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Yandere Norton Hcs

Content warnings: Constant gaslighting, social manipulation, death/it's all your fault thoughts abt reader, Norton fractures ur bones sometimes, and forced hair alteration

Important note: This is a two part commission that my client would like public! Y/n format, but they are upbeat and happy with friends and all. 5.5k words.

Yandere Joseph pt.2 (coming soon)

Norton

Didn't trust you at first

He's wary of everyone, but even after you had learned the horrifying truth of the manor, you had high spirits for everyone including yourself

Of course you were scared shitless just like every other newbie, but unlike him, you didn't shield yourself away from people

How envious he was of that natural click of yours

Introverted or not, you were still friendly and approachable when the atmosphere was right

His stoic stare and large build intimidated people. Great attributes for scaring off unwanted trouble back in his part of town, not so great for making potential friends in a never ending death game.

Even the nicest ones hesitated to talk to him from time to time

It's not like he wants everybody to be buddy buddy with him all the time. All Norton wants is something to ease his loneliness.

The only time where you could've interacted with him as a rookie was in matches

Sitting next to him, slightly panicking and asking him for tips, staying near him in the beginning of the game, etc.

"Don't wait at every pallet, but don't be scared to put one down if you need to. With some hunters, it's better to keep a decent distance."

Norton slightly felt like your teacher. It's funny in a way, but it's not as if he hasn't been a sort of mentor to newbies before. Everyone here as given tips and tricks to each other since the start of this wretched game.

But it felt much more different with you. You thanked and complimented him with a genuine smile on your face

No one here in this manor is sane nor is a morally good person. Only a select few are ethically innocent.

So why were you any different? Surely you were not one of those innocent few if your joyful facade hadn't cracked by now.

You must be a ticking time bomb that's been holding off for an insane period of time

Whatever the reason, it didn't matter. All that really stood out was your general kindness.

Scared of his tall stature you were, but within that anxiety, you had found a way to pass over his wall.

You had treated him like any other person. Sort of like a friend? A bit of friendly banter and failed small talk was attempted at times.

Though only silence was given in return, your failed communication was not in vain

Norton had wanted to say something back to you, but as hard as he tried, there was nothing to respond with. An unwanted lump in his throat prevented him from doing so.

The more you waved at him, glanced at him, played matches with him, supported him, saved him, paid attention to him...

The more and more it made him happy.

You were so pretty. So very nice. Too helpful. Too perfect.

He loved but hated you.

How can someone be so perfect? Someone like that can only be too good to be true. That's why he kept his distance and true feelings far away from you.

Even though you were only trying to be friendly, Norton thought you were trying to deceive him. Feeding him up on white lies and great treasures like happiness, only to pull all the shit back onto him.

It's only when you reassure him after a bad match is where all the pieces finally click together.

"I don't think you did anything wrong. If anything, instead of dwelling our mistakes, we should be focusing on our health. So, you okay?"

... How comforting of you. He questions you for the first time in forever why you would want to worry about other people and not yourself.

"Because, you're my teammate. Maybe not friends, but we got each other's backs when we need to."

Teammate

Yeah. Teammates.

Maybe not friends? Well, maybe you two could be better than that.

Close friends? Best friends?

Maybe even, lovers?

Norton's head went blank that moment

You had given him a comforting smile and announced your leave while reassuring him for any help he needs in the future

He was alone again. Not only did fear and regret accompany him now, but a strange new feeling grew beside him aswell.

Love. Maybe even, obsession? Yes

Ever since that day, every time you pass by, your figure becomes the magnet Norton is forcibly attracted to

He loves seeing you smile and laugh at stupid jokes that don't make sense. He loves your silence when your relaxed demeanor takes over.

There's no way your parents weren't popular for their looks. If not, how else would you be so beautiful? There may be other survivors here that are subjectively more attractive than you, but he doesn't care.

So what if that other person has a better eye shape? So what if that other person had a better silhouette? As long as he can look at you the way you are now, Norton does not give a damn.

Every feature and flaw is what makes you human. It's what makes you yourself! Every detail is worth noting for. He can prove it too! The writes in his diary all the time about your smile lines show in that one window lighting.

It's beautiful. Why would he even try to attempt to compare you to diamonds and precious ores when it'll all be futile? You'd just win too quickly.

Norton loves observing you. His intimidating appearance keeps people from confronting him about following you around from time to time.

"... I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Norton claimed, knowing full well that he was watching you from afar.

"I may not know the whole situation, but Campbell, you're acting really shady. I suggest you cut this act." They threatened.

Norton looks down on them, acting as if he was far above them, "Or else, what?" He takes a few slow steps forward and glares even harder, "Do your worst."

There is no way in hell they're defeating this 6'1 miner. They may have their courage and wits with them, but what will they do after their throat has been severely injured after being thrown across the room?

Oh right, nothing.

So that's why they stand down and retreat back to their rightful place. Not anywhere near you that is. Norton will make sure of it.

He hates it when other people talk to you. Even if it is the couple friends you've made here, he still gets incredibly envious.

An acidic churning breaks down every moral in his heart and stares daggers into those other people. Ah, it hurts so bad, yet you're still as happy as ever.

It's like you enjoy breaking his heart when your wrap your arms around their shoulders and say how much you missed them.

Don't you miss him? Don't you want to hold him? You said you'd be there when he needed help. You said you'd comfort him any time he'd be feeling blue.

You liar. Betraying him the second he turns his back. How dare you even think of looking him in the face again? With that dumb fucking happy go lucky facade yours.

You should just die like the rest of them. Making him work day and night only to get little to nothing in return. Just die die die die die die die die die die die

... Oh

Sorry

Norton didn't really mean that... He's so sorry, he loves you too much. His feelings for you just blow up and twist out of proportion when he gets jealous. His mood swings get the better of him.

They come and go so fast, he can hardly keep up

Even then, when he's not with you, all kinds of memories come flooding back to him, making things worse

When it gets bad, sometimes matches remind him of being in the mine. It all comes back to him at a light speed pace.

Manual labor. The smell of sweat running down his chest, infusing with his small wounds. The constant activity, no moment to rest, the thin frigid underground air...

The humidity of the Lakeside Village only worsens it sometimes. Long hot boring summers wrapped around his already exhausted body made it feel like he was in hell itself.

What did he do to deserve this?

He didn't do anything wrong, all he wants is just little money. After all, without it, the world stops spinning on it's axis and the ozone layer starts breaking further.

Maybe it's his punishment for being alive.

There isn't any reason he should be. All he was to his shit excuse of a father was another mouth to feed and an extra pair of hands to exploit.

Why was it so different now?

Well, maybe because you came along.

There have been many kind people he has met during his stay at the manor, but there hasn't been anyone quite as unique and human as you

You were talkative, yet you were laid back. You didn't treat anyone differently based on first impression. Everyone was a good friend once you talked to them, and you didn't doubt them one bit

Such a naive fool you are. Yet, that naivety granted you happiness with other people, even when they barely conversed back.

You were the best thing that has happened to him. All his life, it's been the same routine. Wake up, get ready for work, slave away at some rocks, eat, go back home, repeat.

Now that Norton has accepted the manor's invitation, it's been different, but it definitely still has been as lonely as ever.

If you never accepted that strange invitation, would he still be as miserable?

Probably even worse

That's why Norton devotes himself to every part of your being. Joy emanates from your presence and he just can't get enough of it.

He tries to talk to you, but he just can't find any good starters.

If he came up to you he would just end up standing in front of you doing nothing. You would think he was strange and you would probably avoid him from then on.

Unless you start complimenting him, or start rambling about random stuff, then this whole situation is a no brainer

Norton: ...

You: ... You need something Norton?

Norton: *A smile starts to creep up the corners of his mouth, but he turns his face away for a moment. God, the way you say his name makes him really happy*

You: Ohhhh haha, okay I get it. So uh, you liking the new essence? I think your outfit is basic but pretty cute. Too bad I didn't get anything.

Norton: *Blushing a bit* Yeah... It's unfair. Thanks though.

You: Oh don't go feeling bad for me! It's only a fancy costume anyway. Besides, I feel so much happier to see other people's designs.

His heart melts for you! Say his name one more time please. He's never felt so warm before.

He could just drop to his knees in front of you. He practically worships your entire existence. You're so much better than him, yet you're still so kind.

Norton definitely knows you're not all cookies, sunshine and rainbows, but he knows that you would never intentionally hurt someone just because you got a bit angry

"Ah, you're too good for me, but I want you more and more..."

Eventually, you were coming up to him and initiating conversations

At first, he couldn't even handle a conversation about his favorite food

But as time went on, he too was having long conversations with you. He doesn't have a lot of opinions as he doesn't care about anything other than things that benefit him personally, so he just lets you ramble.

You: You know, I hate it when people stand in front of pallets. Like, BRO MOVE I GOT SOMEWHERE TO GO AND YOU DO TOO IF THE HUNTER GETS ANY CLOSER!

Norton: I agree. It's very annoying. Not to name people, but there's a certain someone that likes to experiment in front of pallets...

You: Oh I know who you're talking about. Sweet person, but deadly to play with. I like their play style, but when they're at the same place I am at, I just can't help but PUSH em outta the way. It's you or me buddy!

Norton: As you should.

You: LMFAO RIGHT

The dramatics, passion, anger! It pleases him greatly that you have such an eccentric personality when you really get into the conversation.

He wishes you could share everything about yourself so he doesn't have to 'conveniently' be in the same room as you are when you talk to your little friends

You know, why do you have to talk to them when you can talk to him? You've already had a lot of conversations with him and seemed to enjoy all of them!

So stop hanging around them

"Y/n, I don't want to intrude on your personal business, but I think you should know that Tracy isn't as nice as she seems. She spends all her time in her room working on her mechanics. She barely even pays attention to you while you're speaking and just either waves you off or talks about herself. Don't you think that she's a bit self absorbed?"

Of course, none of that is true as Tracy is just passionate about her bots and tech.

But Norton says he isn't fond of her, so what do you do? You don't want to lose Norton.

You worked so hard to get through his cold walls, you can't lose it all now! He's so relaxing to talk to, and he's like a stress reliever when you aren't up for energy charged rants.

But, Tracy has been so good to you and she can spark up some really interesting intelligent conversations. She's not stupid or self absorbed at all, but you don't want to disagree with Norton too directly. What if he avoids you because he finds that you two just don't click anymore?

You stress over this, and he knows it. You want to please all your friends, but now that one doesn't like the other, how will you resolve this? Conflict might get ugly since it's these two, but ignoring this would make all the pressure weigh down on you.

He waits for a while, inputs more negative comments, and then he strikes

"Are you an idiot? She obviously doesn't care about you. If you still can't see that, then I don't know if you will be able to see what's coming next. I hope you do."

He's angry at you? Oh god he's mad at you.

These two would never have a civil conversation with each other. Tracy would be too focused on the fact that he thinks she's a self absorbed asshole, while Norton would just be insulting her further.

There's no way this is happening to you.

The anxiety pokes at you with no end. You're gonna have to lose one of them, but you don't know which one is gonna be more angry at you.

Norton definitely does not like seeing you this way, but he's doing what needs to be done. He comes to the room you've locked yourself in and knocks at your door.

"Y/n? I know these past few days have not been easy for you, and I know that I'm one of the reasons why you're scared. I understand if you want me to leave, but please, think about us."

You cave in and open your door for him. If you hadn't, he would probably would've been long gone by now (He wouldn't, he would just be genuinely upset and would try to guilt trip you further)

You slowly redact from other people and start to spend most of your time with Norton.

When your former friends try to talk to you again, wondering why they don't see you as often outside of matches, you tell them that you guys are still friends, it's just that you've just been really tired lately.

Other times, Norton speaks for you

"They don't want to be around you. That's all."

As much as you try to correct him, his stern downcast look upon you silences anything you had in mind

He apologizes and comforts you a bit after to reassure you

"Sorry Y/n, I didn't want them to be more mad at you than at me."

Since now that he's the only one you're around, Norton thinks that he can start putting moves on you

He doesn't have a good idea on courting, but he tries his best at dropping hints here and there

"Oh, I almost forgot, I got this for you. I remember you said you like this kind of thing. How did I get it? Oh just, did some exchanging with the baron is all. No no, take it. I got it just for you."

"Hey, look here for a second *smiles* You look nice today. Did you change your hairstyle? It really suits you."

"Lighten up a little. We got to flare gun the hunter at least once. It's my second favorite thing to do. My first is pallet stunning them with my magnets. Now go search for some guns!"

Sharing the things he likes, giving you things you like while risking a lot to get them, and noticing little changes about you?

Oh he's basic, but goooood

Tucking your hair behind your ear/adjusting your hair, having these subtle relaxed eyes and soft smile whenever you talk to him, giving you some of his special personal trinkets, etc.

GOD he acts SO CUTE UGH IT MAKES ME DIE INSIDE

Almost makes me forget he drove you to avoid your friends

Anyway the day he confesses to you, he leads you to his room and collects something from his drawer

He puts your hand in his and gives you his most prized material possession

Some small gems he found during his times in the mines. Not anything too valuable, but they definitely are pretty. He kept things that caught his eye. A couple of things that made the bad things in the world pause for a minute.

"We've been friends for some time now, and I think it's time to talk about some important things. The day I met you was the greatest day of my life. You've made me the happiest man on Earth, and I think it's time to repay you. If you could accept these gems, I would be even happier."

If you didn't get the hint, Norton would notice and try to explain in better detail

"These gems are special to me. I guess I could consider them apart of me. So, with that said, please take these gems. You've taken my heart by storm and I would love to stay apart of your life. Now and maybe forever. If there's anything I'm trying to say, I guess it would be that... I love you."

He could barely get out I love you

Norton didn't know how he did it, but he did. He didn't plan on confessing to you that moment, but it just felt so right. He couldn't miss this opportunity!

There's no way you could friendzone him. He gave you his special gems and poured his heart out to you. If you did, would that be too cruel?

Let's say you accept his feelings. Now THAT made him cry

His cries aren't quiet nor really loud, they just sound really painful

It's really a mix of whimpering and sad groaning.

After that moment, you two were more inseparable than ever

That also means Norton was also more possessive and infatuated with you

He isn't a big fan of PDA, but if he's feeling especially jealous, you'll feel a cold hand around your waist or behind your back just below your neck

If you can feel him touching you, you'll definitely feel his feelings from there

You're all his now. There's no need to look anywhere else than him.

Your tender kiss, your gentle enthusiastic hugs, your warm skin, your beautiful hair, your jointed knuckles, your firm chest, your fragile ribs, your soft concealed guts, your pumping heart...

It's all his isn't it?

Don't be with anyone else. Don't look at anyone else with that loving gaze. Don't like anyone else more than him. Don't think of anyone else other than him.

Don't die with anyone else other than him.

Norton loves you so so much. He wants you to use him for your own benefit. He wants to keep you somewhere else for himself. You'd look so pretty blindfolded you know?

Ah, but if only things were perfect

Even after he given his everything to you, you still seek out those other people that only bring you trouble when he's not there.

Don't you know not to hang with the wrong crowd?

"Dear, why must you go and see others?"

He'll give you his sob story about the mines and his scarring

And of course, you console him

Hold him in your arms and maybe even mutter some loving words

He loves loves lovessss it when you compliment him

You think is hair is good? It's even better than yours?

He's super flustered! No no don't say that!

Norton: Oh no, Y/n don't say that! Your hair is absolutely fantastic! I could never be as lovely as you.

You: Oh don't lie to yourself. Let's face it, YOUR HAIR IS FREAKING AMAZING. Mine is kinda dead tbh.

Norton: T-Thank you, but please believe me when I say you're most beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on. Even if your hair is unhealthy(?)

You: Norton dear, you're literally red in the face. Please just take the compliment, you're gonna overheat again.

Norton: k...

Acts like a little girl who just talked to her first crush

Even though you two have been besties and lovers for some time now.

And everybody knows.

OKAY TIME TO MOVE ON FROM RANDOM HCS TO OBEDIENT VS DISOBEDIENT

Being an obedient darling pleases Norton greatly

You don't talk to anyone else without Norton there, you treat him like a friend and a lover, you give him hello kisses, you accept his clingy-ness, you don't mind his cold behavior at times (Even though that's just him being shy most of the time), and most importantly,

You love him the most!

And you still continue to cuddle him even when he says weirdly creepy but sweet things like,

"Close your eyes love. You look so pretty sleeping."

"You're so warm. I'd freeze to death without you."

"Ah, I can feel your blood pumping. It's so nice..."

He mutters a lot of these and tries to laugh it off sometimes. Other times he shushes you.

"What did I say? Oh, nothing dear. Just go to sleep."

After long enough, Norton will slowly let you go talk to other people again. He trusts you way more than others now, so he doesn't mind if you rekindle some relationships.

Most guys are off limits though. He doesn't care if you like women too, he just gets more jealous of guys.

People like Ganji and Victor are on his checklist.

Luca is kinda shaky, but he knows that Luca is too in love with his inventions rather than people

Guys like William are off the table. You're gonna have so much more fun with him. He's joyful at times and can be very outgoing.

He'll reel you in like a curious fish. Norton can't let that happen.

You're gonna like William so much more than him. It's better off to cut off that possibility quickly.

"William? No. Don't speak to him. He may look nice, but trust me, all he cares about is his athletic ability."

No Aesop for you. You know why.

"... Haha good one Y/n. Now, don't make those sort of jokes again."

He knows that Naib doesn't really mind or care about you, so you can try I guess? At least he won't be totally mean to you.

"You might cry later, but you can try."

Treats it as a joke (C'mon guys Norton actually has a sense of humor)

Though if there is the small chance that he is actually mean to you, they're fighting

Lots of cussing and, "I'll fuck you up!" and "Try to!"

Yeah not fun

Now if you're disobedient, Norton will not hesitate to pull you aside.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You try to explain that you're a human being and need social interaction with people OTHER than him. You make sure to tell him that you still like him, it's just that he's being too suffocating.

Sorry you couldn't find a nicer but more honest way of saying it.

"Me? Suffocating? I'm not- I don't think... I've only just been trying to protect you! You don't know how the people here really are."

You try to rebuttal his claim by saying that, "I may not know everyone's true colors, but I'd like to give some of them a chance! That's how you make friends dude. I didn't have to talk to you, but I did."

Damn. That really stung him. Norton had friendly relationships with others here before, but he's never had a best friend.

You've made so many witty jokes and had so many honest conversations no matter the topic.

Truly, he had nothing nice to say. He couldn't have. All he could do was give you that freezing cold downwards glare.

"... Okay. Be that way."

You had forgotten how uninviting he could be. You had taken his kindness for granted. Were you back at square one?

"So, are we breaking up or what?"

Breaking up?! Whoever said that?

Well, you did

Give me space on my own terms = I hate you, to Norton

Just an important note, all the manipulation he's been doing, believe or not, is not because he likes it. He's doing it BECAUSE OF YOU. He knows what he's doing at times, but other times, it's just his emotions fueling what he does.

You: I never said we were breaking up!

Norton: Then why are you avoiding me? You should just say it to me clearly already.

You: I'm telling you, I'm not avoiding you! I just said that-

Norton: If you didn't want this, then you should've told me. Leading me on, it's so typical of someone like you.

You: Someone like me?! Someone who gave your- your sorry ASS some sympa-

Finish that sentence and you're dying

Fortunately you don't

Once he gets close, you start to realize. He's way bigger and stronger than you. Even if you two matched in height, you couldn't have even started to compare to his strength.

If he could push through years of mining labor his whole life, he could push through anything if he really needed to.

His mind and body have the grit to get through death inducing amounts of physical work. If he could, he would just crush you in the palm of his hands if he wanted to.

Besides, even if you did want to finish insulting him, where else would you run? You're stuck his bedroom and this manor. It's not like you could take refuge anywhere if you somehow dodge him.

Not like it's impossible, but it's not likely

You might wanna start apologizing or try to butter him up by pointing out your 'mistakes'

You: I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. You're not pitiful, and I talked to you because I liked you. I understand that- that I got too friendly with other people. You're my boyfriend, and we should have certain boundaries with other people because of that.

Norton's a puppy that just got re-adopted

So you do acknowledge your wrong doings

Norton: It's okay dear. You were just in the heat in the moment, and so was I. Now then, let's talk about those boundaries hm?

Crisis averted. Mostly.

Now that you two officially talked it out, now you HAVE to only talk to people with his permission.

And he wants you to visit him often. When he says often, he means at least 5 days out of the 7 day week.

You laid down some ground rules on his side too, but it was mostly about you being with him 24/7.

He now has to stop holding you every hour or so. Norton wasn't a fan of that at first, but he's gotten used to waiting. Not looking at the clock every minute or so was difficult, but he got through it.

He also has got to stop showing up at your door late at night. You love the guy, but is it getting annoying seeing this midnight sappy wreck.

Norton: But, Y/n, I miss you so much. Every night, we're separated into different areas of the manor and I can't take it.

Y/n: ... Norton, we see each other in the morning every day.

Norton: That's eight hours without you!

Y/n: Exactly.

Norton: Can't we just move in together?

Y/n: We're dorm mates, not roommates. Love you though :)

Be good after all this, and he won't punish you.

If you break them again, then it looks like he'll have to call you in for another 'talk'

Of course you didn't learn from your mistakes. Why would you? After all, Norton is all brawns and no brains.

"You liar."

Betrayed his trust not once, but twice. At this point, Norton is sure you're just messing with him because you know you can.

Things are gonna have to get physical. Maybe even a bit painful.

Takes your wrist and holds it highly. Making sure you don't escape from his unyielding grasp.

"I've been being so nice and gentle with you after all this time. I've been holding out on my feelings because I didn't want to hurt you. But now, you've made me very upset dear."

You try to shake him off, but he seems too upset to notice how tight his grip was getting.

Body language is how you read Norton. If he's relaxed, he usually stands tall and crosses his arms in a cool fashion. If he's happy, he'll have his hands at his side and he'll be at good attention.

If he's sad, he won't even be outside of his room available for any sort of analyzing.

If he's mad, boy does everything from his tone to the way he sits changes. His glare isn't the usual pissed off look, it's totally blank.

When Norton is really upset, he doesn't feel a single bit of empathy or pity for anything or anyone. He's too focused on how he's gonna throw their body out.

Of course, he'd never throw you out!

He slouches over to your height and makes sure you can't squeeze out of the small space you're in.

He has this unstable look in his eyes. Like he'll snap at any moment if you say or do the wrong thing.

"So, how do you want to apologize? With your mind, or body?"

No more nice Norton for you. From now on it's all take and no give.

With your mind, he'll break it. Telling you all sorts of cruel things whole you reside crying in his lap.

"No one would want you like I do. Everyone only thinks of you as a dumb gullible doormat."

"You take and take, but never consider to give. You're so selfish. No wonder people don't want to be around you."

"You're so fucking cruel. You're a bad, bad person, and you know that."

"The only reason you only want to be friends with others so badly is because you're lonely. Even though you know they're going to leave you at some point, you still choose to chase after them. Yet you leave me to rot."

With your body, he'll fracture/sprain a bone or two. Maybe he'll even give you a trim. Maybe then you'll know who you belong to then.

Aw don't cry baby. It's your fault for lying to him.

Injuring you: Oh, sorry babe. I just had to show you how you were making me feel. I'd do worse, but I don't want to break you... Ah, don't hide your lovely little face, I need to see your sympathy for me.

Trimming your hair: "See? You look so pretty again. Unlike your old cheating reckless self, my work has made you whole again... Oh, you don't like it? What an ungrateful brat you are. Why, I think I'm being perfectly nice right now. You wouldn't like what I else I could do to you.

He keeps you in his room from then on. Norton isn't forcing you to, it's just that you know better now.

It's better to avoid punishment by coming back to him at the end of the night.

"See how good I treat you when we play nice? It feels so much better to receive my affection than to receive a fractured shoulder hm?"

Play by the rules and Norton will be a good lover

Resist and he'll have to show his true colors

He hates it when people uncover their honest ill intentions. Especially when he has to break down that cold dream boy persona you loved just because you couldn't listen.

Maybe he'll take something else of yours the next time you disobey.

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detectivepoppy · 1 year

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Manor Game AU

The RP to this AU will come soon on Quotev, or I’ll post it on tumblr depending on which I find more easy to post in. I’m writing the Yandere ver of this AU.

Description of the manor:

The survivors are not hallucinating in this AU and everything is happening.

The manor is an entity of its own and sent out letters to survivors across timeline, that is why you can see someone like Vera and Lucky Guy (they’ll be called Liam in this AU) existing in the manor at the same time. Hunters who have died in their timeline or are a sort of god like entity (Hastur, Yidhra, and others) souls are brought to the manor, and revived.

If the hunter has a survivor form, only one can exists at a time, thus, there are periods where survivors just transforms into a hunter and loses all their survivor memory. Vise versa, hunters with survivor forms will sometime just transform into a survivor and forget about their time as a hunter.

No one has witness the survivor to hunter and hunter to survivor transformation from those characters. That is because the person transformation will only occur once they’re alone and they’ll typically get teleported to their own respective survivor/hunter room.

Once you enter the manor, you’re stuck in there and the time in there works different than the world outside of the manor.

There is a hunter manor and a survivor manor, each person has their own individual room. Once a new survivor/hunter has entered the manor, a new room will spawn for the new unfortunate soul. Despite there being two buildings, it connect with the shared spaces, those being the library, dinning hall, kitchen, garden, laundromat, and some other places people would gather to hang out.

The manor provides for the people, with constant food being replenished, things that gets broken gets replaced, so on and so forth.

The room of each person consists what you’ll typically find in a luxury hotel room. The most noticeable part of the room is the singular closet. The manor provides outfit for the survivors via that closet, the outfit will appear in the closet for the survivors to pick up in the following morning.

The closest also serves as a contact to the manor, you can request favors and questions you have for them. However, it’s not guaranteed the manor will give you what you want or want to know, so when they reject your favors/questions, you’ll receive a note in the closet, upon closing and waiting then opening, with it rejecting whatever you asked from the manor.

There are servants around the manor but they’re dolls. They operate one purpose they’re assign to depending on the doll. For example, the chef puppet will only cook and won’t serve the food. The server puppet will only serve the food but won’t cook it.

If people break the puppet, either out of frustration from the game or simply for no reason at all, the manor will suck the puppet remains into its walls or floor and reanimate a new one. The puppet do not have feelings and have no sentient, even if they are sentient, they will not help you. Don’t try.

How to game works:

There will be time where survivors/hunter get transported into a game. Random people get selected into the game and those who’s going to be selected will know. There is just a sickening gut feeling for both hunter and survivors who’s been selected and they’ll get transported in a few moment.

Their items and abilities will need to be taught by the manor, there is a voice for the new individual about their skill/items and how the game works while the person is taking in their surrounding.

The game will proceed like how the actual identity v game goes, you decode ciphers, rescue teammates, and escape through the exit gate. The big difference in this AU is the point system.

To escape the manor, you have to gain a certain amount of points to escape. The amount of points to escape is unknown but there is no other choice besides participating in the game. There are proofs of people escaping the manor, so people hold onto hope and continuously participate in the games.

If you’re the survivor, more people escaping means more points and if you want to gain more points for yourself, you’ll have to do more for the team.

If you’re the hunter, more people sent back to the manor means more points you’ll gain and if you want to gain more points for yourself you’ll have to get terrorshocks, more pallet breaking, drop hits, and so forth.

Every pain felt in the round are real, once you get sent back to the manor or run out the exit gate, you’ll get teleported to the manor with everything you felt still being there but all fatal wounds being healed.

Every injury sustain from the game will be healed upon being teleported back to the manor but the pain will still be there, but injuries inflected outside the game will remain.

With that being said, not everyone came to the manor unknowingly to the horror it beholds, many hold impure intensions, will you be able to escape?

#yandere idv x reader #yandere idv #x reader #yandere identity v #yandere identity v x reader #Manor Game AU

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short-yandere-stories · 2 years

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not sure if match-ups are open but if not, feel free to ignore! starters, if i could pick any character i could see myself as, i would say martha and eli mixed! i am an enfp and an optimist who would never let negativity ruin anyone's day! i am considered as the 'mom' friend of the group and hmm... i like to draw and bake! extras; i am a rather affectionate person! i like to spoil people, platonically or romantically, with gifts and many things just so others won't feel unloved 🥰 thank you in advance!! 💖

Awwww that sounds lovely!! Martha’s internal strength, support and optimism, and Eli’s caring and help-

I believe that the characters who would go yandere for you are Naib, Violetta, and Grace. Let me explain.

Content Warnings: Yandere (obviously), possessive behavior, mentions of threats (and death threats), aggression, manipulation, spiders, dolls, isolation, unhealthy dependence, controlling behavior, unhealthy mindsets, threats of harm to others, mentions of potentially killing (the reader), mentions of potentially turning reader’s dead body into a doll, abandonment, bad mental health, mentions of past drowning, the reader is partially drowned in one sentence (water covering face, but not lethally), unwilling bond/marriage

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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As a stern, battle-worn mercenary, Naib is more than used to the cruelty of life. He’s often pessimistic and sulking, sure that no matter how hard any of you try, there is no way you’ll be able to ever leave the manor.

At first, your cheery outgoing personality and optimism just piss him off. How can you so cheerfully tell Ganji that he did great when your defeated team is returned to the manor? If you lost, he clearly didn’t play well.

But, slowly, he starts to first tolerate, and then enjoy your outlook on life in the manor. It’s a refreshing new perspective, and with the way you’ve stubbornly hovered around him trying to cheer him up, it’s not surprising that even his hard shell would eventually crack.

Admittedly, it helps that you are so insanely talented at baking. It’s no secret that Naib loves delicious food or desserts; but no one, including himself, could have foretold just how much he’d adore your baking. Even if you follow the same recipe as someone else, yours will always taste better.

Coming into his room after a lost match and seeing a small plate of cupcakes with a sheet of paper next to it: a drawing of you hugging him, and the text ”I believe in you! Cheer up.” Makes his stomach churn in a good way.

He just can’t get enough of you after a while. And before long, his cranky behavior returns, but no longer aimed at you. Instead, other survivors now find themselves walking on the metaphorical glass around him as seemingly anything can set him off in a rage.

If you’re not immediately saved when you’re chaired, or if no one body blocks, he will retaliate by either screaming at them after the match or straight up refusing to rescue them. If someone says anything even remotely negative about you or your performance, he will glare them down, whispering a threat about how they would regret it if they ever said something like that again near him, or God forbid, near you.

If someone else eats your baking, he takes that as a personal offense, and people quickly learn to stay away. It worries you. How people start avoiding you, nervously looking away when you meet their eyes. Rescuing and defending you no matter the hunter, as if there is something (or someone) scaring them even more than the hunter.

You complain about it to Naib one day, bringing him a chocolate chip cake as an apology for ranting. Have you done something wrong? Your teammates have started to avoid you.

And Naib gently feeds into this, slowly but surely making you keep your distance from the others as well.

He wants to make sure that no one else can hurt you. Hunters can hurt you during matches. Survivors who were kind can flip and become cruel.

Naib knows better than anyone how war or struggle changes people.

And he’ll be damned before he lets any of that get to you.

Just keep being as wonderful as you are, tell Naib your problems, and feed him your baking and he will be satisfied.

And should you start complaining about his overprotectiveness, he’ll gladly remind you that other survivors are staying away from you. He’s all you have, so you better keep him satisfied.

He loves you, but his heart has hardened so much that he’s forgetting how to actually show it.

All he can do is what he couldn’t do for his comrades in the army:

Keeping you safe. No matter the cost.

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Violetta has always been... unusual. Even by the standards of the hunters.

As such, she is pretty isolated in the Hunters’ side of the manor.

Her highlights of her stay is the days she gets to play with the adorable little survivors, and attempt to wrap them up in her pretty silk threads like dolls.

Of course, they never like it, sadly enough, and always try to run away from her.

Yes, the point of the matches is for the survivors to escape, but why do they never want to have fun or play with her?

But then one match at the Red Church, that changed.

Violetta was stumbling around the map, looking for the Painter that had just wriggled loose and ran from her, annoyance clear in the way she moved.

She saw movement near a rocket chair and hurried over, ready to strike Edgar down, but stopped, one leg raised mid-air.

There you were: sitting casually, legs crossed on the grass in front of the chair, cipher behind you not decoded and forgotten.

In your hands was one of the small, white ragdolls that usually sat next to the chairs, and you were humming to yourself, using a pen you had with you to decorate it.

Now, the white doll had a pair of eyes and a wide smile: looking far more alive than before.

”That is so cute,” Violetta said, suppressing a giggle when you jumped, not having noticed her or your heightened heartbeat.

”Yeah! I thought she looked sad without a face,” you replied, giving Violetta a smile.

She sat down as gently as she could manage next to you, surprised as to why you weren’t running away. For a moment, she just sat there, watching you add ears and a nose to the doll. Then, you spoke up as if you’d just had a wonderful idea.

”Miss Violetta, you’re a great knitter, right? You must be, judging by how gorgeous your webs are. Do you think you’re able to make a little dress for the doll?” You asked.

Violetta swore that there was something wrong with her chest. Why did it feel... nice to talk to you? You weren’t running away in terror, despite being in a match, and you even praised her and asked her to help out!

Match forgotten, you sit and watch Violetta knit a dress for the doll, the two of you only remembering that you’re in a match when the airhorn signalling the pop of the last cipher rings out.

You thank Violetta for making such a nice and intricate dress for the doll, saying that it looks so much better now. She walks you to the gate, and you wave goodbye, promising to bring her a snack the next time you had a match with her.

This, of course, as you never knew your next hunter, led you to play many matches with baked goods in your pockets. Some cookies and pastries survived, but others were destroyed completely.

The next time you was up against Violetta, she looked almost shy, waiting for you in front of the very same doll the two of you had customized. As luck would have it, the map was the same one as last time you met up.

You cheerfully greet her as your teammates scurry off to decode, handing her a lightly smushed frosted cupcake. It had a tiny spider design in the center.

Bashfully, Violetta also handed you something in return — a soft scarf that felt like a caressing breeze when you ran your hand across it.

Needless to say, you wore the scarf almost always after that. It was warm, comfortable, and looked amazing.

Something stirred in Violetta, seeing you proudly wear her craft.

You began noticing flung spider webs stuck to the window of your room, bringing small gifts and notes.

Meeting between the mansions was difficult, so this was as close as you would get to talking between your far-off matches.

Until they weren’t far apart anymore.

You started being summoned to matches almost daily, always having an eager Violetta waiting for you.

If you told her you were too tired to talk and just wanted to decode, she would pout and sulk the whole game.

Seeing you getting along so nicely with your teammates made her feel something she thought she’d suppressed. The feeling of jealousy.

You were the first person in a long time to genuinely talk to her without fear, and seeing your care extended to other people made Violetta feel possessive.

Wouldn’t it be so much better if all your positivity and attention were focused on her? You must like her company back — why else would you wear what she made for you and talk to her?

Suddenly, instead of waiting for you in matches, Violetta would move with a speed never before seen, striking and cocooning your teammates as fast as she possibly could, batting your hand away when you tried rescuing them.

”We have more time to talk now! The loud siren won’t interrupt us anymore,” she’d say, grinning widely, wondering why you seemed to slowly shrink away from her.

Why were you starting to avoid her? After all she’s done for you, and created for you? She had even talked to the scary owner of the manor to let you meet more frequently.

That absolutely had to change. What was the point of having met you and felt happiness for the first time in so long if you were just going to disappear and leave her hurting?

You quickly realize and learn that if you just appease Violetta and keep her happy, you can often talk her out of ending your teammates. You could argue that if they left, it would just be the two of you, and you could snack on some cookies you had baked before!

And if you keep moving away, disappearing from her, looking at her with those sad eyes, she had a solution.

Wouldn’t you look just gorgeous wrapped in silky threads, smile never leaving your face?

Maybe the map could do with a new doll, if her hand was forced. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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Humanity is ugly. Kind one moment, only to turn around and stab you in the back (or sacrifice you into the depths of the ocean...)

When Grace appeared in the manor, she despised every moment of it. Matches were not even fun for her — striking down fleeing humans provided her with no joy or satisfaction.

And it was worse when the game was at Lakeside. Too many horrible memories kept resurfacing.

One such game, Grace was too mentally drained to even have a wish to try.

She simply floated out a bit into the sea, feeling the sea water lap at her shins, and the light of the full moon bathe her face.

Grace did not notice you, the survivor staring at her, slowly growing concerned.

From her looks and abilities, it was not far-fetched to assume she had ties to this map. Past trauma.

Not entirely sure how to approach her, you gently stepped onto the sandy beach, quietly using the wand you found in a chest to draw. Grains shifted, lines appearing, and when you slowly snuck off, you felt Grace’s eyes snap to you.

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, you pointed to the beach with a soft smile.

In the sand was a crude, yet clear cartoonish drawing of the two of you hugging, with the words ”You are not alone” scrawled next to it.

It felt weird feeling salty water run down her cheeks instead of down her nose and throat.

The next time the two of you were in a match together, she looked hesitant and almost afraid to approach you — worrying that you’d run.

But you didn’t. Your teammates scattered, leaving you to contain the hunter, but you didn’t mind.

”Your name is Grace, right?” You asked softly, introducing yourself. You took a seat with your back to one of the walls in Arms Factory, motioning for her to sit next to you, which she did after a moment’s consideration.

It took a while for her to begin feeling comfortable and opening up, but slowly, she did.

You were not back in the manor until hours after the gates had opened, your teammates beside themselves with worry. You merely brushed them off, saying that you had something to talk about with Naiad.

She’d opened up to you about her past, and how difficult the time in the manor had been so far, glancing up at you every so often to see if you were rolling your eyes or dismissing her, but you weren’t. You merely listened, hummed, and offered sympathy as she talked, her webbed fingers nervously fiddling with her harpoon.

Something about the message you’d left in the sand had stuck in her mind, leaving her thinking about it for days afterwards.

And seeing how nice you were, maybe it wasn’t too difficult to open up?

Having a better understanding of Grace, you went out of your way to accompany her and let her rant if she needed when you were in a match.

You taught her how to draw, dipping your finger in the water spawning beneath her feet and painting on the flat walls of buildings, encouraging her and being there.

Grace didn’t know just how much she’d missed having a friend until you came along.

Slowly but surely, she began to feel better — and with this, utterly decimating your teammates in games with a previously unseen fervor. They would complain to you about how much worse you made her, but you’d disagree every time. There was now life in those dark, sad eyes of hers.

You taught Grace as much as you could about things humans did in their free time since she likely knew nothing after her passing, and remembered little from the time before.

Her favorite was combining two things you were good at; baking and drawing. You’d bring undecorated cupcakes to matches, as well as supplies to decorate them, and Grace would have the time of her life adding decorations on the tops of them. Small fish, a seastar, a heart. She was almost as giddy as a child when she piped the baked goods, uncaring about the frosting on the tip of her nose.

And she’d smile so sweetly when you complimented her.

Without either of you properly realizing it, she had become dependent on you. And, unfortunately for you, she was the first to notice this.

You brought things to fewer and fewer matches. It was not to be rude, but because you thought she’d gotten a lot better and you didn’t want to be too overbearing.

However, Grace did not see it from your perspective.

To her, this was you, just like everyone else, turning your back on her. Leaving her for dead.

The next match you had together, she’d beg you to always be by her side and never leave her. She needs you. Desperately. She has no other reason to continue on in the death games than to meet you. To hear your praise.

And when you gently try to let her down, saying that it’s impossible to always be with her due to the separation of the manors and games, she snaps.

With a look of frightening chill, the calm before the storm, she manipulates the water under her to encircle your head, depriving you of air.

When she deems it enough, when you feel black spots appearing in your field of vision, she removes the water before asking again, and she repeats this until you give her the answer she wants.

A small seashell on a necklace is placed around your neck as you gasp for oxygen, a matching one around Grace’s neck giving off a small green burst of light at the same time.

”Now, we are bound together,” she whispered, placing what was meant as a soft kiss on your cheek. Though, you felt the sting of salt and the coarseness of her parched lips and were yet again reminded of the unpredictability of the sea.

Grace’s voice almost sounded like it was underwater as she talked about how this was likened to a wedding ceremony in her village, and that with the help of the manor’s owner, magic had formed a stronger bond than just a promise.

You realize, all too late, that Grace was no longer a hurt, betrayed woman, but the personification of the sea itself.

Filled with both beauty and darkness.

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aesopsbaby · 2 years

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Yandere Luca imagines?

➵Imagine

Yandere Luca getting frustrated after a match. All he wishes to do is to go back into his room to find his sweet darling. Wanting nothing more than to hold them in his arms as he forces receives his darling's undivided attention on him!

Luca stops dragging his feet. His pace immediately changes into one of eagerness at the thought of his beloved darling playing with his hair as they listen to him talk about his day. A giddy smile subconsciously appearing on his face as he reaches out to the doorknob,turning it,

Luca felt his entire world stop abruptly as he stares at your shaking figure. He swore he could feel his heart shatter in his chest the moment he opens the door to his room and he sees you behind it, holding a key-like object. Piecing two and two together rather quickly, his smile vanished instantly as betrayal was written all over his face.

"Why?" God, although he's heartbroken with your behaviour right now, he can never deny the fact that seeing you flinch and tremble is one of the cutest thing to him. He sees your eyes dart across the room, in a vain attempt to create up a story, how dense could you possibly be? Trying to lie infront of his face? That won't do. He sees your lips part open, the tremble is ever so evident. "Save it, its all going to be lies anyways, isn't it?"

"You're safe here, I keep you safe! I gave you everything! What else could you want?" Luca cried out, trying to keep his voice calm and low, not wanting to yell, he's mad of course he is, but he doesn't want his darling to be afraid. "I want to leave. I want you to give me freedom, Luca-" "You're such a cute little thing, always dreaming, aren't you?" He cuts you off immediately, choosing to ignore your plea to be let go as he caresses your face with a soft smile.

His caring demeanor is gone almost in an instant again as he catches onto how your eyes keep looking towards the unlocked door behind him. His grip on your face tightens, causing you to wince; "Don't even look at the door. I don't want to feel like you're trying to run away from me."

Of course. Luca Balsa is one who would convince himself that you weren't trying to escape. He says you love him just as much as he does, you just haven't realised it yet. "Come over here. We'll forget about all of these, alright? Just..just come here..please?"

#Yandere Identity V x Reader #Yandere Luca Balsa x Reader #Yandere Luca Balsa #Yandere Luca #Luca Balsa #x Reader #Yandere x Darling #yandere identity v #Identity V

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euryd-ce · 2 years

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⚘ HEAVY RAIN

PAIRING: Yandere! Rosemary! Grace x GN! Reader

CW: Implied Kidnapping, Murder, Violence, Yandere

NOTE: I used (Name), but if you'd like to stick with the theme of Bélóstáin's flower code names no one's stopping you ^^

Whatever plans you had for the day, getting drenched and taking refuge underneath a large tree wasn't one of them. Your predicament could've been easily avoided, that is, if only you'd listened.

The weather forecast should have told you enough, and if you couldn't be persuaded that way, your friends' quick change of plans and warnings should have done the job. But you were hard-headed, and you wanted to make the most out of this trip by exploring every nook and cranny there was around Bélóstáin.

"I'll just take a quick walk!" you'd told your friends, only to let your feet carry you so far away that by the time thunder began rolling in the distance, you could only curse under your breath.

But by a stroke of luck, a grumpy man in blue came to your rescue. At least, that's what you wanted to think. You couldn't quite tell if he was there to mock your pitiful state or to escort you back to the lodgings. Either way, he seemed annoyed at something, or someone for that matter.

Dahlia, you figured from the flower he wore, cleared his throat before speaking with the most unamused eyes and gritted teeth. "The Oracle invites you to stay in her humble abode."

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, and you recalled the pamphlet you'd read earlier in the morning explicitly stating that she was not to be disturbed. "What? really?"

"Just- follow me." He sighed, extending an arm, and muttering. "You're lucky that she seemed to be in a good enough mood to let an outsider like you into her residence..."

The castle was far larger than any building you'd seen around the island–even the abandoned manor that rested behind the mountains. It intimidated you, to say the least, and you felt more like a trespasser than a welcome guest.

"You!-" Dahlia furiously pointed at the tall masked man once you both arrived around the entrance, but he was silenced at the sight of a purple petal.

"It's a pleasure seeing you here, (Name)." He gracefully bowed, purposefully ignoring Dahlia, and causing him to angrily stomp away with his umbrella.

"I can just wait here, really." you fiddled with your fingers, looking at the muddy mess you'd made on the outdoor flooring. "I greatly appreciate the Oracle's generosity but-"

As if on cue, the low creaking of the large wooden doors interrupted you, and noiselessly peeking out of it was the Oracle herself.

You gulped.

Dinner was quiet, excluding the sounds of trees tapping against the window due to the harsh wind or the pitter pattering of the rain. And as it turned out, you'd have to stay far longer than you thought. The storm's conditions only worsened, so the Oracle–or Rosemary as she'd insisted–was considerate enough to let you stay the night in one of the guest rooms.

You declined at first, with much respect of course. Making an inconvenience in the life of such a revered figure was the last thing you wished to happen, and your friends were surely worried about you by now. But she shook her head and quickly jotted down what she wanted to say on a notepad.

"The rain and winds are too strong for you to resist with just an umbrella. Tell them tomorrow."

"It's really fine, I-" The sound of lightning striking the ground outside startled you. It was getting irritating–that everything seemed so deliberately planned, that even the forces of nature seemed to play along.

"Ah- I... alright..." you meekly agreed, accepting defeat.

Unsurprisingly, even the guest room was lavish. Nothing less was to be expected coming from the private estate of the uncrowned queen of Bélóstáin, after all. The view from one of the balconies surely would've made a wonderful sight had it not been for the heavy rain–you reckoned you could see the lodgings from it on a clear sunny day.

"This isn't so bad... right?" you sighed and blankly stared at the ceiling before drifting away and into your slumber.

You awoke to the sound of the heavy rain.

The storm didn't seem like it was going to die down any sooner, and knowing how insistent Rosemary could be, she'd likely invite–or more so demand–that you stay within her residence until the unforgiving weather were to finally dissipate.

Not that you weren't grateful, you wouldn't dare be, especially when you'd unintentionally interrupted the already busy Oracle of Bélóstáin. But something felt wrong about the special treatment you'd recieved, like it was simply a means of having your attention directed elsewhere, like eventually, the Oracle would never allow you to leave, even when the weather would eventually calm down.

Alas, it was simply a gut feeling, but who was to say that gut feelings only brought up the impossible?

As much as it was tempting to remain on the comfort of the bed, you'd managed to resist. After getting changed, you made your way to the door, but to your surprise, it wouldn't budge open. You tried peeking underneath it, but there was nothing blocking its way from the other side. Then again, there was also the possibility that you just missed something as the space was too small for you to take a proper look. Forcing the door open would only put you at risk for damaging Rosemary's property, so you concluded that it'd been locked from the other side.

But why?

You heard a voice coming from outside, so you took a look down from the balcony and saw two figures–Rosemary and Dahlia, the former holding an umbrella and the latter holding a shovel; he was drenched in the rain. They were standing by three mounds of dirt, all of which had flowers growing over them.

At first, you figured that the Oracle was just tending to a little garden, but you let out a gasp and your hand flew over your mouth when you saw an arm, then eventually the upper half of what looked like (Friend Name) desperately trying to crawl out of the mound and screaming inaudible words into the rain. From what you'd seen, their body was riddled with cuts and their eye had been pierced by one of the flowers, but you couldn't bear to watch any longer, so you turned away from the scene, sitting with your back resting on the railings.

'(Friend Name)?!' you could only hear the sound of your panicked heart. 'Was that (Friend Name)?! What are they doing here?! Where is everyone else?!'

You fearfully looked down from the balcony again.

Everything was back in place. There was no (Friend Name) crawling out of the mound nor was there any sign of struggle out of it, like nothing had happened at all, and like your paranoia had simply rehearsed the entire scene so realisticly. But Rosemary's blank stare told you the contrary, that you'd just witnessed an attempted murder.

She quickly signed a message to Dahlia, who just as immediately dropped the shovel before making his way out of your view. She looked back up at you before putting a finger over her lips, mouthing a "shhh".

Within seconds, the door to your room burst open, and Dahlia frantically bolted to you whilst fumbling open a messy note. He looked more terrified than as angry as when you'd last seen him, but your face fell when you understood why.

'RUN, THE PLANTS ARE HER EYES AND HER EARS, YOUR FRIENDS, THEY'RE UNDERGROUND, BURIED ALIVE, BY ROSEMARY. SHE WANTS TO-' were all you properly read before blood splattered over the crumpled note in your hands.

You looked at Dahlia, but to your horror, blood dripped out of his mouth and he'd been impaled by a rose-gold spear. Behind him stood none other than Rosemary herself, who looked heartbroken at your frightened face.

Jumping off the balcony was your only choice of escape, and although you were more likely to die than to survive and run away, you took your chances; however, Rosemary followed with no hesitation whatsoever. She caught you right before your impact on the ground, but began strangling you in an attempt to make you pass out.

You struggled to breathe, and your vision was already getting blurry, but you swore, moments before you fell unconscious, you heard the familiar voice of (Friend Name), and a warning hoarsely uttered too late.

"(Name).... run.."

'you weren't supposed to see that, you- but i had no choice...' rosemary finally let go of your neck and was relieved to know that you weren't dead. '(name), i- we can still have our happy ending, can't we...? you'll forget about it... for me, won't you?'

not a response was heard, as she wept in the heavy rain.

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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In the poly post you said that ithaqua is as close as it get to a yandere may I ask why you think that ? Or any headcanons related to that if that's okay with you (sorry if the English is bad )

As luck would have it, Ithaqua is one of the few Hunters I think I have a decent grasp on rn so I was also able to crank this out quickly! (To my other request-ees: I'm working on HC requests for several other characters rn! I should have them ready to spam-post sometime this weekend <3)

So here's some general and sfw relationship hcs for Ithaqua ;)

-A first small note, his exact age is not listed, but he’s described as a “young adult,” so I imagine him to be somewhere between 18-22.

-Ithaqua is a man who has entirely rejected society. He wants nothing more to do with it, with anyone, and any instance of breaching his territory is met with wind-swift punishment.

-It all fits when you consider the major events of his life. He was abandoned in a snowstorm, left for dead, because he was thought to be a devil. He was saved and raised by a “witch,” a kind woman who stood outside of society’s norms and was feared and hated for it. Their solitary home was trespassed on in the night, defiled, and his mother was kidnapped, tortured, and broken by a man with his exact face. Every small bit of comfort he ever had was destroyed by a mirror image of himself that was raised in “civilized” society. If that doesn’t cement the idea that people from that world can’t be given a chance, I don’t know what would.

-And I think on some level he questions the reality of it all. Did he do it? Did he destroy his own life? Was his so-called brother actually a copy of himself? Was Nathaniel supposed to be the better or the worse version? Was he himself evil before…or is he evil now? None of it matters in the long run, though. His only remaining goal in life is to defend his home and his mother’s resting place from interlopers. But he does get this distant, sour expression sometimes when he contemplates these things.

-I think he’s close to an as-is yandere because, if we assume he’s still capable of bonding with someone on a genuine level, that person would be a one true exception to his otherwise all-consuming distrust and hatred for society. He could not be “led to water”, so to speak, even by a partner who exemplified everything good left in the world. He’s just not capable of making that leap anymore.

-So again, he’s territorial, and that would 1000% extend to a partner. He’s not a master and you’re not his pet, but god would he try to keep you in his clutches. Use every sweet word and convincing anecdote in his arsenal to convince you to stay in the forest. The thing that keeps him from being all-out controlling is that his mother let him make his decisions for himself. She taught him how to survive in the wilderness, and she taught him about the rest of society, and she let him decide for himself if he ever wanted to get involved in it. He didn’t of course, because how could a place that shunned his mother be good for him? You deserve to make those choices too, even if he disagrees with what you pick.

-He will, however, watch you like a hawk. To not sugarcoat it, he’ll stalk you. Ithaqua wants to be prepared for the moment everything goes wrong. The moment he knows for certain will come, when you see he’s right about other people. When that happens, he’ll swoop in to save you. He refuses to be late again, like he was for his mother.

-He doesn’t leave the forest unattended often, but when you spend longer stints at your home in a village, you’ll notice the weather gradually becoming worse and worse. It seems to snow every day, and the wind is so harsh that walking outside is deafening and blinding. When you return to visit Ithaqua, the village mysteriously returns to its normal weather patterns.

-Ithaqua hates when other people interact with you. No one is no one is safe enough, trustworthy enough for him to not worry for your safety. They don’t deserve to even stand near you. But he won’t do anything until they do…or you say he can.

-Anyone he takes as a partner would have to remind him of his mother, at least a little. She’s the only example he has of a “good person” so he’s not likely to give people with divergent personality types much of a chance. He’s also more likely to trust a woman over a man, by a small margin.

-He won’t stand for being doted on or babied by anyone other than his mother or partner. he won't fall for other people's faux-gentleness! Don’t you know who he is? What he is? Call him cute or pitiful again and your blood will stain the snow red.

-His lips are always chapped to hell and back, sorry. Sharp kisses only for you.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv night watch #ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #turbulentscraw #almost yandere...

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a018233 · 9 days

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can yu do Stalker! Joseph who takes photos of you as you sleep, and then takes them for “personal use” nutting to photos of you

—୨୧ Stalker Joseph headcannons .

cw: Yandere content, NSFW centered, stalking, Joseph is nasty, edging , GN reader.

A/N: yk what I'm thinking anon?.. that.. your a smart guy.. big brain.

• Joseph is enamored by you, he's already so obsessed with you that it makes his cold hunter heart plapitate uncontrollably at the thought of you!!

• He thought that he'd be content with stalking and admiring you from afar, but eventually that's not enough anymore.

• He wants-- needs more. More of you!!

• He thinks of you all the time, and when he isn't, he's developing photographs he took of you.

• So it's not that surprising when his thoughts take a not so innocent turn.

• Once these thoughts of him defilling your cute self, he can't stop him. He only gets more infatuated with you!!

• With how adorable you look, you're practically begging him ravage you. Right?

• Your like a pretty little doll ready to be tied up and posed in front of his camera, that's what your waiting for. Is it not?

• Taking photos from afar isn't enough. It doesn't satisfy him anymore.

• Eventually, Joseph finds himself in your room, camera in hand.

• This photographer wants to sink in between your legs so terribly so. He has to hold himself back from wanting to tear the covers off you.

• But you're lucky he's a gentleman and wishes to court you. He's willing to wait and play the long game.

• Till then, he'll settle for taking photos of you sleeping. Those photos of you doing mundane things don't do it for him anymore.

• Besides, being here. In your room, where he shouldn't be. Feels exhilarating.

• He'll take a few photos, run his hands from your waist, down to your thighs. Giving you a couple of cheek and jawline kisses before he bids you adieu.

• Joseph likes the look of you. He can't tell if it's the way you carry yourself or the fact you're a survivor. But something about you is so naive, innocent.

• An innocence he both wants to protect and corrupt.

• You're pure as a fresh snow, untouched. He cannot wait for the day he can call you his, and his alone.

Joseph wasn't one to touch himself like this. It's so unsavory, adulterated, and foul. But he can't stop the moans that slip from his mouth. This isn't his fault. It's yours. Your the one who looks so irresistible in these photos. He groans and whines, before stopping before he could climax. He can't cum, not when he has so much to think about.

Joseph takes his hand off his cock, his other hand carrying the photo he took of you tonight. Tonight was a treat. You must've had a rough match today, you didn't even bother to change into your sleepwear. You just settled for kicking off your clothes and hopping into bed. So cute. Joseph then changes his position, placing the photos flat onto bedding, adjusting himself so his dripping tip is leaking onto the softness of the bedding. He places his hand onto his dick, wishing it was you instead. His labored breaths fills the room as he pumps himself faster besides the usual pace he goes with. He pumps himself faster and faster until he cums. Cumming all over your photos and his bed, breathing heavily afterwards. He sighs before wiping his hands clean with his hankchief, shaking his head.

Oh, if only he could cum on your pretty face instead. Maybe inside your mouth instead, would you be a sweetheart and swallow? Or would you not be able to take it and spit it out? Oh well, he'll find out soon enough, and he'll be sure to immortalize those moments with his camera.

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gothicxreylover · 3 months

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Yandere seer with a astrologist reader? Reader can tell the future by stars and such but often don't use it because people can't face the truth or what really happened?.

Sorry for my lack of manners but

𝔄 𝔉𝖆𝔦𝖑𝔢𝖉 𝕾𝔱𝖆𝔯

I love the idea and I hope you enjoy!

Warning- Implied Kidnapping, stalking, forced relationship, slight guilt tripping

Your talent wasn't appreciated much in your life due to people not wanting to believe what you had seen from the stars. It hurts you to hear people say that your talent wasn't the truth and it was just a plain lie that you tell to see others in misery.

Arriving at the manor was something a calm setting for you as you weren't bombarded with rude comments. You kept your talent to yourself not using it in front of others, you hated the question when people asked about your talent. Not that you hated them but was more like you didn't want your situation to be the same again.

Of course, there was this one person in the manor who was a bit like you in some way. He didn't seek the future well sort of. But you find it very interesting of how much similarities you have, you find his owl a strange creature not to mention that how seer can see through his eyes.

You didn't tell or show seer your talent due to how he would take it no matter how close you guys are together. It seemed he has been dropping hints about it but you didn't budge yet. You liked seer he was a great friend and help but for some reason he still felt a bit off.

You felt watched in every match you were in with him but assumed it was just nerves and anxiety getting to you. Not to mention how much his owl had dropped by around your room sending letters or just staring at you when you do chores around or sleep. You thought seer was just trying to see your ability but it just kept getting more uncomfortable and creepy for you.

You decided to be the bigger person and just confront him.

Walking to his room was very uneasy as you felt a tight knot in your stomach making you feel uncomfortable about what you were doing. You knocked on the door waiting patiently for seer to answer. A couple of seconds go by andhe opened the door.

"Hello Y/N it didn't expect you to come bye" You can hear him lying through his words knowing dam well he knew. You took a deep breath and started to talk.

"Eli I think you need stop what your doing. I'm not oblivious to what your doing so I'm asking you to please stop." You said a bit nervous about what he would say. He kept quiet for a moment before speaking again. "I don't know what your talking about. Did you mistake me for someone else." You bit you tounge again trying to think of what to say.

"You know what I mean and I'm telling you to stop!" You said a bit strict and walked away. You were just a hit angry as he tried to guilt trip you Infront of your face. You went to your dorm and decided to see the truth throw the stars.

As you looked at the stars and stopped looking with a quick instance. You stumbled back a bit shocked of what you had seen but before you could do anything you were hit in your head. You fell to the ground groaning with pain as you looked at seer. "I'm sorry my dearest." He mumbled before knocking you out.

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yanderefantasies · 2 years

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May I ask for some yandere Headcanon with Andrew and an SO that has been kidnapped ?

Hope you're doing good 👍

Yeah I’m doin sorta okay- allergies are kicking my ass rn. Considering adding some new fandoms to the masterlist, dunno tho. Anyway- hope you’re all well:)

-Despite appearances, Andrew isn’t as aggressive n shit as people stereotype him to be, but he also isn’t some boy who needs to be babied. He’s a grown man with issues, but has a damn heart for fucks sake.

-Andrew wouldn’t treat his abducted darling harshly, if anything, he’d feel guilty for what he’d done. But he knows it’s already too late to turn back at that point either way.

-Because of this, don’t expect much talking for him for awhile. It’s mostly just mumbled apologies and avoiding eye contact when he brings some food to your room or something, but that’s about it. Eventually, once he tries getting over the guilt of taking you away, he’ll start thinking about delusional possibilities for the future.

-He’ll warm up eventually. Greet you, try to smile a little and touch your hand when giving you something. Things like that. Thought, as stated before, he isn’t a man to be babied. Don’t think he’s some soft fool that’ll roll over for you with a snap of your fingers. He knows what he wants, and that’s a relationship with you. He plans to get that one way or another.

-He wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, but he’s definitely had to leave the room a few times in fits of anger because of your insults and behavior. But, he quickly turns around and comes back soon enough with a hesitant smile on his face, writing it off as you being in a mood that day.

-I don’t think Andrew would ever turn to violence. He’s not that type of man. But, he isn’t against manipulation, making you think you want and need him, just as he does with you. It may start with simple things, like guilt tripping you about his childhood, for one. But also taking advantage of your isolation, saying that you need him with you.

-He’s a strong man, I wouldn’t suggest trying to fight and flee. If anything, you’ll just worry him. This man dug up and carried coffins for a living, he’s clearly not weak. But as stated before- he wouldn’t hurt you. Just a little restraining you until you tire out should do the trick.

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momo-hearts · 1 year

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My lady.

Summary, Lucky was a lucky man to be described as but meeting you were just a gods miracle.

Ratatosk! Lucky X reader who have the same ability as nobara from JJK.

TW; Yandere themes and yknow the gig.

is it some kind of miracle that you descended upon him? a forest full of mystery and rumors' that was yet to be solved by him and Eli. it wasn't something he expected after a huge explosion was heard deep in the forest he resides in so in a hurry he grab his bag and glasses as he ran towards the huge explosion that happened, until his fur coat were cough into one of your nails that he heard your voice for the first time “hairpin.” it almost burnt his whole tail off! well it more like a spirit tail than a real one but you get him! rather than nearly dying in your hands, you seem to apologize about the misunderstanding you made thinking you were a predator and an enemy since he was very quiet and fast making you attack in a haze of panic.

that how you first met but how do you two get to know each other specifically? well that is a truce or rather making each other an ally for the forest. this environment wasn't something that is called save night or day it always have a small percentage of being injured or rather danger in the shadows and day light. nothing is what it seems in the surface or in the inside. you two helped together by sending supplies, urgent messages, helping each others needs and hunt together when extra help needed or when there is a food shortage.

It was brief, only a hi and a how are you or two. Only short conversations and nothing major, like npcs in a protagonists world. Truly he wants to get to know you more but he felt like he can't, he doesn't trust any of his 'friend's they weren't friends in the first place but rather colleagues who use each other for their own gain or assistance if needed. That's all to it really, the fantastical forest is all dreamy and beautiful but inside is just a hell spawn that's awaiting to be erupted.

He wanted to protect you but the situation and where you live are... Incredibly dangerous.. So he took the risk and managed to convinced you about the dangers. But your stubborn, being someone who would sacrifice themselves for their own needs or for others. It's stupidly infuriating to him but.. He loves you. Too much.

He doesn't know what to do except make sure you have a safe trip home and out. Even if it's normal errands he would insist going with you, not taking a no as an answer... His lucky. You don't get hurt if his here... Right?

As if came true, everytime his with you, your day seem even more... Pleasent.. Too pleasent sometimes it creeps you out with how calm and lucky the day is..

As long as he doesn't tell his feelings.. You will be alright. That's all. Alright... Alright... Alright...

ALRIGHT.

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lumierexfics · 5 months

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Chat Log Name : Holiday Event!

❆ Chat Log Description: Happy holidays! I made this event for fun again because the holidays are coming up which is amazing! The deadline is January 1st of next year (which may seem like a long way but it’s actually really close!) Requests [ 0 out of 7] written…

What type of gift was it?

Secret Gift, No AU

Books, Academic AU

Music box, Time traveler AU

Crown, Royalty AU

A book from their favorite author, Bookstore AU

Lasso, Cowboy AU

Jar of stars, Celestial AU

Pearl jewelry, Mermaid AU

Wedding Rings, Arranged Marriage AU

Matching red bracelets, Red string AU

A mug, Coffee shop AU

A sketchbook, Artist & Muse AU

Opera gloves, Regency AU

Heart, Soulmate mark AU

Mirror, SAGAU / Self-Aware AU (Video games only if requested!)

What type of box is it?

A brown box, Enemies to lovers

A neatly decorated box, Academic rivals to lovers

Familiar yet unfamiliar box, Childhood friends to lovers

A box with heart designs, First love

Subtle letter and discreet box, Forbidden love

Favorite color box with matching tape, Similarities attract

Blue box and orange tape, Opposites attract

Painted wooden box, Friends

Finally, what bow to put on the box!

Yellow bow, Angst

Pink bow, Fluff

Green bow, Thriller

Silver bow, Fantasy

⇗ Special Edition! ⇖

Autumn Prompt List

Cozy Autumn Prompts

Spooky & Autumn Prompts

Falling in Fall

Dialogue For Jacket Sharing

Winter Prompt List

Winter Activity List

Winter Date List

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ithaquakisser · 1 year

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Look Only At Me

Synopsis; Your eyes are his and only his. Why must you look someone else's way?

CW; Unhealthy relationship, obsession, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, suggestive themes, slight NSFW

MINORS DNI. (18+)

WC; ≈1.2K

Note; I was going through it writing this because I literally made myself blush— 😭 I had a lot of fun writing this though, that's for sure! I noticed "Desire" received so many notes so I decided to write something similar to it. I have to admit I am a bit embarrassed since this was a bit self-indulgent... But I hope you guys enjoy! 🫶 (This was written at 3am...)

Ithaqua gravely detested you. Your presence brought about such profound feelings of resentment in his heart. Such utter feelings of indignation must be buried in silence. Let the wind cry and roar in spite of your presence whilst you turn a blind eye to his misery. Must you pull at his heartstrings each time you part your lips to speak? Must you leave him in dismay every moment your eyes avert from his?

What shall he do to put an end to such torment? What could remedy such agony? You were akin to a dove, oh so pure, so lovely, oh so naive. You dared not turn his way. You were a mere dove, one that he wishes to sink his teeth into. One that he longs to maintain for his selfish desires. One that he yearns to pluck your beloved white feathers and leave you flightless. That way, you could never leave him.

You were a nuisance. You were nothing more but a burden to him. Yet, why must the wind cry upon your absence? He could never bring himself to understand such a thing. Must you cast him aside like worthless dross? Let your eyes wander, longing for something, someone more than him. Such a thought only churns feelings of displeasure. Ithaqua bit his lip in vexation, for he believed this was something he shan't ever let happen.

Your chest heaved sporadically whilst you panted. The distinctively tall hunter towered over you, his ice axe in hand as droplets of crimson met the snow beneath your feet. A flame ignited in his ember eyes as it locked with yours, he could hear his heart beating brutally in ire while he gazed upon your face of dismay. A sly leer on his face as he approached you. You took a step back, letting out a shaky gasp as you met the walls behind you.

Your teammates were nowhere to be seen or heard. In the distance, you could faintly hear cipher machines. The young male had dropped his ice axe behind him, hunching over slightly to meet your face. Raven hues fixated onto yours, he was abnormally close for comfort. “Ithaqua…?” You uttered breathily. With a menacing smile beneath his mask, he gripped your face, causing you to yelp.

“Y/N… Why must you torment me so? Do you hate me, Y/N?” Ithaqua spoke your name like a prayer, an incantation. “Why do you avoid me?” He interrogated with a scowl. “Are you… afraid of me, Y/N?” He lifted your chin to face him, his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. “No… Of course not, Ithaqua.”

“Then… Why do you run from me, Y/N?” Ithaqua gripped your face tighter, his nails sinking lightly into your skin. Your heart fiercely pounded against your chest as he spoke. Snowflakes licked at your hair as scarlet beads spilled from your lips from your earlier encounter. “Tell me… Do I scare you?” He probed as he ran his thumb over your bloodied lips.

“Fear certainly wouldn’t look like this, now, would it…?” Leisurely, you reached your trembling hands towards his mask. You pulled it off, letting it drop to the snow beneath the two of you. A shade of scarlet red painted over his pale cheeks as his onyx eyes met yours, taken aback by your gesture. A faint cool breeze grazed against both of your skins as he leaned closer, releasing his grip on you.

Ithaqua intertwined his hands with yours instead, pinning them against the wall as he leaned toward the crook of your neck. “Don’t you run from me anymore.” He murmured, his hot breath against your skin. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled in response. “Must you always look someone else’s way?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You repeated yourself like a broken record. You could not bear to upset him like this. “Then promise me one thing, Y/N.” “Yes, Ithaqua?” He leaned in close to your ear, his thumb caressing your hand as he whispered. -“Look only at me.”-

“Of course…” You obliged. “Good…” His lips curled into a small smile as he tenderly kissed your neck. You winced as he scraped his teeth against your bare neck, Ithaqua emitting a small chuckle in response. “Relax…” His warm tongue ran over your flesh, sinking his teeth into you as he sucked. You moaned as he trailed love bites down your neck, working himself down to your collarbone. You called out his name under your breath, lost in his touch.

You had flinched upon the sound of sirens wailing throughout the vicinity. “Ithaqua—” The hunter silenced you, placing a slender finger on your lips. “We’re not done yet.” Spoke the male as he raised your chin, his lips brushing against yours. You melted into the kiss, enveloping your arms around his waist.

Oh, how he gravely detested you. How you'd so easily succumb to him. How you'd still beam at him regardless of his actions. It all made him sick, sick to his stomach. Sick in ways he still didn't quite understand. Perhaps, his heart would find peace with you wrapped around his finger. Seeing it all come into play as you melted upon his touch. He wondered how far is it that you can go. How long is it before you break?

A hand intertwined with his, and another buried deep into his platinum waves. His soft lips were pressed against yours, your tongue dancing with his. Ithaqua's face was flushed with a ruby tint, burning against your skin. Small strands of hair brushed upon your warm cheeks, his body pressed against yours. He was greedy in every way, shape, and form. His touch demonstrates his burning desire, one that is everlasting.

His fingers trailed down your body, begging for more of your touch. He tasted the bitter, metallic taste of blood from your lips, a piece of work done by his own hands. He left you breathless, gasping for air, pleading for more. A thin strand of saliva connected you two, his touch lingering on your skin. The hunter dared not look at you, unable to comprehend the feelings churning inside of him.

How greatly he wanted to strike you down at that very moment. The very moment you laid your delicate eyes on him with such adoration. How dare you gaze upon him with great delicacy? How dare you stir these feelings in his heart? These were all words left unspoken as he reached a trembling hand towards you. Ithaqua's heart pounded frantically in his chest as you took his hand into yours. He wished he could run away, hide away from you, you who brings him torment.

You never cease to pull at his heartstrings like a lyre, and he despised you for it.

Warm rays of sunshine shone upon your face as you awoke in the manor once again. Disoriented you were, you had no recollection of the events that occurred subsequently. You trailed your fingers down your neck, the sound of wind ringing in your ears like chimes. Your cheeks were tinted a shade of carmine, and the series of events prior replayed in your mind ever so vividly. His lips on your cold neck, his fingers tracing stars into your skin. He had left you with a feeling you never felt before in your chest.

Yet, oh, how he detested you so.

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