?

songfic: “Hacerte Mía” by La Ross Maria and Nino Freestyle [Dagger OR Finny]

songfic meme: “Sea of Lovers” by Christina Perri [Dagger]

songfic: “Sneakin’ Around” from Star vs. the Forces of Evil [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who works as a stand-up comedian [Undertaker]

unspecified: multilingual S/O who mumbles “I love you” in another language (with pet name) while cuddling [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

reaction: S/O studies psychology and will teach if asked [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: Southern/Texan S/O who’s good at cooking [Bard]

unspecified: S/O who’s strong and protective [Peter]

fic: Joker x reader, reader is Doc’s apprentice and a good person trying to learn, they end up seeing Joker a lot and things develop

fic: based on the “guess again” scene from Game of Thrones [Peter]

reaction: S/O surprises them by adopting an orphan [Ciel; Edward; Grey; Phipps; Undertaker]

unspecified: S/O on the autism spectrum [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s a jazz and blues singer at a high-end establishment [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: walking in on (fem) S/O on a phone call and overhears her praising him to her family [Peter]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Dagger; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “there’s my beautiful bride” OR “I’m the luckiest man alive” [Beast; Wendy]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I can’t stop thinking about you” OR “last night was incredible” [Peter]

songfic: “Remember Me”/“Recuérdame” from Coco [any character]

fic: survival AU (Safe & Sound AU?) Dagger x (fem) S/O reminding him that he’s important and enough

fic: angsty pining and fluff, reader is a big younger and pining for him, he thinks they should find someone younger [Bard]

unspecified: Phantomhive staff training ready to defend the manor

fic: reader fights Wolfram with Bard while escaping and they share angsty dialogue during the fight, then they start to grow closer again after Wolfram’s sacrifice

fic: anything [Undertaker]

unspecified: platonic, singing to the birds in the garden [Finny]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Finny]

headcanons: Cheslock, any thoughts not already mentioned

reaction: fiancee being a witch [Edward]

headcanons: S/O who’s cheery around him but not so cheery around others [William]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s hypermobile with knee problems [Dagger; Finny; Peter]

fic (??): visiting (fem) S/O at work but she’s dealing with nasty customers [modern!Agni]

scenario: fluff, S/O who loves baking [Snake]

unspecified: being a single parent [Bravat]

headcanons: reader who uses a (personalized!) cane to walk because of an accident [Alois; Ciel]

‘botantical’ headcanon meme: abatina; amaryllis; anemone; chrysanthemum; gardenia; heliotrope; hibiscus; ivy; marigold; peony; rose [Peter]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: anemone; chamomile; daisy [Cheslock]

headcanons: wedding details [Grey]

fic: he comes to the hospital after reader gets hit by a car (fluffy ending) [modern!Agni]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: amaryllis; hibiscus; ivy [Dagger; Joker]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s an opera singer [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O’s joints start clicking and popping as they’re sleeping next to her for the first time [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: adjusting to each other’s tastes and traditions [modern!Agni]

unspecified: keeping their relationship with (male) S/O a secret [Ciel; Joanne]

reaction: selectively mute S/O who owns a sassy, filthy-mouthed macaw [Cheslock; Grey; Phipps; Snake; Triplets]

unspecified: hypermobile (fem) S/O who goes to the doctor for knee problems and then buys him something nice [Peter]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Agni; Soma]

‘gemstone’ headcanon meme: amazonite; apatite; cat’s eye; citrine; diamond; diopside; emerald; fluorite; iolite; jasper; kyanite; onyx; opal; peridot; rose quartz; spinel; tiger’s eye; tourmaline; zircon [Peter]

reaction: helping their hypermobile (fem) S/O with physical therapy exercises [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Sebastian; Snake]

fic: continuation of modern!reader telling the future in riddles [Alois and Ciel]

reaction: friend/companion bringing (Astre/Luka) back to life [Alois; Ciel]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Grey; Lau; Phipps]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for; neck kisses that turn into love bites; wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them; a kiss while being reunited after a long time; kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy; a kiss to wake you lover up in the morning; kissing your partner to seal a marriage; a risky kiss between forbidden lovers; a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a kiss to shut them up [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a possessive kiss to stake a claim [Lau]

unspecified: helping reader through a bad panic attack [modern!Agni]

��settings’ prompts: 029, an extravagant greenhouse [Finny OR Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

unspecified: moving house and it’s stressful but they’re still sweet to each other [Agni]

unspecified (fic??): (male) Reaper S/O, fluff, long day ends in stargazing and S/O falling asleep [William]

scenario: shy fem S/O [MacMillan]

scenario: having to escort his S/O to a graveyard at night for some reason [Grey]

headcanons: life before the troupe, birth family, etc. [Jumbo]

headcanons: NSFW [Jumbo]

headcanons: modern (what he usually does after uni, how he flirts, etc.) [Cheslock]

headcanons: scientist friend brings Luka back as a surprise [Alois]

headcanons: angsty, he discovers a horrible and ugly secret of reader’s [Maurice]

audio: helping hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Peter]

headcanons: when Anne gets sick vs. when her children get sick (Safe & Sound AU)

headcanons: cuddling [Jumbo]

audio: watching a documentary about London’s kidnapped children with Listener (Terms of Service AU??) [Doll/Freckles]

headcanons: hurt/comfort about family relationships [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘stonework’ headcanons: rosy haze; touch; fog [Peter]

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Peter

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Dagger; Joker

‘tea’ picrew meme: Peter

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: coral fragments; brickwork shadows [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: apatite tic; chatter [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

#mod post #request list #AYYYYY #the second list I had to break up bc apparently Tumblr has a 4096 per 'block' character limit???#wild BUT ANYWAY!!!

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karumashadowchicken · 2 years

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Hello again! Thank you for such an amazing hdc! I have another request today that has been keeping me up!! How about a oneshot soulmate au with slight yandere barbatos with a reader who is caring and smart (but sees his obsession as a cute quricky flaw despite what it is, to barbs surprise). Maybe Barbatos messed up somewhere in his stealthiness and the reader found out amd he thought he might have to reset the timeline but is confused and suprised by her not seemingly bothered and just shows kindness to him and insist on helping him with his chores etc. It doesn't matter which type of soulmate au you choose!

Maybe barbatos wasn't very interested in his soulmate until he meets her? Like he was aware and might feel a certain way but not enough to be yandere yet and when he mets them it just changes his world and it now makes sense why they are soulmates.

I hope this wasn't a difficult of a request, feel free to change it up if its easier or get a better idea!

I'm gonna be honest, I'm convinced that yandere Barbatos would believe him and his darling are meant to be, regardless of if it's int he soulmate au. I was meaning to take a break from my studies, and this seems like a great way to do that! (I'm learning German, and Russian for my class.) I've always admired the more intense sounding foreign languages.

Earl Grey tea, and learning Russian, quite the day.

Here we go!

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It was pouring rain as you stood there, watching rain paint the sidewalk a darker tone. turning to the sky, and closing your eyes. Sounds seemed ever surrounding. Every pitter-patter, from the rain against the ground, and the tapping as other drops hit your umbrella. Drops dancing down your coat, and splatter on your boots.

The skies darkening shades clouded the sky, as you walked home. Leaving the comfort of RAD, and it's dry insides, for the soaked ground, and wailing sky, Moonlight dancing on the trees leaves, on the path you found nice to take, on those days where you wouldn't mind being away for just a little bit longer.

Sometimes it was nice to let the rain fall, and soak your cloth. To let the rain wash away all the worries that surround your daily life. Letting the rain wash away your worries. Letting the rain lead your way. A small detour, to some near by shops, for temporary cover from the rain.

None seemed of interest though, until one caught your eye. Was it new? or had you just not seen it yet. A small tea shop of the corner of the plaza.

Tea, it always reminded you of Barbatos, maybe tea always tasted so good because he made it, but it couldn't hurt to try some.

It's a good thing you weren't home yet. The thing is that it wasn't supposed to rain so heavily, and you were supposed to get a message from Asmo asking you to hangout. A spa night, and movies, to relax, but with how heavy the rain was, your D.D.D wasn't receiving messages. Unfortunately, Barbatos hadn't thought about that.

He was a little preoccupied with not getting caught sneaking around in your room.

You were supposed to be out all night, so he wouldn't have any problems.

The tea shop was bland, and the rain didn't seem to be letting up, and though the smell of many teas, and the fresh rain was very delectable, it was time to head home.

You really did want to try some teas, so before you left you bought a small bag if loose leaf Earl Grey tea. (Earl Grey is my Favorite, I love when It's really strong and bitter.)

Everyone seemed very distracted when you arrived back at The House of Lamentation, so no one really noticed you. Lucifer was busy as always, Mammon, watching horror movies again with Levi, just to prove he wasn't scared, Satan, Asmo, and Belphegor relaxing and having a small spa day. While Beel ate most everything in the kitchen.

Smiling lightly, it was kinda nice to get a moment to yourself. Even if this place seemed to call to you them same way it did when Belphegor was hidden away. Secret passages still make you think, and hidden walkways that make you rack your brain. Pitter-pattering filling your senses again. The smell of rain, and the sound of it pouring. The window left open, so you could cool down.

It was relaxing to come home quietly, and enter your room. Placing your bag on your bed, saying hello to Barbatos, and- and what. Barbatos?

An odd silence spread across the room. Uhh... oh! "Do you know how to make loose leaf teas?" Barbatos was perplexed by the question, of course he knew how, but is that all you wanted to say to him? He recovered quickly though and retorted, "Yes, I do." He had noticed the tea branded bag that you placed on your bed. "Would you like me to show you how to make that tea you bought?" Nodding you handed him the bag, how walking to the kitchen with him. "so, what were you doing in my room anyhow?" He was quick to think of an excuse, "I was actually just looking for you." You smiled, and laughed to your self. "In my room?" He nodded, now retrieving the tea kettle, and strainer. "Without the light on?" He simply nodded, taking the finished tea, and leading to the living room.

"Your pretty weird Barbatos." You smiled, "It's kinda cute." Before trying the tea he had handed you. Bitter, but oddly sweet. It tasted like bitter memories, but was warm and familiar. It was perfect, "Is tea always this good, or just when you make it?"

"Thank you, y/n. I do consider myself a tea enthusiast."

A few minutes passed of comfortable silence, and tea drinking. The faint sound of rain, a fresh blend of tea, and the cozy atmosphere of the living room.

Barbatos honestly wasn't sure what to say, this wasn't supposed to happen. Though you do seem to be taking quite well.

"y/n, you look uncomfy, is everything alright?"Perhaps if he pretends snooping in your room was normal, then you wouldn't think anything bad of him. Or maybe you were already used to the brothers constant lack of the understanding of privacy.

"We should hangout again, Barbatos. Drinking tea with you is really nice." You thought, "Your really odd, and kinda unsettling, but also super cool."

That lead to a very interesting conversation about his fashion sense, then his demon form, finally landing on tea suggestions. In fact the talking went on for hours into the night.

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I might actually write a small series for this... it was more interesting than i though it'd be! Thanks for suggesting! :)

#yandere x reader #obey me #yandere #obey me!#yandere obey me #obey me headcanons #barbatos #obey me barbatos #yandere barbatos #if they are wearing gloves their either a butler #or a villian!#theres no inbetween #what is it about demon butlers!?!?

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kalopses-sonderes · 2 years

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Let’s talk about yandere, more specific yandere pure vanilla, earl grey, raspberry mousse and lilac cookie.

Pure vanilla cookie: is probably someone who is easily jealous and very possessive, probably use his reputation of being “kind” to hide his real intentions, stockholm syndrome is a must in his plans. Maybe a stalker

Earl Grey cookie: the guy who has, there’s no “probably “, he HAS a bunch of photos and a big shrine, that takes an entire room in his hotel. He will probably kidnap his “love”, by putting something in their tea, if you know what I mean.

Lilac Cookie: he stalks you, there’s no doubt, very sneaky, he is an assassin after all, if somebody is flirting with you, he will scare them away. If you have a boyfriend, say bye bye to him. Kidnaps you while you are at sleep.

Raspberry mousse cookie: just like Lilac cookie, but more out of the public, you can see glimpses of him in the middle of the crowd (because of his giant hat), will probably try to distance you from your friends, or interrupt a conversation between you and them. Kidnap? Maybe, he loves you, but he can’t destroy his family’s name.

sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

Ps: you can use them for future ideas if you want.

I am working on some yantober fics and this is exactly how i imagine them!

Im gonna add on to earl greys

Earl Gray: He worships you to no end. He puts a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the shrine before he starts working. If you were to ever visit the hotel (of course theres a specific room that has hidden cameras in it that only you can stay in) he would always convince you to stay another night, another night, and another night until you just cant take it anymore. Of course its on the house, your just his favorite! He basically kisses the ground you walk on. He always trying to have his hands on you, either holding your hand or its gently squeezing your thigh.

There was time your brought your one of your guy friends who was visiting the kingdom. Earl Grey was enraged. He prayed at his shrine to hope to see you today, but not with another man! He cant give you the room he always does, it has one bed and he wont allow you to sleep next to another man. His attitude changes because he thinks your just testing him to see his undying loyalty to your relationship friendship. He offers you both tea in the lobby at night, you think nothing of it because you do it all the time with him, what could go wrong!

Uh oh, the tea has a sleeping powder in it! You wake up tied to chair. You see pictures of you all around the room sleeping, changing, doing your hair, eating, showering, smiling, and more. You then see the bloody body of the man you were with. Earl Grey is behind messaging your shoulders and telling you “this is for the best, this is what you wanted right? Wanted me to prove I do anything for you, right? You brought this upon yourself, you made me do it. This isnt my fault.”

#sonder rambles #yandere pure vanilla cookie #yandere earl grey #yandere lilac cookie #yandere raspberry mousse #yandere cookie run #yandere cookie run kingdom

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anxietea-and-cookies · 2 years

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^kidnaps bones^ I need blood headcanons or else I’m keeping this one!

First off, holy hell long tag. Also, keep him and take some Bones headcanons 'cause you already asked for Blood HCs.

Bones is 12'3" (very much a bara).

His magic color is forest green.

He has long, slender hands, pianist fingers really.

He's a patient, manipulative bastard who is content to let his brother break people before he has his own fun. What else can I say? He's just a wee bit of a sadist. The yandere fact should be pretty obvious considering what I call his AU.

His theme might be The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley, if I'm honest, or The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid.

He's fond of experimenting with body modifications, like his non-Horror counterpart.

Also, like his counterpart, he has arachnid Blasters with the main one named Nurse and her 'child' Lynx.

One of his favorite experiments was attempting to turn a human into an "angel". It failed, but he had fun.

He likes to drink Earl Grey with a splash of lemon in it and raspberry scones.

#Undertale #Undertale AU #Info Dump #Writing Ty #Yandere Horrortale G #Yandere Horrortale G Papyrus #Horrortale G #Horrortale G Papyrus #Papyrus #Bones #experiment mention #body horror mention

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detective-with-one-arm · 4 years

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“You’re scaring me!” ( let's have this both ways - unleash the yandere XD )

She wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she drank it. It smelled fragrant and it tasted very sweet. Sort of like rose tea. She never had it, but she’d had rose jam before, so she was familiar with the taste.

Rachel should’ve suspected that something was wrong when her veins felt like they were on fire and her heart was pumping with something that felt like adrenaline, not not quite. She was never someone who was lured by drugs or drug usage. But if she were to liken this feeling to anything, she would probably guess ecstasy.

She felt a rush like she’d never felt before. And it was slow creeping. It invaded every corner of her mind and hollowed it out, replacing it with a pink haze that clouded over everything. All her inhibitions slowly melted away, but in its place was a hunger. A thirst. It felt unending and unquenchable and her entire body radiated a heat that was maddening.

Her blood was pumping and she felt like she was going to have a heart attack, but strangely enough, there was something that drove her. She had only been idly thinking of Thomas before she drank the drink that was prepared for her by the lady who ran the tea shop. She just wanted to have a quick drink before stopping by his workshop.

She had a reason to be there. But now, she couldn’t remember what it was. It felt important. But not as important as the need to see him. The need to be near him. The more she thought about him, the more she felt the heat inside her and the racing of her blood threatening to make her burst.

His lovely voice, his beautiful eyes, his charming smile, his rugged look and personality, and the way he strode and carried himself. Before this, they were at a distance from each other. Cordial and friendly, but that was all. The flame that burned inside her yearned for one thing to simmer it.

It yearned for him. His touch. His embrace. His scent. Everything about him.

Without even thinking of anything else, she made her way there hastily. She wanted to see him. Needed to see him. Needed him. She needed him to understand her feelings. She needed him to reciprocate them. She wasn’t off-duty, yet. But her work could wait as long as it needed to for Rachel to satiate her overpowering desire.

Surely he felt the same. He wouldn’t have given her the time of day if he didn’t. Surely he wouldn’t have been so patient and understanding and welcoming despite her occupation if he didn’t want the same. All she had to do was reassure him that he didn’t need to hide his feelings. That she could be his and she wouldn’t let anyone dare get in their way or try to take her from him. Not without meeting a brutal and unkind end.

She loved Thomas. She needed Thomas. And he loved her. And if she was wrong, she would make him see that he had met his match. It was destiny. Fated. It could not be denied.

Happy to see that the shop was opened and that Thomas was standing inside, she felt an intensity shock her like electricity. She didn’t bother knocking. She simply walked in and closed the door behind her. “Hi, Thomas!” She greeted enthusiastically, leaning over to flip the ‘OPEN’ sign to read as ‘CLOSED.’

She didn’t want any interruptions.

#the-quantum-repairman #[a tainted taste of earl grey tea]#rp thread start #yandere verse #tw: yandere #dbh ocs #dbh rp #rp #{Rachel}

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Title: Caretaker.

Pairing: Yandere!Diluc x F. Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 3.7k.

TW: Timeskip (About 10 Years Post-Canon), Non-Con, Rough Sex, Slight Breeding Kink, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Intimidation, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Implied Past Trauma.

You should’ve made more tea.

Or, tea that kept for more than an hour, at least. You would’ve preferred something stronger, earl grey or assam, but Cecil’s favorite had always been peppermint, and Diluc kept it in overstock year around, and it was easy to make, easier than anything you would've liked more. It’d dropped below room temperature half an hour ago, lost all remaining flavor five minutes later, and you were left to trace a finger around the rim of your porcelain cup, to stare at the portraits of dead men with blank stares that decorated the walls of the Dawn Winery’s main hall and wish you hadn’t insisted that Adelinde get some rest while you wait for Master Diluc to return on your own.

It wasn’t like this was outside of your normal routine. Even if Diluc had returned at a reasonable hour, if Adelinde hadn’t made the mistake of voicing her concerns, you’d likely be woken up within the hour by another maid, told that Cecil had another nightmare and sent to his bedroom to comfort him. You’d be lucky to close your eyes again before sunrise, when you were tasked with organizing his schedule, contacting his tutors, and relaying his progress to Diluc, of course, his fatherly concern greater and less proactive than most’s. Losing a little sleep wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. You’d doubted you’d remember such a minor inconvenience, in a few hours.

Still, you would’ve preferred to lose that sleep with better tea.

Ah, speak of the archons. Cecil was a quiet kid, too shy for his own good, and yet, you would’ve been able to recognize his footsteps from the other side of Mondstadt, quick and clumsy, not unlike that of a newborn deer. He was running by the time he arrived at the main hall, and he didn’t bother to slow down when he found you, letting himself collide with your legs at full force, his face soon buried in your lap and his tiny hands grasping at your skirt. You only clicked your tongue, reaching down to comb a hand through his messy hair. Darker than his father’s, just as eye-catching. You’d have to brush it out properly, tomorrow morning.

“Another nightmare?” You asked, keeping your tone soft, light.

There was no response. Then, a small nod.

“About the soldiers?”

“About father.”

You sighed, more out of sympathy than frustration. You waited for him to breathe, to relax, to raise his head and let go off you and pull himself into the little nook you’d tucked yourself into, a make-shift booth that'd been built into the wall decades ago. His eyes were bloodshot, downcast. He must’ve been reading, after you put him to bed. Adelinde would urge you to chide him, but Diluc would only grin and tell you to keep his library stocked. “He’s late,” You admitted, albeit hesitantly. Patronizing him would’ve been pointless. He was better at seeing through lies than most adults, and you’d already learned your lesson, on that front. “But, I’m sure he’s alright. You remember what the maids always say about your father, don’t you?”

That earned a small, fragile smile. “There’s no sword in Mondstadt that can best his claymore.”

“That’s right.” You allowed yourself a small smile, too. “And, if he could pluck the stars front the sky and give them all to his son, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He wouldn’t leave the manor unless he knew he could come back to you, safe and sound.”

Cecil was beginning to bite the inside of his cheek. It was a bad habit, but one you could talk about later, on a better day. “What if he got hurt?”

“That’s why I’m here, right?” You winked, patting the spot just underneath your hip, the orb of glass and metal hidden underneath your apron. “I wouldn’t mind letting him in on our little secret.”

Cecil giggled, this time, and some of his anxiety seemed to fade. Not a lot, but just enough to give you hope that one of you would be able to sleep tonight, even if you doubted you’d be so lucky, yourself. “Do you think he’ll come home soon? I…” He shifted, nervously. It was a good kind of nervous, though. The excess energy of a spoiled child ready to flourish under his father’s attention. “I’d like to eat breakfast with him. With you, too. All three of us, together.”

It was easier said than done, but you grinned and stifled a laugh and ruffled his hair until he tried to bat your hand away, releasing an agitated huff when you refused to budge. “I’ll see what I can do,” You said, sweeping his bangs out of his face before letting him go. “But, you have to get yourself to bed, first. If you stay up any later, you’ll sleep straight through until lunch.”

He pouted, and he complained, but with another minute of teasing, another yawn, he was on his way to his room, and you were left alone. In a manor as busy as the Dawn Winery, even something as simple as a meal was hard to promise, but Cecil was a good kid, mild-mannered to a fault, and it’d be a shame to disappoint him now, after he clearly gathered up so much courage just to ask. You could only hope Diluc would be generous enough to lend you a few hours of his time, when he returned.

You moved to take another tiny, tasteless sip, but the sound of a hollow thud draw your attention to the entryway, to the mass of black fabric and tangled red hair dragging itself through it. You waited until he’d shut the door behind him, until his frantic breathing steadied into something just as labored, but more paced than his prior, feverish panting. You placed your mug on the short, wooden table in front of you, creating a hollow thud no louder than a footstep on thick carpeting, and his head snapped up, his eyes toward you.

It took him a moment to say anything, but no more than a moment. “Where’s Adelinde?”

His shirt was torn, red staining white fabric and dripping from a long gash along his torso. It was getting on the rug. “She’s already retired for the night.”

“And my son?”

“Cecil’s asleep, for now.” You stood up, brushing off your skirt. “I told him you’d be able to have breakfast with us. I didn’t think I’d have to question whether or not you would survive that long.”

You approached him slowly, and he let you, remaining silent as you pulled his arm over your shoulders and worked your own around his midriff. He hesitated, but relented quickly enough, slumping against your side. “My chambers,” He muttered, his voice low, raspy. “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.”

You only nodded. “Of course, Master Diluc.”

His room was on the second floor, in the farthest wing of his manor, and you tried to keep his weight off of his injury as you pulled him forward, pretending you didn’t notice the way he swore under his breath, how the gash across his chest seemed to grow wider with every step. When you finally reached your destination, it was all he could do to collapse onto his bed, wrinkling expensive satin sheets as he struggled to keep himself upright.

“Lock the door,” He ordered, and obeyed, wordlessly. When you finished, he was already unbuttoning what was left on his shirt, shrugging it off, exposing all the minor wounds you’d failed to notice, earlier – scrapes, cuts, burns, what you could only guess was mild frostbite. You winced before you could stop yourself, and Diluc caught you, smiling absentmindedly. “Two abyss mages, maybe three. I’d usually be more presentable, but… this one caught me off-guard.” His hand drifted to his side, to the burnt skin that covered it. “Does blood bother you, (Y/n)?”

“No, it’s just…” You thought of Cecil, of the last time you’d taken him into the city, of how he’d tugged at your sleeve whenever he saw something that reminded him of his childhood idol, and allowed yourself to smile, too. “Cecil’s going to be devastated when he finds out you know the Darknight Hero and haven’t introduced him, yet.”

That drew out a laugh, but it was cut short by a soft, pained hiss. He doubled over, and you rushed over to him, moving to rest a hand on his back before thinking better of it and latching onto your own wrist, instead. “Master Dil—”

“Bandages. There’s a roll in my wardrobe. I can handle the rest on my—”

You didn’t let him finish. You weren’t used to it, the strain, the energy it took, but the breeze came naturally, cold and sharp, winding around your arms and your legs and around Diluc, too, in a soft, slow cyclone.

You kept your eyes closed, but you could feel the world around you, the wind outside, his injuries – open and torn, then healing, then gone completely, phantoms of pain that only existed in memories and the scars they left behind, the rough patches of skin you weren’t skilled enough to smooth over. You could feel your Vision, heavy at your waist, still hidden but undoubtedly glowing bright enough to be seen. It felt good to use it. It felt right. It wasn’t something you had the luxury of using very often, even if you always kept it on-hand. It wasn’t something you should let yourself use, now, but you'd told Cecil you would. The last thing you wanted to do was start breaking your promises, now.

Neither of your spoke after you finished. Diluc broke the silence, first. “I didn’t know you had a Vision.”

“No one ever asked.”

“You could’ve joined the Knights, or the Adventure’s Guild. Either would kill for a Vision bearing recruit” It was an observation, not a question. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t, not without admitting how weak you really were, how rarely you could afford to heal anything but scraped knees and low fevers, but Diluc didn’t seem to need you to. His eyes were clouded over, his speech still slurring. You’d fixed him up as thoroughly as you could, but he’d lost a lot of blood. Adelinde would have to keep an eye on him, tomorrow. “Why are you working for me?”

“Cecil’s a lovely boy, and I’ve always been good with kids. I thought my talents would be better used here than on the battlefield or behind a desk.” Diluc looked at you, doubtfully. You dropped your gaze to the floor, sitting down next to him. “My current salary is twice what it would’ve been, with the Knights. I need mora more than I need blood on my hands.”

“I’ll give you a raise, after this.” He’d almost certainly forget, but you appreciated the sentiment. “But you do have to answer by question, first.”

“I want to be comfortable.” Not a lie, but not the truth, either. Not the exhaustion, or the hunger, or the nights spent in filthy, crowded taverns, serving drinks and smiling until your cheeks hurt and letting drunken, pink-faced men grope at whatever they could reach just so the owner would treat you to a cold meal and a few hours of sleep in the storeroom, or the relief you'd felt when Barbatos gave you his blessing, when you were given something to prove you were worth more than a life spent struggling to get by.

Diluc had only ever showed you hospitality, and there was no doubt in your mind that he was a kind man, but he was a rich man, too, one raised too far from the city to understand the kind of suffering its walls could inflict. He couldn’t understand how you’d really lived before you came to the Dawn Winery, and you had no interest in trying to change that. “I’d like to travel, too, once I have enough saved up and Cecil gets too old for a nanny, and I want to learn how to use my Vision properly, but… I’m alright with just being comfortable, for now. I really just want to be comfortable.”

He shifted, repositioning himself, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “I could keep you comfortable, if that’s all you want.”

Something twisted in your chest. You smile cracked, then fell away completely. “Master Diluc, I—”

“Cecil adores you. You’re all he talks about. I feel like I’m the one you’re looking after, sometimes.” You tried to stand up, but his hand shot your arm, holding you in place. His grip wasn’t tight, not yet, but the threat was there, and that was enough. It could hurt. He could hurt you, and it was hard not to imagine that he would, if you tied to pull away. “Adelinde speaks fondly of you, too. I’ve never seen her so impressed by another servant, let alone a nanny. Part of me still can’t believe you’ve earned her favor so quickly.”

“With all due respect, I’m not—”

“You’d make a good wife.” A pause, a sharp tug, dragging you back into the spot you’d been a moment ago. As if you’d never moved. As if you hadn’t already refused. “You’d have free rein over my manor, and my fortune – within limits, obviously. I could make you happy, keep you safe.” He was closer than he had been, than you wanted him to be. You didn’t dare try to push him away. “You’d be comfortable, with me. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

You considered screaming, but thought better of it quickly. The door was locked, and Cecil’s room was the closest, just down the hall. No child should have to see his own father acting so… acting like this. “Please, sir, you need to rest. You’re not thinking straight. You lost a lot of blood, and—”

“And you’re being stubborn.” Blunt nails bit into your skin, nearly drawing blood. Now, it hurt. “Honestly, I expected more from you. This is no way to treat your husband.”

As soon as the words made it off his tongue, you bolted. Ripping yourself out of his hold, you moved to make a run for the door, but even injured, even delirious, even half-dead, Diluc was still stronger than you could ever hope to be. Before you could take a step, you were on the ground, on your stomach, Diluc on top of you, pinning your wrists to the small of your back with one hand and the other tearing at the collar of your dress, at the strings of your apron. This time, you screamed, too panicked to care who might hear, but Diluc covered your mouth before you could make a sound. “Don’t,” He spat. Not a question, not a warning. Just an order, the kind you’d let yourself get a little too used to obeying. “I can make this good for both of us, or I can make this good for me. Is that what you want, (Y/n)?”

You didn’t respond at all, at first.

Then, you felt the heel of his palm digging into your spine, his breath on the back of your neck, and reluctantly, you shook your head.

It was a slow, jerky motion, obviously forced, but he laughed and pulled away, regardless. “I’ve been dying to do this since the day you arrived.” His voice was lower, now, calmer, and he took the time to unbutton your dress rather than tear at it, to let it slip over your shoulders, to make you feel that much more exposed. You heard your Vision hit the floor, solid and chiming. Something inside of you cracked. “You’d be such a good mother to Cecil. It’s nearly been a decade since he’s had one, and he’s got a bias towards you. He’ll be ecstatic, once I tell him the news.” Another soft chuckle, a warm hand splayed over your shoulder blade. You felt sick. “Once we tell him the news. He’ll be disappointed if you’re not there.”

You felt his hand on your waist and curled into yourself, instinctively, but he was only lifting you up, placing you on the center of his bed, leaving your dress on the floor. It was a small dignity, so late and so insignificant, it almost made you feel more pathetic as he positioned himself between your legs.

He was older than you, more experienced, and it showed in the way he traced his thumb over your slit before pushing your panties to the side, the way his lips brushed against your collarbone as he buried two fingers in your cunt, how he pried and scissored and stretched you open until your thighs were shaking and your silence was interrupted by little, whiny nothings. You let your head lull to the side, your eyes clench shut, but you could still feel it, harsh and intrusive, and he was still on top of you, his chest hovering just above yours, his mouth on your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses into whatever he could reach. It was disgusting, it was repulsive, it was—

He pulled away, and you whimpered, the noise pathetic, pitchy.

The shame was instant, loathing for him and for yourself taking its place a second later. Not that it made a difference, to Diluc.

“That’s my good girl.” You felt his hand on your jaw, his fingers still damp with your slick. He wasn’t rough, but he didn’t have to be, not when he was so close to you, warmth radiating off of him like a secondary sun, not when he kissed you like that, hard enough to bruise, deep enough to leave you squirming and breathless and frantically trying to shove at his chest. By the time he pulled away, your lungs ached, and he was smiling, grinning from ear to ear. “Such a fragile little thing. You never would’ve made it on your own, but I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I’ll keep you safe.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt his thumb run across your cheek, until you opened your eyes and noticed how blurry your sight had gotten, how easily the world was reduced to a smear of black silk and red hair, scarlet and bright. Like fire.

Like blood.

“I’m not—” Your voice was shaking. It made you sound smaller than you actually were, weaker. “I have a Vision, I’m not fragile—”

“Even the archons can make mistakes.” You heard the click of a belt, the sound of fabric against fabric. A terrible, cracked sob slipped past your lips before you could choke it down, but Diluc only cooed, above you, purring at the sound of your misery. “You belong here, with your family. With me.”

You tried to respond, to deny it, but something nudged against your entrance, thick and hard and burning, and it was all you could do not to sob any louder.

He tried to be gentle, at first. He moved slowly, kept his hands on your hips, let you bite moans of pain and pleasure indiscriminately, but as soon as he bottomed out, as soon as you clenched around him, your body reacting despite your mind’s desperate attempts to make it stop, he growled, bared his teeth, pulled back and began to thrust into you with no reservation, no dignity, no regard. There was more pressure than anything, on the back of your throat, on your stomach, on your pussy, tying knots in your core, letting all the heat and friction and everything build up until it was unbearable just to think, just to try and distance yourself from your own helplessness. It didn’t hurt, not really, not the way you wished it would, but you couldn’t rationalize it, tuck it away in some deep, dark corner of your mind and wait for it to end. You couldn’t get away from it.

You couldn’t get away from him.

There was a grunt, then his hands drifting, falling, wrapping around your thighs and wrenching them upward, into your chest, folding you over entirely and letting himself abuse that soft, sensitive spot inside of you, too deep not to make you cry out. If Diluc was perturbed, if he’d heard you at all, you couldn’t tell. His face was already buried in the crook of your neck, his mouth already moving, rambling about nothing. It was gibberish, nonsensical to your hazy mind and spiraling thoughts. You couldn’t make out a word.

Not until his hips faltered, at least until his pace slowed for just a fraction of a second and, with the softest tone you’d ever heard from him, he finally said something you understood.

“You’re going to be such a good mother.”

Instantly, you wished you hadn’t heard anything at all.

But, it was too late. You couldn’t block anything out, anymore, not white dots blotting out your vision, not the tension in your body suddenly dissolving into a kind of ecstasy so overwhelming, it almost hurt, and not the feeling of Diluc’s teeth digging into your neck, of something hot spilling into you, burning, letting it spill out of your cunt and drip down your thighs as he rode out his own orgasm, nursing you through yours, at the same time.

Even after he stopped moving, he didn’t pull out. He stayed there, above you, inside of you, and when you looked away, curled into yourself, he kept himself busy by taking one of your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. It was almost sweet. It was almost comforting, in some twisted, broken way.

It was almost enough to distract you from wide his smile was, how happy he looked.

Happier than you’d ever seen him, before.

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runeterrankhaleesi · 10 months

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Earl Grey Tea (League of Legends) (K - N)

K’Sante:

Kai’sa:

Kalista:

Karma:

Karthus:

Kassadin:

Katarina:

Headcanons of Garen and Katarina as Romeo and Juliet of Runeterra

Kayle:

Kayn:

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with a Twin Sister

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with a Twin Sister part 2

Headcanons of Sick Kayn with a Gender Neutral Taking Care of Him ft. Zed

Headcanons of Kayn as a father of a little girl ft.Rhaast

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with a Gender Neutral

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with Zed’s daughter

Headcanons of Kayn with Zed’s daughter part 2

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn in a Relationship

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with his New Empress

Scenario of Kayn with a Badass Female Warrior/Religious Leader

Headcanons of Zed and Kayn in a Father-Son Relationship

Scenario of Odyssey Kayn Sneaking into the Morning Star Ship to Cuddle with his Gender Neutral s/o

Scenario of Yandere Kayn being Obsessive and Attempting to Kidnap You

Headcanons of Kayn with a Trans-Masc s/o

Headcanons of Kayn with a Soft and Comforting Gender Neutral s/o

Headcanons of Kayn with a Shy Touch Starved Gender Neutral s/o

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with an Artist Transmasc s/o

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with a Shy and Quiet Female Ionian Healer

(NSFW) NSFW Headcanons of Kayn based on Alphabets [K-A-Y-N]

Kennen:

Kha’Zix

Headcanons of Kha’Zix with a Kind Hearted Female Kiilash s/o

Kindred:

Kled:

Kog’maw:

LeBlanc:

Headcanons of LeBlanc with a Maid s/o

Lee Sin:

Headcanons of Storm Dragon Lee Sin in a Relationship

Leona:

Headcanons of Solar Eclipse Leona with a White Witch

Headcanons of Leona Cuddling

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How would Yandere! 2p! america, england, italy, romano and austria react to learning that their is to marry another nation because of an alliance?

My rules are set to four nations, but since I had the week off I was able to make an exception."I’m sorry, but I’ve been promised to another."

Those eight words shouldn’t have been shocking. They shouldn’t have cut his heart the way they did. Yet, he couldn't be surprised. She was beautiful. And a marriage alliance would cement it better than just a piece of paper.

Yet, his mind couldn’t process it. She was MEANT for HIM! No one was supposed to get between their love.

Maybe it was time the bosses listened to him.

America: Allen stormed through the beige halls of the White House like an angry bull. His harsh breathing coming out in nearly visible puffs.

His quick pace led him to the soft cream door in the corner of the hall. Allen reached out and gripped the silver doorknob with enough force to cause it to warp.

The door opened with a harsh bang as it bounced back from hitting the wall. The presiding President’s head shot up from the paperwork in front of him. His face took on a nervous smile making his wrinkles more pronounced.

The President’s voice shook as he greeted the angered 2p. Questioning him on his current emotional state and the reason for his visit.

Allen chuckled darkly and slammed his hands on the desk, “Well, Prez. My babydoll’s been promised to someone and it's NOT ME!”

If you hadn’t guessed it, Allen’s gonna rely on intimidation at first. Threatening his own boss to fix this issue. Once he has his own government under his thumb, Allen’s gonna force them to go after both his Doll’s and her fiancé’s governments.

His world power influence should help unless it’s another world power. At that point, Allen’s going to continue pressuring his doll’s government, but also look for ways to kill this soulmate stealer. Sure, it won’t stick because it's another nation but it's gonna get terrifying real fast.

Each death is going to get more violent and tortuous until Allen’s patience erupts. Once that happens, his next plan is entombment.

The entombment would be a simple process. Firstly, challenging his rival in love. Ensuring that they duel in a deserted area, yet one that Allen already prepared in advance.

If Allen is successful, his rival would fall into a rough, deep pit. Hopefully with a broken leg. While the nation curses his name, Allen will start to add cement. Burying his enemy alive.

After all, it's til death do they part.

England: Oliver sat in a beautiful office. Warm wooden furniture complimented the neutral color of the walls and floor. He relaxed into the white cotton couch, a cup of earl grey resting on his lap.

A gentle click from behind alerted Oliver that the owner of the office had finally arrived.

A gasp came from behind Oliver and a rasped masculine voice spoke. “Mr. England?! What are you doing here?”

Oliver’s mouth widened into a Cheshire smile and stood to face the older man behind him.

“Prime Minister, please take a seat. We have much to discuss.”

Oliver’s gift for manipulation would shine here. He would be direct with his boss about his concern for the match of his darling and that brute, but he would ensure that it did not seem personal. Rather Oliver would frame their union as a hazard to the United Kingdom. Claiming various criminal organizations were planning on using the union to create a force to act against them.

Each claim would be backed with fake evidence and testimonies. It would terrify his boss, leaving him wondering what could be done.

Almost gleefully, Oliver would answer that a union between the UK and her country would solve it all. Carefully clearing away all doubts.

This would leave Oliver with one more target. His rival.

The rivaling nation would suffer curses and monsters. Their screams of confusion and terror gave Oliver true delight. He would hope for these magical tools to drive his rival insane and their economy to trash.

None of it would let up, until Oliver was sure her hand was locked in his.

Italy: The tense atmosphere in the formal office felt like a whale resting on the old Italian man. His eyes were wide as he watched Luciano play with a simple silver switchblade.

“Signore Presidente, it seems my-a simple request hasn’t been-a fulfilled.”

The President swallowed thickly, “Wh-what-a do you mean Mr. Vargas? I have-a ensured that your requests had-a been fulfilled.” He flinched when Luciano’s glowing magenta eyes snapped to his. The clicking of the switchblade silenced.

“No signore.” Luciano’s voice was cold as he shook his head, seemingly disappointed in his boss. “The ONE I NEEDED-A MOST WAS NOT!”

Luciano has a gift for getting exactly what he wants. Usually using fear and the threat of neglecting his job to ensure that his wants are met. When his own boss would fail to fulfill his request, Luciano take matters into his own hands.

He would use his men to find all the necessary information on his rival and their government officials. Luciano has a file created containing blackmail sent to each person with a letter of demands to ensure the destruction of said secrets. If they are compliant, then Luciano ushers a simple punishment. Release of the blackmail and destroy a couple of things.

Disobedience to his simple list of demands will result in massive violence, the release of the blackmail, the creation of worse rumors, and the destruction of each potential marriage site.

If none of the previous methods work, Luciano will go after Tesoro, herself if all else fails. Pressuring her with promises of hellfire and death. Telling her that it would all end if she just gave in.

Romano: Hums of the Wedding March filled the white studio, along with many colorful outfits. Some were finished while others hung half done on the life-like mannequin.

Fabrizio moved around one mannequin. This one was headless, covered in pearlescent lace, with a solid white chiffon base. He stepped back; a single sewing needle stuck between his lips. A look of concentration stuck on his face.

The ringing of his black and silver rotary phone broke his train of thought. Fabrizio reached it in a few steps and held the refurbished phone to his ear.

“Pronto?”

“Mr. Vargas, this is Signore Presidente. I was informed by my-a secretary that we-a needed to speak.”

Fabrizio responded with a soft ah as his face twisted into a sneer. “Si, we’ve needed to-a speak. It seems that mia bambola has been taken by someone unworthy.”

A gulp softly crackled through the speakers. “What-a would you like-a me to do?”

“Simple, get rid-a of the obstacles.”

“It-a won’t be that easy! There are-“

“I DON’T-A CARE! If you can’t secure her, then I’ll-a do it myself!”

Fabrizio would have struggled with the news from the get-go. Mainly because of the amount of time and money he’s spent on preparing for their wedding. He would refuse to let that go to waste.

So, first Fabrizio would call his boss. Leaving a vicious voicemail about how he failed as a boss and how his inability to act left him hurting.

Their conversation would be similar to the above snip. Ending with Fabrizio enraged and seething. He would give his boss until their wedding was finalized. If he could not deliver, then Fabrizio will go rogue.

Taking his men and interrupting the wedding. Appearing to steal the show at the dramatic “Does anyone object” part.

After spiriting away the bride, his men will destroy the venue. Leaving the happy day in ruins like his rival’s claim to his bambola will be.

Austria: The Austrian Parliament Building seemed to vibrate. No one noticed as they were used to the tingling that came from the floor. It wouldn’t be until one went into the basement that the officials would realize that it was music that rocked the building.

The music was played by Jonathan. His cords sang of his fury at his Queen being stolen. His voice carried his current thoughts and plans throughout the grey halls and bounced off the iron pipes.

All of it drowned out the footsteps of a professionally dressed woman stormed down the halls. Her face contorted into a mix of annoyance and rage.

Once the woman reached the singing Austrian Goblin King, she pulled the plug of his black amp. Finally silencing the practically keening man.

Realizing his thought process had been interrupted. Jonathan whipped his head toward his amp, briefly wondering if he had blown it out again. The short woman behind him was not what he expected but it was what he wanted.

Before he could utter a word, she yelled.

“Herr Edelstein! I understand that jou are upset about jour ‘Queen of die Nacht’, as jou zo elegantly put it. But zhat is no excuse for shaking the building!”

With a sly smile, Jonathan responded, “Frau Präsidentin. No true musician could keep zuch a deep pain to zhemselves. It iz ezpecially neczzary for me. Or vho knowz vhat kind of old habitz may resurface.”

The Präsidentin shivered. She remembered the stories he had recounted of his habits. They scared her beyond the point of nightmares, but all the way to therapy. It was even mandated that Jonathan would refrain from talking about such things, unless asked.

Frau Präsidentin shook her head to regain focus. “Look, Herr Edelstein. Vhat vould it take for jou to pleaze play zomevhere elze?”

Jonathan hummed and placed his hand to his chin. There was no real reason for him to appear lost in thought, for Jonathan had already made up his mind.

His carmine eyes gleamed darkly, “Bring me mine Queen and enzure that no one can take her. Not even her own government.”

As shown above, Jonathan would use his music to gain control of the situation. Writing ballads about his Queen, formulating his plans, and just expressing his emotions until his boss can’t stand it any longer.

Once she storms in, then he goes about his business. Explaining his wants in exchange for some piece of silence. The want for the sweet silence would cause his boss to contemplate, but not guarantee submission. That’s why, the second Jonathan is sure she is back in her office, he repeats the torture.

This could go on for weeks. Until he’s sure that she has begun working on challenging the marriage. Once the formal challenge is sent, Jonathan changes targets.

It is now time for the rival to suffer. Since it's not war, almost no one can stop him. Sure, the rival nation could take steps to ensure that Jonathan can not bother them, but he’s not gonna care.

He will break any local law until the rival’s boss intervenes. At this point, both his government and his rival’s would get together to discuss Jonathan’s behavior. If all goes to plan, Jonathan’s gonna find himself married by week’s end.

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