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capri-ramblings · 4 years

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Hiii~ I love your writing and simply adore the way you write Vil! I wanted to request scenarios of Yandere! Jade, Vil, Azul and Cater having their darling 'willingly' return to their side after being given an opportunity to depart (i.e. an open door, or someone coming to get them) or just going to their side if you've done the escape thing before. I apologize if that's vauge or has been done before. You're wonderful~

Firstly,I'm sorry this took very long despite it being one of my earliest asks, and secondly,since I've written a couple of Azul works, I hope you don't mind me omitting him from this one, it's just that with Jade's plot I felt like I would've written it a bit too similar if I included Azul. And thirdly, This is my first request with a Cater feature in it uwu ♥️ give him some love ya'll our magicam senpai. Hope you like it, Twisty! (*´ω｀*) Vil is a Character I find kinda hard to write for but I'm happy you find him satisfying 🤧

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[ W e l c o m e H o m e ]

Vil Schoenheit

When you slammed the giant mahogany doors behind you, breathing ragged and worn, the sound of familiar footsteps descending the stairs made you lean your head against the door before turning around to see Vil.

His perfectly lined brows were arched, haughtily if not unbearably unimpressed. He was wearing his nightwear, the gentle colour of the satin material made him seemed as if he was glowing underneath the beam of the crystal chandeliers.

"Did you like the fresh air?" He asked, hands gracefully trailing over the marble railings of the stairs.

"Rook mentioned a crescent moon appearing tonight."

You let out a sigh, defeated and dry.

"If there was,I must've missed it. You know me,Vil. Always in a rush."

He didn't let it pass his lips but you knew he wanted to scoff, to mock your response and degrade you as he often did.

"I take it the open space wasn't to your liking?"

Vil stopped at the foot of the stairs and he had this knowing look in his eyes. It almost seemed smug.

"No,I mean—" Your voice trailed off,gaze lowering as you replayed the scene in your head.

You had found a chance to escape,to run from everything Vil had imprisoned you in, and for half a moment, you were free. Your legs carrying you through the open air as your feet finally came in contact with soil after so long of staying indoors. You caught the whiff of the rose garden behind the Manor and the gates of your nightmares were right in front of you.

All you had to do was push pass it, and freedom was yours.

But then you stopped. Your feet halted and the sudden silence overwhelming you at that moment brought a sense of dread to your system. How long has it been since you've last seen the world? It shouldn't sound so... soundless,right?

"Past the gates and you're free."

That's what you told yourself. What you attempted to tell yourself. But the crushing weight of returning to a society that didn't seem to even recognize your absence made your want to hurl yourself away from it all. At least Vil kept his eyes on you, and maybe a life where you were doted on was far better than a life where people simply forgot about you.

"Use your words, Daffodil." You looked up and Vil was already looming over you, his hand propping your chin up as his thumb trailed over your lips.

"Didn't I teach you how to talk?" He was cooing,coaxing you to place yourself in his arms, and it worked. You leaned into him willingly and gently began closing your lips over his thumb.

"I made a mistake. I want to come home,Vil." You sounded so genuine, so soft. It made him wanted to place you on his lap and have you ride the erection building up underneath his clothes until you couldn't form proper words anymore.

But he held himself back. Tonight was not the time. There would be other times for him to spill his seed inside of you, for now, he should indulge in your submissive acceptance.

"I'm always here for you, Daffodil."

Jade Leech

Jade had kept you in his home under in Coral Sea for so long that when you finally pushed pass the ocean's surface, the thick air of the land almost choked you.

The fins on either side of your neck hissed at the contact and your eyes squinted from the intrusion of the the sunlight. You actually had to bring one webbed hand to shield yourself from it.

Everything felt so different. So foreign. Your scales bristled in annoyance. Was this the world you so craved before? The world you actually lived in before Jade turned you into his own kind?

Maybe you felt differently about it then, but now, all you wanted to do was dive back into the comfort of the sea. Where you truly belonged.

And back down you did go, and immediately after submerging into the water, your scales glistened and your fins flapped happily against your skin. The coolness of it all washing over you pleasantly.

When you reached the entrance of Coral Sea, Jade was there, dutifully waiting for your return. You wanted to rush over to him, aching for the familiar contact of another mer against yours,the human air felt so pungent after all. It really did feel like you were a fish out of water.

Ah,but the whole reason you went up to see was because you had an argument with the mer-male. Swimming over to him so eagerly would just be telling him that he was the sound one in it.

So,you kept your pace slow and deliberate, until Jade extended his hand and you took it in yours.

"Was the world big enough for you up there?" He asked, the slight hint of laughter lacing his words as his gaze fixated on you.

You pursed your lips and sighed, expression grim.

"Maybe a bit too big. There weren't any humans of any of their ships, but it smelled like there was just a crowd of them earlier..."

"Oh? But don't any of it feel familiar to you? You used to live up there too once, that's what you said, right?"

You knew he was going to bring up the argument sooner or later, but for Jade to bring up a subject this quick meant he really was annoyed by your outburst earlier. But could he blame you? He had a tendency to hover over you like a mother octopus with its brood and though he has given you many freedoms ever since he was convinced you weren't going to run away again, it still felt a little suffocating.

"I wouldn't have said it if you just let me be for once." You snapped, brows furrowing as your arms crossed over your chest. You swam further ahead of him too then turned back to face him. A small act of stubbornness.

"This is all I want" You pointed to the slight distance between you and him. "I'm not going run away again or throw corals at you. I just want to have my own space. Don't you trust me?"

Jade did. He did trust you now because you've finally shown him that your life above the sea was a mere past you couldn't even properly project into your own memory. He's waited so long for this too and when you were throwing your words at him earlier, he thought he'd have to keep you on a leash again, the notion of letting you swim above was hard for him to digest because if you hadn't fully converted into the form he's given you then Jade had made a mistake and he would've risked losing you.

But he didn't lose you. You came back to him. You asked him to trust you.

The smile curling on his lips then was one of deep endearment for you and when he swam to your side, you swore you could feel him glow.

"Of course,I trust you,my angel reef."

Cater Diamond

He was soundly asleep, curled in his thick blanket when he felt his bed got weighed down as someone slipped in-between the blanket and him.

Cater half yawned, half uttered an incoherent "What?" before he recognized the oh so familiar curves of your body pressing against him and the scent of the new shampoo he'd just bought for you lingering in your hair.

You were clinging to him, head nuzzling into his chest and hands gripping the side of his arms as if your whole life depended on you.

He smiled in the dark then. He had left his front door unlocked purposely after all. Call it a trust fall test.

"Hey,this is my bed, y'know" He murmured, lightly inching away from your touch as he rubbed his eyes. You simply pulled him back towards you, your form curling into a slight ball as your legs came in-between his. It was such an intimate response. Did you know what you were doing?

"Hm, it's gonna cost ya a lot more rent sleeping here with me, y'know? Are you okay with me charging more?" He was leaning into you now,his warmth making your squirm underneath him. You understood what Cater meant when he used the word 'rent', but you didn't move away or started crying like you used to do before. No, you felt more accepting now, Cater could feel it in the way your body seemed to yearn for his.

He couldn't help himself from chuckling though. The sight of you all needy for him was immensely adorable, he was half tempted to snap a picture, but then it would've ruined the mood wouldn't it? It's fine, he could settle with imprinting this memory in his mind. This moment of victory of his.

"Suit yourself then. But I gotta ask why are you so cold, cupcake? Did you take a long walk outside by yourself without your coat again? It's near winter, y'know. You could've gotten sick."

Not as sick as he was but that wasn't the point. The point was that you did decided to take advantage of the front door being left unlocked, and you did try to run away, but only to realize how dark and eery the neighborhood seemed for someone who wasn't all that accustomed to it. How each passing sound lurking in the shadows of the alley made your skin crawl and your throat dry.

It was terrifying, you realized then standing in the darkened empty street. And when you heard the wind breeze through the chilled air, you subconsciously held out a hand, searching for the familiar grip of Cater.

It was weird. An unsettling feeling you were aware you shouldn't oblige to, and yet, you had never felt so happy to have been inside Cater's house. To be held by him. To hear his voice. It was like you were falling into a trance of madness.

Oh,but isn't that just love in its purest form?

"Hold me,Cater" You whined, burying your face into his chest, earning a small laugh from the male who wrapped his arms around you and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Sure thing, cupcake."

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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Good Boyfriend

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Pro Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,2k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Manipulation

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“You're always pestering me to do impossible things. ‘A boyfriend who does that is bad for you,’ all my friends tell me, and they were against you.” - 100 Meter Conbini [AKB48]

“A boyfriend who pressures you to do the things you don’t want to do is bad for you.”

You remembered what your friend said to you a few days ago when you recounted the story of Bakugou forcing you to quit your part-time job. You understood that he did it with your best interest in mind – at least, that was what you hoped – because he saw just how fatigued you were. He’d told you that he’d help you pay your bills and everything else; his salary as a famous Pro Hero was enough to cover the necessities and even another stomach.

“Just focus on your study,” he said, waving a dismissive hand when you inquired about his reason. As appreciative as you were with his help, you didn’t want to rely on him more than necessary. Sure, he was your boyfriend, but he had no responsibility to cover your bills. He wasn’t your husband, for God’s sake!

However, you knew that if you complained about this to him, he’d most likely dismiss you again or yell for you to just shut up and accept it. The unpredictability of his response was always daunting; something that you never told him in fear of his reaction. He might’ve grown a bit calmer in adulthood, but traces of his less than pleasant attitude would always remain.

And that meant his observation was still as keen as ever, possibly even sharper than in the past.

“Oi, what’s with the long face?” he inquired gruffly, calloused hands gripping the guard rail that separated the road from the cliff. He liked to bring you here on nights where you both weren’t able to sleep, driving around the city aimlessly and enjoying the nippy air. The road was quiet and empty, saved for the distant chirps of crickets. It was probably your favorite spot now.

You snapped out of your thoughts and blinked repeatedly. Bakugou patiently waited for you to gather your bearing, noting that you’d spaced out a lot lately.

“I’m fine.” you tittered. “Just thinking about… stuff.”

He quirked a brow. “And what is this ‘stuff’?” he prodded.

“Nothing important.”

“Were you thinking about your job again?”

You fell quiet. He wasn’t wrong, you did think about it occasionally. You wondered what your boss had reacted when Bakugou texted them that you wanted to resign, or whether your colleagues missed you at all. Bakugou never bothered to answer your questions further except for a simple ‘it’s done’, and you found out that he’d deleted their contacts under the pretense of keeping your attention to college.

Oddly enough, none of them ever attempted to contact you, either. It was like they’d vanished from the face of Earth, or maybe that was just you. Honestly, you couldn’t blame them for being mad at you regarding your abrupt resignation. You would be mad, too. And it wasn’t as though you had enemies in there, anyway. You always tried to maintain friendly, or at the very least, professional relationship with them.

Still, it hurt to be forgotten that easily. Did you even mean something to them? Or were you just another worker, a mere blip in their lives?

You’d never know the answer because Bakugou always prevented you from leaving beyond going to the campus. During his day off, he liked to accompany you to the grocery store or wherever you wanted to be. Sometimes, he even bought you groceries himself. It was a stroke of rare luck – almost a blessing – that you managed to reunite with your friend without his knowledge, either.

Maybe he really was bad for you.

At your silence, Bakugou sighed. “Told you to stop thinking about ‘em. You’re not working for them anymore, so why do you still bother?”

“It’s not that easy, okay?” Running a hand through your slightly messy locks, you frowned almost frustratingly. “I’ve been working in there for so long, and then suddenly I quit–” you sighed woefully, staring down at the dark wisp that blanketed the cliff below. “Do they even miss me?”

“They don’t.” You snapped your head towards him. Bakugou merely gazed forward, his apathetic face served to burden your constricting chest. “Visited them a month ago, didn’t look like they missed anyone at all.”

“O-oh, is that so?” You couldn’t keep the tremble from affecting your voice as you looked away, tears pricking your eyes. “That’s quite... disappointing.”

It was heartbreaking, but you opted to stay silent. You had a feeling that he’d hate you to cry over them. You couldn’t bring yourself to question why he told you now, either.

“Told you already.”

You bit your lip at his condescending remark. Well, how would you know? It wasn’t as if he allowed you to go anywhere unsupervised, anyway.

A surge of exasperation flowed through your veins as you balled your hands against the railing. Your friend was right; he was bad for you. That’s why you couldn’t let this continue any longer. You needed to stop him before his tendency worsened.

“Bakugou, maybe we should just break up.”

You jolted a little when he snapped his head towards you. Gone was the nonchalance that smoothed over the wrinkles on his face, replaced by frigid acrimony that congealed your blood.

“What? What did you just say to me, [Name]? Care to repeat that?” he inquired through ground teeth.

You gulped, trying to keep the shiver at bay. Suddenly, the night felt a lot colder, not even your jacket was enough to give you any warmth.

“I… I said we should break up,” you replied somewhat meekly.

Bakugou said nothing for the next couple of minutes. He merely glared daggers at you as the wind howled in the background, filling the tensed silence between you.

“… It’s that girl, isn’t it?”

You froze, dilated eyes transfixed on nothing in particular. And yet, you still had some courage – or stupidity – to fool him. “N-no, of course not. I–”

“Don’t lie to me, [Name],” he growled, earning a flinch from you. “You think I didn’t know that you went out with her without my permission?”

“That’s exactly it, Bakugou!” You skillfully directed the focus on him, just like it should be. “You’re always trying to control me. That’s not how a good boyfriend is supposed to act.

“What do you know about that, anyway? Am I not your first boyfriend? How do you know the difference between a good and a bad boyfriend?”

“W-well, that’s…” Damn it, he caught you there. He truly had a strong memory. “That’s because… a good boyfriend wouldn’t try to dictate his girlfriend.”

“What makes you think I’m dictating you?” he retorted smoothly, though his darkening features suggested otherwise. His patience was wearing thin, you realized. “You do realize how dangerous the world is, don’t you? There’s always danger in every corner, and with me as a Pro Hero, the chance of you being attacked is high. Isn’t it a ‘good’ boyfriend’s job to protect his girlfriend?”

You opened your mouth, trying to counter him with anything – even if it was a petty insult – but you couldn’t even form the right words. He already defeated you at your own game, and there was nothing left for you to do other than anticipating his next strike.

Bakugou spared you a sinister glance as he turned his body towards the cliff. “If you say that nonsense again, I won’t hesitate to lock you in your own house.”

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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For The Sake Of You

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,6k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, implied obsessiveness

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

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“I hope very soon you'll see all the love I have (for you) I've been holding some inside, 'cause I thought it was too much (for you).” - I’ll Do Anything For You [Denroy Morgan]

“Do I… really look fat?” you mused as you stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted slightly to reveal your stomach. You knew that compared to the lean girls you often saw in your school – or anywhere else, really – you had a bit of fat. And you knew that in a country where it prized slender and pale figure, a chubby body was often looked down upon as though it was the ugliest thing anyone had ever seen.

It was hard to stay optimistic. You weren’t oblivious to the sneers and dirty glances, by any means, nor were you dumb enough to not notice the reluctant smiles the girls wore every time they invited you to their sports groups.

You’d tried to ignore it, though, thinking that it’d pass. There was no way everyone would suffer forever, right? At least, that was what those quotes on the internet told you. You didn’t want to burden yourself more with their snide remarks, the countless homework and projects had done their job already. But you couldn’t stay impervious now, can you? There was only so much you could stomach, so many bitter pills to swallow, and your growing insecurity didn’t help you in the slightest.

You could only pray for a good tomorrow and for those people to stop mocking you, but even that wasn’t enough.

Because you knew they wouldn’t stop, as painful as it was to admit it. As long as you still had this body, they wouldn’t cease to nitpick every single thing from you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

And yet, the school’s heartthrob, Kim Taehyung, always went out of his way to approach you. You didn’t know why he did that, not when there were other prettier and richer girls striving for his attention. Not to mention, he had this strange tendency to call you pet names as if you were dating each other. You remembered being uncomfortable and pleaded him to stop in fear of people picking up the – in your eyes – nonexistent signs and got the wrong idea. You didn’t think you could bear any more insults from them.

Taehyung had chuckled then, promising that he wouldn’t call you affectionately in front of other students ever again. And you’d sighed in relief and thanked him for his consideration, thinking that you’d finally solved a problem before it could grow out of hand.

It didn’t. Well, not exactly. Taehyung seemed to be more doting in private, often dropping by your house and buying your favorite food despite your protests. Sometimes he invited you to go out, his cute grin weakening your resolve. You wondered if he knew the effect on you, or if he purposefully used that against you. It wasn’t as though he was blind to his admirers groveling him at pretty much every opportunity, and yet, he didn’t look like he was actively enjoying the attention, either. He kept his gaze solely on you, even in a crowded place.

It was like he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you no matter what. Regardless of your attempts to deter him, he always ‘rebounded’ faster and showered you with more affection than usual. You’d learned that it’d be good, and wise, to let him do whatever he wanted because you couldn’t handle his onslaught of love without dying from blood loss.

And, surprisingly, he took great care of yourself too. Sometimes, you even suspected him treating you like fragile glass. It was weird, in a slightly flattering way, because some boys treated you rather roughly due to your size. They thought that you’d be okay without ever noticing, nor would they care much about your feelings. You didn’t know if you should be grateful or weirded out with the new, and honestly pleasant, situation.

You swiftly pulled down your shirt and turned around, grinning like a child being caught red-handed by their parents. You forgot that he liked to have a sleepover at your house on weekends because his own house was too ‘quiet and lonely’. Your parents were fond of him and wasted no time in preparing the guest room, wanting to please their ‘son’. Though, with how often he slept here, it might as well be his room now. Whenever you asked his reason, he’d either deflect it or say that his parents didn’t pay him enough attention like yours did. Both of them didn’t convince you in the slightest, but you eventually dropped it. Besides, he was a good guest and you and your parents had no complaint regarding his presence.

You hadn’t paused to think about his ‘infallible charm’ that people often mentioned, though.

“Taehyung, w-what are you doing in my room?” You shakily turned the attention back to him, hoping that it wouldn’t provoke his suspicion even further. He was unconvinced, however, and frowned.

“I’ve been calling you to watch the TV with me. Didn’t you hear?” He gave you no chance to respond and merely stepped forward. “No, of course, you didn’t hear. Someone has been messing with your mind too much lately, am I right?”

You supposed there was no use in hiding from him. Taehyung could be awfully perceptive if he wanted to, especially if it involved you. Perhaps it was the reason why your parents trusted him so much because they felt like he could ‘protect’ you when they weren’t able to.

“I-it’s nothing!” You waved your hands frantically like it’d deter him from cornering you against the mirror. “I-I was just… looking at my stomach, see if I can… improve a bit.”

He cocked his head, looking more and more displeased with your pitiful responses. “Improve or change?” He framed the question like it was rhetorical, and you knew he got you there. Very soon, he was merely inches away from your trembling body. Warm breath fanned your head as he raised a hand to touch your cheek. You flinched, and that was enough to freeze him temporarily. “Tell me who they are. I’ll make sure they regret ever mocking you.”

You snapped your head towards him, face blanched upon seeing the cold fury that clung like ice to his visage. Why did he look so angry? Did your insecurity affect him that much? You thought you were the only one who had been suffering silently but turned out, he was in no better position than yourself. It felt… weird and enlightening to know that someone cared about you, discounting the implication of his ‘demand’.

Was this what having a friend felt like? Someone who noticed your pain and determined to work it out? If so, then you were fully grateful for his existence.

“No, no, don’t do that. It’s… it’s bad, okay? Just drop it, I’ll be fine.” You smiled up to him, trying to alleviate his indignation and weaken the resolve behind those frigid eyes. “Besides, we’ll graduate soon, anyway. So there’s no need to pick a fight with anyone.”

However, Taehyung merely shook his head stubbornly. “No, this has been happening for too long. You fake a smile to me and say that everything’s fine, but I know that you’re suffering. It’s obvious that you want to cry, and every time I console you, you always push me away.” A slow, understanding smile stretched his lips. “But I understand now. You don’t want me to comfort you because you want me to solve it instead, isn’t that right, [Name]?”

“W-what? No! It’s really nothing, Taehyung. I–” A swift glare from him managed to root you on the spot. Sensing no way out – it was too late now, you should’ve known something like this would happen soon – you sighed. “It’s just the girls, and yeah, their words kinda hurt me. But you won’t hurt them, right? Please don’t do anything drastic.”

Taehyung regarded you for a moment. “… It depends.”

“Taehyung, please.” You grabbed his arms before he could withdraw them, voice teetering the fine line of desperation and assertion. You didn’t know how strong he was, or how far he’d take his ‘promise’, but the thought of anyone being hurt made you sick. “Please don’t be so rash. If anyone finds out, you could get expelled!”

“I don’t really care about that,” he replied emotionlessly, much to your astonishment. “As long as you exist, I’m willing to do anything for you.”

You gaped at him. Somehow, the determination behind those words managed to make you sicker than you thought possible. You knew you should’ve been flattered, instead. Nobody would take the time to help you, especially when it involved something as ‘trivial’ as your insecurity. Even your parents couldn’t do much with your predicament, believing that everything would be okay as time passed.

Yet, here he was, proclaiming his ‘service’ to you. And with such a resolute face, too.

Perceiving the fear on your dumbfounded visage, Taehyung smiled amicably and reached out to pat your head. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt them,” he said softly, a reassurance that sounded hollow in your ears.

And true to his words, the girls no longer bullied you. In fact, you didn’t see their faces all day. Other students knew better than to tease you now, or else they’d suffer a vicious glower from the one and only heartthrob.

When you questioned Taehyung about this, he merely beamed and slung an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to his. You noticed that aside from some curious glances, nobody dared to speak up against the blatant affection.

“They’re far from us now, I made sure of it.” he chirped, smiling down at your concerned expression. "So don't worry your pretty little head, okay? Everything will be fine now."

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