#yandere snippet

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Meeting Kiran

Kiran Masterlist

Y/N considered herself a careful person. She always clutched her bag in such a way that pickpockets couldn’t get to it, she looked under and around her car before getting in it, and she always locked the doors before checking her receipts or shopping lists. So when a man in a ski mask had her at knifepoint, she was surprised to say the least.

“You scream, and you’re dead, got it?” he ordered, taking her by the arm.

Y/N did just that, stomping on his foot and taking the chance to run off. The man yelped in pain, shouting at someone she couldn’t see. She headed toward the nearest building, but another criminal blocked her path.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?”

Y/N screamed again, turning around, but the first criminal had caught up to her and was now waving his knife in her face.

“When I’m done with you, your own mother won’t be able to recognize you,” he spat.

“And if you don’t let her go in the next two seconds, your mother won’t need to pay the cremator for your ashes.”

Suddenly the dark city street got very, very bright. The criminals and Y/N all shielded their eyes against the blazing figure hovering off the ground. The figure descended to the ground and shot two fireballs at the criminals’ feet. They shrieked in pain, trying to stamp out the flames burning through their shoes.

They bolted, leaving Y/N staring wide-eyed at the man who had saved her.

“Y-you’re Solar Flare-”

The man smiled, his eyes shining through his bright-red fringe.

“That would be me,” he agreed, “and you are?”

“Y-Y/N.”

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Solar Flare asked gently.

Y/N gulped.

“Um, I’m not hurt,” she said, “so that counts for something, right?”

Solar Flare stepped closer. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Let me get you somewhere safe,” he said, “then I’ll go after those two.”

Y/N nodded, a bit of pink decorating her cheeks. Solar Flare smiled, then pulled her in by the waist, lifting her into the sky.

“Where do you live?” he asked, “I’d rather take you straight home than somewhere else.”

Y/N normally wouldn’t give out her home address, but this was a superhero for crying out loud, surely he wouldn’t abuse the information.

“I live on 93 Lumin Street,” Y/N answered.

Solar Flare nodded, flying her off to the address. Her set her down at her doorstep.

“Here we are,” he said.

Solar Flare took a small sun-shaped pendant out of his pocket. On the back of the pendant was a flame-shaped button.

“If you need me, press this twice, and I’ll come to you,” he said, handing it to her.

“Th-Thank you,” Y/N said, taking it.

“Stay safe, Y/N.”

Solar Flare flew up into the night sky as Y/N went inside her house. He didn’t take his eyes off her until she closed her front door.

…

Kiran entered his mansion through the skylight, dusting his gloved hands off. Those criminals wouldn’t be bothering Y/N anymore, not unless the two piles of ash in the sewer system suddenly came back to life. He went over to his surveillance system and watched Y/N sleeping in her bed. He had saved tons of civilians before, but none seemed to be quite like her. He was going to see her again, he would make sure of it.

#Kiran #Solar Flare #Yandere OC #yandere #yandere snippet #yandere x fem!reader #writeblr #writing #creative writing #superhero yandere #kiran x reader #knife

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

⸸ F-02-?? (Reddened Buddy) — Debut ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made a cute puppy into a maybe sane, maybe absolutely crazy in love wolf in sheep's clothing. Debuts are pilot writing pieces I make for Abnormalities to give an idea of how I see and will write their character. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Warning: yanderes are their own warning, dark themes (fear of abandonment, violent and abusive relationship, trauma)

Note: Like I do with all non-humanoid Abnormalities, I imagined Reddened Buddy with a human form as I wrote this, and I refer to it as he/him. The Blue-Smocked Shepherd was mentioned mentioned, and I referred to them the same way.

A kiss.

A whip.

A gentle caress, or the sharp slap of a hand across his face.

So long as they all came from his beloved, what did it matter if one hurt more than the other? They were still his darling's touches, and under their hands, he felt alive.

⸸

The Agent wasn't his first Master. Far from it, unfortunately.

Before them was a man, a one-eyed being that referred to himself as a protector. He liked to call himself the shepherd of the flock. But the truth of the matter was, he was anything but those things.

He could be waiting patiently for his master, and that man would keep his distance.

He would whimper, plead, beg for the tiniest sliver of affection. That man would kick him down instead.

And once he finally learned to stay away, to be obedient and keep out of his master's way, that man would spout the most hurtful words, sharper than any blade of his could cut.

It was only inevitable for the dog's eyes to wander in search of a new master.

⸸

The Agent reminded him of better days.

When the man was just a boy, the son of the town's shepherd. Mischievous, if not devious, but he had the same glimmer of hope and innocence as any other child then.

As for him? He was their loyal shepherding dog.

Humans were fickle creatures, and that was a lesson he learned the hard way. As such, he had learned to keep himself closed off around others, only devoting himself entirely to that man.

But their gentle hands...they brought him such great relief. And when they looked at him, they were filled with the same love and adoration as that boy once did, if not more.

He only prayed they wouldn't lose that glimmer in their eyes.

⸸

Where were they?

Where were they?

Where were they where were they where were they?

So many possibilities drifted in and out of his mind. So many hurtful thoughts, and all of them involving the Agent leaving him alone for good.

There was no solace in silence. No peace to be found even though he was no longer bound to that cruel man.

There was only heartache and loneliness. Oh, the unbearable, maddening loneliness.

Without them, this place was too quiet. Without them, there was no one to run their hand through his hair. Without them, there was no one to soothe his pain away.

The cuts now ran deeper, the gashes rougher and grittier than ever.

As he lied there within his containment unit, he remembered words that his old had so deeply engraved onto his heart.

'You're a wolf. One day, everyone will know that.'

He began to sob.

I'll be a good boy. I promise...Please, just come back.

~ ~ ~ End ~ ~ ~

Happy Halloween!

⸸ Art by Sammym8 (DeviantArt)

#reddened buddy #male yandere #yandere drabble #yandere snippet #yandere writing #yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere project moon #love-eldritch #lobotomy corp #lobotomy corporation #yandere x reader

[automeris-io-moth]

Hostage situation

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day,” Hero murmured, clacking the silver spoon at the edge of the table, their eyes fixed still on the full plate before them. 

“Eat, Hero.” 

Their eyebrows furrowed in response, face twisting into a scowl. Hero lifted their head, looking to meet the others' eyes, thinking that, perhaps, they were just as unsure to face truthfully the other as they were. 

Villain was not. Brown eyes which shined yellow under the warm light of the room faced them, straight and unwavering. 

Hero averted theirs once again.

“You don’t care for what I have to say?” 

“Not particularly,” Villain answered, “but if it means a lot to you, go right ahead.” 

Hero swallowed 

“I’ll take your deal,” they answered,quickly, as fast as they could to disguise the trembling of their voice. “I’ll support your case, I’ll make sure it gets to Superhero, to the President and the Ministry of Security, I’ll get Sidekick back to you.” 

Swirling their wine on the cup, white to make good pair with the salmon, Villain nodded, solemnly and slowly, almost doubtfully, and yet the mere hint of a positive answer made Hero’s heart pound inside their chest. Not yet relief but the dread that came right before it. 

“Oh Hero,” Villain answered, the tone of pity melting with their words “but you’ve already done that, my sidekick’s being transported to me right now. A hostage exchange if you may.”

The chain on their ankle rattled as they threw themselves back on the chair, blood pumping inside their ears. 

“Are you letting me go? Am I going back with Superhero?!” 

A moment of silence was followed by a deep, hoarse laugh, rumbling across the room and shaking if ever so slightly the silverware and glasses. 

“Of course not sweet, sweet, dumb thing,” they answered “you’re staying right here with me, with us.” 

Hero’s heart felt like falling from a thousand floors. And a deep, unescapable sentiment of despair felt like a cold sweat inducing fever dream. 

“No!” Hero wailed,  “No, no, no. You said that if, that when you, when Sidekick came back to you you would let me go, you promised! I told you I would take the deal.” 

“You were too late, pet, you took too long, I want to keep you now.” 

_

Masterlist

I'm very hopefully back, still working on my motivation to keep writing but making a good effort I promise.

#my writing #creative writing #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #hero #short story #writing wip #writing snippet #villains and heroes #hero/villain #villain/hero #yandere #yandere villain #villain x sidekick #betrayal #sidekick x villain #wips #captured hero #hero whumpee #intimate whumper #which is the villain #so yeah #villain whumper

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can I have a snippet about a morally grey Hero taking advantage of yandere Villain’s jealousy and violent tendencies? Hero knows Villain kills people Hero gets too close to, so they start flirting with other villains that they want stopped or villains that they just plain don’t like.

“You look tired,” the hero said. Usually, they would have the curtesy to ring the bell and not enter through the window. However, they hadn’t had time to change into their normal clothes which left the window as the best option.

They weren’t too thrilled to explain to the villain’s neighbours why they were dressed up like a superhero. Especially not to the old lady above them.

“I...” The villain looked at them, pupils blown up. They looked quite innocent like this and the hero supposed they rather made that impression on everyone in their life. The villain was clever, was quiet when they had to be, was assertive when it was demanded of them, was seductive when they forced themselves to be. Sometimes the villain’s ability to adapt scared the hero. What if the hero was too boring for them one day?

Would they get rid of them?

Although that seemed unlikely, the hero had seen the villain’s deepest secrets and they had learnt about their most vulnerable parts. If this was a long-term thing (and the hero wanted that, not only for the violent benefits but also for the ego boost), they couldn’t allow themselves to slip up.

Then again, the villain was efficient when it came to murder but they also had the tendency to lose all their power when it came to the hero.

They were like a puppy.

“Hm?” The hero raked their fingers through the villain’s messy hair. It wasn't exactly love what they wanted. So what?

Didn’t they deserve a little compensation for all the pain they had lived through? Losing people was part of the job and if the hero could have someone who wanted them, who could protect themselves, who really cared about them, even if the hero didn't have the same feelings for them? Who could blame them for continuing this? Who could blame them for wanting to be loved?

“Sorry, I’m very tired,” the villain said. They closed their eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Hard day?”

“Yeah.” Obviously. The villain had murdered one of the most powerful villains in the entire country a few hours ago and it hadn’t been a quick fight. The hero would know. They had watched carefully.

They doubted the villain knew any of that.

“Got into an argument again, did you?”

No one had found the body yet.

“Yeah, you could say that,” the villain said. The hero smiled gently as their grip grew stronger in the villain's hair. Slowly, the hero scrutinised the villain, noticing bandages and bandaids on their body. Not saying a word, they let go of the villain and walked over to their fridge.

For a moment, the hero had thought the villain wouldn’t make it. The fight had been brutal and bloody and anything but easy. But even if the villain had died, the hero could’ve killed the other villain easily.

It would have been a devastating loss, obviously. The villain had already killed ten of their own kind and their work was incredible.

“How was your day?” the villain asked, despite being in incredible pain. It was adorable how they thought the hero wouldn’t notice.

“Oh, it was alright. Arresting some bad guys, doing an interview, stuff like that.” They closed the fridge, disappointed.

“Being a superhero must be hard.”

“You have no idea,” the hero mumbled, still eager to find something to eat in the kitchen. It was a mess and the hero was truly not impressed.

“...I’ve been thinking about us,” the villain said quietly. “Today was...difficult and I just want you to know that you mean a lot to me. All I do is for you and—”

“We agreed on friends with benefits,” the hero interrupted. “I told you my secret because I trust you, because I care about you, too. You know I cannot have relationships that are more than that.”

The hero looked at them sharply, as if to scold them and apparently, the villain understood. They wanted to say something but did not.

“That being said, there’s a new villain I got assigned to. I don’t know, they’re kind of funny.”

“Oh, really? How funny?”

The villain didn’t learn, they always took the bait.

#oh boy #did you miss me? #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #morally grey hero #yandere villain

[mothwingwritings]

Apologies

Reader X Welt Yang

I want to preface this little story snippet by saying I don’t really plan on regularly writing for Honkai Star Rail (this may be the only thing I write for HSR tbh) and I’ve not gotten super far into it (I only just recently got to Luofo) but I love Welt Yang with all my little beating heart and I get sad that he doesn’t seem to be as popular as the other dudes when it comes to fic content, so I wrote him a little something. :3

I really want to try and push myself out of my comfort zone and get more acclimated with writing nice characters through the yandere/dark fic lens. Mr. Yang has become one of my guinea pigs so bless him.

WARNINGS: Possessive behavior, mentions of physical and mental abuse, yandere, dubcon kissing/touching.

Your first kiss with Welt was full of desperation.

His iron grip held you taut against his body, while ravenous lips pressed down firmly upon your own. It felt more like an attempt at suffocation than a kiss, and you couldn’t help but be taken aback by the ferocity at which he came for you. Was such unbridled desire always lying dormant in this reserved, kind, gentle man this whole time? The interaction happened so fast it was hard to process what was going on, let alone decipher the true intentions of the man who was perpetrating the act.

Discomfort bordering on pain-this was how you would remember his initial show of affection.

“I’m sorry.”

Those words followed his first tense love confession and succeeded each one thereafter. Every hold that lasted a beat too long, every kiss the was a tad too invasive, every moment he lost control of himself and ended up hurting you as a result of his unchecked passion, a fervent apology would follow shortly after. They would tumble from his lips in breathy whispers, spoken as if they were a prayer, peppered in with the delicate kisses he would litter over the wounds that he had inflicted upon you.

It didn’t matter how gingerly he’d treat you after, you’d wince at each unwanted kiss. The sear of his lips causing you more pain than any other touch ever could.

“I’m sorry.”

He said it so much it was becoming like a catch phrase. When he caught you crying alone in your room or when he felt you struggle against his overbearing affection, the words would spill from within him. His regrets would be relayed to you in hushed tones, mumbled against your skin, chanted to you over and over and over again, begging to be absolved of the sins he was committing against you.

“I’m sorry.”

Those words no longer held any meaning.

“I’m sorry.”

They were only spoken to make himself feel better.

“I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t apologizing. He was tricking himself into thinking he wasn’t hurting you, that by saying them he was making something right.

“I’m sorry.”

If he was really sorry, he wouldn’t be doing this in the first place.

“I’M SORRY!”

You were, too.  Sorry that you believed he was a good man, sorry that you trusted him, and sorry that you were once naïve enough to ever have given your heart to him.

#ilu Welt Yang #I hope with my tiny lil snippet I did you an ounce of justice #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x y/n #honkai star rail x y/n #welt yang x reader #welt yang x y/n #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere welt yang x reader #yandere welt yang x y/n #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere x reader #yandere fic #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #yandere honkai star rail x you #yandere hsr x you #mothwingswritings

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖝𝖞

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Had this type of scenario going around in my head.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, both advise me if not wanting to be tagged here. I don’t remember.😭

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I’m new to this lore, and learning on my way of writing this. I think I just have some basics down. This is also not a… logical story. This, in no way, fits into the Warhammer 30k or 40k universe. This is purely just for enjoyment. Not proofread.

The Suberb Cathedral of Cologne | Their structures look like this right?

TW // None, I think.

To discover a new dimension was… interesting to say the least.

The new dimension. The new world was- is structurally prettier than our modern world. They have built grand structures that would have “The Suberb Cathedral of Cologne” be minuscule next to them. Their structures much stronger, taller, and wider. Covering acres of the land. The land they called “Terra.”

Which was a similar name to “Earth.” Just in Latin, in our world. A similar planet too, that was just more… advanced and polluted than anything. They also called their moon “Luna.” Which was named almost as regular as anything else besides the hulking, men in armor.

Those were interesting beings. They were taller, enhanced, and thickly armored human beings that called themselves “The Adeptus Astartes.” Or in other words a “Space Marine.”

The “Adeptus Custodes” were the first ones I've met. It wasn’t a peaceful meeting either. How could it be? I was sent through an unbelievable portal, not expecting to visit some huge, gold ridden throne room. I'm sure they weren't expecting it as well with how their spear-like weapons surrounded the two people I came in with like a flash. Their towering golden armor casting a shadow over every form. Leaving no chance to escape.

Not like anyone could. It was clear of how much power these Custodes held just by looking at them. Feeling how the area shifted with a more dangerous one, and one of the stupid people tested that theory, booking it when they thought they had an chance, but got quickly picked up by the collar of their shirt like a kicked puppy. It didn’t even look like an effort was made to do so. The Custodes just seemed more annoyed than anything.

Furthermore, for one of those reasons. These Custodes moved, more like shoved the whole group into a cell block so far down into the structure that it had the other person whining about how their feet hurt.

The custodes didn’t say nothing while they closed us into a cell. Putting “The ShadowKeeper” on duty to watch the cell. Which I think is a specific type of Custodes for this job. Concluding how the guy just stood there up for hours and had to listen to the many, many, many complaints of the two people in the cell with me. I don’t even know all of the people well, except for the girl.

She was someone I was quietly extracting from point A to point B. Nothing hard to do besides her constant whining and her “heroic” boyfriend that was trying saving her from me. I honestly was about to put a bullet in the guy's head for disrupting my work until that portal showed up, throwing all of us in there. I might have done her father something good for doing so though. She was not allowed to be around “men” at all anyways. It was stated in the contract.

Though, I was lucky enough that I was not fully dressed up in gear to be presented to this new world that could have been more hostile for all I know. Could have sliced me into two right there in that thrown room in seconds if I had my gear on, but they didn’t and I don’t know if that was the better alternative or not, but it usually wasn’t.

Nevertheless, the days in that cell passed like a dream where the only parts you got were the unimportant ones. The whiny duo wouldn’t stop begging at the Shadowkeeper to let them out, or at least give them a shrivel of attention. The boyfriend of the girl wouldn’t stop trying to fight me, and the two would eat the food given to us by Custodes that I wouldn’t dare to eat, and still wouldn't dare to eat after the other two scavenged my serving like they hadn't eaten the day before. Something the ShadowKeeper notified his superiors about. I know they did, it was a warden's job.

That’s how the cell was visited by their leader, this man, this deity? I not to sure what he was, but his golden eyes swept across the cell, scanning it before landing on my own figure sitting crisscrossed on the stone cold cell floor, his eyes never once leave my own. His towering form overthrowing the Custodies with amazing ease. It left the other two in the cell shocked, just how big was everything in this world?

It was almost freakish in a way. His intimidating gaze felt like a heatwave to be underneath. Pulsing into my skin to see the sins beneath. To boil me alive from inside and out. It was wired. Never was there ever a person to feel like they were crawling under my skin, but this wasn’t a person was it? This man…thing was something else.

When he spoke, he sounded calm, and gravelly, but judging how the other two looked like they swooned over him, like he spoke honeyed words to them, I couldn’t be so sure of that. Were they hearing something different than I was?

Sudden whispers attacked my hearing as I looked away from the… man. Seeing the portal was summoned from out of nowhere. It's swirling vortex calling me in. The relief of not having to look at the intimating man coming off my shoulders.

Standing up from the floor, I looked back at the man dawned in gold for a second more. Questioning if it was he that controlled these portals or not. It wouldn't be unusual for a man in his stature to do something impossible like that considering that he was about the size of a two story building.

I’d expect them to rush into the cell and try to deprive me of going back to wherever this portal might take me, but they didn’t, they held back. The man’s golden gauntlet stoping the Shadowkeeper from proceeding any further. Does this mean he knows something I don’t?

Perhaps, he knew that I would come back again. Not purposely, of course.

It was almost nearly undeniable to reject the portal. It whispers to you, it’s unintelligible words calling you in like some sort of chant. Even if you did reject its whispers, it would forcefully pull you through by an unknown force.

That happened on my umpteenth time coming back to the world. I was too busy trying to get stuff done within my world, I got sucked into the portal.

Moreover, within these questionable timings of the portal. It became a regular thing in their world as the portal put me in the same place before, the throne room. There was always an Custodes posted there to await my untimely arrival. Ready to escort me throughout the maze of the structure, or if ordered, to my own “personal quarters.”

That wasn’t something I particularly liked at first.

Sure, it was nice to have a personal bodyguard. To have my own luxurious room decorated with softest, silkiest sheets I have ever touched in my life, but it wasn’t what I was used to. It wasn’t my lifestyle. It was different, unfathomable; shouldn’t be happening.

Non of this should be happening.

I shouldn’t be in the world of gods, and demigods. I shouldn’t be even meeting with them sharing the same ground as them and it wasn’t out of their divinity, but it was because I don’t belong here. This wasn’t my world. It wasn’t my universe.

This whole thing… just wasn’t right, but who to say anything to practical gods? Who’s to say anything against a cursed portal?

Not that “heroic” boyfriend. His blood stains the ground of the cell for… talking too much.

#warhammer 40k #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #snippet #introduction #Yandere? Yandere. #the emperor of mankind #adeptus custodes #and more

[khujoor]

(1) GOJO SATORU - IN MY MIND (SNIPPET)

snippet from this poll

tw: yandere (but not obvious yet)

"Why are you here?"

You looked at the one who stood in front of you, a confused look on your face.

"Because I'm sorry."

You could almost scoff at his words. He was sorry?

After so long?

"Are you really?"

"Yes."

#x reader #angst #yandere #jjk #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk #yandere gojo #gojo snippet #gojo satoru #🤍 KHUJOOR.

[deckofaces]

Hii, I would love to request yandere whumper, pls and thank you!

Ice cream for motivation 🍦🍦

Hi! So I realized this has been sitting in my inbox for ages. But then I had an amazing thought, why not answer it on your birthday? So this is my bday gift to you! Happy birthday!! I hope you like it :)

Late Night Delusions

Tw: whump, yandere whumper, failed escape, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, possesive(? not sure but I’ll put it), and I think a bit of gaslighting too so yeah

Whumpee crept through the house, slowly and quietly. The home was pitch black, they could barely see, even the currents were drawn on any of the windows to block any moonlight from coming in. They sometimes wondered if Whumper did that on purpose, in case Whumpee tried something like what they were doing now. 

But they would be fine, lately they’ve been learning the house like the back of their hand. They knew where every creak in the floorboards were, they memorized the easiest places to exit, and they were pretty sure they knew how to get out as quietly as possible. The most difficult part was getting up the steps from the basement, which Whumpee already did! The stairs had the most creaks out of the entire home.

Whumpee knew that Whumper went to bed a couple hours before. They stayed up waiting until they felt certain their kidnapper went to sleep. This is the first bit of hope they’ve felt in so long, they practically clung to it like their life depended on it. 

They crept across the living room and kitchen towards the back door of the house. They could see the dark night outside the back door window, oh how they wished to feel the cool night encompass them. Whumpee silently took a deep breath, slowly twisting the doorknob. 

They let out a shriek that pierced through the stillness of the household. A firm iron hold gripped their wrist not on the doorknob and yanked them away from the handle, spinning them around. Whumpee’s eyes widened seeing Whumper’s face now in front of theirs, even in the dark. Their soft but honeyed voice seemed to shred any hope they had into tiny itty bitty pieces. “I did not know we were going out stargazing tonight, Whumpee.”

Whumpee frantically shook their head, trying to pull their wrist out of their hold, but Whumper did not seem to budge. “Please let me go,” they pleaded, “I’m so tired of being here!”

Whumper barely reacted to their attempts to escape their grip. They just blinked at them with a look of concern. “But my dear.. I’ve been helping you. You are getting so much more attention and love since you’ve been here.” They gave Whumpee a sad look. “Are you sick? What are you doing up in the middle of the night saying these crazy things?” They put a hand to their forehead as if to feel for a temperature. 

With their free hand Whumpee slapped their hand away. “What-? Sick? No, no, I’m not sick! You know I’m not-! You- you hurt me!”

Whumper’s face contorted into one of confusion. “Whumpee.. I don’t hurt you. Your life was so difficult outside of the comfort of my home. I’m giving you a nice easy life if you would just let me..”

“I have friends and family and people waiting for me out there! I’ve been here, stuck with you for I don’t even know how long anymore!” Whumpee shouted, their built up anger and emotions being released finally through their desperate rant.

“Who?” Whumper questioned. “Caretaker?” 

Whumpee fell silent. They were right, and oh god they missed Caretaker. Maybe they have been their motivation for escaping this whole time. Whumper stared at them waiting for an answer, but in the end their silence spoke for them.

“Caretaker did not know how to take care of you. They did not know you like I do. It is best if you erase them from your mind, Whumpee. They were manipulating you and making you worse. And see this-“ they waved to the door “-means I still have a lot of work to do with you.”

Tears filled Whumpee’s eyes. “No! No, you know nothing about me or Caretaker! You are sick and twisted and-“ they were interrupted by Whumper grabbing the collar of their shirt and yanking them closer. They must have let go of their wrist some time in their argument and they didn’t notice.

“You are mine. You were never Caretaker’s. You will never see them again, you are staying with me. Now I suggest you go back to bed, you are being delusional, you must be exhausted if you are lashing out like this.”

“Please, no- I-“

“Shhh, I said it is time for bed.” Whumper reached into their back pocket, Whumpee not noticing the movement in the dark. “You will feel better in the morning, you will be over all this craziness.”

“What, I’m not crazy-!” They helped and looked down at their arm, Whumper held a syringe and were emptying its contents of who knows what into their system. 

“Relax, all you need is rest.” 

Whumpee let out a handful of weak protests. They could not fight off the exhaustion that seemed to quickly wash over them and make their body feel so heavy. Whumper picked them up into a bridal carry when they became too weak to stand, and in the end, falling unconscious.

“Yes.. goodnight Whumpee,” Whumper whispered, looking at the sleeping figure in their arms. There was no way they would let them go so easily. They were theirs after all. 

#whump #writing #my writing #writers #whump community #whump fic #whump writing #yandere whump #yandere whumper #failed escape #drugging #tw drugging #tw failed escape #whumpee #whumper #caretaker mention #not a prompt #whump snippet #birthday snippet :) #short snippet

[ryndicate]

"...Best friends?"

"That's what I said. Why, do you not want to?"

Of course he wants to. But... "For how long?"

"Forever, dummy. Here." You grab for his hand, twining your little finger with his.

Bachira looks from his hand, to yours, to your face, waiting for your explanation.

"You and me will best friends forever. Pinky promise," you smile at him, eyes closing. A sign of trust he’s not sure he deserves. "Say it back, so I know you mean it."

Oh. Bachira blinks and a wide smile forms on his face, something clicking in his mind that sets the rest of his life into motion.

"Best friends forever."

#I made some progress today on a thing I’ve been working on in bits and pieces so #so I finally feel happy enough to share this little snippet of it :) #it’s for a sfw/dc platonic yandere Bachira >:) #bachira x reader #bllk x reader

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

First of all, this blog of yours is a blessing. Your yandere works are just ♡♡♡♡♡ I cannot even put it on words. Thanks to you, now I know Lobotomy Corporation and I can't get enough of it. I need to know more about this game, the lore, the abnormalities and everything it can offer.

And secondly, I don't know much about Der Freischütz & Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, but can I request a yandere drabbles/one-shot/headcanons about them? I don't play the game (yet) but the second I saw those two, they got my attention (and my heart).

I hope I don't bother you with my request.

P.s: did I already say your writings are just that perfect I can't stop re-reading them?

⸸ The Devilish Marksman and the Caged Butterfly ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where a sexy butterfly wants to encase you in his coffin, but the devil said no. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Note: read until the end for my person message to Anon.

Love.

Der Freischütz might have been a human once, but he never understood what that thing called 'love' was. It was an alien concept, a subject that he could never hope to understand.

So when he was but a mere human, he scoffed at the Devil.

"The person I love most, you say?" he jeered. "No such person exists."

But it did.

Perhaps he have should known given how much he cared about himself and no one else. At the very least, he should have predicted that the seventh bullet would pierce no one else's heart but his own.

One might think he always had one, given how his iciness seemed to always melt off around his favourite Agent, but no.

First and foremost, he became a Devil because his predecessor saw him for what he was. Heartless.

And as a Devil, it would be an insult to call his soul-binding contract something as fickle and fleeting as 'love'.

He found it rather laughable how humans were so desperate for it. Throughout the millennia, he had seen so many blind themselves with rose-tinted glasses because they couldn't stand the thought of anything tarnishing its image.

But if enabling that blindness would make things easier for him, then who was he to complain?

For his beloved little Contractee, he would do anything to be serviceable. Anything to keep them compliant.

He would protect them, teach them how to best use his EGO equipment and gift, and perhaps even take care of them. He could feign politeness, empathy, offer his condolences when he must, and as you must be beginning to see, the Marksman could even play the role of a charismatic gentleman if he wanted to.

It was a front he never bothered with before, since most of his contracts lasted as long as his bounties did.

But for this one, why not?

Heed my warning, though. Never assume for a moment that he would extend that same hospitality to others. That is a privilege belonging only those bound to him.

He might swear to protect them, doing everything in his power to keep them from danger, but the price was insurmountable. The facility would be drained of its energy, and dozens would die, not only because of his magical bullets, but because of all the collateral damage caused by the breaching of other Abnormalities.

It wouldn't matter though.

Damn everyone to hell if anyone other than him were to kill his Contractee.

They might come running to him, demanding or begging him to cease his slaughter. Perhaps they might even even try to teach or urge him to at the very least feign concern for the lives of others, but he never will.

They were his to protect, but he was never theirs to control.

On the contrary, T-01-68 was...he could never be called pliant, but he was certainly more considerate towards his beloved more than the Devil.

Whereas Der Freischütz was blunt and straightforward with his 'affections', the Butterfly would be careful with his words and gestures. Not because he wanted to earn their trust, but because he genuinely wanted to avoid causing them any more unnecessary pain.

God knows how much they had to endure on a daily basis already.

It was well-known across the facility that T-01-68 existed to comfort those left behind, to honor the ones who passed away that didn't have anyone to remember them. It would simply be antithetical of him to hurt his beloved.

He was the shoulder they could cry on. When they wanted to run away from everything, they would come to his containment unit seeking sanctuary.

Not that Devil.

Deep down, the Butterfly was grateful for Der Freischütz being the way he was (and the rest of the Abnormalities for that matter). If not for his crass ways and bloodlust, their little Agent would have never come to him on their own volition.

He could never hurt them.

That was what he truly seemed to believe as he chased after his beloved down the winding hallways, actively seeking them out so he could finally rest their body inside his coffin.

This place was hell. Wasn't the Devil's presence enough confirmation for that? All these monsters, all these fanatics like WhiteNight and Blue Star promised salvation, but their ways were no less gruesome from the other abominations they swore to save their followers from.

While he would never call himself a god, he certainly believed that he was the only one who could truly give them the peace they needed.

If he must kill his beloved himself to keep that promise, he would.

The two would never see eye-to-eye, that much they had long come to accept. For the Marksman, T-01-68 was a headache to deal with, while the Undertaker found F-01-69 utterly difficult to tolerate.

Der Freischutz wanted to keep them alive. They were his to keep.

But the Butterfly wanted to give them the dignified death they deserved. It was the reason why they came to such a hellish place in the first place.

They both had a reason, and neither one were willing to give up.

~~~ End ~~~

First of all, I would like to say thank you, thank you, thank you!

And it's no bother at all. I love to write headcanons, especially snippets, drabbles, and short fics, so I am more than happy to. Honestly, I'm just surprised I didn't get requests from these two, considering how popular they are among the fandom.

P.S: Did I already tell you how much reading this makes me happy? I'd love to see the fandom for this game grow bigger.

#yandere der freischütz #yandere funeral of the dead butterflies #yandere abnormalities #yandere lobotomy corp #yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere lobcorp #yandere project moon #yandere male #yandere monsters #yandere cryptids #yandere demons #yandere drabble #yandere writing #yandere snippet #love-eldritch

[cumtastiics]

i think im not real BACEYSUE!!!!

THATS HOW I WRITE

thats how i text

tagst the eresponse i get.. </3

#tagging w yandere tags bc that snippet is from a yandere fic I'm writing rn #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere x darling #HEKKO #i am strange i thihnk

[sweetwolfcupcake]

The Taste of Deceit Snippet

Masterlist

The Taste of Deceit Masterlist

Hoseok

His fingers ran through her slightly tangled hair.

 “Let me do your hair.”

“I intend to leave it be.” She tried to step away, but he did not let go of her hair.

“I insist.” He asserted as he led her towards the dressing table.

His hand was gentle as he untangled the tresses before beginning to comb them properly. “You have been distant, love.” She stilled, suddenly feeling parched.

“W-what?”

Hoseok only chuckled at that. “I guess I tend to think too much.” 

He sprayed some water and hair serum on her hair, but his gaze remained locked with hers.

 “Are you upset that I left for so long? I know it must have been suffocating to not be able to step out of the mansion. But it is the safest option (Y/N), trust me. One day, you will understand, and there will be no emotional distance between us.”

Suppressing a scoff, she forced out a small smile and nodded as he put on a hairpin matching the colour of her dress.

“Here you go. You want a lip tint?”

#yandere bts #bts yandere ttd snippet #the taste of deceit hyungline reaction #yandere hoseok #yandere hyungline x reader

[5eraphim]

vampire spy x reader x vampire engineer snippet/preview

the request for context:

CWs: nothing too heavy yet, Dark!characters, afab reader/female pronouns used, coercion

"You are my guest, are you not? What kind of host would I be if I didn't provide for my guest?" Spy spoke, petting at the top of your head, almost crooning, his voice dripping with faux sincerity. Engie could see how uncomfortable you were, sitting on your knees upright in bed, hands in tight fists on your lap, staring fixed straight ahead, not looking either of the men in the eye. Despite this, you were at least strong enough to keep your fear concealed well enough from flinching at Spy’s touch or trying to pull away any. Engie didn't have to look twice at all your scaring to know you'd been in this position before. He didn't draw too far into the room, not wanting to get too close to the bed, still unsure if he could fully trust Spy yet.

Engie crossed his arms, "I don't understand, if you love her blood so much, why are you offering me any? What do you have to gain here?" He spoke cautiously, trying his best not to sound too accusatory, though judging by the look on Spy's face, he didn't look bothered in the slightest.

"Let's say I owe a little favor to a mutual friend of ours. One who so happened to tell me you've never feasted properly on human blood, I offered to so generously show you how. You ought to thank me. Do you have any idea how many other lowlife, street vampires would kill for the chance for a real meal?" As Spy spoke he didn't look away from Engie, not even once. But his hands and fingers kept in motion. He went from petting the top of your head to using his fingers to tousle your hair gently, his other hand on your shoulder began to tug suggestively at the nightgown's sleeve, giving Engie a little peek at the appetizing human skin beneath the sheer fabric. 

It was almost enough to make him forget about the Frenchman indirectly calling him low class. He watched the two of you carefully, trying to pick up on any discomfort or agitation from you, but whatever Spy’d done to you before now conditioned you well. Training you to keep docile, still and well-behaved around his company. You didn't try to struggle away or fight back when Spy's hand moved from your hair to the side of your cheek, using the side of his thumb to caress your skin.

Unsure of what to say next, Engie took a step forward, eyes completely locked on the exposed flesh of your neck, the expanse of space growing as Spy continued to pull down on the sleep of the nightgown until it fully slipped from your shoulder. He was so close now, it was like he could smell all the hot blood running through your veins, just waiting for him to take a bite. How easy it would be for him to break your delicate skin with the flick of his wrist, how lovely it would be to watch the hot blood run down your skin, he could practically feel it on his tongue now.

Forcing his attention from you back to Spy he questioned, "You don't want- You're not gonna make me kill her, are you?"

Spy's eye twitched as he forcibly widened his smile, failing to completely mask his annoyance with Engie's continued hesitation. That pesky lingering humanity would be harder than Spy thought to break, nevertheless, he wasn't about to give up yet. There was nothing Spy loved more than breaking the righteous. 

"I made a promise that I would show you how to truly appreciate human blood, not end a life. Such brutality would only sour the meal, would it not? When I promised to bring out my best, I assure you, I have. She's done this all before." Spy could tell Engie's hesitation and resolve were crumbling by the second, with a bit more confidence he continued, "But if you would rather go back to your little backwater ranch to suckle cattle for the rest of your life, I suppose I can't stop you."

It hurt to hear, but Spy was right. Engie was sick to death of drinking the blood of animals, sure it stopped the thirst and hunger, but it never satisfied. He could drain a cow of all its blood, it was nothing compared to just a few drops of human blood, especially when complimented delectably by a little human adrenaline and fear. 

Despite your ability to keep the fear from showing on your face, Engie was well aware of how your heart raced as Spy forced you to stay put. What could be the best meal he'd ever taste in his life was now within his reach, and he could hold out no longer. 

Drawing in a shaking breath, Engie resigned. "I'll drink, but just bite!" 

Spy nodded politely, a smirk of satisfaction spreading across his face. "An excellent decision."

#snippet #x reader #yandere #tf2 x reader #vampire yandere #vampire x reader

[the-blind-geisha]

If you want… (´･ω･`) could I make a request, and it’s no problem if you don’t want to!

Where a Human-Player!MC was playing the game one day & either as a friend or a special event was able to somehow run into Demiurge, Ulbert somehow took him to a special game event that allowed NPCs. Which somehow leads to Demi getting a crush on them and he somehow gets them stuck in the game permanently to be with him…?

A/N: Sorry this took an eternity for me to get to! I'd be happy to do that! ♥

The NPCs were very rarely ever allowed to journey with their Creators outside of Nazarick or being summoned into dungeons and raids. But once Yggdrasil introduced a new event that would even place NPCs for quests at heteromorphic and humanoid areas for a celebration, the guilds realized their own self-created NPCs could join as well.

There were very few events that allowed a cease fire between both sides, but this was one of those events.

It happened twice a year, and that was it.

Regardless... even as an NPC, Demiurge remembered her.

She was a human, but she was the one human in that world that he could recall ever flattering him and his Creator. In the past, he would have preferred to destroy any and everybody that didn't align with Nazarick, but she was spared his aggressive gaze.

“Oh, I guess your Creator isn't here today, is he, Demiurge?”

He couldn't answer back then. He was just code running with limited abilities in which he could say or do anything. Even his 'speech' was limited to hurt and triumphant noises. With her standing close to him, he merely shifted his head from side to side to show the code HeroHero implemented inside of him.

Walking up to him, she used the /embrace emote to hug his character. The devil responded in kind, as most NPCs could react to a few simple emotes players did around them.

“I won this, by the way.” She dug into her inventory to pull out a flame lily. It was a beautiful flower with petals that reached upwards like a roaring flame, a dazzling yellow and red with orange at the center. “I thought you might like it.”

With the trade offered, the NPC went through the actions it was allowed to do in accepting the trade with someone that was deemed a friend under his list.

“There you go. Maybe now you can feel a bit better, huh?”

With such an item bequeathed to him, Demiurge placed his hand on his chest and bowed.

She gave a funny look. “Huh.. didn't know you could do that without someone telling you to or someone bowing in return...?”

When she said such a thing, the generated NPC's mind began to race.

I did, didn't I...?

¿I ʇ,upᴉp 'pᴉp I

“Well, I better get going,” she insisted.

Using the /blowkiss emote, she watched as Demiurge responded by acting bashful. Though the reaction felt delayed almost... Maybe it was just her imagination. Could be lag.

“Bye! I'll see you next year!”

The eyes opened, crystals glistening off of the light about him. He looked to his hands and turned them over to look at his palms.

For once, the devil was able to move his hands without someone making an action command on his behalf. There was something that was ordering him to go back to being rigid, following a code that remained embedded in his core being. But he did everything to fight that.

I can't let this cease... I have to do something... Demiurge thought frantically, reaching back into his inventory to pull out the flame lily to clip it upon his chest.

Sadly, he was snapped back to an idle pose he was often forced within.

It would take some doing to fight this invisible string that had a hold on him. But no matter what, he would do it. He would see himself freed of whatever was controlling him without even his Creator being nearby.

As the years of the celebration continued, fewer and fewer people arrived to attend. The joys of the gaming world were slowly starting to dwindle till merely NPCs roamed the gaming world with a few player characters.

But that didn't stop the archdevil from attending.

Demiurge waited as he usually did, but this time, he was alone. None of the guild members of Ainz Ooal Gown was there to stand at his side.

Admittedly, he was anxious. What if she wouldn't come? He had sent an email to her, addressing it cryptically. Who would truly come into a video game world if an NPC sent you mail? After all his time of fiddling with the game world data, he knew she would think it a bot or someone trying to trick her.

He had to be vague, but write to her as though he were human.

“So few people here but they said to meet them...!” Her words trailed off when she noticed the only one at Muspelheim's gathering point for the festival. “D-Demiurge...? How in the world did you get here by yourself?!”

She came closer, keeping a curious eye about. She didn't wish to feel tricked by this.

Demiurge didn't have the voice box to speak properly. Instead he used an emote of /hi for greeting before sending a text for her to read.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒… 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.

“Who is writing this? It can't be you...” Her words trailed off, feeling a ping of uncertainty. “...can it?”

Demiurge opened the text box once more to type yet again.

𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒... 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒?

This was getting a bit creepy. Never would she have imagined an NPC would become... real. There was always talks of 'ghosts in the machine' that could go rogue. Was this one of those moments?

Before she could even hope to log out, something seemed to prevent her from doing so.

“What is happening...? How come the logout button is grayed out?”

Demiurge gave a curious frown of concern.

𝒪𝒽, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝒹𝒹. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒟𝑀 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒?

“Oh, umm, that would be very nice of you.” It actually was, maybe she was overthinking it a bit. Maybe being alone for so long, she mistook his words as being weird. Just cool it, she thought to herself. He never was mean to you before. He was always very nice as an NPC.

Before she could even wait for a response, the screen went black. The connection to the game felt like it flat-lined.

Demiurge walked over towards her body, arms behind his back. Opening his mouth, he tried to form words for a moment.

“Mm.. the...re... There...” He knelt down, resting his hand on her back. “It's you and me now, my dear. Now we can be together in this world of paradise... forever.”

#that came out way more creepy than i meant for it to!! LOL #but i hope you like it X"D #demiurge x mc #demiurge x reader #overlord #yandere demiurge #for... safety sake lol #b/c he actin' a bit like that here #yandere x mc #yandere x reader #mywriting #oreana writes #mod answers #luckiikitsune #demiurge drabble #demiurge snippet

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗:I hope this boosts your ideas for Yandere, @kit-williams. (Also inspired by you.)

TW // Stalker, curse.

“Hello there, MarsSolor42. Welcome to the stream.” I greeted the first viewer that joined. A group of viewers just joining right after. “How are we today?” I asked, leaning slightly back in my chair to read the chat.

-MarsSolor42: Hello, my lady.

-Bloody_Shrimp: Nodnrfknerj?

-baneSshadom: Eeeeagh.

-Xavusnova927: Hello! I’m doing fine how about you?

“I’m doing alright. Thank you, for asking.” I replied. Leaning back up to my desk and clicking onto a game file. Entering the games loading screen.

Having become a Streamer was quite the experience at first. Slow, and almost embarrassing. Yet with a lot of persistence, and will, the reward was worth it in the end with nearly 8,000,000 Million follwers. Almost 750,000 views per-stream.

-Bloody_Shrimp: irbebfidne, oandbdj.

“You’ll get there Shrimp. You’ll get there. I believe in you.” I encouraged the user as I peaked at their comment. Keyboard clicking while I moved within the game. Waiting for the rest of the viewers the join.

I knew some of my- if not most, of my followers were Astartes with a handful of humans here, and there.

How’d I figure that out? By the way the Astartes type like a toddler with a phone. Sometimes the autocorrect coming in with the clutch, and saying something else entirely different. Creating some rather interesting comments. Sending others spiraling.

Reaching over for my water bottle. I twisted the cap open, and read the chat for a second. Taking a sip of the water.

-Xavusnova927: What are we doing today?

-SpiderS1ayer: Aan eee horror?

-horngonegirl98: You’re very pretty today.

Ah, this person was back at it again.

“Yeah, we can do some horror games today.” I said, ignoring the pink user. Twisting the cap back on the bottle, and putting it to the side. “What games would we like to see today?”

-SpiderS1ayer: Alllieen

-MarsSolor42: Resident Evil.

-Xavusnova927: Please, not that one game.

-Bloody_Shrimp: oivxehkvgy

-horngonegirl98: How old are you?

“I’m seeing a lot of Alien suggestions in there chat.” I questioned. “Is that what we want to play today?”

-SpiderS1ayer: yeeeesss

-baneSshadom: eeees.

-MarsSolor42: That’s up to you, my lady.

-horngonegirl98: I saw you the other day.

-Bloody_Shrimp: dbgdfvhg?!

-Croissantweb: That’s weird, man.

-Xavusnova927: I agree.

“Alright chat, looks like Alien won. Let me just switch up the games real quick.” I announced. Leaning back up to click out of the previous game. Barely getting the glimpse of the user “SpiderS1ayer” typing randomly. Excited on their victory.

Pulling up the games loading screen. I glimpsed yet another comment by the pink user.

-horngonegirl98: I’ve dream’t about you.

-Croissantweb: Bro? What the f*ck?

These type’s of comments always made me feel…tense. Worried even, but I wasn’t too bothered about it like I should’ve been. They eventually ended up moving along with their ill lives. Quite quickly too.

Maybe it’ll take a week or two? Max? For one to just suddenly stop coming to the streams.

Was I disturbed about it? The more I think about it, yes. Just a little bit, but it wouldn’t even make sense. Anyone can get tired, and just up and leave, but that quickly though? I thought these stalking’s lasted years?

Maybe they got tired of pursuing? Maybe they finally found something better to do? I tried to reassure myself by the smallest amount. Yet everything suddenly felt dreadful.

-MarsSolor42: You alright there, my lady?

-Xavusnova927: Yes, are you alright?

-Bloody_Shrimp: abbysdnkddg wdcvgssc.

“Yes, just the games music getting to me.” I quickly playing it off with a wave of my hand. Moving my mouse to click ‘continue.’ The games loading screen popping up. “Let’s play the game shall we?”

-SpiderS1ayer: YAAASEEE!

-horngonegirl98: Do you have a boyfriend?

-Croissantweb: Dude, I’m gonna report you.

—

Eventually, “horngonegirl98” did get reported, but in a different way. The cause unbearable for the government to let out for the media to publish.

Not that they would even know anything about the body anyway. No, they weren’t that foolish. Quite competent actually, despite their differences.

Now, where does their darling live? She’s been very adamant about keeping them at bay with her technology.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 I

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

#space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #space marine #? #stalker #space marine husbandry #yandere #yandere space marine #snippet #polygamy #polyandry #polygynandry #old post #older post #astartes x reader #space marine x reader #tw: yandere #adeptus astartes

[deckofaces]

Tug of War

Tw: mentions of drugging, kidnapping, whump themes, kinda yandere whumper(??)

(This is a shorter fic, only about 400 words)

“You can’t just take Hero!” Superhero protested. They looked over at their friend in Villain’s arms. Hero had been drugged and they could not fight back against their enemy. Superhero also could not reach them, Villain was using powerful force fields, but that did not stop them from trying to get in anyways. 

Hero blinked, they were in such a daze. Everything seemed blurry and echoey. They thought they saw Superhero which confused them. What added to it is that they saw Villain of all people holding them?

Villain protectively held onto their dear hero. “Oh yes I can. They don’t deserve to be around you, all that ever happens is them getting hurt.”

Superhero beat against the forcefield. “They are my friend dammit! Let them go!”

The forcefield did not let up, the villain tutted at the superhero. “Every time they go on one of your missions they end up coming back harmed or injured. I hate to see that for them, they do not need that sort of life. Hero needs one of comfort.”

“Don’t act like you know them,” Superhero seethed. “Their passion is saving people, they’d hate to sit idly at wherever you plan on taking them!” Tears filled their eyes as they watched Hero’s eyes flutter close, the drug they were given fully kicked in.

“No, I do not think you understand.” When Superhero finally broke a forcefield a new one just went up in its place. “You allow them to partake in these ‘heroic efforts.’ It pains me so much that they come back hurt again and again. I won’t let that happen anymore. I will take better care of them than you will. I will protect them and keep Hero safe and healthy. They are mine now.”

“Drugging them is hardly keeping them safe! You don’t understand them at all! You are crazy!” 

Villain merely hummed. They had Hero finally in their hands. Their means of obtaining them may have been a little much, but very necessary. They turned around, no longer deciding to talk to Superhero, carrying Hero away. Forcefields blocked the path behind them, keeping their enemy back. Shouts and cursing could be heard slowing fading away into the background as Villain walked away. 

They ran their hand through the hero’s hair as they made their way to their base. What mattered now was the fact that they had Hero, they were all theirs. 

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