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lordsister · 5 years

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Loved Not Wisely (Yandere!Lawless x Reader)

Yandere warning: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, murder, sadism

Shifting, you winced as the ropes around your wrists dug into your skin, blood soaking the rough material. You had no idea where you were, but could make out bright lights beyond the blindfold covering your eyes.

One minute you were walking along, everything seemingly normal, and the next everything went black, the smell of chemicals filling your lungs. You woke up tied to a chair, gagged and blindfolded. From what you could tell you were alone, your captor missing. You had no idea how much time had passed or where you were, and as much as you struggled against your restraints, they didn't budge.

The adrenaline from your initial realization about what had happened slowly wearing off, you tried to think. Your first instincts told you to get free and run, run as fast as you could, but neither of those things proved possible, the rope around your wrists too strong. When struggling proved useless you took to trying to get the blindfold off, and when that didn't work you started screaming for help.

With each passing moment your panic grew because you knew...

It was only a matter of time before whoever had kidnapped you came back.

You screamed until your voice was raw, but with no luck. Wherever you were, no one could hear you. From under the blindfold, tears streamed down your face, your body beginning to shake. Racing with terror, your mind jumped to the worst possible conclusions.

'Why am I here? What's going to happen to me? Am I...Am I going to die here?' You choked back a sob. 'Why did this even happen to me? Who would do something like this? Why?'

Searching your memory, you tried to think of any time in the past where you'd felt like you were being watched or stalked, but nothing particular came to mind.

'Is this some sort of hostage situation then? Like for a robbery?'

Oh you and your naïve little mind. You had no idea what was really happening, no idea at all about what horrors were to come.

Biting his thumbnail, Hyde watched in wicked amusement as his sweet little love struggled and cried, caught hopelessly in his clutches. Your screams almost sounded like the tweets of a caged bird, batting its wings at the bars of its cage as it panicked, but birds always settle down after a while and so did you, your cries for help reducing to tears.

How beautiful you looked, tied up on stage like a tragedy waiting to happen. He knew it was a good idea to bring you to the theater. No other setting fit what was about to happen more perfectly.

Hyde could barely believe the time had finally come for him to take you after so many long months of watching. Finally, finally he could fulfill the urges he'd been feeling for you since day one when he accidentally bumped into you on the street. The Servamp of Greed couldn't say what exactly it was about you that caught his eye, just that it was a feeling, a feeling that had taken over his entire life.

What started out as a simple encounter turned into sleepless nights of thinking, wondering, fantasizing about you. Who were you? What was your name? What were you like? What did you love? What did you hate?

At the end of all his wondering, Hyde arrived at a single conclusion.

When he bumped into you, you smiled at him, asked if he was alright. You didn't glare or frown or tell him to look where he was going. No, you smiled at him and it was arguably one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen in his dark, tragic life. And if you smiled that meant you didn't hate him, and if you didn't hate him then maybe that meant you liked him, and maybe, just maybe it was more than that...

Maybe...just maybe...you loved him too...

Maybe it was his mind filling in for the complete lack of knowledge he had about you, but what it created was a dark seed planted deep in his heart, slowly sprouting as his obsession grew.

If he could fall in love with you in the space of a five second encounter then didn't that mean you could've fallen in love with him too?

It was only a matter of time before Hyde started stalking you, the desire eating away at his sanity making it almost painful not to. Day and night he watched you, uncaring when his tether to Licht grew dangerously taught. The Austrian boy no longer mattered now that he'd found you, the person he would make his new Eve.

Licht Jekylland Todoroki was the first victim of his obsession for you, killed by his own hands just like all the other Eves of Greed before him.

After the job was done, Hyde, no...Lawless felt as if he could finally breath easy. Now there was nothing separating him from you! Throwing away the name Licht had given him, he could barely contain his excitement to gain his new name.

The night before he kidnapped you, Lawless watched from outside your window as you slept fitfully, tossing and turning. What were you dreaming about?

A cocky smile crossed his lips.

Were you maybe dreaming about him?

His delight only grew as your thrashing progressed, an obvious nightmare playing out in your dreams.

Now here you were, those nightmares turned into reality, hopelessly ensnared in his trap.

Rising to his feet, the theater seat flipped up, red velvet smacking red velvet and creating a sound that made you still. Lawless chuckled. Now you knew you hadn't been alone this entire time.

Fingers brushing the polished knives on his belt, Lawless began to make his way towards you, relishing the sound his footfalls made as he slunk down the aisle toward you. From where he was, he could make out the rapid motion of your chest as you began to panic and he couldn't help but smile as he climbed the steps to the stage.

Now the show was about to start...

Panic and fear rose in your throat, choked whimpers escaping your mouth as footsteps neared you. You hadn't been alone? Your captor had been watching the entire time? A new kind of fear rushed through your veins, the true severity of your situation sinking in. You held your breath as the footsteps stopped, right next to you.

"Give me a name..." an unfamiliar male voice murmured in your ear, warm breath brushing your skin. "Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice..."

"Wh-Who are y-ah!" You yelped as a cold hand grabbed your throat, squeezing just hard enough that you could still breath, but barely.

"Give me a name!" the voice growled in your ear, sharp teeth nipping harshly at the shell. "Make me your own..." his voice softened, the grip on your neck loosening. Wandering fingers brushed down the column of your throat before tracing back up to your jaw. "Become my Eve, my Eve of Greed..."

'What...?'

Eve of Greed? You had no idea what that meant or what was going on. It sounded like your captor was reciting lines from a play.

'Is there some line I'm supposed to know? He wants me to give him a name...?'

Something cold touched your cheek, its sharp edge tracing to the corner of your mouth and you froze.

"Give me a name, give me a name, give me a name!" he demanded, the knife pressed against your face, threatening to break the skin.

Swallowing, your lips parted just slightly, a name escaping on a breath. It wasn't an ordinary name, but the only thing you could think of in this situation. With a crazy person holding a knife to your face and whispering Shakespeare into your ear, demanding a name from you, the name you gave him was "Othello."

...Because by no means was he a Romeo.

His relieved sigh fanning across your face, you felt him lean into the space between your neck and shoulder, his body pressing against yours. The blindfold loosened and fell away, allowing you to finally see your kidnapper. You would've called him handsome if it hadn't been for the insanity in his red eyes. Around his neck, a chain glowed, leading to your still-bound hands.

"A pleasure to meet you, Eve of Greed," he chuckled, his lips skimming down your jaw to your throat. "I'm Lawless of Greed. You can call me your Othello." The knife struck the stage floor with a clatter and you sucked in a shaky breath as his lips attached to your neck, his hands moving to grip the side of your head and your shoulder.

"P-Please, don't-!!!" A scream left your lips and you thrashed in panic as fangs pierced the skin of your neck. Tears flowed down your face and cries of pain escaped your clenched jaws as the vampire at your neck moaned and slurped, helping himself to his new Eve's blood and solidifying his bond to you.

A long minute of terror passed before your vision began to darken around the edges, blood loss bringing an end to your struggling. Faintly, you felt the vampire stop drinking, his bloody lips traveling up the side of your neck.

"Speak of one that lov'd not wisely but too well..." A kiss on your jaw. "Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought..." A kiss to the corner of your lips. "Perplex'd in the extreme..."

The last thing you saw was the glowing red of lawless eyes before you slipped into darkness, the tragic maiden in greed's cruel play.

A/N: This turned out to be tamer than I thought it would, but oh well. I do not own Servamp or any of its characters.

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aly-kurta · 3 years

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Servamp requests rules

Okay so, I decided to create this post to officially say I'll finally write for servamp!

Aly's preferences/details:

- The rules are basically the same as my other requests (just go to the "rules" section in my navigation post);

- PLEASE if your request has any possible spoiler in it such as "Hey would you mind writing reader's reaction to *insert certain event that can be a spoiler*" put a spoiler warning! I caught up with the manga and watched the movie and know everything about the series but many other fans didn't!

- I'd like to inform y'all that I can write for any character but those requests related to the C3 will take a little longer since I gotta figure out their personalities!

- My favourite characters to write for are: Lawless, Licht and Kuro!

Know me better:

- The fucking Lawless simp phase I was in the last years speaks for itself about who my favorite character is. I also love Gear, Licht and Mikuni.

- I kin Licht, but also Misono. Yeah, I'm a tsundere thanks for asking. I also have the same MBTI (aka INTJ) as Licht and Misono but also as Gear and yes slander me about my personality being shit. 💀

- If I were an Eve my Servamp would be Sleepy Ash. My friends say it would be All of Love but mainly because my name is Alice (who watched the movie or knows a lot about the Alicein/Arisuin family knows 💀💀💀💀💀).

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blossom-hwa · 2 years

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can i please request checkmate? i love your works sm you're my fav writer 🥺

checkmate!!!!! holy shit!!!! the series I should definitely be starting but can't seem to write f in the chat thank you for kindly peer pressuring me into writing some of it anon <3 I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoy this :)

Winter break drabble game: send me a WIP and maybe a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble from that WIP for you!

(read the rest of the Kingdom series here!)

Title: The Hand of Hearts

WIP: Checkmate (Kingdom)

Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Triggers: N/A

Juyeon isn’t stupid. His sister may joke that the world moves too fast for him sometimes, but he’s not daft. He knows to keep his valuables hidden, especially in a place as lawless as Hearts, which is why the insignia around his neck has been kept out of sight behind his shirt since they arrived.

But it’s been a damn long day of haggling with stall owners for what their money is worth, and Juyeon is at his wit’s end. So when he drops the small pack of dried fruit Jacob just managed to barter for and has to pick it up, he’s more concerned with making sure there’s no dust on the fruit than the insignia threatening to drop out of his shirt.

It drops. Juyeon panics and shoves it back into his clothes.

It’s already too late.

“Was that gold I just saw?” the shopkeeper asks in a conspiratorially low voice. Greed glints in their eyes when Juyeon stands up, desperately trying not to feel the metal lump against his chest. “I’ll trade a pretty penny for something like that, boy.”

Juyeon schools his features into something that hopefully resembles confusion, disdain, and maybe a little bit of disgust for her breath - seriously, what did she eat for lunch? “I don't know what you’re talking about,” he says, handing over the money for the fruit.

“Oh, keep your coins.” She shoves away his hand, leaning forward. “If you give me that piece of gold you have, I’ll let you have my entire store.”

“There’s no gold,” Jacob says, stepping forward. Juyeon takes in the tight set of his lips, the concealed impatience behind his eyes - even the mage is getting annoyed. “Take the money, and we’ll be leaving.”

“He has gold,” the shopkeeper snaps, abandoning her friendly pretense as she points an accusing finger towards Juyeon. “I saw it with my own eyes. And I will have it even if you don’t give it -”

As the shopkeeper’s voice rises, as Jacob’s rises to meet it, more and more people begin to take note, forming a crowd around the stall. Juyeon tries to stay inconspicuous, but that’s hard given his height and the fact that the woman keeps pointing her damn finger at him, and as the crowd grows, he starts to panic. “Jacob,” he whispers, nudging the mage. “Get ready -”

“Is this another case of not understanding the word no, Min?”

The shopkeeper - Min - whirls around with a scowl. Juyeon follows her gaze.

You part the crowd easily, an unbothered smile on your lips. “The gentlemen said there was no gold more than once,” you say, stepping right into Min’s face. “And even if there was gold, you have no right to press, correct? Or are you so in need of money already?” Mock confusion and pity fall over your expression. “What happened to the money you were lent just a couple of weeks ago?”

Min colors. Opens her mouth. Then looks at you, at the crowd, and then at Juyeon, who doesn’t buckle under her stare.

She closes her mouth.

“That’s what I thought.” You smile. “Now let the man pay for his wares, and I’ll leave you to go about the rest of your day.”

Juyeon hurriedly drops the handful of coins on the counter and turns away, Jacob right next to him. Thankfully, Min says nothing more, and the crowd begins to disperse. He sighs and turns to you. “Thank you -”

“Oh, don’t thank me yet.” You grab his wrist with a surprisingly strong grip. “Come with me. You and your friend.”

You drag him into an alley between two empty stalls. Juyeon throws your hand off the second he’s able and whirls in your direction. “Why -”

“Solid gold, isn’t it?” You hold the insignia up to the light, the smile on your face blatantly disregarding the horror that must be in his expression. “Oh, don’t be like that,” you say, glancing over. “Foreigners, aren’t you? I’ll give this back as soon as you answer a few questions.”

Juyeon swallows. The insignia would come back to him if he walked away now, but he also doesn’t want the knowledge of its magic in your hands. It’s already bad enough that he’s indebted to you for helping him out - he can’t let you know more than you already do. Besides, he can lie.

“Wise decision.” You grin. “So. Names?”

“Sangyeon.”

“Joonyoung.”

“Liars.”

He looks at Jacob, who only blinks back. “What?”

“You lied.” You close your fist around the insignia. Juyeon fights the urge to just grab it back. Something tells him you’d evade him, anyway. “You’ve got one more chance.”

“... Juyeon.”

“Jacob.”

“That’s better.” You cock your head. “Where are you from?”

Truth or lie? Juyeon meets Jacob’s gaze out of the corner of his eye but the mage only shrugs, looking as lost as he is.

He settles on the truth. You saw through his lie so easily earlier - he doesn’t need you to see through him again. “The Onyx Kingdom.”

You squint, leaning forward, then back away. “Telling the truth. Hm. See, you shouldn’t do that.”

Juyeon sputters. “You would’ve eaten me alive if I hadn’t!”

“Then learn to lie.” The smile you flip him is infuriating. “Anyway, what are you here for?”

Jacob steps in. “We’re looking for someone.”

For a long moment, you say nothing, just raise an eyebrow. When neither Jacob nor Juyeon breaks the silence, you raise the other eyebrow. “Really. Two Onyx men, looking for someone in the Hand of Hearts?”

Juyeon bites his lip hard. He can’t tell you more - won’t tell you more - because telling you more means giving away his identity and his purpose and it’s entirely possible (probable, even) that involving you will only make things messier. He opens, his mouth, ready to demand that you give the insignia back now -

A flash of gold flips into the air. Juyeon barely manages to catch the insignia before it falls into the dirt. “I won’t pry,” you promise, laughing as Juyeon fumbles to put the necklace back on. “It’s not my business. Just don’t get in the way of anybody here, or you might lose your head.”

Juyeon can’t tell if you’re being figurative or literal. One look at Jacob tells him not to ask.

“A word of advice to you.” The smile slips from your face. “Be very careful here. I might be sympathetic to foreigners, but many others are not. Especially to those from the Board of Chess.”

Jacob raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Why aren’t you the same?”

“People are people, no?” You shrug. “I don’t give a spade what you’re doing here, as long as you don’t interfere with me. The ones who get political are higher up, and I’m certainly not one of them.” Suddenly your gaze turns sharper, bladed. “But if you do interfere with my affairs, I promise you things won’t end well.”

A shudder runs down Juyeon’s spine. Somehow, even though he doesn’t know you at all, he doesn’t have the slightest doubt that your words are true.

“Have a good day, gentlemen.” The smile slips easily back onto your face, so easily it’s almost unnerving. “Take care to stay out of trouble.”

You’re out of the alley by the time Juyeon finds his voice again. “Well,” he says, words almost cracking, “that was something.”

“It really was.” Jacob laughs, but it sounds shaky. “I almost thought they were going to eat us alive or something.”

Juyeon shudders. You were nothing other than polite, if a bit infuriatingly flippant, but the ease with which you stole the necklace from right around his neck and the look in your eyes when you warned them... “Let’s just go,” he says, turning to the alley entrance. “We should get out of here.”

Jacob nods. Turns. Juyeon follows his steps, one hand going to throat to feel the lump of gold against his chest.

And finds nothing.

“Jacob.”

The mage turns around. “What?”

“The insignia.” Juyeon fumbles with his shirt - it’s gone, it’s gone, the entire necklace is gone - “It’s not here.”

Jacob’s eyes widen. “I - how?” he asks. “I was watching them the whole time, they couldn’t have stolen it - they gave it back!”

“I know,” Juyeon breathes. “I know, I - but if they didn’t steal it -”

Oh.

Pawns and kings. Juyeon swallows.

You’re the one he’s been trying to find.

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windyblight · 3 years

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“You’re okay,” You whisper while your face is buried on the nape of his neck.

The weight of those two words struck Nanami’s mind. He had tried to not admit it. Try to not let his throat tighten at the sight of graying hair on the strands of your hair. Nor let his heart be shaken at the wrinkles evident between the crease of your brows. A reminder of the little time you have compared to his. Mortality. A divine difference between the two of you.

pairing: nanami kento x gn!reader

tags: soulmate, yearning, reunion, hurt and comfort, light angst, fallen angel au (but more like Devil Number 4), super fluff

author's note: welcome to self-indulgent fic 101, presented by yours truly. ash. i was listening to fox rain by lee sunhee then recalling the plot to devil number 4 (the webtoon) and started bawling. so yeah,,

it's on ao3 as well!

Nanami Kento firmly believes in abiding by the rules. Not because he believes that it will prove to have its merits. No. Simply, it's because a lawless world would ultimately lead to incomprehensible chaos. Such chaos would not find a place in his life. He had made sure of it.

A lawless world invites greed, encourages wrongdoings, and stirred the hearts away from any sense of clarity. Such a thing which became the fate that befallen humanity at the beginning of time, after all. The desire for more that they couldn't handle.

Heavenly beings, such as angels, are able to exist because of rules. Even demons have their own set of rules, though he admits they're much more cathartic and slightly grim in comparison.

An angel’s duty is ultimately to guide over the greater good of humanity until the very end of their mortality. An angel mustn’t show favoritism, nor exhibit emotions. Traits that are deemed human-like. It prevents them from ever seeing things with pure clarity.

To see through the soul at its core without clouding the self with personal feelings.

And yet,

“You’ve come again, my angel?”

The fond nickname slips effortlessly from your lips, like a gentle breeze that sways against the firm branches of a tree. A smile stretches across your face. One that always greets him whenever he makes an appearance. He only sighs.

“Enough with the embarrassing nickname.”

“Eh? Why? I thought you liked it!”

He does, but he won’t admit it to you. Though, nothing fools you. You, an enigma of a being. Your demeanor that resembles the sun. And with each touch, he fears he’d burn. But, your smile alone is enough to ease the thunderous storm in his heart and mind. You are only human yet to him, not a single being in heaven would compare to your glow.

“If you’re going to greet me like that when I come home, make it less embarrassing.”

“Hmmm,” You squint your eyes. “Try to fool me all you want, Kento. But I can see through you. You like it. You’ve got that look in your eyes!”

“This is the look of a man who needs a shower.”

You laugh. The kind of laugh that never fails to get his heart pound against his chest. A soft laugh that could tame even the thunderous storms. He’s not one for jokes, but if every lame one could bring that out of you, he’d do it time and time again.

“Guess I’ll just have to start making dinner for my shower-deprived spouse, hm?” You beam at him, tugging at the grocery bag hanging in his hand. He leans close, pressing his lips against your forehead. You hum gently at the kiss. Your hands had its grip on his shirt. Tightening themselves, trembling.

“You’re okay,” You whisper while your face is buried on the nape of his neck.

The weight of those two words struck Nanami’s mind. He had tried to not admit it. Try to not let his throat tighten at the sight of graying hair on the strands of your hair. Nor let his heart be shaken at the wrinkles evident across your face. A reminder of the little time you have compared to his. Mortality. A divine difference between the two of you.

“I'm okay,” He echoes your words. Hoping it would give even the slightest reassurance to your trembling body wrapped between his arms. “And I won’t go anywhere. Not again.”

The realm was not very forgiving. For he, an angel, to have given in to personal feelings for a single human. The punishment was severe. He’d been deprived of his immortality, left to have every sense of what makes him divine plundered by creatures in the depths. That, in a matter of days. But time works differently in the heavenly realm compared to the mortal realm.

He was mortified at the realization. The time he has suffered through that equates to nearly two decades in the mortal realm.

Nanami Kento firmly believed in abiding by the heavenly rules. But those very rules almost cost you, your life. You, a person driven by their kindness and understanding. You, a person almost driven to the end of your mortal life due to others' insecurity. Even so, you live through your days still with the same kindness in your heart.

For you, rules by those in power meant nothing to him. This was no justice. There's no fairness in that.

His fingers run themselves through your hair. Letting it tangle through some of the greying strands as he basks himself in you. It You being in his arms, at long last. Your eyes glisten at the sight of him, tearful. He must not have the similar radiance as he did when you first met. A defeated soul, bruised shell of a being yet with every ounce of his being, he’d find himself back to you.

“Now, let me take care of you.” You echo the same words he told you all those times ago. The words that would lead to his ruin as once a divine being. Yet, the same words that would be the light that peaks through the darkness of his vigorous, steady world.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x gender neutral reader

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