nothing. jsut thought your header was hilarious. have a nice day đđ
the great thing is i get to take yâall on the ride with me
giddy up yandere sluts were going shopping
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To the Grave (400 subs!)
Yandere Aventurine x Reader
Yet another escape attempt thwarted. How will Aventurine react?
Warnings: Yandere behavior, implied kidnapping, forced imprisonment and affection
The room is cold, and not just because youâre half naked and shivering, clutching at your thin pajamas. No, itâs because the man across from you is radiating an aura more bone-chilling than Jarilo-VI.
Aventurine dismisses the IPC grunts who dragged you in with a wave of his hand. You get a sick sort of satisfaction that it took four of them, plus a senior staff member in a mech suit, to finally restrain you this time.
Your escape this round was spontaneous, but you couldnât turn your nose at the opportunity when you noticed the guards had failed to lock your door that evening. Youâd sprinted out wearing nothing but the ridiculous, skimpy nightwear that Aventurine liked to return to you wearing. Youâd made it as far as the outskirts of the manor before you were grabbed and tackled by the pursuing goons.
Hence how you found yourself here, presented to the very man who held you captive against your will.
The room is dead silent. His back is to you, so you canât gauge his expression, but you notice heâs playing with a single chip, tossing it back and forth between his handsâa tick that youâve learned means heâs thinking, calculating.
âDid you really think your little stunt would work?â His voice is calm, barely over a whisper, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Your nails dig into your palms ever so slightly harder, leaving crescent moons in their wake.
âThe odds havenât stopped me before,â you throw back, mocking his own betting lingo.
Aventurine lets out a dry, breathy laugh. âAnd thatâs what makes a gambler. That desperate desire to cling to the hope that the next time will be the jackpot.â
âIâm willing to take those odds if it means a lifetime without you.â
He does not have one of his normal, clever comebacks for that, apparently. He merely flicks the chip one more time and snatches it midair in his left hand, which then moves to settle behind his back.
âDo you have any idea the lengths I go to in order to keep you safe?â
At first, you think you imagine itâthe edge of hurt, the crack in his voice. But then you notice his posture, the hand held behind his back, the fist shaking ever so slightly. Itâs the same as when heâs making a risky bet, when heâs scared of the next play.
Some of your bitterness morphs to confusion. âAventurineââ
This time he turns, and his mesmerizing, beautiful, terrifying Avgin eyes meet your own. âYou know what to call me.â
âKakavasha,â you breathe out after a pause. At the sound of his true name, you see him release a breath, some of the ice melting around his eyes. âThis isnât safety, this is a prison. You canât expect me toâŚâ
Your voice trails off as he wraps his arms around you, one hand caressing your hair while the other attaches to your hip. He buries his nose into your neck, right at the base of your jaw, and you suck in a breath. You still feel the ghost of pain from each previous bite and bruise heâs left on your neck, the marks he uses to stake his claim on you.
He releases a choked laugh, making your knees weak with fear. You brace yourself for pain, for the sting of his fangs as he sinks his teeth into your fleshâ
Except you realize heâs not laughing, heâs crying.
âI was so frightened, (Y/n). I thoughtâI thought you were goneââ Each attempt is cut off with another hitched breath, his grip on you like a vice. âYouâre all I have left, the only thing that I can protect. I canât lose you, too. Iâll give you anything. So please, justâŚstay.â
Your initial shock starts to bleed into uncertainty. Strings of doubt, of guilt, wrap around your heart. How can you pull away from him, knowing his past? How fate has stolen every loved one from him, leaving him a broken shell that he himself was forced to piece back together? Can you truly blame him for his possessiveness, his need to keep you?
Of course you can, logic tells you. But the lost manâno, the frightened Avgin boy, the last of his kindâwho is clutching you with such unbridled affection and sadness doesnât need your reasoning, he needs your understanding, your compassion.
You sigh, placing your hand on his head and running your fingers through his golden tresses, in the manner you know he loves so dearly from you. âIâm sorry. IâIâm not going anywhere.â
âNo,â he agrees, his voice suddenly clear, âyou arenât.â
Something rattles and wraps around your neck with a click.
âWha-whatâ!â You scratch at your nape, at the metal fixture that you donât even need a mirror to identify. No. He couldnât have. He wouldnât, not after everything he himself has been through, he wouldnât subject you to the same humiliation and tortureâ
Aventurine gives the chain attached to the shackle around your neck a light tug. When your eyes lock with his, you see they are void of tears, brimming only with smug victory. The basted fucking faked it.
How easily you had fallen for the mask of Kakavasha, only to be met by the reality of Aventurine, his heart as hard as stone.
You immediately thrash, baring your teeth at him. âBastard! Liar! Heartless wretch!â You growl when you hear him laugh at that last one. âI will never stop fighting you, not until you are alone, dead, and buried as you deserve!â
âThat may be so,â he drawls, âbut your willing compliance certainly isnât something Iâm willing to bet on.â He pulls you close by your chain, licking your fallen tear of frustration. âSo how about I bring you to the grave with me, hm?â
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kicking my legs and screaming
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Gosh i just loved your Sunday fic.. đŤ
Im wondering what about a naive type darling? With so much isolation, it has made darling insecure. Darling thinks Sunday deserves a better woman and just ups and leaves Sunday when he isnt home. But ofc is soon found not long after đ
ohhhh so personally i imagine this happening after sunday uses the harmony one too many times on poor readerâŚyou never saw it coming, never would have thought sunday would hurt you despite being isolated for so long. any thoughts you had about escaping, even going outside to see friends, are obliterated. sunday becomes your whole world.
Yan!Sunday x Naive!Gn!Reader
Youâve been standing in front of Sundayâs door, fist raised and poised to knock, for twenty minutes now.
For what feels like the millionth time, you lower your hand, worrying your lip.
Heâs been in there all day. Sunday is a busy man, his schedule constantly filled with meetings and Family affairs, but never too occupied that he would ignore you for an entire day.
Your mind fears the worst; even those initial days of being drowned in the Harmony, before you realized Sunday was trying to help you adjust to your life with him, is preferable to this. Did you do something wrong? Who is he in there with? Is he ignoring you?
Has heâŚgrown tired of you?
The mere thought chills your heart and fills your veins with ice as you take a step back, inhaling sharply.
The wooden door before you is polished to a fault, bright enough that you can see your faint outline. It bitterly reminds you of how inferior you are compared to him, a mere speck of dust, a fleeting shadow on the wall.
You start to spiral. Surely Sunday, the most handsome and sought after man in Penacony, could have his pick of anyoneâso why would he settle on you? Why did he bring you here, trap you in this mansion, keep you by his side, if only to throw you away in the end?
Did he never love you?
Why does that thought hurt you so much?
Heart pounding and tears blurring your vision, you quickly turn and flee, your knock forgotten.
~*~
It has long grown dark on the streets of the Golden Hour.
The normally bustling city is slumbering, the only light provided by the plethora of flashing billboards that never sleep. The few individuals you have passed are either drunks stumbling home or the stray Intellitron. Youâve been walking aimlessly for hours, wiping away tears and fruitlessly searching for a way to escape to reality.
After all your time mulling in your sadness and insecurities, you have come to the conclusion that you should relieve Sunday of his care of you. Heâs much better off without you, or rather with a better individual than you. He should be dating royalty, a celebrity, an angel. The type of person who would have knocked on that door, would have strutted confidently into his office and sat directly into his lap toâ
Another pair of footsteps echo behind you.
You almost donât hear them at first, but you most definitely see the haloed shadow on the wall in front of you.
âAnd where do you think youâre going, (Y/n)?â
You immediately freeze, your breathing becoming erratic and shallow. His voice sends little butterflies pounding against your chest, begging to fly to him.
âDo you really think this pathetic attempt to escape would succeed?â A hand wraps around your waist, spinning you around to meet golden eyes rimmed in violet. You expect them to be filled with anger, perhaps even loathing, but youâre shocked to discover they are brimming with nothing but thinly veiled panic.
His grip tightens when you donât respond immediately. âAnswer me, (Y/n).â His voice cracks as he says your name again. âWhere have you been?â
Words clog in your throat. âIâI thoughtâyou wereâyou didnât wantââ
âIâve been searching everywhere for you. You werenât thinking. I believed we had moved beyond your futile attempts to leave, that you understood that you are mineââ
âBut what if I donât deserve to be yours!â
The two of you freeze in the wake of your outburst. His breath hitches as you lower your head and whisper softly, âI thought you stopped loving me the same as I love you.â
For once, youâve caught Sunday off guard. His beautiful gaze widens in shock as he truly takes in your formâshivering, tears rolling down your cheeks, nails digging into your palmsâand realizes his mistake.
You left because you thought he didnât want you.
The mere idea baffles him. Standing before him is the most beautiful individual he has ever seen. Every fiber of his being screams for him to lock you in a birdcage and throw away the keyâyou are a precious treasure, meant to sing only for him. He has created you to be the perfect devotee in his very image.
And all of his efforts have succeeded, because you said you loved him.
His anger and fear immediately melt into softness as he holds your face between both hands, his forehead lowered to press against yours. âOh, darling, no. You cannot fathom the adoration I harbor for you, the multitude of praises I wish to preach each day in your name.â
His voice takes on a nearly holy reverence, but his eyes shine with an untamed desire. âThere is nowhere you belong except for by my side. Finding you missing this evening nearly tore my heart out. You must never venture out again, do you understand, my precious dove?â
You sniff and lean into his touch, a smile parting the river of your tears. Yes, thatâs right. Thatâs what the Harmony said before, too: your purpose is to please Sunday, to serve Sunday, to live for Sunday.
Why would you ever doubt his love?
Why would you ever want to leave him? What a silly idea.
You think you feel a tiny pull at the back of your mind, a hook that wants to tether you to reality. But a quick slash of a knife severs the line, leaving you floating in a sea of multicolored bliss.
âIâll never doubt you again, Sunday. I love you.â
Sundayâs lips curl into a smirk as he lifts your chin and examines the rainbows dancing in your eyes. âI love you, too, (Y/n).â
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ok but i think boothill would just adore a darling whoâs super spunky and puts up a fight. playing hard to get, ya know? you hit his hat off his stupid head in anger, and his eyes just light up and a knowing smirk crawls onto his face as he grabs you by the chin.
âDarlinâ, if you wanted to see more, ya shoulda just asked me.â
COMN FANFIC WRITERS !!
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hiiiii ive been brainrotting abt sunday and his triple face god thing abababah thinking abt him handcuffing reader and interrogating them with the truth thing he does to aventurine ARGHH omg questioning abt who they were with cos hes jealousssss AUGH you dont have to write anything off of this i just hope this inspires you ily
oh you have read my MIND. Iâm currently in the middle of writing a fic with dr ratio interrogating reader like he did with mx. stellaronâŚbut now imagining that with sunday?? wow.
iâm totally normal about this man. i swear.
Yan!Sunday x Gn!Reader
Fingers drum on the table, the only break in the suffocating silence engulfing the room.
âIâll ask you one. Last. Time.â Sunday punctuates each word with another tap of his finger, and you gasp as you feel the Harmony sink its influence another inch further into your skull.
Despite the futility, despite knowing youâve been trying the same thing over and over again for the past half an hour, you pull at your restraints. The metal chain of the handcuffs skitters along the table, the sound like nails on a chalkboard, but it does not budge from its steel attachment. Youâre firmly and inescapably chained to the table in Sundayâs office, with said perpetrator sitting opposite.
He appears calm, but youâve learned to notice the slight twitch of his eye, the falter in his normal smirk. His patience is one wrong answer away from shattering.
At your silence, he leans back in his chair, shaking his head. His golden gaze is chastising, almost disappointed. âAngel, you know I donât want to hurt you. Just tell me who you were with.â
You only glare at him in response. Bullshit. Youâve lost count of the amount of times heâs forced truths out of you or affections upon you through the Harmony. The psychedelic pest in your brain is almost the norm by now, a poison he has slowly been feeding you.
Oh, Triple Faced-Soul, please sear their tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that they will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.
Those words are branded into the flesh of your brain, your soul. And tonight, if you tell him what he wants, even more blood will be spilled.
Sundayâs jealously is as calculating as he is. Itâs a knife poised at the right angle to spear you, to pin you with accusations that you canât talk your way out of.
Like in this instance, where he has deluded himself into thinking you are trying to leave him. Heâs finally let you out of Dewlight Pavilion (youâve learned that trying to escape the dreamscape is pointless, so youâll take your freedoms when you can), and this is the first reaction youâre met with? Being dragged to his office as soon as you returned and invaded, prodded, and violated by the Harmony?
The pressure around your temples tightens another fraction, and you cannot stop the pained cry that escapes you. Rainbow streaks cloud your vision and practically pull the words from your mouth. âI was with friends! We were at the Dreamjolt Hosterly for a couple drinks, thatâs it!â
Sunday merely hums as he stands and pads towards you, taking a position at your back. Youâre unable to turn around to face him, but you can feel the weight of his presence, the promise of his power, as he wraps a hand around the back of your neck.
His breath tickles the shell of your ear as he leans in and whispers, âLiar.â
One word chills your blood to ice. âIâm not!â
The grip around your neck tightens in tandem with the pressure in your head. âDo you really think you can evade me, (Y/n)? My gales are perched in every region of Penacony, and THEY are by my side. THEY see all, hear all, know all.â
As if on cue, the Harmony rips through your consciousness, and it takes all your willpower not to pass out. Exhausted, you involuntarily lean back into Sundayâs hand, which seems to please him. âNow, tell me the name of the man who dared to touch what is mine.â
Clenching your eyes shut, you shake your head. Youâre out of breath and stumbling along your words. âHe was just being friendly, and he was drunk, we all were, and all he did was kiss my cheek; it was a dare, and I swear to you, Sunday, weâre just friendsââ
â(Y/n),â Sunday interrupts. âHis name.â
The finality in the Family headâs words sends your heart plummeting. You feel your resolve slip as the Harmony tightens its grip and goes in for the kill. You speak the name aloud, barely a whisper, and know that youâve just delivered the manâs fate.
In your half-conscious state, you barely register Sunday removing your cuffs and scooping you into his arms. He tucks you into his chest bridal-style, his wings fluttering across your face. âYou did well, my angel.â
âPlease,â you breathe, your voice wobbly with tears, even as you feel the Harmony retreat from your sensesâfor now. âDonât hurt him.â
Sunday merely leans his head down to place a kiss along your temple. âEnough of that,â he scolds. âThe only man you should be thinking about is me. After all, it is an angelâs duty to obey their god without question.â
And Sunday is, if anything, a vengeful god.
For that night was the last that you ever saw your friend. Death in dreams was your only reality.
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Pretty eyes
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a little red~ đŠ¸
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Thank you all for 400+ followers!
It may seem small compared to some big accounts on here, but I appreciate each one of you đ
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Alhaitham and Kaveh. Wriothesley and Neuvillette. And my personal favorite, Dr. Ratio and Aventurine.
a threesome with two doms using you where one degrades you and the other praises you >>>
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not in a fight though đ
screaming and crying over this new video. sunday and aventurine are so beautiful!!
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oh my, dirty.
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AVENTURINE â A MOMENT AMONG THE STARS â INHERENTLY UNJUST DESTINY
âDo you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?â
âLetâs assume, just assume now, that every time I roll the dice, thereâs a possibility of achieving this particular outcome. Then I would be quite happy to make that wager.â
How did I wake up to HYV dropping this traumatic bomb of a video, someone check on Aventurine and give that boy a hug
Also my own little thought: notice the light and dark backgrounds in the two sets of screenshots? Sunday portrays himself as the good guy, an angel surrounded by light, whereas, by the end of the video, Aventurine is shrouded in darkness and death. Aventurine takes on the role of the âvillainâ and acts to embrace the darkness.
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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.
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Tbh Iâm not normally into threesome ships butâŚimagine being shared between Yan!Aventurine and Yan!Dr. Ratio who are already in a couple.
Despite all their banter and bickering, theyâve always been happy together, but the day they meet youâŚthe two men meet each otherâs eyes with a silent understanding. Youâre the missing equation, the last card to complete the deck.
Good luck trying to get out in one piece.
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