#yandere vincent x reader

[viridwns]

Phantomhive daughter AU has been taking over my brain.

Masterlist

Vincent Phantomhive, the queen's guard dog. London's most eligible bachelor after the death of his wife. A man with a cold heart and cunning smile. Who has wits like no other and two equally smart sons.

The man who can manipulate people into doing things they never thought of doing. Mostly for his benefit.

This man, one of the most powerful people in London if not in the whole of England, has the sweetest, most kind-hearted daughter. An absolute sweetheart who couldn't even hurt a fly. She would help the servants simply to create a bond with them. She got the stubborness from her father and the angelic looks from her mother. A rare gem that the Phantomhive males set their lives on to protect.

She is always at her father's side. If not him, she's with one of the twins. No one has ever seen her alone. Bright young men are betting against each other about who could sweep the little Phantomhive lady off her feet.

No one has been able to do it yet, but just a few stay determined.

Now, with the twins attending Weston College and Vincent being out for business, it's open season for the young men.

Vincent has prepared for this, of course, and set Tanaka on 'protecting' duty. Alas, it is still his daughter, and his wits didn't pass her either. She's even worse with her tricks than Vincent ever was.

She is able to escape the mansion in one way or another, just to finally go outside again after her father left.

Vincent is strict with his daughter, but it doesn't really bother her most of the time.

It's just that when someone has been inside for two weeks, they would like to leave the premise for a bit.

Even if they have to break a few sacred rules to do it.

Daughter Phantomhive is intelligent, but when it comes to the real world, she doesn't have any knowledge of it.

She's too kind to the people on the street, puts too much trust in the shady man trying to sell her stuff.

Usually, Ciel was there to link their arms and fend of any unwanted salesman or just men in general. [Redacted] was there to distract her when Ciel got a bit...too heated.

But now she was on her own, no protection. Open season.

When the gossiping starts that the Phantomhive daughter is walking all alone on the streets, it'll only take minutes before nobles come from left and right to woo the young lady.

She is overwhelmed by the amount of attention, not knowing how to ward them off or how to excuse herself.

If Tanaka wasn't as 'trained' as he is, she would've thrown hands to get out. He found her in no time after he realized she tricked him.

Giving the nobles a stern look (if looks could kill) and guiding lady Phantomhive back to the mansion, he had to contact Vincent. With protests of the rule breaker, he eventually managed to get ahold of Vincent.

He was home in a day.

Goodbye privileges.

Vincent knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up. With his daughter growing older, smarter, and more rebellious, and Vincent being away for business all the time while his boys are at school, he couldn't keep her safe forever.

It was a last resort, but Undertaker was his only solution.

Undertaker would love to watch over precious miss Phantomhive, but alas, he is busy himself with some...project.

Of course, he doesn't like seeing his friend so distraught. So maybe he has another solution , one he isn't fond of himself.

Summoning a demon to protecting his daughter at all times.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

If it wasn't for Undertaker’s obsession interest in the Phantomhive family, he would never have helped with or even suggested this.

Vincent would get his hands red for his daughter. His soul was a cheap price to pay.

Finding a sacrafical lamb wasn't hard to come by as well.

Undertaker left right as the ritual started, not wanting to deal with the demon that was about to appear.

Sebastian.

That was the name of your new butler. The one your father hired to watch over you while he and your brothers were gone.

You had made a light joke about him having the same name as your and your brother's late dog. You had picked it out.

Sebastian only frowned at your remark.

What a great start.

The quite intimidating butler hovered over your shoulder day in and day out. Always ignoring your request for some privacy with a smile. Small talk didn't happen regularly as you chose to ignore the heavy presence of the man.

You tried every trick in your book to get rid of him even if it was only for a private strole through the garden. Sebastian only seemed amused by your attempts and encouraged you to keep trying. No matter what, he would always find you.

You never got angry with him, maybe a little fussy, but never angry. You started to like this cat and mouse game. It was something to keep your mind busy in these lonely days.

Vincent was a bit...stunned to see you hanging onto the chandelier when he got home. You weren't wearing one of the gowns he got you. Instead, you were dressed as a peasant boy. Even had your hair tucked neatly under a hat.

You were trying a new plan. Climb onto the chandelier via the stairs. Hide up there until you were certain Sebastian was at the other side of the mansion, and then go out looking like someone completely different to make it impossible to find you.

Your smile was forced as you awkwardly climbed down the stairs. You hadn't expected your father to come home today. Usually, he would send you a hundred letters asking how you were doing and that he would be home soon. He didn't do any of that on this business trip.

You just hoped he wasn't mad.

To your suprise, he took off the hat and kissed the crown of your head. He walked away with a smile as he waved the hat at you and told you to change.

Huh, guess he thought it was funny.

Your father seemed more at ease with this new butler watching you like a hawk.

Your brothers were a bit on the defense, though.

When it was family visiting weekend at Weston College, they could not stop staring daggers at Sebastian. You told them to be nice, but they argued that they didn't trust him one bit. Your father had to tell them off at one point when Ciel would literally shoo Sebastian away as [Redacted] showed you around the school.

Brothers will be brothers.

It was only when your father had a talk with your brothers behind closed doors (that you totally didn't eavesdrop on by hiding in the secret passageways of your home) that you started to get suspicious of who or what Sebastian was.

Your brothers had accepted the butler after that talk.

Your gut yelled at you even more when your father received yet another envelope stamped with the queen's sigil (that you totally didn't intercept when the mailman came), and shortly after he and Sebastian had some business at Weston College.

This was also the first time you were allowed to come along with your father.

Vincent had some business to do with the principal of the school. Sebastian became an undercover teacher. You had to swear to keep secret while you were trapped yet in another building. This time with everyone on your ass at all times.

Ah well, you were looking for a new challenge anyway.

Especially when four prefects were more than willing to help.

If only you knew their real intentions.

Your father wished you inherited his people reading skills instead of his art for tricking people.

#rice can't help it #kuroshitsuji #yandere bb #yandere black butler x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere vincent phantomhive #yandere vincent x reader #yandere vincent #yandere vincent phantomhive x reader #yandere platonic ciel phantomhive #platonic yandere #plantonic black butler #platonic vincent Phantomhive

[floatyflowers]

Dark! anime DILFS x Reader

(Warning: Age gap/ (Y/n) is a legal adult)

Loid Forger

You fall in love with someone other than him? someone the same age as you?

This will inflame a certain type of jealousy within him.

Which might end up in him murdering your lover right in front of your eyes.

And then kidnapping you to live with him, Yor and Anya.

You are the new 'addition' to the family, a second mom to Anya.

"Don't worry, you will be safer with me"

Toji fushiguro

After his wife's death, Toji was left to be a single dad.

He was devastated until you, his kind and sweet neighbor, entered his life.

Everything about you is perfect, you even babysit Megumi when he is busy with work.

But there were obstacles standing in his way which were your friends and boyfriend.

Good thing, Toji slaughtered them the first chance he got... Now he can return the favor and comfort you the same way you did when his wife passed away.

"I can assure you that they are in a better place, besides, you can fully depend on me"

Vincent Phantomhive

The Phantomhive lord offered you a chance to become his mistress.

But being the loyal wife you are to your husband, you rejected the offer, before leaving in anger after accusing Vincent of being a home wrecker.

Vincent could have left it at that, but instead the idea of wrecking your marriage excited him.

So, being the queen's watchdog and an aristocrat of evil, he used his connections to have your husband get accused falsely of murder.

Which forced you in the end to surrender and accept your fate as the beloved mistress of the devious lord.

"If you have taken my offer from the beginning, you could have saved your husband from this tragedy, Lady (Y/n)"

Hikaru Kamiki

He planned on killing you the first time he saw you, but decided against it because he simply found you more beneficial to keep you by his side as a...

... prisoner or rather what he calls a pet.

Someone to satisfy his sadistic type of pleasure.

Hikaru might also get you pregnant along the way just to ensure that you stay bound to him.

I mean, he did have his first son at the age of eleven, the twins at the age of fifteen, so it would be amusing to finally have a child as an adult.

" I will take good care of you and our unborn baby"

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere oshi no ko #Yandere Vincent Phantomhive #Vincent Phantomhive x Reader #Yandere Loid Forger #loid forger x reader #Yandere Toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #Yandere Hikaru Kamiki #hikaru kamiki x reader #reader insert

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yay I was the anon who asked if you watch the new John Wick film, I hoped you enjoyed the movie!

Can I request some yandere marquis de gramont headcanons? (it can be romantic or platonic)

man was the biggest prick that i had seen in a while from a movie lol

Yandere Vincent de Gramont Headcanons

A/N:You read my mind Anon lmaoo - I was literally planning on writing some HCs for the Marquis <3

Despite the initial conception one may have about Vincent's dedication to a lover – that being none – he's actually surprisingly...loyal.

While he has the playboy exterior, enough money to soak up the oceans of the Earth and all the allure that comes with his occupation, he secretly feels as if he has nothing at all.

What he wants, what he really, truly wants, is to feel something new. Something he’s never experienced before.

Love.

Not just for himself - for someone else.

His brush with John Wick made him realise how empty his life was by comparison to the Boogeyman, who lived and almost died for the memory of love.

And that stuck with Vincent. Affected him more than he’d like to admit.

But, his heightened status above most others has left him isolated with few who wish to know him in a capacity beyond acquaintances for fear of incurring his wrath with a misplaced word or an overstepped boundary.

Thus, love is almost an impossibility for the Marquis.

And then he met you.

And grew obsessed intrigued. Fast.

He likely met you in passing completely separate from his usual crowd – which is to say hunters and murderers.

And he's taken aback by you; your beauty, your charm, your personality. In a way that, while many others have tried, have never breached Vincent’s superficial interest.

Or perhaps you nurse that same melancholy void he harbours; the desire for something more. Which, divulging it to him, a complete stranger, the Marquis finds oddly endearing. Vulnerable.

He’s enchanted. The void in his chest seems to tighten somewhat. Heal.

You’ve given him what no other has before. Genuine, friendly, interested conversation. All without even knowing who he is.

Now, having to rush off, apologising with a smile for taking up his time with “Trivial banter,” Vincent watches your retreating form.

He has his sights set on you.

Over the next few days, while conducting business and going about his everyday life, Vincent’s mind keeps crawling back to you, those fateful minutes wherein he felt he knew everything about you and nothing at all.

Though, he doesn't actually want to admit it at first.

While, yes, he does want to experience true love, he is entirely unwilling to acknowledge the disgustingly human need to feel something.

So, he tries to hide it. Bury it beneath his work, French desserts and luxuries you've never even heard of.

But, over time, you spring back up in the forefront of his mind when you are no longer content with being a voice in the background. A memory of a time where Vincent felt as if he’d truly been seen.

And Vincent, passing off his secret enthusiasm as boredom, a mere meandering of memories, ‘allows’ the odd thought of you to trickle in here and there.

You are a form of medicine. Whenever Vincent feels something undesirable brewing in his chest, he finds himself back with you on that bench in the park, your warmth and presence sun rays against his face as he’s transported from one of his many mansions to beside you once more.

And, even if he doesn’t want to acknowledge it, you scratch the right spot in his psyche that material gain just can’t. Not in comparison to the human touch you have.

Gramont’s so used to people regarding him with favour or fear that it still takes him aback now how kindly you treated him, not knowing who he is or what he does.

You had nothing to gain from your kindness. And yet you still gave it to him.

Healed him with it.

Vincent’s daydreams start to grow more intense the longer he thinks about you.

An emulated conversation. Additions and projections of the recollections of your encounter, no matter how brief. Anything to let Vincent feed off the feeling you gave him when he’s exhausted the phantom of your first encounter.

There comes a point, weeks after you first met, where Vincent spends more time in these memories, both real and fabricated, than in the conscious world. And they strengthen, pulling his focus from his work, from his duties.

At first, this manifests as a glazed look in his eyes, one which, to all those who knew of him, could pen as the typical, uninterested Marquis stare.

He wears the same one in the comfort of his private rooms, one where nobody can see what he’s thinking. But now, people can see Vincent couldn’t care less about the projected bounty of this one killer from Wales; he just wants to be left alone with his thoughts.

His men have started to notice, too.

And, one evening, Vincent decides to lay upon them a task.

“I need you to find someone for me,” he says, his chin resting atop clasped hands. There is no jest, nor leniency, in his stare.

The task itself sounded easy enough. But with only a physical description to go on, not even having gotten your name, Vincent, for the first time in his life, is anxious.

Anxious his men won’t find you, no matter how deep his connections run.

Anxious that, while he’s lived in his dream world for the last month, you’ve since disappeared. Been killed, perhaps, or exposed to some freak accident.

Vincent pains at the feeling in his centre whenever he considers this a possibility. It tears the scabbing void in his chest wide open again.

Sometimes, while he lies in bed, the thought that might have perished somehow, that his men will have misinterpreted his specific instructions not to interact with you, only report on what you’re doing, plagues him.

He knows his men are loyal – that they’ve never failed a task before now. And he clings to the hope that their winning streak won’t run dry one of these nights.

One day, sat in his office, glancing over a document he’d tried reading for the last half hour yet couldn’t because, surprise, you were distracting him, one of his men came into the room.

“We have them, Sir,” he said, the image of victory. Vincent couldn’t help but scan his suit for any sign of blood. Your blood.

To say Vincent was excited is an understatement of epic proportions.

At first, he’s just numb.

Then, a few minutes later, his chest burns and sparks with an electric passion one acquires when meeting an idol.

Vincent wishes to deploy himself immediately. But he knows this is a waiting game.

So, he remains far enough away from your life that you do not suspect a single thing is wrong.

You don’t even glance over at the guy who’s been tailing you for the last few hours.

You don’t think twice about the stranger who’s been sat in perfect view of you in the cafe for the last two weeks.

You don’t even consider that the guy you bumped into earlier is responsible for your house key going missing.

Now, with access to your inner sanctum and your daily routine burned into his mind like a holy scripture, Vincent makes his move.

He stages meetings between the two of you.

Starts ‘bumping into you’.

At first, you simply recognise him, ask him how he’s doing and what he’s doing in the area.

And, Vincent, the man with an answer for everything, finds himself doing something he never has before.

He fumbles.

Even when he imagined you in a most vivid detail, nothing compares to this moment, where what he says has consequences, where he has one shot at getting this right. Or risk your uncertain stare.

He can feel fear rising in his chest as he stutters. Only once, but enough to knock him down a few pegs in your mind’s eye. At least, that’s what he thinks.

But, he completes his task, albeit not as pristinely as he wished.

He asked you out to coffee.

And you, with a signature smile, accepted.

And now, your fate is sealed.

Vincent beats himself up over his ineptitude of speaking to you like he did in his head: suave, cool, collected.

And, given the fact that he’s never had to take accountability for anything he’s ever done, he tries to blame it on someone else.

Not you, though.

Never you.

Regardless of this minor hurdle, as Vincent sees it, he purses this…friendship with you.

He isn’t used to the concept. Not in a visceral sense, anyway.

The saying ‘It’s lonely at the top’ comes to mind when describing Vincent’s relationships.

There is always a power imbalance, no matter who he’s speaking with.

He is always above them, and they are always below him.

But that’s when they know him. Know his dynamic.

You, you have absolutely no idea who he is, or what he’s capable of.

To you, he’s just Vincent, the owner of a successful manufacturing business.

No, Vincent couldn’t quite ditch the theatrics. He still needed an out to impress you – to have a valid excuse as to how he owns so many nice cars, how he never wears the same designer suit twice.

He doesn’t tone it down with the suits, by the way.

He’s too enthralled by the fascinated look you wear when you’re taking in the patterns, the chains, the craftsmanship.

Which, to his surprise, makes his face warm.

People have only ever looked at the label of his outfit, never the ensemble itself.

That’s just another of the ways you make him feel seen.

You tell him so much of yourself, yet not enough to break your mystique.

Vincent knows more about you than you think, and he uses this to create another version of himself – one which likes the same records as you (though, he unironically does enjoy them. But, he knows he likely wouldn’t unless you listened to them, too), has the same preferences for how you fold your clothes, whether you should brush your teeth before or after breakfast.

And Vincent devours every detail you grant him like a meal, saving them, storing them, testing them out in his newest daydreams when he gets home, his heart thrumming and his breathing short as an unfamiliar feeling of wholeness and anxiety overtakes him.

And yet, there is little he can offer in return.

Nothing that isn’t a lie, anyway.

He keeps you as far away from his work as possible, hence he meets you in such public spaces.

His men are always stationed nearby, disguised as civilians. Should the need for bloodshed ever arise.

Eventually, your weekly coffee meet-ups evolve into something else.

Vincent, after asking one of his men (under strict confidentiality) ”What do you do when you…like-like someone…?” starts taking you to restaurants.

He tries not to scare you off with anything too fancy, but he can’t help but feel part of himself die whenever he thinks about how dull the food here in this 5-star restaurant is compared to his usual dining preferences.

But you’re happy, thanking him for the meal with a gratitude that isn’t borne from a life-or-death scenario.

You’re not paying for these dates, by the way. Vincent won’t let you.

“I brought you here; I’m paying.”

He also has a tendency to go overboard with the gifts.

You tell him your watch is broken ? Here are five designer timepieces imported from a selective brand whose clientele is vetted and chosen by the CEO himself.

Of course, you can try to refuse these gifts – tell Vincent that you “Can’t possibly take them from you; it’s too much !”

But he plays the guilt card well.

“No, I insist,” he says, pushing them into your hands. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

If you actively wear or use anything he buys you, he’ll be overjoyed. Prideful.

You’re wearing something he got for you. That basically means you’re saying you belong to him.

Of course, he does get a little carried away with his…delusions. But he means well !

He’s just territorial.

Vincent can be a gentleman when he wants to be.

And can also be a vicious creature when he doesn’t.

He only presents one of these sides to you.

The other is reserved for his more…private affairs.

When he started feeling more intensely about you, his mind wandered to some rather unsavoury places – places that, usually, VIncent would walk through without batting an eye.

But now that he, dare he say...liked you…he felt as if he’d been drenched in cold water whenever he imagined you doing anything risqué.

So, with the steadily growing number of these thoughts, these images of you, piercing his mind, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He beds people who look like you. 

The two of you aren’t dating yet; haven’t even held hands (though Vincent agonises over finding the right opportunity to do so).

But he still feels wrong. Like he’s cheating on you.

His sanity tries to prevent him from thinking like this, tries to keep itself intact by urging Vincent to pursue another mindless conquest.

Your name does slip out between his panting, though.

Much to the chagrin of whoever’s beneath him right now.

He wonders what you’d look like, what you’d feel like in this same position. What your preferences are.

There’s only one way to find out.

He tries turning up the boyfriend factor after he decides now’s the time to pursue you. Properly.

He sits a little closer to you whenever you invite him over for movie nights, holds you for just a little longer whenever you engage in your traditional parting hug.

And he can’t help but think about how much he wants to stay with you like this forever.

And permanence is a rare commodity for people in his line of work. No matter how many bodyguards he has, or how skilled he is.

Nothing is certain.

Which is why, one evening, lying awake in bed, he decides to act.

He knows it’s a risky manoeuvre, but he can’t deny how careless he’s been with you these last few months.

Not that you’d know, but his men have intercepted five people who’ve tried to kill you, take you – or worse.

All just to get to him.

He can’t leave you in the wide open world like this. He can’t let you be at risk. Not because of him.

So, that night, his heart in his mouth as he commands his men to “Find (Y/N). Bring them to me.” Vincent awaits your arrival.

And, eventually, he hears you. Clamouring in the halls outside his office, screaming and fighting. Resisting.

Vincent can’t help but crack a smile, knowing how defiant you are – how stubborn you can be in your method.

As the heavy footsteps of his men come to a stop outside his door, your screeching is blunted only by the thick wood.

And, doors open, here you are, shoved into the room.

Your captor revealed.

You look at him with what you could construed as almost-neutrality, your bewilderment a damper to your anger, your fear.

“Vincent,” you say, breathless. You take a staggering step towards him. His men take a step towards you, reaching for weapons concealed by their coats.

Vincent raises a hand, and they retract.

He looks at you.

His eyes are filled with nothing less than adulation, misplaced happiness in a situation you view as dire.

“Sit,” he tells you, casting a glance to the seat before his desk.

With little else you can do, you obey.

And your world begins to unravel.

Vincent, in the lamest, most gentle of terms, explains that he is “Not who you thought I was,” – that he does “More for a living than make vases and luxury dishware.”

“I,” he says, watching your eyes carefully, glassy and holding no less potential for terror. “Am the Marquis.”

Vincent stands, and when he sees you flinch, something in him withers. Hurts.

He shoves it aside.

“I am responsible for making sure that the right outcome is brought to the right people.”

His hands behind his back, pacing the length of your field of sight, he swallows. 

You’re judging him now. In a way you never had, you’re judging him.

His desire to display how grandiose his lifestyle is doesn’t seem so forthcoming anymore, hiding, shy.

This is more difficult than he anticipated.

“What does that mean ?” you say, voice tight and quiet.

Vincent’s fist clenches. He doesn’t want you like this. You should be happy he’s rescued you ! Albeit from threats you didn’t know pertained to you, but still !

“I’m…” he starts. His gaze wanders to his men, who, with perfect understanding, leave.

You almost don’t want them to go.

“I’m a reaper, of sorts,” he says. He draws closer, taking a step in your direction. You bite back the urge to flee.

“A face to a cause.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, instead watching you with what you think is scrutiny (but couldn’t be further from it), you ask, throat dry, hoarse from your screaming. Crying.

“What cause ?”

Vincent bites the inside of his lip. And, for the first time, he can feel himself cracking under your gaze.

You’re scared. He knows you are. He just wished he didn’t have to see it painted so blatantly on your features, downturned with grief should everything end on this night.

Where was your smile ? Your crinkled eyes, your sonorous laugh, your upturned lips ?

“I fix problems,” he says. There’s no way he can put his occupation lightly. “I used to do it with knives. Guns, a pencil, perhaps – whatever was at my disposal.”

He’s closer now, approaching. His arms are at his sides. And he stands before you.

You don’t want to look up. You want to look – be – anywhere but here.

But Vincent doesn’t let you.

“But now,” he says, and he gets to one knee. His hands trap you, on either of the arm rests of the chair. Yet he does not possess the face of one who is a captor, instead a mask of total capitulation to a feeling he couldn’t even begin to understand before you showed him.

“I do it with diplomacy. With people who are much better suited to that life than I.”

His voice is soft, quieter than before. There is a hint of a smile at his lips, pulling the corners, beginning the total eclipse of his eyes from full to crescent. An offset to the anxiety bubbling in his centre.

Your hands in your lap, he takes them in his, slowly, gently, fingers resting atop yours.

And he squeezes them.

Holds them. Just as he’d always wanted to.

“Why–” you swallow a sob, turn your head so you don’t let him see your face scrunch into the epitome of fright. “Why am I here…?”

Vincent’s lips part. His hand slips up to your jaw, urges you to look at him.

He’s forbearing. A butterfly.

Nothing like how his men handled you.

That in itself could almost convince you that he’s not such a bad guy. Even after all he’s told you.

“Because–” your face in his hand, he looks up into your eyes. Barely contained tears fill them.

“Because you’ll be safe with me,” he promises. There’s an unencumbered optimism in his eyes. A dangerous one at that.

“Because I can’t trust that my men can protect you when you’re so far away – alone – in the city.”

“What do you mean, Vincent ?!”

You don’t mean to snap. But since you’d just been kidnapped and the truth behind the matter is no clearer to you, you can’t help it.

Vincent almost seems to flinch, his eyes narrowing just for a second. He returns to you with his puppy stare.

“There are people out there who know who I am. What I do.”

He squeezes your hand again, his other still wrapped about your jaw.

“The problem now is that they know you, too.”

He swallows thickly, looking down for a split of a second. Guilt.

“And it’s my fault. I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve just left you alone, let you live your life…but I can’t undo that now.”

He laces his fingers between yours. And you’re too frazzled to refuse.

“What I can do, what I will do–” his hand comes to the point of your chin, holds it gently between his fingers like glass.

His gaze falls to your lips, and you try to ignore it.

“Is keep you safe. Here. With me.”

You’d have laughed if you didn’t believe everything he’d just said.

It all just made sense to you.

The lavish gifts, the people watching you that you hadn’t dared notice before because you’re just being paranoid. The hard glares Vincent would grant to all that passed you by in the rooms of higher society.

And now, everything shatters. You cry.

“Oh, non, mon Cher, don’t cry–” Vincent moves to wipe the tears from your cheeks, but you pull away. Retract from his kindness.

"You're insane–" you’re breathless, gasping between sobs

"Not insane.” VIncent tells you. He stands so he’s perfectly level with you, his eyes piercing yours. And, just as he had many times before in your presence, he smiles. Genuine and heartfelt. Then, a statement. A declaration.

“Just… in love.”

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[ivanzplaid]

Can I get yandere head canons for the Sinclair brothers, Billy Lenz and Harry Warden, thank you as always 💛

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HIII HELLO YES OF COURSE YOU CAN CASSETTE ANON SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU 🫶🫶 i have had sm work and no motivation but a little yandere hcs will do, ALSO THIS IS SUCH AN OLD REQUEST ORE HIATUS IM SO SORRY💔 these are sfw so if youd like nsfw ill do that :) these are mainly set for after meeting you, and how theyd make sure you'd stay with them, and some cute little ideas for when youre theirs

this is darker than i remember writing it so please proceed with caution⁉️

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Yandere! Slashers x Gn! Reader | Headcanons | Meeting You

Warnings: Yandere Behavior/Actions, Obsession, Kidnapped reader in every section.. my bad, Dark themes kinda-ish, Drugging mentions in Billy's & Bo's section

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Lester Sinclair

lester, love of my life, he will most likely be the one to plot your meeting. he sees you while hes out of ambrose, hes infatuated, he thinks youre the most charming person hes seen in a while. he will stalk you when he finds youre in town, its a small, but quickly growing obsession, he thinks that youre just an after thought, but the more you come in, the more he wants to have you to himself

so, he does his lester thing, and waits & waits, trying to lure you into ambrose one way or another. he'll show up more in youre life, saying hello or making small talk, then, he may slash a tire or make it so that your car just has its miles draining faster n faster, so when youre pulled over on the side if the road, hes your savior

not only does he love this because hes saving you from this, and youre just thanking him over and over, and hes becoming more excited by the minute, he loves to hear praise come from your mouth, its exciting. he also loves this because now he finslly has his excuse to bring you to ambrose, away from those friends he always sees you with that just dont value you and love you as much as he would, or care about you as much as he does

he'll bring your car in, and say in such an exasperated voice that it just wont be done for the next few days, would you like to stay for coffee?

he explicitly tells his brothers that you are not to be made a sculpture, hes serious, but if they see you trying to leave, they have the job to bring you back to him

hes just too thoughtful of you to let you go, do you really wanna go back to your family? who let this happen to you? look him in the eyes snd tell yourself he doesnt care, because he wants to know all about you if you gave him the chance

touchy, touchy touchy touchy, arm around your waist, a smiling kiss on the cheek, you on his lap, he wishes for it to happen

he thinks of physical touch as wondrous, how can he hold the epitome of perfection in his hands? hes in awe

he will 100% sweet-talk-manipulate you into staying with him, hes too desperate to let you go, its unfair, why would you leave the man who loves you the most?

hes also very delusional, he truly believes what hes doing is justified and fine, and it pushes him to be much more emotional in this 'relationship'

will be absolutely distraught if you outwardly insult him / say rude things, but hes convinced you dont know what its like, and this is for the greater good of your existence

caretaker!! loves to treat and pamper you, he almost needs to take care of you because he thinks its cute, but dont let this trick you, he will take these privileges away because he loves to see you beg for basic things

be a good little pet and stay with him, hes the only one who knows how to treat you

not the violent type, wont hit or hurt you because it would pain him as well, you deserve so much more than that and he stands by it

but is not afraid to tie you down if that means youll stop trying to leave ( if you do try )

he loves sharing time with you, he will bring you everywhere to do everything, you deserve the same fun as him!

he loves to talk about you, allll you you you, please tell him about your hobbies, he'll do his best to indulge in them more! or about your day, or who you are as a person, or aomething that makes you laugh, anything, literally anything please

not as into killing as his brothers, but he will be the most protective man over you, he is not a fan of flirtation and will be passive aggressive if visitors flirt with you, but dont worry your pretty little head, they'll just go on over to bo or vincent and you two wont need to worry

loves loves loves to give you gifts, but has a stigma where only he can give you gifts. if he sees anyone else trying to give you them, it leads to his temper shorten

id be happy to exaggerate if youd like! but these are the main ones :)

Billy Lenz

he most likely meets you in the sorority/fraternity, and is immediately interested, youre a sophmore trying to get through your classes, youre like every other person, but he cant get his eyes off of you

unlike lester, he acts on his thoughts quickly, hes impulsive and foggyheaded, he has not a care in the world, and most dont know he even exists, so the moment he takes a liking to you is the moment he sets out to talk to you

he'll call you nonstop, sometimes just to listen to your voice, or to say obscene things, or even to pretend hes really with you, he wants to have the interactions you have with your friends and hes jealous, he should be getting that treatment, its just unfair

i have yet to mention hes possessive, even before he has you, he gets upset at the slightest of things because he focus's completely on you, its hard to get his eyes off you, so your every move will be noted

one night, its before winter vacation of course, the holiday lights are up and youre packing your things to go back home, youre the last one left besides a friend whose waiting on you outside, but in the house its quiet, your own breathing is too loud for you

billy is upset, hes been upset, why dont you answer the phone anymore? why havent you been responding to the notes hes been leaving you? why why why

he doesnt like to see you leave either, he prefers if youd stay because youre the only thing keeping him from having the realization that he will be alone once you leave, he will have no one to talk to or see or be with

hes spiraling, his impulsiveness and intrusive thoughts get the best of him and he decides you arent leaving, you cant and you wont

he doesnt mind having to do a bit of killing if it means you'll stay, he needed to get rid of the people taking away your attention from him. you should only be focusing on him, spending time with him, all about him

he is desperate for attention, he needs you to acknowledge him, will create disturbances just so youll look around and think of him

he eventually kidnaps you, treating you in the most delicate nature as to not harm you ( hes already slipped sleeping pills into your drink before bed, the easiest method so that you'll be compliant )

he wont understand if youre mad at him, and will genuinely be hurt by anything you say or do. why wouldnt you enjoy being with billy? billy loves you, thats all that matters

his warped perception of love & infatuation causes him to be awkward and have a harder time in a relationship (especially now)

loves to have express his love for you in all ways, he wants to stroke/hold your hair and give you gifts and play board games with you because he loves you so much that it physically hurts to not be with you

if youre thinking about it, theres little chance for escape, hes always with you, whether hes lurking or just hanging out, he likes to see you

will steal someones camera to take photos of you two together, its perfect since he can always remember you and your face

loves to take you around and show you all the secrets he knows of the fraternities/sororities, as well as the campus himself, hes your certified tour guide

will jump on you if hes scared, like full on hide behind you while clawing at your shoulders, hes quite literally a little feral

if you want to, he will allow you to style his hair, he thinks you work wonders with whatever you do to it, even if it looks bad, because as long as his love did it, hes happy

Bo Sinclair

i want him.

you'll stumble upon him out of town, accidentally shouldering him, which will make you get his attention. at first he'll want to give you a charming "watch it.", but when he sees you, he physically stops in his tracks, he just stares at you for a long amount of time before you awkwardly laugh and walk away

he gets hooked faster, hes interested in the absolute beaut that just walked out of his life as fast as they came in. hes not used to social interaction so being bo, he tries to plot out an official meeting (after stalking you from a distance and trying to put on a charming stranger face)

he'll bribe lester to mess with your car so that he can bring you into ambrose, sealing your fate as soon as you've entered

hes talked to his brothers, instructing thst youre not to leave, and to not be *too* hurt in the process, he understands if you have to be roughed up a bit, just so that you'll listen to him next time

when you come in to meet him, he'll act so shocked to see you, chuckling and saying what a coincidence it is, and how fate brought you two together

the entire time hes taking in your figure and your body language, trying to control himself from drugging you right then and there, to have you all to himself

he uses his social skills to talk you into staying a night, claiming that your car has been meanin for a checkup, and the damage is bad.. but he wont charge you the full price, since youve been so kind. He'll offer you a room snd a nice homemade breakfast, saying that hell work on it so you can be out of here in no time, all of these promises just for you, because he wants to take you home

hes extremely possessive, he believes that youre property, and youre owed to him. which is the exact reason he thinks its ok to toss you around if it means youll behave better (he'll comfort you after, stroking your head.... while saying 'thisll be easier if you just listen to me darlin')

he likes to take the shorter, yet harsher route, so that stockholm syndrome sets in quicker. he just wants to live his best life with a docile partner.

his delusions cannot take you arguing or insulting him, it will cause him to have outbursts of anger, because this is your new life with him. it is real, he is the one for you, so why cant you see it? hes been so nice, so caring, and yet youre unappreciative.

dont worry, a few more hours of isolation will have you thinking better than before. he uses this to emphasize his care and touch, because thats all you need to know now, how his fingers feel when they cup your cheek and delicately hold you

he would love to have a quiet morning with you, him working on something in the shop and you accompanying him, talking while sharing a cup of coffee

he wants to have a life like his fathers, living up to what he did, and to be better. in short, if he feels like hes not achieving that, he will also lose it. he has a short temper, and while youre one of the only people who can ease him out of it, he cant always control himself

he has such a strong emotional attachment that he feels like he needs you to live. not like billy, where he was not as emotionally intelligent and was just clingy, but bo feels that without you he is incomplete, and to live his life he needs you in it, or else he isnt really living

he loves to see you smile and be happy, it warms his heart to know that you enjoy his company

bo can be a genuinely compassionate man, who will take you for rides or out somewhere to eat, be a romantic and loving husband, and thats what he wants to be, but he truly thinks it all relies on your behavior and how loving/into the relationship you are, because either way youre not heading home

quick note before we end this he will gaslight you, bro is the gaslighting king, he will convince you that ambrose is the place for you, and that your old friends and family cant do what he can

he'll try his hardest to impress you (shows you his muscles) and make you love him, he just wants to show off all his great qualities since you're so amazing in his eyes

Harry Warden

you stumbled into him while your friends and you were drinking in the mines, partying on valentines day night. Harry could feel his anger rise because he never got a day off, always having to be disturbed or intruded on, never having anyone to give him any pity when he deserves it all

his pickaxe dragged behind him, and as he approached your group, he eyed everyone in it. seeing as you were the closest, he'd begin the chase with you. Raising his pickaxe snd bringing it down right next to you, your head swiveled to his direction, and the look of fear on your face stunned him

truth be told he hadn't had a human interaction longer than 5 seconds without him killing them, he felt that you were somehow different. The way you were paralyzed with fear as you begged for your life made him feel something close to love that he hadn't felt for a lifetime

it wasn't like his previous killings, the rush he got when he towered over you, tilting his head down to get a better look at his newest interest

maybe you could be his reparations for valentines day all those years ago, finally getting a proper gift for being left to die

he'll let you go.. for now, until he can make a proper place for the two of you and make sure you'll be comfortable and safe. hes concerned about you having a good living and a nice place for the both of you to share the rest of your lives

really wants you to come with him willingly, dowsnt want to scare you or anything like that, so he'll drop off gifts, or disguise himself and go into town to stalk you find out what you like, and charm you better

hes typically a semi-romantic man, wanting to convince you to be with him, then cut off all contact with the outside world so that you can be in the perfect relationship hes imagined, but if push comes to shove he will drag you to youre new haven with him, literally

will see who you hangout with, who your family is, maybe he'll even research your name in any ancestry books/records, because he would just be a bad boyfriend if he knew nothing about you right?

may or may not replicate your room in the mines... just so that the transition is easier <3

eventually, you'll find out hes the one thats been making you feel like youre being watched, and was the one giving you all those gifts

so when he gets down and proposes the idea of dating, and you (presumably..) say what the fuck? he knows what he has to do, quality time in the mines!!! (forever)

once he brings you to his humble abode, he'll explain everything, he has to let you know how much he loved and needs you for his own well being, and how in time youll feel the same because youll see how great of a partner he is!

he knows these mines like the back of his hands, and would be overjoyed if you even took interest in him or asked to be toured, because in his head hes shocked about the quality time you're initiating

will let you hold his pickaxe, maybe show off how strong he is & talk about his suit

he talks and talks, finally after being left alone for years without any sorry's or nothing from the town, you come in and show him what life is all about, so of course he wants to listen and talk to you, youre the most entertaining person in the world

not only can bro not cook, but he genuinely cannot cook, he doesnt have anything to make anything with, so he uses this as an excuse to steal your favorite food and drinks to cater towards your feelings

wants to hold you and see how delicate you are, he admires you like a god(dess)

he doesnt like to be violent, he tries to avoid it, he may accidentally leave bruises from holding you too tight, but he thoroughly apologizes and tries to make it up. he doesn't wanna screw up the one 'relationship' hes ever cared about/recently had

Vincent Sinclair

you were definitely a victim brought in by lester who caught vincents eye, something about you stood out from the rest of his victims. maybe it was because of your respectful nature and not intruding on ambrose, maybe you admired the detailed wax work and complimented it, or maybe it was with your looks or social skills. either way, vincent wants to know all about you

he immediately tells his brothers that youre off limits, and states that he wants to see you better. while bo and lester dont really care, they say that they'll assist him in making sure you cant leave (as they always would)

he likes to draw/sculpt what you look like and leave it around for you to find, he thinks your beauty is on another level snd that you are a piece of art

he may be seen lurking from a distance, scared to show his face since hes nervous of rejection from someone as perfect as you are. he'll make it known that hes there, and one of his brother may tell you about him, but other than that (unless you ask) you wont see much (.... until he takes you)

leaves you gifts alot. flowers, sculptures, even some jewelry from other victims that youd like, he wants to flatter you and put out the image that hes a genuine guy, and that he pays attention to you

he pays attention to your style and what you like, adding it to his room to make it feel more like youre with him

if you have friends with you, hes most likely been plotting their deaths since the start, theyre skeptical about ambrose and are beginning to panic

he thinks they're a bad influence and could possibly get the cops called, so he tag teams with bo to take care of the problems

by this time youve most likely figured out whats been happening, so he takes his chances in knocking you out (and tenderly caring for you afterwards), and then carrying you back to his room, making sure youre nice and comfortable

he does care about you, and even now is a semi-gentle giant to you. he doesnt want to spook you more than whats already happened, he just wants you to be adjusted and not afraid

to some extent he wants to live a free-er life with you, going outside and acting 'normal', but his fear of ridicule because of his scars snd his pre-built of walls from years of bullying cause him to even be reclusive with you, the person hes infatuated with

he likes quality time, sitting with you or having you watch him as he sculpts, he likes when youre interested in his work so he can show you the process and maybe do it together

he'll sometimes slip into a mode where his feelings are amplified, and if you decide to insult him or work him up, he'll go mute and angrily pace around. sometimes grabbing your face and forcing you to look him in the eyes so he can convince himself you dont mean it

shares his clothes with you quite a lot, he thinks the value and meaning with you in his clothes is special

he'll sit with you all day, trying to make it so that you like his company more and more

this took so damn long im sorry vincents section is so small but i needed to get this out😭 i swear i love him but dawg

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marquis de gramont x reader: with you, i serve. with you, i fall down. | a seal of fate

plot: the one where the marquis takes you for himself.

warnings: hella down bad marquis, some flulff, break in, violation of privacy, slightly dubious content

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he can hear the shower running through the floor and the occasional humming from a tune coming from the bathroom.

the living room is dark, save for a vintage lamp illuminated beside the couch. it looked too rusty and drab to basically function but it brought a rustic and classy feel to the room. although, the light withered occasionally.

someone is staring at him. more like something, something feline. it’s been tracing his movements the moment he entered the humble abode. vertical pupils squinting from the unidentified person that has entered his castle, a ball of fur that was mounted beside the lamp on the side table.

it’s body was sprawled on the table but it wasn’t relaxed. it was tense, as if playing camouflage to its prey. staying still as the prey walks past him and when it does he pounces on them for the kill.

he is no prey. more like the owner, it depends on how sentimental this ball of fur is to you. he hears the shower turn off, it catches his attention and waits to hear a door close and another to open along your soft footsteps trudging through the apartment. you call out for your feline pet, the cat makes no sound to meow back to you. focused on him, if he made any sudden movement to attack him. you sigh then ignore the absence of communication and he guesses that you make a beeline for your bedroom.

he waits a few minutes before getting on his feet. several minutes pass and he stands up and walks towards the cat beside the lamp. the cat tenses along with its back legs fidgety for an attack he slowly halts and reaches for it with his hand.

the cat hisses bravely and swiftly raises its paw to attack the hand attempting to touch him with his sharp claws. it makes vincent hiss in pain and retract his hand, he checks his palm for blood. he realizes no blood was drawn and that relieves him. he’s definitely getting this little shit replaced when you move in with him. he’ll get you a sweeter one, a ragdoll or persian just not this demonspawn from hell.

he makes his way towards the bedroom door, as he passes by he can see some trinkets lying on the kitchen and tabletops. a few cooking books and old history textbooks stacked on the floor. this reminds him that he needs to buy you a few books to keep you entertained in the manor.

as he faces the front door he stealthily turns the knob of the door and enters, it was time.

you brushed the tedious knots in your hair with a comb in difficulty, you forgot to brush your hair before showering again. you searched for your hair brush on your vanity but to no avail. you turn towards your bed and gasp in surprise.

he was here, the marquis was here. in your bedroom.

his face remains the same, still and calm as the sea. but you knew better, this was only the calm before the storm. deep inside him, a storm was brewing but he kept his composure to seal away what he truly felt and right now you, the sailor needs to run away from the storm.

you slowly eyed him from top to bottom, as usual his hand stayed in his pockets. a string of gold strewn across his pocket. the chain shines from the luminescence it received from your bedside lamp. he was dressed impeccably, something you often admired. he’d often used his wardrobe as a form of intimidation to his enemies when speaking to them and it often worked. you pray that it doesn’t falter you, that he doesn’t falter you. maybe he’ll leave when you show a strong front to him.

he gazes upon your face like he was taking in a treasure presenting itself to the sight of his eyes. you were still frozen on your spot after you gasped in surprise from seeing him.

“good evening, cherie.” he breaks the silence with the sweet endearment.

you hesitantly greet out a reply to him, you fail to build a strong front and your voice visibly wavers from fear, “evening,boss.”

he begins to walk, it takes all the power in you not to back away from him. you try to appear composed and resilient. a farce attempt to show that you aren’t scared of him, but you know you are and so does he.

thankfully, he doesn’t make his way towards you. he saunters towards the edge of your bed and sits down. his eyes wander around your room, taking in the personal touches you made to the room. gradually turning his head to face you once again.

“how are you?” he politely asks.

“i’m fine. nothing bad happened to me.” you answer.

this again. what’s his game? it was never just simple conversation with your boss, there was always a point he wanted to come across. a lesson to be learned. right now, it wasn’t looking good for you. you need to take control of this conversation.

“that’s good. the doctor commented a few days ag-“ he speaks to you again but got interrupted.

“sir, with all respect. what do you want? why are you here?” you whisper to him. any attempt to gain the upper hand with him is futile, he always gets his licks back. silence follows the conversation before he speaks up again.

“you know what i want.” he sternly retorts.

“i don’t know what you’re here for. much less what you want.” you fire back, strength is solidifying itself inside you.

“is that so? surely you do.” he says mockingly, still playing a game.

“i don’t.” you say firmly this time.

“fine.” he scoffs to your face before reaching into his pocket, you flinch afraid he might’ve brought a weapon of some sort, he notices this and his hand remains inside. his eyes all on your frame and yours on his hand inside of his pocket.

you should really hope you’re not fucked.

“perhaps this will jog your memory.” he continues, “three days ago, you sent me this message. subject: resignation letter. to the marquis de gramont, i'm writing to let you know that, as of the seventeenth day in august of this year, i'm leaving from my employment as the marquis de gramont's personal assistant. due to schedule issues and unanticipated consequences encountered while working, i am leaving my position. i appreciate the chance to work with you over the past two years. sincerely-.” he recites the entire letter of resignation to you with a false professional tone to patronize you..

“i precisely know what i wrote there.” you look away from him annoyed as you cut him off once again.

“then you precisely know why i’m here.” he argues back. “i’m glad we’re finally getting on the same page, mon coeur.”

no we aren’t, i don’t want you here. i want you out of my house and i don’t want to see you ever again. how come you never ask what i want? you want to scream at him but your silence continues.

“look at me.” he pressed.

you stay quiet and keep your gaze away from him.

“you will not leave.” he finally claims. finally this makes your head snap back at him and makes you scoff loudly, the marquis frowns from your reaction although you did give him what he wanted.

“you can’t do this.” you respond weakly, your breath hitching in your throat.

“i can. i actually can.” he states certainly.

“why’s that? because you said so?” you challenge him. defying him is never a good idea, you know this. you know better and you should do better, but you’re too petty and exhausted. you want him out as soon as possible even if that means being blunt to him.

“tell me the truth. why do you want to leave?” he changes the subject and presses once again.

“i already told you. it’s in the goddamn letter.” you were getting tired of repeating the same words.

“i don’t believe you.” he discloses firmly.

“don’t act so foolish and dense-“ you retort in exasperation.

“are you calling me a fool?” he immediately questions. oof i think you hit his pride in that one.

“i’m asking you not to be one. boss, i literally got shot, i almost died. this may be something you can brush off easily but i can’t. you don’t have to worry about me spreading your secrets because i literally signed an nda and i have no intention of getting back in that kind of work! i’m gonna ask you once again, please leave.” you beg him, hoping he hadn’t missed the point of what you were trying to say.

you already knew that this job was already insane. not only do you cater the whims of an insanely rich man whose money seems to have no end but the danger and fear it came along with had to be taken into measure. not to mention, you didn’t exactly feel like living when you worked for him. how many opportunities for happiness had you turned away because that meant disregarding the marquis’ orders and facing his wrath if you chose to have that? god, you hadn’t even been home in a long time. you deserve this, he should at least have the courtesy to understand that.

“you don’t have to be scared anymore, cherie. i’m here.” he interrupts your thoughts as he softly affirms to you.

you don’t want that. you want nothing to do with him, sooner or later you’ll get killed and it’s likely going to be because of him. you know that he’s regretful and shameful of what happened to you but keeping you by his side isn’t going to change that, people die, more fact than speculation and by mere calculation you could tell it’ll happen sooner than later. after all, the marquis was still human. deep down, he’s still vincent and if you were to stay with him for protection that choice should be coming from you, not from him.

his determination to keep you locked away in his manor did nothing but frighten you to death. it had been so unexpected, not to mention you haven’t processed that fully along the fact you almost died.

you sigh loudly from resignation, the marquis keeps you in his line of sight, probably wondering what was going inside your head.

‘i can’t,” you finally utter out, “what can’t you understand? i’m scared…so fucking scared and you keep waltzing into my life like your entitled to it which just scares me more. i needed time to think, to process..all of this.” you gesture around you, the marquis stays silent listening to your words with no visible reaction on his face.

“i finally thought all of this through, i want to stay alive. staying alive means quitting, i-i have so much to live for, my family needs me and i need them. i don’t need you to look out for me, i don’t need you for this. i can help myself.” you refrain to him, letting the words sink to him.

“i’ve done so much for you. i’ve kept and guarded your secrets, everything i’ve ever heard while i worked never escaped my mouth and never entered ears that weren’t meant to hear them. i’ve protected your power, i upheld every system and order you gave me, so for god’s sake. haven’t i done enough for you? what else haven’t i gave to you?” you spill out to him, he deserves to know this, how you carried his burden with you everywhere without him knowing. the burdens you carried that he couldn’t be bothered to touch, every order of assassination, every fearful attempt of getting killed and his mercurial violence.

he needs to know that you can’t take it anymore. there is so much that you could take, let him find another. another that might be more tolerable of how he runs his system, more understanding of his work. someone who doesn’t flinch at the mention of drawing the blood of his enemies. someone that’ll encourage his determination for the never ending pain and ruthlessness.

you can’t be that someone, not anymore.

working for you is pure torture, you want to say but as usual you hold it back from him.

the marquis stays quiet. you don’t see his face twist in displeasure or anger..which is good but a quiet marquis wasn’t any better. he suddenly jolts onto his feet, scoffing from what you just said as he paced on your bedroom with his head infrequently looking at you. he was getting heated from what you said.

he shakes his head with his hands on his hips before finally speaking, stopping in his tracks, “that’s it?”

you try to speak before he cuts you off.

“that’s it, you’re simply leaving me because you’re scared?” he angrily questions you.

“please, you have to understand.” you try to plead once more.

“cherie, i can protect you. i saved you the same way you saved me. i am owed something.” he reassures you, pieces of his anger slightly heard from his tone.

“i was in the way! i didn’t-“ you try to clear it with him.

“clearly, your memory isn’t serving you well, more reason to keep you safe with me which is for the best.” he firmly asserts.

“i’m not going back there!” you yell at him, “just because i took a bullet for you doesn’t mean you get to dictate how i live my life, at the end of the day, you don’t get to control me, i don’t exist for you and most importantly just because i almost died because of you doesn’t mean i owe anything to you.” you lament at him, exhaustion and animosity getting the best of you as the marquis marches towards you, as you finish, slightly out of breath from your rant. he stands still before you. you hope that your words might put some sense in him.

he stares at you and you look back at him, returning his gaze. you gulp, alarmed that maybe you’d gone too far and perhaps…perhaps you should’ve done this more softly or professionally. you should’ve conjured a foolproof plan when confronting him about this, you should’ve expected he wouldn’t let go without a fight however, it’s not like you had a choice with him breaking into your apartment.

he slowly strides towards you, step by step. you take a deep breath in despair as he leisurely closes on you while you feel your back hit the wall.

“you are going back there. it is where you belong, you care for me. don’t even try denying it, cherie. i saw, i saw the way you looked at me that night, you’re afraid that’s all. you’re right,” he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent then continues, ”i don’t control you but you do that to me, you control me, you control every ounce of thought that occupies my mind. most of the time, it’s all my head does. you might not exist for me but i exist for you, you make living in this cruel world brighter and sweeter than before but this is where you’re wrong. you do owe me something, you owe me your life and i can make it lovelier if you just let me.” he speaks in a hushed tone as he looks through your eyes. you can feel something grabbing your arms, you glance and see that he’s taken hold of your limbs. rubbing circles around them, attempting to soothe you.

the pattern of his strokes reminds you of that night at the plaza.

he only deters you even more.

“i owe you nothing.” you whisper, your voice growing weaker by every second.

“you owe me something.” he repeats once again.

“i don’t.” you mutter looking into his eyes.

“that’s where you are wrong, you do.” he emphasizes to you.

“then we’re even. i-i saved you too and you saved me.” you quietly mumble to him.

he raises a brow in your response and lowers himself to your ear. the hairs in your body rise and you can feel goosebumps crowd your skin.

“i don’t want even…i want you.” he confesses.

you frantically sigh in distress, attempting to wrench yourself out of his grip, something you should’ve done earlier, but it’s too late. he abandons the hold he has on your right arm and clasps it to your neck to bring you closer to him and he kisses you.

you squealed in shock but it’s devoured when he takes your lips to his. you can feel your back press to the wall even harder trying to evade his touch, his kiss, but the marquis presses himself to you. his hands had abandoned your neck and arm, opting to snake around your waist as he pulled you closer to his warmth.

the marquis is kissing you.

he kissed you like a devoured man. as if he’d been deprived of something sweet for years and he finally received what he’d always wanted. he wouldn’t let his grip on you soften, afraid that you might abandon him once again, which you did before. he softly moans into the kiss, content and happy with what was happening.

“don’t leave.” he pulls away to whisper into you. “don’t leave me.”

you whimper as you feel his hands exploring your body, one of his palms tugging at the buttons of your satin white pajama shirt, wanting to feel more and more of the warmth beneath the clothes.

“i want you to promise me.” he mumbles to you, your foreheads pressing together, as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. you make no sound of promises and affirmation to him. he stays quiet expecting your words as he stares into the depths of your eyes and speaks up once again.

“no matter, you’ll be begging for me soon enough.” he sighs from your lack of communication then delves back into the warm haven he has found earlier.

seldomly, he’d pull himself back to bite your bottom lip. you’d wince from the ache coming for your mouth, slightly parting and he’d take that opportunity to slip inside your mouth. his hands continued to explore through your body, randomly squeezing a part of you to force a moan from you, then return to making out with you. you can feel him smile against you whenever he did. you felt bitter because this was looking victorious for him.

“please…stop.” you sigh in pleasure when he starts kissing and biting your neck.

“do you, cherie? i don’t think you do, not when you’re making all these pretty sounds for me.” he whispers against your neck then continues his attack on your skin.

“s-sir, stop..stop that.” you plead once again.

“vincent.” he stops to correct you.

“what?” you ask confused.

“none of that courtesies from now on. you’ll call me vincent. do you understand?” he softly reminds you, he’d halted his movements of affection, his forehead was pressed against yours again as his eyes looked at you with the utmost devotion known to man.

you stay silent as he smiles at you, that stuns you even more. you’ve never seen him smile from something pleasant. his eyes shimmered with love and desire like the stars when you got shot. your lips were wet and plump from the sudden assault the marquis had given them and your pajama shirt had several buttons undone but the marquis by comparison almost looked the same except for the disheveled clothes.

finally, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, the seal to your fate awaiting his words.

“as much as i want to continue this right now, we must usher home. we wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, do we mon amour? cold food never tastes as good when it is warm.”

you stay quiet, slightly mind blown from the make out session your ex-boss just gave you. your head feels fuzzy and unclear, christ your legs feel like giving out if the marquis hadn’t been holding you up against the wall.

he leans back down into your collarbone and begins to leave a trail of kisses throughout the skin, you whimper as he bites into some areas of the skin, eliciting a groan from him. you begin to feel his head go lower and lower, entering the region of skin where your unbuttoned shirt had failed to cover, you look down at him hesitantly and you see him looking up at you with affection.

suddenly, he grabs at your hips then raises himself up along with you. hoisting you on him, you hastily grip his shoulders as he lifts you, afraid to fall onto the floor of your bedroom.

“i changed my mind, perhaps it can wait. what do you think mon amour?” he whispers into you in the dark of the night.

you are now his love.

his to have and his to keep.

just as he is yours.

with you, he serves. with you, he falls.

you’re staying with him. not as his assistant but as his partner.

he will be your love. your heart. he will be yours.

you will be his love. his heart. his wife.

and god forbid anyone who takes you from him.

author’s note: sooo that’s part five and the last part of the marquis series! i really enjoyed writing this as it helped me explore my writing capabilities (especially in part two) even in my fever induced state. (it had me giggling in a cafe while i had a fever) thank you so much for the kind words and sweet comments yall have about the series (it has me kicking my feet pls continue). although im tempted to write a drabble of the aftermath of part five + that keith toshko fic and two requests ;)) please like and reblog and feel free to comment!

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[untitled-writer-013]

hey ~ I Love your writing so much! Could I make a request where the slashers witnessing their shy s/o losing their temper because someone hurt or insulted them (the slashers) please?

Slashers x Fem!Shy!Reader, Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Shy!Reader x Will Graham, Henry Creel x Fem!Shy!Reader loses temper HCs

warning(s): slight hurt/comfort, mentions of murder, reader being angry

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas had always seen (Y/n) as his sweet, shy darling. She had never lost her temper since they met. If she ever did get upset, she would excuse herself and let herself calm down before resolving the problem. That being said, when he heard his darling yelling at someone, he was ready to kill someone on the spot. He was worried that someone was hurting her, so when he ran outside and saw his darling telling off one of the victims, he was more than surprised. He watched in silence as she lectured them for insulting Thomas, letting out a frustrated breath once she was done. 

Nevertheless, Thomas was very impressed with his darling but would make sure she was alright. He knew that they must have said something really bad to make her so upset, so he’d reassure her that he was alright before offering to make her favorite for dinner. This would help her calm down, and Thomas would have the bonus of spoiling his darling.

Billy Lenz:

On one of the rare occasions that (Y/n) convinced Billy to go out on a date with her, a few people made fun of Billy for how he behaved and his frequent fidgeting. (Y/n) did her best to ignore them, usually steering Billy’s attention to taking pictures with his camera, which quickly distracted him from the disgusted glares and snickers from behind the couple. (Y/n) asked Billy to keep taking pictures while she took care of something, watching him leave before she turned to the nasty group of teens.

By the time Billy became bored and came back in, he watched as the teens cried while (Y/n) demanded to be left alone. They all either apologized or let out the last of their insults before leaving. Billy accidentally took a photo as everything played out, making (Y/n) turn to Billy in slight surprise. She let herself take a few deep breaths before going over to Billy, a small smile on her face as she reassured him that everything was alright before they went back to eating, Billy making sure to tell (Y/n) that he was just fine.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms had always adored how shy his darling could be at times. She was always so loving and patient with him, which was perfect since that was exactly what he needed. One day, the grocery boy came by to deliver the groceries that (Y/n) had asked for. As they were talking, Malcolm had made a degrading comment about Brahms, making her quickly slap him before she quickly asked him to get out. He sputtered and tried to apologize, but she was having none of it, telling him that she was fed up with how demeaning he was every time he visited. 

She was about to go on another lecture when Brahms entered the room, making both Malcolm and (Y/n) go quiet as he stepped in front of (Y/n), staring down Malcolm with a deadly look in his eyes. Malcolm soon took the hint, letting out a pathetic apology before he left. Brahms turned his attention to his darling, making sure she was alright before he asked her to make him something to eat, earning a small nod from (Y/n) as she let herself focus on Brahms.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo always took pleasure in teasing his darling. She was shy and polite, which only made teasing her all the more enjoyable for him. One day, when they had a group of victims passing through Ambrose, (Y/n) began to lose her patience. She remained polite for the most part, but Bo could tell that she was talking through gritted teeth. As the day went on, it seemed that (Y/n)’s patience wore thinner and thinner, not even capable of faking a smile as she told them not to mess with the wax figures yet again. Bo was more than confident that (Y/n) could handle herself, but just in case he stood nearby so she could get him if needed. However, she soon proved herself when one of the teens commented on Bo’s scars. 

She immediately turned around, slapping him as hard as she could before she firmly told him to never talk about his scars ever again, otherwise she would do more than just slap him. This earned a smirk from Bo, a mix of pride and anger in his face as he looked over at the teen, knowing he would enjoy murdering him later.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent had fallen head over heels for his darling. He was just as shy as she was, so they were practically perfect for each other. Vincent would always take time out of his day to check up on his darling. Whether it was to bring (Y/n) something to eat, or to simply spend some time with her, he always looked forward to his short visits with her throughout the day. During one of these short visits, he noticed that she was arguing with Bo. He quickly made his way order, ready to apologize to his brother when (Y/n) lost it, yelling that not everything revolved around his brother, while his brother seemed slightly taken aback. 

He quickly took (Y/n)’s hand, stopping her from escalating the argument before he took her to the basement. He helped her calm down, tracing her hands with his own as he reassured her that everything would be alright, promising to be there when things became too much for her.

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis:

Stu and Billy had never seen their shy darling blow up at someone ever since they started dating. They never thought they’d see (Y/n) yell at someone, but they watched as she chastised Randy for making jokes about the Woodsboro murders. She told him that they weren’t in one of his stereotypical horror movies, to which Randy shook his head as he tried to argue with her. It wasn’t until he made a joke about Sidney’s mother that she slapped him, causing him to flinch when she yelled at him to get lost.

 Stu and Billy had to hide their knowing looks, going over to their darling to make sure that she was alright before they offered to take her out, wanting to get something to eat before taking her out to the arcade. This seemed to satisfy her, making her smile as the three of them left to have a night out.

Jason Vorhees:

Jason had always adored his darling for her personality, she was always so caring and loving when it came to him. However, that never meant that she wouldn’t stand up for Jason when she needed to. Jason and (Y/n) had kept Camp Crystal Lake open, and usually worked on keeping the camp grounds clean. (Y/n) had been helping Jason with cleaning up the lake when a few of the kids staying there began to make fun of Jason. (Y/n) did her best to help Jason ignore them, but one kid joked about Jason’s looks, and that’s when (Y/n)’s patience ran out. She turned to them, beginning to yell at them for demeaning Jason while Jason watched in slight surprise. 

He tried to get her to calm down, reassuring her that he was alright, but she refused to let them go unpunished for what they had said. After she felt like they had learned their lesson, she let herself calm down before turning back to Jason, a gentle smile on her face before she asked him what he wanted for lunch, making him swoon for her all over again. She had taken the time to defend him and in the same breath make sure that he was taken care of. He made sure to show his appreciation for her, making her a flower crown with some of her favorite flowers so she knew that he would be there for her too.

Michael Myers:

Michael had never been good when it came to people. He killed people that he wanted to kill, which was usually everyone. All except his darling (Y/n), she was the one exception. She had intrigued him when he had made an attempt on her life, only for her to offer him something to eat. Since then, Michael had been staying with his darling, leaving every now and then to let out some of his frustration. While coming back from one of these outings, Michael overheard (Y/n) yelling at something, and he couldn’t help but become curious. He walked into the home, gripping his knife in hand as he approached the room she was in before he noticed his darling. 

She was yelling at one of her friends, clearly fed up with their comments on their relationship as she scolded them. Michael never understood why she was still friends with this person, but he found it entertaining that (Y/n) wanted to stand up to them. He waited for them to finish up, watching her friend leave as he placed his knife down, making sure he was mostly clean of blood before he pressed a kiss to her cheek, gently massaging her shoulders as he offered to fix her something to eat.

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham:

The two men had known their darling for quite a while, and in all of the time they knew her, she had never had a major blow up. They assumed that she was just more quiet natured, and for the most part that was correct. She never raised her voice out of anger, and while she could stand her ground, she never really liked confrontation. But Hannibal and Will absolutely loved (Y/n), and as long as she wasn’t letting anyone use her for her kindness, they trusted that she could take care of herself. Hannibal and Will were picking up their darling from work when they overheard her yelling at someone. They exchanged a look between each other before walking over to see what had happened, watching as their darling told off one of their coworkers. Hannibal watched with slight amusement as (Y/n) continued to lecture the man, while Will watched with concern, hoping everything would turn out alright as she finished the conversation, heading over to the men when she was done.

“Is everything alright, cara mia?” Hannibal asked, making sure his darling was alright before she nodded, asking to be taken home since she was tired. They happily did so, just glad to have her home.

Henry Creel:

Henry had always loved his shy little darling. She was sweet and more precious to him than anything else in the world. One day, he had come back shopping when he overheard (Y/n) yelling at someone. He quickly made his way inside, prepared to confront whoever it was that had the audacity to enter his home and make (Y/n) upset, but he quickly paused when he noticed that she was on the phone, currently yelling at someone over the phone. She was talking to one of her friends, fussing at them for insulting her relationship. 

Henry let her wrap up the conversation, finally joining her once she had hung up. (Y/n) was surprised to see Henry there, apologizing for her outburst only for him to shake his head, smirking lightly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He was glad to know that she was proud to be in a relationship with him, planning on rewarding her for remaining loyal to him later.

~fin~ author's note: these boys love their shy little darling, but they love the flare that she has when she gets angry! <33

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[6lostgirl6]

Heyo! Love your recent post on the marquis de gramont. Could you do a one shot where the reader manages to escape yandere marquis and manages to hide in another country for a few months before the marquis confronts them in a motel they were hiding in

No Escape

Pairing: Yandere!Vincent De Gramont x Fem!Reader

TW: General Yandere Behavior, Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Imprisonment, Mentions of Codependency, Controlling Vincent, Panic Attack, Cursing, Arguing, Forced Kissing (At first), Happy Ending. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 1.5k

It took you months to earn his trust, which he scarcely showcased to anyone. The months you pretended you were finally falling in love with him, with lovely words and tender affections that gradually lowered his guard with each passing day.

There were privileges that came with trust, which you soaked up like a sponge. He eventually permitted you to roam around the mansion without him or a bodyguard, which led to him permitting you to spend time outside within the gates. Finally, you were allowed to sleep in your room without someone monitoring your door during the night.

However, you ultimately reached a breaking point when you recognized one day that those affectionate words and acts had transformed into something more…sincere. You'd lay awake in your room, your mind racing at the prospect of succumbing to Stockholm Syndrome.

Your altered phone, gifted by Vincent, lay in pieces on the bedroom floor when you made your escape. You crept out under the beauty of the moonlight, and your efforts during the day allowed you to memorize Vincent's men's routine patrols. You wore only the clothing on your back and a little satchel containing your monthly allowance, which Vincent would give you as a reward for your good behavior. The hardest thing was climbing over the fence, but you made it out with only minor cuts. Despite the joy of finally experiencing independence, you couldn't shake the sadness in your heart. You couldn't help but think you were doing something wrong.

'It isn't love; it isn't love.' Throughout your entire voyage to Canada, you would repeat those words in your head like a broken record. When the landlord handed you the keys to your flat, you couldn't help but feel awful. When you received your new cell phone a week later, you resisted the urge to call him.

You missed him terribly and despised yourself for it.

A month has gone by, and you weren't any better off than you were a few weeks before. You did, however, have a job interview coming up in the next month, and you were pleased that you were making progress toward regaining independence. You even purchased a new cell phone for amusement purposes.

Vincent had certain expectations for you as his lover while you were imprisoned. He wanted you to be entirely reliant on him, letting him make decisions for you and requiring his permission to do everything or walk outdoors. He promised to take care of you, to make you want for nothing, and to give you the wedding of your dreams. However, beneath the surface, you became less and less of yourself.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you couldn't help but wonder if you would have been happier at ho-Vincent's mansion. Your eyes threatened to shed tears as you glanced at the screen of your phone.

Vincent's number was illuminated in the darkness of your room, casting a chilling glow across your face. The call button begged you to merely press it in order to make amends.

You tapped the button and placed the phone to your ear with a nervous exhale. As the phone continued to ring, your eyes were wide and stared into space. As you waited for him to pick up, your heart was racing in your chest, and you nervously chewed your nail.

'He'll be mad...'

The thought occurred to you, and you immediately regretted making the phone call. You were aware that Vincent had a temper, and while he never took it out on you, you weren't immune to his stern lectures when you got in trouble, or how he destroyed his possessions in front of you. Even his patience with you can waver, and you weren't planning on finding out.

When the person on the other end of the line picked up the phone, you hurriedly hung up, unable to handle the sound of his voice. You tried taking a few deep breaths, but your heart refused to stop pounding rapidly as you stared down at the phone.

Within the first five seconds, your phone rang, and you felt your heart was about to stop. When Vincent's number came across your screen again, you screamed and threw the cellphone against the wall. Your phone was scattered in pieces on the carpet, similar to the altered phone you left at the mansion. You prayed to whatever higher power that the call wasn't long enough for Vincent to track it down.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, rising from your bed and walking about your room, your hands grasping the sides of your head, attempting to stabilize yourself. "Fuck, fuck!"

You couldn't sleep that night.

You were strolling to your apartment, finally entering the elevator with a spring in your step. A month had gone by with no occurrences, and your concern was fading, with your confidence progressively taking its place.

The job interview went well, and you were hired at the local supermarket in the little town where you resided. It was extremely discreet, and you preferred it that way. Anything too extravagant would have drawn Vincent's attention, which was the last thing you needed.

When the doors reopened, you proceeded to head towards your apartment door, fishing out your keys from your satchel. Sorting through your keys, you unlocked the door and walked into the dark apartment, shutting the door behind you. You walked over to the wall, flicking on the lights.

The next thing you heard caused a chill to run down your spine.

"Did you enjoy your interview, chérie?" A familiar voice spoke, prompting you to press your back against the wall in panic.

Vincent stood in front of the window, his back to you, watching the beauty beyond the glass. His hands were in his pants pockets, and his posture was rigid.

"V-Vincent I-" You stuttered but came to a pause when Vincent turned to face you.

His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his big lips formed a stiff line. He was clearly furious with you, but he tried to remain calm.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He demanded, taking a few steps closer to you. His stature was imposing, towering well over six feet tall, and you hoped he'd keep his distance.

You could only stay silent; your eyes were locked on him.

"Do you?" He asked once more, his tone becoming darker.

"I-I'm sorry, Vincent, I just-" Your mind was blank, unable to generate a suitable explanation. Your heart was attempting to burst from your chest, and your breathing was growing shaky.

How can you explain your mixed feelings to your kidnapper?

Vincent's patience was clearly wearing thin as he strode towards you, seizing your upper arms and dragging you close. He disregarded your terrified yelps as you struggled to keep your distance. However, because you were close to the wall, Vincent quickly trapped you against it. Your faces were barely a few inches apart, and you struggled to keep the warmth from flowing into your cheeks.

"How could you do something like this? I thought we were happy together and that you finally accepted our love! Why would you run away and scare me to death?!" He yelled, shaking your body somewhat as he spoke. "Do you understand what you put me through?!"

Suddenly, there was a fire that was ignited in your heart that you'd never felt before. All those months poured through you and you didn't think before you opened your mouth.

"What I put you through, what about me?! You kidnapped me and kept me inside your stupid mansion like I was some doll to do your bidding! How dare you stand there and act like you didn't hurt me first!"

Before he could reply, you continued, "But, I fucking love you! Even after everything, I still fell for you, and I hate myself for it! So, I ran! I ran away from you-"

You were cut short as Vincent yanked you into a kiss, his body crushing you against the wall. As you struggled, his arm curled around your waist, and the other gripped your hair to prevent you from pulling away.

However, the longer the kiss persisted, the less you struggled and ultimately succumbed to your predicament. He's kissed you several times before in the past, but this kiss was different. It was the first kiss where you two were finally on the same page.

You returned his kiss, your arms wrapping around his waist. He growled slightly into the kiss, drawing away slightly and planting a gentle kiss on your brow. You leaned against his chest, tears welling up in your eyes as you understood what had transpired.

Vincent brought his lips to your ear, his fingers twirling in your hair as he murmured darkly, "You will never do this again, do you hear me?"

His words sent shivers down your spine, full of ownership, and you knew your independence was gone. You softly agreed, allowing him to bring you closer to him in an embrace that was everything but sweet.

"You'll never escape me; I'll always find you." He murmured again, planting a firm kiss against your temple. "Always, chérie."

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A Yandere! Black Butler x Opal! Reader (Steven Universe) would be cool with Vincent, Joker, and Dagger!

Just imagine their reaction to a very, very tall and giant creature who physically "appears" as a woman (Opal! Reader is sexless) with four pairs of arms who is not even human but a gem who accidentally time-traveled to the Victorian Era and is not able to unfuse (back to Pearl and Amethyst) till Opal! Reader can get back to their original timeline.

Even though Opal! Reader has lived for more than thousands of years and possesses knowledge of the Victorian Era of England, Opal! Reader’s appearance would set people off in immediate fear, and that just makes it harder for Opal! Reader to fit in. (Plus, finding a way home.)

Opal Reader | Yandere Black Butler

You’re roughly fourteen feet tall, have four different arms, and a gem on your forehead and chest. In a world like theirs to any average person, you are a marvel to behold or exploit. Now depending on who has the means to contain you are the ones who have the chance to lull you into a demented love:

Vincent Phantomhive

“You truly are a beauty. So beautiful I see no reason I shouldn’t hide you the way I have been so far.”

Finds you and finds a way to keep you trapped

Earns your trust while you’re in your own hidden place 

Eventually inviting you into  his home a trap all of his own+

With his connections to the supernatural, there’s bound to be something on par with your own power

Enough to become his exotic and caged beauty

Joker

“It’d be a travesty not to share your wonder with a world as bland as this.”

Naturally, he makes you a part of his circus 

If only to brag to the world that it is he and he alone who owns your heart

He just has to make sure his violent misdeeds allude you

At least until he gets a grasp on the material you can’t break

Dagger

“So you’re the latest freak, huh? Welcome to the club.”

At first, can’t help but be jealous

The attention you get the praise, even her cats seem to respect you more than her 

It isn’t until she finally talks with you that she’s fighting a blush 

You’re calming voice and relaxed personality is unexpected

So innocent yet full of wisdom

She feels disgusted by how often and how hot she gets when she spends nights thinking of you

Despite her promise, she’s not helping you get home not when this is the perfect circumstance to keep you by her side

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[impeakcharacterdesign]

Sinclair!Reader and a not so happy family reunion

This was particularly inspired by @loveandmurders sister Sinclair au. While I was reading it I had the thought, “what if the sister was actually happy with her adoptive family?” And then this bug was born and wouldn’t leave me alone

I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, avoiding she/her/he/him when referring to the reader but I am fem aligned so this might lean more towards that. I also tried to avoid use of [Name] or Y/N.

Warnings: i like yanderes so there’s some elements of platonic yandere in this. If you don’t know what that is, look it up, see if you’re comfortable with reading that and then come back. Typical movie gore, since I’m not a big Sinclair Slut probably OOC, people getting made into wax statues.

Thinking about Sinclair!Reader. Being separated from your brothers when you were young and reuniting with them as a “tourist”.

But it’s not a happy reunion, at least not for you.

Sibling!Reader has vague memories of life before they were adopted.

You were only around four or five when your parents adopted you, not really old enough to clearly remember anything, especially years later. Some things stick in your mind though, no matter how much time has passed.

You’ll dream of a woman’s incessant screaming and even after you wake up the sound still rings in your head or sometimes you’ll catch a random whiff of an extremely sweet smell. The most prominent memory though is the feeling of burning pain.

Your adoptive parents don’t say much about your biological family, maybe because they don’t know or because you just never ask, but they know enough to tell you that the burns that cover the majority of your legs came from boiling wax, that the burns are why you were taken away.

The only things you have from your birth family are your first name, the memories, and the burns.

The lingering ghosts make you think you're better off never knowing. You never tell your parents about what little you remember and they never ask.

You’ve had a happy life with your family despite the circumstances that brought you to them. You’re treated as one of their own and the fact that you’re adopted is just an unimportant thought in the back of your mind.

The sky is blue, you are your bones, and you’re adopted.

Your brother, on the other hand, seems more curious about your birth family than you are. Over the years he’s tried to convince you to look for them, but you’ve denied him every time. You love your parents and you love your big brother. As far as you are concerned they’re all the family you’ll ever need. You’re more than content to leave your biological family in the past and let sleeping dogs lie.

Thankfully he respected your decision. It wasn’t like he would dig into your past without your consent, right?

....right?

You frequently take road trips with your brother. He’s the outdoorsy type and enjoys camping, and while you don’t care for sleeping outside, you do enjoy the long drives through small towns. It makes you think about how you’re passing through someone else’s life. It’s just a few miles to you, but to someone else, it’s their whole world. It’s a good bonding experience.

You’re passing through Louisiana this time around and if you’re being honest, you have no idea where you’re going. Your road trips are frequent enough that at this point if your brother tells you to hop in the car, you’d slide into the passenger seat without question and take over the radio.

You’re beginning to regret it though. Not only has your brother been oddly excited, but Louisiana is so hot and muggy, it’s almost unbearable. You’ve already ditched your pants at the last gas station for something shorter and more breathable. It’s not often you wear something that shows too much leg, the stares you get on the vast expanse of your burned skin make you uncomfortable.

Right now though, it’s just you, your brother, and the open road for miles. There’s no one around to gawk at you and that's a good thing, you decide.

At least until the engine begins to sputter and comes to an unexpected stop.

You look up from the CDs you were flipping through, “Did we just run out of gas?” You question.

Your brother shakes his head, “No way, we just filled up at the last stop, remember?”

He pops the hood and you both clamber out of the car to peer at the engine.

“What do you thinks wrong with it?”

There’s a brief silence where you both share a blank look. For all that your brother is good with his hands, he’s lousy with mechanic work. You’d be better off asking him how to start a fire with your ass cheeks than how to do an oil change.

As for you? Well, the less said about your mechanical expertise the better.

While your brother looks over the map you keep an eye on the road hoping that a stranger with better sense than the two of you would pass by and be willing to help.

Your brother seemed to have marked an area on the map. He’s insistent that you both walk there and as far as you can tell, it’s 20 miles in the opposite direction of the nearest town.

You’re sweating and in no mood to walk somewhere that’s not marked on the map.

“There’s nothing there!” You argue.

“There is! Just trust me on this, I promise you, it’ll be fine!”

You walk over to the driver's side and sit in the seat, slamming the door. “You can walk there if you’re so eager!” You say to him, “but either we walk to the town that’s actually on the map or I’m staying my happy ass right here ‘till someone else comes along.”

He begins to wave the map in your face and you don’t bother to listen to what he has to say, grabbing at it. He smushes your face and tries to push you away, “Let go! You’re going to rip it, you idiot!”

“I’m an idiot!?” You screech, “Well, then you’re crazy! The heats obviously fried your last brain cell!”

You’re leaning halfway out the window trying to smack him as he yelps when a truck comes cruising down the road, stopping a few feet away from your broken-down car.

Your brother pauses and you use the opening to give him a swat to the back of the head, quickly retreating into the car.

“Looks like we won’t have to walk after all.” You say a little smugly. He simply rolls his eyes at you, rubbing at the spot you hit.

The stranger hops out of his truck and scampers over.

He’s shorter than your brother and you take comfort in knowing that if he was a weirdo, your brother could easily stomp him.

His clothes are worn out, clearly meant for his work.

He’s awkward in his movements and if you’re being honest he reminds you of a possum or a raccoon. Some kind of critter that would dig through your trash.

He sure smelled like he did, you think privately.

All in all, he seemed nice enough.

“Y’all need some help?” He asks, a grin stretching across his face, “I can take a quick peek. See if I can’t get y’all back on the road.”

“We’d really appreciate it....” your brother holds his hand out in greeting, which the man shakes enthusiastically.

“Lester,” he introduces, “the names Lester.”

He pauses to stare at you when your brother gives him your name, like he’s heard it before.

Like he’s seen you before.

You give him a wave, hoping it’ll snap him out of whatever thought he was having.

His grin widens, showing off yellowed teeth, and he returns your wave eagerly.

He moves onto the engine.

You can’t really see what he’s doing but it probably wouldn’t make any difference if you could. You’d have no idea what he was fiddling with anyway.

“Well, there’s ya problem!” Lester exclaimed, “Yer transmission leaking!”

“Is that something you can fix here?” Your brother asks, “we really need to make it to our destination.”

“Not a chance,” Lester replies, pulling out a rag and wiping his hands of grease, “it's leaking and from what I can see, somethings wrong with the torque too.”

Your brother groans and you slump into your seat.

“Gonna have to take it to a shop. Closest ones in Ambrose, 15 miles from ‘ere. I can give y’all a ride there.”

You poke your head out the window, “Ambrose?” You ask confused, “That wasn’t on the map.”

Lester smiles at you, his eyes creasing, “Too small to put on a map. More like one of them tourist traps than a real town.”

At the mention of Ambrose, your brother's mood seems to shift.

He’s excited and immediately accepts Lester’s offer of a ride, surprising not only to you but your benefactor as well with his new energy.

You’re a little more hesitant but it’s not the first time you’re brother’s made an executive decision, so you go along with it.

When you step out of the car, Lester freezes, like he’s seen a ghost.

You assume he was put off by your scars and cringe internally. You hope he doesn’t comment on them like others have before.

He doesn’t thankfully, but he seems to be waiting for something.

You climb into the middle seat of his truck, and between the smell, your brother's weird mood, and Lester’s staring, you have a feeling it’s going to be a long 15 miles to Ambrose.

He doesn’t tell you that the door doesn’t open from the inside until after your brother has already shut it behind him.

“You two on some kinda romantic getaway or something?” Lester asks.

“Absolutely not,” you reply instantly, “we’re siblings and we’re just on a little trip.”

“Really?” Lester asks with exaggerated surprise, “Y’all look so different, I woulda never guessed y’all were related!”

“We get that a lot.” You say blandly and don’t bother to elaborate.

Lester says your name and you look at him. He repeats it a few times, like he’s testing it out on his tongue.

“How’d ya parents pick that name?” He asks.

You shrug, “No idea.” You hope the conversation drops but your brother is in a mouthy mood it seems.

“They’re adopted. They came to us when they were five.”

You shoot your brother a glare, “when they were five huh?” Lester’s knuckles whiten around the steering wheel, “Ya ever meet your real family?” He emphasizes the word ‘real’ in a way that makes your stomach churn.

“No.” You say resolutely, “don’t plan to and don’t really want to.”

The silence following doesn’t last long.

“How’d ya get them burns?” It’s posed like a question but his tone tells you he has an answer and is just waiting for you to confirm it.

You thought Lester was nice at first, but his questions make you uncomfortable in a way nobody has before. It’s like he’s putting together pieces of a puzzle you don’t even know exists and the thought fills you with dread.

You don’t plan on answering but your brother does. “The social worker said it was boiling wax. It had been treated at home but it got infected. Somebody found them passed out in the street an — “

You cut him off by harshly elbowing him in the ribs and he winces. You feel frustration build up in you, even you didn’t know that last bit, so why’d the hell he’d have to go and tell a stranger your business?

Lester seems satisfied with the answers he got and doesn’t bother you with more.

You spend the rest of the drive halfheartedly listening to Lester regale you with tales of his job picking up roadkill.

Inside you’re fuming. Your brother always wanted to know more about your past than you did. He probably took a look at your old records.

You’re gonna tear him a new one when you get the chance.

“Bo?” Your brother asks when Lester tells you the name of Ambrose’s only mechanic, “That short for something else?”

Lester glances at him, “Yep, but he hates it so everyone ‘round here just calls him Bo. Besides,” he grins “Beauregard Sinclair just doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

You don’t notice the glee on your brother's face.

Lester stops in front of a station and turns to the both of you, “Listen, Bo, the mechanic, he’s a bit uhh wary of strangers,” he tells you, “Doesn’t like ‘em, so let me go soften him up for ya. I’ll make sure he treats ya right.”

A man in blue coveralls — Bo, you assume — steps out of the shop and stands with his hands on his hips. Lester gets out of the truck, “Y’all stay put!” He tells you through the window and rushes over to the man.  Lester grabs Bo’s arm and pulls him back into the shop.

If you had been able to see the future that awaited you, you’d have slid over to the driver's side and taken the truck.

You would have driven and never looked back.

But you can’t see the future, so you don’t move from your spot.

Hindsight is 20/20

“So, what do you think?” Your brother asks in what you think is supposed to be a casual attempt. You know him well though, and can see he’s thrumming with anticipation.

“About what?” You ask.

“You know, about Ambrose? Or,” he hesitates, “About Bo?”

You give him a weird look, “Bo?” You repeat incredulously, “I haven’t even spoken to the man and you’re asking me what I think about him?” This whole day has felt like an interrogation session, you think it’s time you started asking the questions. “You’ve been acting weird this whole damn trip and you still haven’t even told me where we’re going, and don’t think I’ve forgotten how you told an absolute stranger all my business! What the hells the matter with you?”

“Don’t you want to meet your real family?” He blurts out and you feel a headache coming on.

“Oh, not this shit again. What does that have to do with anything? You know what, I am not havin — “

“I looked at your file, and I did some digging.”

“...What?” The world seemed to stop.

“I found your original birth certificate. Before our name, your last name was Sinclair and you were born at home, in Ambrose.”

A cold feeling washes over you, starting from the top of your head and spreading to the tips of your toes.

“You had three other siblings, I couldn’t find anything on two of them, but one of them was in the system too — your brother. The only difference was that they sent him back — “

You feel a growing sense of dread, “Please,” you beg, “please tell me you didn’t — “

“His name is Beauregard Sinclair — Bo.” He gestures towards the shop, “That man in there is your blood brother.”

A sense of betrayal sinks into your bones like lead, your whole body feels heavy with it. “How could you?” you hiss out. You don’t know whether you should scream or cry so you simply settle for being furious. “After I told you no! After I asked you to stop, you still kept looking and you even went as far as to drag me out here!”

You never wanted to meet anyone from your biological family and yet your brother, someone you trusted, put you in a situation like this.

“If you just tal—“

“No,” you cut him off, “you won’t say a word about what you found to anyone, especially not — Bo.” You spit his name out, “We’re getting the car fixed and as soon as he’s finished, you will take me home.”

You look him in the eyes, “This is not up for discussion.”

Before your brother can argue, Lester appears at the passenger window, Bo standing a few feet behind him, “Good news!” His joy clashes with the somber mood in the truck but he doesn’t seem to notice, “Bo’s not feeling too prickly today, so he’ll help you out and even throw in a discount!”

Lester opens the door to let you out, mentioning that he’s the one that has to go back for your car with the tow.

It might just be your paranoia but when he introduces you both to Bo, it sounds like he emphasizes your name in particular.

The smile Lester gives you is beaming as he drives away in his truck.

Bo stares intently at you — and only you.

You can feel his eyes roving over your face and scars, it’s a feeling you’re used to.

He’s not looking at you with disgust like others do though. No, the look he’s giving you is soft, and full of longing, like he’s been waiting for you all his life and can’t believe you’re standing in front of him.

Your hands feel clammy. You think that maybe he knows who you are, but throw yourself head first into denial.

If he did know and were to confront you about it, you’d firmly deny it.

Your brother watches you both, waiting for you to react, maybe have a spontaneous change of heart now that you’re face to face with your blood family.

Maybe if he hadn’t brought you here without your knowledge, if he had discussed it with you first.

But none of that happened.

So your face stays blank and you make no move to change your decision.

Bo asks questions more invasive than Lester’s, and you hope it’s just a trait all the residents of this small town have.

About your ‘real’ family, why you never went looking for them, what your childhood was like.

You feel sick, like the people around you were all in on the secret.

So, the next question he asks about your family, you snap.

You tell him you don’t care about your biological family, that they don’t matter. You already have parents and a big brother.

You tell him you only need one family.

You briefly consider asking him if he’s some kinda weirdo but decide not to insult the man that’s going to fix your car. He answers that question for you anyway, with a smirk and by swinging a wrench into your brother's head.

You stand there stunned as Bo climbs atop your brother's prone form, and continues to beat him. You watch in horror, only snapping out of it when a spray of blood hits your face.

“Get off him!” You shriek and throw your entire weight at Bo, catching him off guard. You feel hysterical, to the point where you almost laugh at the look of genuine confusion on Bo’s face. As if he doesn’t understand why’d you do something like that to him of all people.

You scramble away from Bo and over toward the only person you consider a brother. You choke out a sob when you see his face bloody and beaten. You tug at his arms, calling his name and urging him to get up, but all he does is whimper pathetically on the floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Strong arms wrap around you, pulling you away and you don’t have to turn around to know it’s Bo. You struggle but his grip remains firm. “Let me go! Get away from us!” You’re full-on sobbing at this point and Bo simply shushes you as if you were a child.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay honey pie, I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He buries his nose into your hair and takes a deep breath.

“We missed ya so much sweetie, we thought we’d never see ya again,” he grabs at your jaw, turning your face towards him. You can barely see him through your tears, but you can feel his burning gaze. “But you’re here now, all of momma’s kids back together,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, “she’d be so happy. She never forgot her baby and she made sure we didn’t either.”

You don’t remember blacking out but you must have at some point because find yourself waking up in a child’s room.

You feel a bit disoriented as you sit up in a twin bed with ugly floral patterned sheets.

There’s another bed shoved into the corner of the room, having been stripped of its sheets and left bare.

The room is small and it makes it easy to notice large empty spaces. The room was clearly once shared by two children.

One grew up and moved on and the other ....didn’t

Toys are strewn about the room as if the children who inhabited it simply stood up in the middle of playing and never came back.

Stuffed toys of your favorite animals sit sadly on the shelf. Toys that have long been forgotten by the child they were made for.

There’s a sense of familiarity that comes with being in this room. It brings hazy memories that you can’t focus on, so you instead think about the morning you left home. Your mom pressing a kiss to your cheek and packing you lunch, and your dad sneaking you an extra 100 dollar bill.

The wide grin on your brother's face, promising you a trip unlike any other.

Tears well up in your eyes but you don’t sob like before. You don’t think you have the energy to. You feel drained, the day's events weighing on you like an anchor.

A loud creaking cuts through your exhaustion, reminding you that you’re not safe, that despite the familiarity this is not your home. A curtain of hair is the first thing you notice, then his posture. He’s hunched in on himself but it does little to hide his broad frame.

The man doesn’t say a word as he approaches you. You eye him warily, pressing your back to the wall in a vain attempt at keeping the distance between the two of you. All it serves to do is corner you as he comes closer, biting back the whimper of fear that rises in your throat.

You notice something off with his face, despite the faint wrinkles it’s unnaturally smooth, a mockery of Bo’s own face, you realize. You wonder if this is another unwanted brother.

You flinch as he lifts a hand toward you, but he doesn’t hurt you, instead, he begins to trace your features. His finger follows the curve of your eyes, the bridge of your nose, and the slope of your jaw.

He doesn’t speak a word to you as he does this, gently brushing away your tears when he traces your cheek. It’s meant to comfort you, you think.

He retreats from you but only for a moment, quickly invading your space again. He’s holding a box this time, and he gently presses childish artworks into your hands, colorful and messy works. His body language is expectant but you don’t know what you’re supposed to say.

He quickly runs through the drawings, the sketches improving as they go on, and at one point it becomes apparent that they were drawn by completely different people. While the childish ones depict a variety of subjects — dogs, birds, children playing — The more advanced ones only feature one subject.

You — well, you as a child anyway. You smiling, laughing, perfectly drawn portraits, like they were plucked from your family’s photo album at home.

One of the last sketches makes you pause. It shows variations of what you could have grown to look like. Each one is different but undeniably you, like someone had tried to draw you from memory. In some you have a more prominent nose, deeper-set eyes, or a weaker jaw. You, just slightly different.

He grows frustrated when you react to only one of his works. He shoves a wax figure into your hands, wordlessly urging you to take it. You hesitantly examine it, once again it’s you as a child but you’re not alone this time. You’re smiling happily between three older boys and you recognize their features. The crease of the youngest boy's eyes reminds you of Lester, the infuriating smirk of one of the older boys belongs to Bo, and the final figure you conclude is the man in front of you.

“Is this....us?” you ask, “it’s very detailed.”

His posture perks up and you turn the statue in your hand finding a signature.

“Vincent? Is that you?”

He excitedly nods his head, finally getting the response he desired — recognition.

Then Bo saunters in with Lester at his heels.

And that’s when you learn. Bo describes it much more romanticized but you can put it together yourself.

Your mother, Trudy Sinclair, was an obsessive woman.

She obsessed over her craft, her projects, and her children.

Trudy’s attention was always more focused on Vincent and, by extension, Bo leaving Lester on you with only each other for company. The day you were taken changed that.

She elevated you.

She would hammer into their heads that they should’ve protected you, poor defenseless you. Who would care for you, if not them?

“I do have people who care for me,” you hiss at them, “my parents! I had a protector until you bashed his face in!”

Bo huffs out a laugh, “Then he wasn’t a very good one sweetie.”

You avoid looking at him but he grabs your jaw and turns your head towards him. “I know you’re confused, honey. You spent too much time with those people,” Bo tightens his grip when you try to yank your face out of his hold, “they poisoned your mind, but you’ll see real soon that we’re your family.”

You imagine lunging at him, clawing at his face. You don’t do that, though, instead, you break down like a child.

“Where’s my brother?” You sob out, “I wanna go home, just let us go home!”

Bo is losing patience with you, his eyes hardening, “you ain’t never seeing that boy again,” he states harshly, “we’re you’re brothers, those people are nothing to you. After all,” he smirks “you said it yourself, you only need one family.”

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[viridwns]

What do you think Yandere Vincent Phantomhive would do if his s/o escapes him?

Anything.

Vincent will not find her by running into her, he will find her by making her give up.

Darling will realize it is not a coincidence that no ships are heading out, every stranger looks at her with a furrowed brow, news papers seem to be falling out the sky with her face on it and scotland yard being around every corner she takes.

Vincent is a composed man, and he will keep up that facade even after realizing his darling is gone. No one will see the cracks in his mask, not even his own two sons'.

He will get the queen involved. She loves Vincent's mousey wife, of course she will help find the poor darling.

If he didn't have Sebastian summoned already, he sure has now.

This man is breaking down beneath the surface. He needs his wife like oxygen. That's not even the worst part for Vincent. Even if he will never admit it, this whole or deal is hurting him. Vincent isn't stupid, and he knows what he's doing, what he did to her. But knowing his wife hates him so much she ran away? That makes his small heart still and pain set in.

So that's why he doesn't want to find her, she needs to come back to him. Vincent wants her to realize that he is what's best for her, that he is good and sweet and nice and that he is the only one in the whole wide world able to protect her.

If that means sending a few tugs out to rough her up, then so be it. She brought it onto herself.

Vincent knows this process can take weeks, if not months. After all, he had to pick out a woman with a little spunk who's is not going to give in that easily.

But at the end of this cat and mouse game. Vincent will find darling in the gazebo. She sits with her back towards him. Her hair loose and flowing with the breeze. She has her eyes closed, enjoying the last few minutes of freedom.

Vincent will walk to her, sit next to her, not saying a word, not making a sound. He just basks in the sight of her, taking her in. It has been a long time and he could see it on her face. Still, she was the same woman he fell in love with all those years ago.

Even now, after all that hard work, darling knows sitting here in his gazebo was all according to his plan. Even out there, he controlled her life.

Everything was going as he wanted things to go, except for one thing. Vincent underestimated how weak darling makes him, and instead of her reaching out to search the comfort of his touch first. He caves and caresses her face. He needed to know if she was really there, by his side again. She will keep her eyes closed.

Vincent will take her hand to lead her back inside. Darling will try to be strong, she asks for five more minutes, five more minutes of freedom. Vincent will not listen at first, but when he hears her voice break as she asks him please. He'll sit there with her for five more minutes.

Darling will be considered mental by everyone by the time she gets back. Vincent keeps her inside their room, not even letting his sons' see her.

She will end up in Vincent's arms again. He will break down, tell her what she did to him and how painful it all was. His mask will fall, only darling will see him in such a desperate state. Clinging to her like a life line. It's only a matter of seconds before he composes himself. And that's when she knows that the only escape for her is dying, but even for that, Vincent has a remedy.

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[bimbo-superstar]

Darkness is my lover

Yandere Vincent Sinclair x plus size reader 

WARNING DARK THEMES INCLUDE: Dub-con, captivity, forced breeding, dark topics overall, Vinny is sweet in some of the points but controlling and possessive in others.

Please proceed with caution, not intended for younger audiences. 

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♡Vincent became infatuated with you the minute Bo dragged you down to the basement unconscious, you just look so beautiful the full cheeks, your plump lips, those thighs you had, he just had to keep you, but he knew Bo would not allow that to happen, so he hid you.

♡The first month you had attempted to escape multiple times, you almost succeeded the last time which is why you ended up strapped to Vincent's chair, he couldn't believe why you were being ungrateful maybe if he started to treat you like how Bo treats his victims, you'll learn your lesson so that's what he did.

♡You are chained to Vincent's worktable, he put a mattress and some pillows and blankets down, so you won't bump and cut up your delicate body cause vin doesn't want to see his darling hurt unless He’s the one doing the hurting you are his muse after all

♡To Vincent you're like his little doll that he can dress up, feed, wash and use, he needs affection too and with you resisting and resenting him sometimes he can get rough and force you to cuddle up to him or if he’s sexually frustrated, he will take it out on you whether you want it or not 

♡ He loves when you cry and just lay there staring into space, it gives him the perfect opportunity to sketch you how the tears roll down your cheek and hit the dirty basement floor it's like art to him.

♡ His nicknames for you are: My darling, My muse, My babydoll these are usually with passive aggressiveness to the tone and a hint of possessiveness to them also cause Vincent is very insecure and he believe you are his property and he can do whatever he wants to do to you and if someone tries to help you or stop him he has no problem with adding them to his endless collection of wax figures, this includes you if you want to misbehave and continue to act like a selfish bitch he would make you into a figure a special one of course with accessible holes for him to use 

♡Once you succumb to Stockholm syndrome Vinny will allow for you to roam the house and sleep in the room with him, he even allows for you to cook for him, Bo, and Lester you're also allowed to walk Jonesy with Lester 

♡Vincent allows for you to take up some hobbies so you don't think about leaving him again, he buys paint sets, yarn so you can make bracelets to distract you, over the months of you being there you start to crave his affection and attention which is what he wants in a darling he does not want you to disobey or try to leave him, watching him make figures makes you want to try it out so he allows you to sit in his lap while his big hands engulf yours and guides them

♡Vincent loves the thought of forcing himself inside of you if you don't comply with having children with him, he does not mind pushing you down and pounding into you and Cumming bucket loads inside of you, the thought of you being pregnant with his babies makes him go crazy it creates more possessiveness from you 

♡He would fuck you in areas he knows where Bo will pop up at, to Vincent Bo is the more attractive twin but knowing that he can fuck you and Bo cant makes his head spin and the blood rush to his cock, the way you scream and moan with him inside of you and the way you drool with your eyes rolled back while Bo watches from the shadows is what makes Vincent fuck into you harder and faster. He wants his brother to know that he owns you and he can never have you.

DAYUM I HOPE I DID GOOD FOR YOU MY LOVES 

should i make this into a little fic or something LET ME KNOWW 

I LOVE YALLL 

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[yanderesaremymedicine]

No I don’t want to be THE darling, I want (characters name) TO BE THE darling. IS THAT TOO MCH TO ASK FOR?

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

So in your Yandere Vincent de Gramont Headcanons

do you think he eventually talked his girlfriend/boyfriend round to have a proper relationship?

Honestly, that all depends on how strong your will is when rejecting Vincent's advances. He's the image of a gentleman with enough money to build another planet if he wanted to, so to have you resist giving in to his grandiose acts of love are, from his point of view, beyond frustrating.

So, if you ever did agree to enter a proper, requited relationship with him, he's absolutely ecstatic. Has to resist the urge to throw a party in honour of this momentous occasion.

Just be warned that, if you thought he was down bad before, you've seen nothing yet. The lengths of his exponential need to keep you close and safe multiply by unfathomable measures the second you've willingly taken him as your partner.

God help the person who discovers this after getting a bit too close to you.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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[ghostybat00]

🔪🌺VINCENT SINCLAIR YANDERE🌺🔪

Vincent sinclair yandere with a reader that has vitiligo.

A little of smut.

(note:I have never seen an something related to a s/o/reader with vitiligo, so I want to contribute since it is a condition I find quite beautiful,for those who do not know, it is a condition of the skin pigment, which affects the skin, hair, etc.)

s/o gender neutral.

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🔪:Vincent was looking out the window at the desolate city of Ambrose, there haven't been many visitors, until he sees a somewhat modern black car, a car that was parked at Bo's gas station, nothing important,just simple victims with nothing special, or so Vincent thought.

🔪:that's when you emerge, so elegant...so...unique...so beautiful...You obviously stood out from the rest thanks to your unique skin,you had such beautiful spots, quickly drawing Vincent's attention in a single second.

🔪:He would be so intrigued, obviously living so desolate with only 2 brothers and victims with neutral beauty, he had never seen this condition.

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🔪:Quickly He would be obsessed with seeing you, he would always be in the shadows observing every detail of you, memorizing every single spot on your skin.

🔪:I would take a lot of photos of you, seriously, too many, he would convince Bo not to kill you, that you are more valuable than a simple victim to become a wax statue.

🔪:He would consider you his perfect muse. Someone with whom he apart can use for inspiration, a person that he would like to spend his life with.

🔪:Oh, but how he hates your idiot group of friends,He even speeds up the process to make Bo kill them,he wants them away from you.

🔪:He would do many drawings and sketches first, highlighting your beautiful vitiligo condition that he considers art patterns carved into your skin,then a very own wax statue of you, every curve, blemish, detail, everything.

🔪:He would carve with his calloused hands a replica of you of wax, so carefully.

🔪:When you and your friends enter the museum, he will wait for you to separate from the others, he will put a piece of cloth with chloroform on your delicate lips.

🔪:He will tie you up and keep you in his bassement,he tries to make it clear that he won't hurt you, even though he can't talk.

🔪:He'll keep you tied to a chair, one of his favorite things is tracing the spots on your skin with his finger delicately, finding each unique and cute spot of vitíligo on you, even in somewhat...private places.

🔪:Sometimes he strips you naked, to appreciate your vitiligo spots more, on every private part of your cute little body.

🔪:This also goes hand in hand with various drawings of your naked body in suggestive poses.

🔪:He also likes to tease you and seeing so needy,if it escalates the situation and You and him are doing the act, he also likes to kiss your spots while entering you.

#vincent sinclair #house of wax #slasher #smut #sugestive #slasher fucker #tw stalking #vitiligo #x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere #slashers

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vincent de gramont x assistant!reader: i made you my temple, my mural, my sky now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. | the marquis wants more of what meets the eye.

plot: the one where the marquis has had enough of just a glimpse.

warning: unrequited?,vincent is down bad af, boss-assistant relationship

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your cries of pain are so soft but so loud in his ears. stupid, stupid girl. what have you done? it frightens him to see you so…helpless. he tries to soothe you from it but to no avail, he can feel the warm thick blood from your torso dripping on his trousers.

but what petrifies him to the bone was your silence. the moment you flutter your eyes shut and the whimpers of pain from your lips dwindle down makes his blood run cold.

what happened next was a blur for him but all he can remember was holding your hand as thomas drove through the thick of the city to bring you to safety. why had you done that? he clasps your hand even tighter when he can feel you take a sharp breath every now and then. it makes him hope. it makes him pray to any god out there to let you live. please…not her..not her. not when she did that for me. not when she just took a bullet for me, it cannot be. he doesn’t know why, but he does. he’ll beg on his knees to every god out there if it meant seeing you safe and alive.

when you're taken from his arms and placed on a stretcher, he can only stand in shock. it still doesn’t make sense to him, were you…not what he thought you were? no, no she was just in the way of it. she probably cursed me to death when she got shot. but she hadn’t said anything, and the way she looked at me. god it was full of fear and dread, she had gripped on him when he’d taken her to his arms, and it was full of the fight left inside her. the way she latched her hand on his wrist felt like the way you would grip a rosary for a prayer to god, he wonders to himself.

the marquis stands still in front of the door. behind the door, are skillful medical professionals working to keep you alive but it doesn’t feel enough. he feels fear pool into his stomach. what if she doesn’t recover? what if she doesn’t live through the night? what if she dies? what would he do?

his mouth sews shut and his throat goes dry. she’ll live. she has to, the marquis reassures himself. he cannot bear the thought of you gone, of you dead on a medical table all because of him.

the gods had been gracious. why? because right now, he’s sitting beside the bedside table on which he has his preferred drink; a pitcher of lemon water. other than that there’s the matter of you.

there you are in the least of your glory. tucked beneath the silk sheets in one of the guest rooms of his estate and your head laid on the large wooly pillows. the doctor managed to stabilize the wound on your torso.

“thankfully, the bullet hadn’t hit any vital organs, the main concern we focused on was the excessive bleeding from it.” the doctor explains to him. there are more he says to him, but he never hears the end of it. all he could focus on was you. your eyes still shut but your breathing was steady, he could hear the beeping of the vitals sign monitor as he gazed at you.

you looked so…innocent. as if you weren’t recovering from an injury but merely sleeping. your guard was down and you seemed so calm. something he never witnessed while you worked for him, not that he’s ungrateful for it but you always seemed rigid and always expected something bad to be thrown on your face all the time, to see you so relaxed and serene felt like a gift.

it felt like a privilege from the gods. oh they truly had been gracious enough to give this sight to him.

he wondered if he would see more of this once you woke up. he hopes he does, your sweet angelic face that was always nervous and alert was more delightful to see when you were peaceful. he wonders what your smile would be like, how the corner of your lips would curve when you were amused from something he said, you’d often hid it from him trying to remain professional when a you heard a jape from someone.

he wonders what your sweet laugh would sound like. that would be lovely to hear. how it could sound like music to his ears when it came from you, how precious it would be just to hear it once. he would be honored if you were ever to bestow that gift to him. lastly, he wonders how to make you happy. how to make you pleased whenever you see him, not that composed structure you give him when you greet him in the morning but something genuine. he wants to tear down the walls you’ve built in front of him so he can see you. what you’re truly like.

now, you’ve shown a glimpse of it to him. he wants more, he prays that when you wake up, you won't shut him out again. when you wake up don’t shove him out of what you’re like. when you wake up don’t hide what you feel for him, not from him, don’t hide it from him. don’t wake him up just to realize it was all a dream. a fantasy he thought that came to its reality. you’re many things but cruelty is not one of them. so don’t break him, for god’s sake don’t.

“how long until she awakens?” he interrupts the doctor in the middle of his talk, surprisingly still going on.

“i’d give it two to three weeks, sir. if her vitals remain stable.” the doctor answers dutifully,

he hums before replying, “you can go.”

the doctor nods and bows his head a little then obediently obeys his command. right now, it’s just you, him and that monitor.

he stares at your face in uncertainty, two weeks. before it was something that seemed short enough for him but right now it felt like a century. he wanted to speak to you, to talk to you. he had so many questions for you, why you’d taken a bullet from him. if you wanted to resign from your job. why you made him feel like this.

like a lovesick fool.

as if that wasn’t painful enough, the answers he wanted to hear cannot be said. it felt like you told him you loved him then fled, although unintentionally it’s not like you intentionally got yourself shot to avoid confrontation from him…did you?

he shakes that thought out of his mind, the truth can only be provided through you. who is unable to answer that for at least two weeks, it was itching him to know, to know what you’ve done to him. what magic or skill you’ve done to make him latch onto you like a bug.

most of all he wants to know where does that leave the both of you. he wishes you don’t flee from him, that you’ll take him for what he is and more. he doesn’t think he can handle the idea of you out of his reach. out of safety, the only comfort you can only seek in this world is from him.

albeit, ironic considering you’re passed out on a bed because of a bullet meant for him. but when you wake up, he’ll promise. he’ll swear to you, that nothing, nothing would ever get to you ever again. he would protect you with all his power and control over the country just to see you sheltered from harm. what good is his power if he can’t use it to protect you from his enemies? anyone that fucks with you, fucks with me mon amour. i promise. he promises to you and to himself.

he remembers a painting he saw in the louvre. the death of alcestis. a tale about how alcestis willingly dies in place of her husband, admetus. at first, he’d thought the pair, alcestis and admetus were a bunch of fools. why would you eagerly die for someone? if you truly cared for your wife why had you let her die in your place? that’s not love, it’s simply tragedy. not that he has much experience on that matter but he never understood it.

the evening he starts to understand,. alcestis dies for her husband because of love, because she cannot bear the pain of her love absent in this world. she cannot live without her lover. did you think the same when you took a bullet for him? did you think that no pain could compare if he were dead? although for admetus, he could not find a defense for him, ironically he is the admetus to your alcestis but he swears. he swears that will never be the case ever again.

he’ll bring you back from the dead if it meant he would die in your place.

the guilt surges into his guts, mixing with the pool of fear that rushed into his veins last night. he feels sorry, for his failure, for himself but most especially for you. he feels miserable that he’d failed you, that because of him you got hurt.

it’ll never happen again. i won’t let it happen again. he vows to himself. he has to, for your sake and his.

as he stands up to leave, he goes to your bed and gazes into your face once more. he lowers himself to your frame, setting himself on the edge of the bed. you make no sign of disturbance from his movement, still heavily asleep. he takes your hand and strokes the back of it, lovingly.

“i have to go mon amour, but i’ll be back. i’ll be here when you wake up, i’ll be the first person you’ll see the same way i was the last person you saw.” he whispers to your dozing face, he ponders if you could hear him. likely not, but it doesn’t hurt to wonder.

he leans forward and slowly presses a soft kiss to your temple. gentle and nothing harsh, meant to convey his care with how fragile you were right now. he lets his lips linger on the softness of your temple, relishing on the mellow texture of your skin. he wants to stay here, with you. just the two of you like it always was for the past two years, he should’ve urged you to come sit with him in the car on the way to meetings, should’ve spoken to you every chance he had and he should’ve confessed how he felt towards you. no point mourning time that has been spent, even if it meant years that were wasted.

when he pulls away from you it feels like a force urged him to stay and he hopes he could but he can’t. he has a lifetime for that now, and so do you. he lifts your hand to his lips then slowly kisses your wrist, also lingering so long but seems so short for the marquis.

he leisurely stands up, keeping his eyes on your face. he strides towards the door then takes one last glance before opening the door. i’ll be back and she’ll still be safe. i’ll only be gone for only a few hours, he murmurs to himself.

he opens the door and sees a pair of guards by your door, they stand straight and acknowledge him by nodding their head. he sees thomas walking up to him, likely bearing news.

“sir, we’ve carefully taken them. they’re chained up at the edge of the city, we go at your order.” thomas informs him diligently. the marquis simply nods his head, a gesture of affirmation. he turns his head to the pair guarding your room.

“make sure to call for me, the moment she wakes up and keep her here until i say otherwise. understood?” he sternly instructs with the cold tone they’ve known for years. the pair answer obediently with compliance.

the marquis leaves them then walks through the hall towards the exit of the manor with thomas trailing behind him, it was odd to no longer hear the clicking of your heels behind him but right now he had other concerns.

it was time to make the people who hurt you, pay for what they’ve done.

when the news reaches his ears, he’s astounded. almost three weeks after your operation, you were finally awake. it delights him, to finally know you were safe and awake. he immediately stands up from his chair and walks out of his office.

he was overjoyed with what he just heard, although he did everything in his power to not let it show on his face as he trudged through the halls of the manor. the dread and fear was gone, in its stead it was bliss and happiness, he felt lighthearted knowing that the threat of losing you from death was finally extinguished.

two weeks after the incident and you still haven’t woken from your slumber, it had angered him. so he had taken it out on the doctor responsible for your recovery, he had pierced his hand with a knife and his assistant nurse had to help him pry the knife from his hand, from what he heard. it can be said that it was an overreaction and ever since that occurrence everyone walked on eggshells around him.

now it was gone, he felt relieved to know that you’re awake but as he neared your room, he heard a door close, the sound echoing in the cavernous hall. soon after, he saw adeline, the senior housekeeper coming from the other direction he was headed. the housekeeper stopped on her feet and acknowledged him by lightly bowing her head. he wondered if adeline just visited your room, it was probable to happen considering she had been one of his spies during his “venture of getting to know you”. he shakes that thought, it wasn’t important but a mysterious feeling remained in his stomach.

when he saw thomas and another of this men guarding your door, he saw the doctor and nurse nearing your door. the doctor greeted him but he made no effort to do the same. the moment he enters through the door he sees you.

awake. alive. safe

he swears his heart could burst just by the sight of you.

he stays silent the entire exchange between you and the medics. he sat on another of the chairs, lounging and waiting for it to end so he way share a word with you. he notices the way you flinch while they rebandage your wound.

he wants to kill that entire family all over again, just for the way you flinch right now.

when the pair of medical professionals leave he gazes at you. it takes all his strength to keep his composure calm and professional when all he wants to do is take you into his arms and kiss you senseless.

he speaks the first word for the both of you, simple courtesies. how were you feeling and the situation of your injury, nothing important. you thank him for the measures he’s done for you to keep you alive. i’ve done more and i’ll do it all over again. he wants to say but doesn’t.

what makes his brain suddenly stop functioning for a moment was when you ask when you tell him you need to go home.

you are home. can’t you see? can’t you see?! he wants to tell you.

it was starting to happen. he was starting to lose you when he just had you. he walks towards the window and faces away from you, trying to remain composure.

“sir?” you call out to him.

i can’t let you leave. i cannot bear the thought of it, i felt like i was being torn apart alive knowing you almost died because of me. how much more knowing you’re alive but not within my reach? don’t be cruel, mon coeur. don’t do this.

“is there something wrong with what i said?” you innocently question to him.

“you cannot.” he finally spits out.

you’re shoving me away just like what i feared. but why? i’ve done good things and unspeakable things for you, you can’t simply abandon me like this. not when you’ve made me feel alive and loved.

“why? is there something wrong with me?” you worried ask him, “sir?” you add when he doesn’t reply to you.

“it’s not…safe.” he states to you, finally facing you. he stares at you, if it was a gift to watch you asleep, it was a pleasure to see you awake again.

“for…who? for you or for them?” you frown, trying to deduce everything he’s said to you.

“it’s not safe for you.” he finally clears it out, glad to have gotten rid of it.

your mouth falls open, “what? it’s you they were aiming for, not me. they wanted to kill you. it was you they wanted to shoot. you were the target. i honestly don’t think they’d go after the assistant to finish the job. right?” you begin to ramble.

tell me something i don’t know, my dear. i’m reminded of that every night i sleep and every breath i draw from this world. no need to rub that in, but i’ve made amends. you have nothing to worry about.

“yes, you’re right. they wouldn’t.” he disclosed to you, “i know that bullet was intended for me, the man was supposed to shoot me. god knows i know.” he whispers.

“and look what happened to you. what they..did to you.” he says as he slowly walks towards you. “you…you weren’t supposed to get hurt. i don’t think i can forgive myself for that.” he says softly as he looks back at you.

suddenly, everything finally sets into your head. he can see your eyes widen while he gazes into your face. the urge to hold you close and kiss you like a starved man to death was strong. especially, right now when you’ve realized the weight of his words.

he doesn’t need to say it out loud that he cares and loves you. when the words he said hinted at what he means to say and the actions he’s done spoke better than his words could ever say but he still tries. he knows that you already know but he wants to make sure.

“you’re right. it was meant for me, but you had it instead. you…you took a bullet for me. who does that for someone? how many people in the world can say that they’ve taken a bullet for me? one. there’s only one. and she’s sitting right in front of me.”

the heaviness on his shoulders feels lighter now, he’s finally said the words however merely a fragment of what he truly feels but he has his entire life to say all of them, he’s in no rush to say his love to her right now. he has his entire life to love her.

“believe it or not, mon amour. you’ve become more precious to me than anything this life has to offer, i want to keep you safe and right now the only way is to keep you here.” with him, he wants to keep you safe here with him, away from all the horror of his work, to stay only with him and to speak the words unspoken for years.

“for a while, until you regain your strength. do you understand, mon coeur?”

the marquis has gone fucking crazy.

first he expressed a confession of love to you, second he was watching you the entire time you were asleep and lastly, he won’t let you leave the estate.

it had almost been an hour ever since your conversation with him after you woke up. soon after, thomas knocked the door and peeped his head in, informing the marquis about a visitor in the drawing room. which you were eternally grateful for because you were speechless with everything your boss just told you.

you were still sat on the same chair ever since, you deduced you’ve been in a trance for about two hours and a half, you felt like your legs would give out of shock if you tried to stand up. you found it hard to process everything.

did the marquis feel something for you? certainly. you could tell his intentions from his words and his tone. oh god, the words were enough to catch you off guard but the way he said it, slowly chokes you alive from how stunned you are.

but it feels out of nowhere. in the two years you’ve worked for him, he has been nothing but cold and crass with you like any other interactions between a boss and assistant so this feels rather confusing rather than touching even with the fragility and regret oozing through his tone.

even more reason to go home. you need space, from your injury, from that night and in addition from him.

you need to process your feelings properly without the marquis hovering around you, especially when he made it clear that you weren’t going anywhere. but how in the world were you going to get out of the room? everyone in this estate would immediately inform the marquis and drag you back to the room the moment they see you outside. although you could make an excuse to see someone then bolt through the manor the moment you’re slightly a few paces ahead of them.

you were at a complete disadvantage though, the guards could easily overpower you with their strength and just like you they’re familiar with the nooks and crannies of the sizable manor. however, if you were lucky and stealthy enough, you could attempt to temporarily hide from some rooms until you manage your way to the back door exit without getting caught.

you trudge towards the door, unsure with the plan in your head but too exhausted to make a fool proof one. you slowly push the door with all your strength, you slowly step out and the guard to your right immediately spots you. that’s expected.

“ma’am? you shouldn’t be up and walking around, the marquis specifically instructed that you stayed in your room.” the guard reprimands to you.

“i need to get to the doctor right away. i need the prescription for these painkillers he gave me. you know, in case i need more,” you lie to him.

“we can call for him, so he may come back. easier that way, no hassle for you.”

“i can’t wait for him, it’s urgent. please, i really need this.” you plead to him.

The guard feigns a look of hesitation from your reply. you hold your breath, praying he falls for your folly. he lets out a sigh then answers to you.

“alright, ma’am. but I’ll have to accompany you.”

“thank you.”

the both of you began to walk towards the medic’s office, thankfully the back door was close to the office. silence ensues the walk towards the destination, as you walk you plot your escape. as soon as you make a left, you bolt and run. the pathway to the medic’s was a bit of a maze, hopefully it would confuse the guard and either make the wrong turns or slow down from catching up on you.

several minutes and paces pass by and you finally see the opening to your escape. as soon you made the turn, you ran. a grunt of shock exits the guard’s mouth before scurrying to go after you. then you encounter the turns required for your escape. you move around hastily and once you look back you see that the guard was no longer on your tail. but you couldn’t afford to slow down, sooner or later he might catch up to you or worse another guard captures you.

you could hear bouts of masculine shouts throughout the manor as it bounced off the walls. it filled your stomach with dread and veins pumped full of adrenaline as your heart beat with trepidation. anxious that perhaps the marquis was informed of your ongoing escape.

finally you see the lavish curtain adorned with elegant designs, you shove the curtain aside and search for the door with your hands. for a second, you thought you’d arrived at the wrong place until a soft click entered your ears and your insides warm from happiness. the door was just as heavy as the others and with all your strength you pushed it open half way. you turn to properly fix the curtain making sure no trace of your escape was visible then shut the door as it creaked loudly, cementing the success of your breakout.

you burst open through your door, quickly shutting and locking it. adrenaline and paranoia filled your senses, afraid that you’d been followed to your home and that soon someone was banging on your door until it fell down. you press your back against the door and sink to the floor and sigh in relief.

you take a deep breath and slowly close your eyes for a while, relishing in the comfort of your apartment. you look around glad to see the familiar sight of your home and the sudden purring of your cat. you glance as you see him making his way towards you, a small smile curves your mouth.

ah..one of the burdens are coming to comfort me.

as he nears, you scoop him into your arms and nestle him on your chest. you wish it could stay like this for a while, that you weren’t actively avoiding your slightly deranged boss (that is in love with you?) but merely coming home from a long day to seek comfort from your cat. the ball of fur purrs and vibrations are felt through his body.

you pull away from your cat and get on your feet, making your way to your room for a well earned rest from doing a five mile marathon trying not to get caught. the adrenaline and paranoia was finally long gone.

you needed this. you need to hide out for a while before you face the awkward and confusing truth of reality. the comforting sensation home has given you brought you to sanity. you need to leave.

the guards open the door for him as per usual. although, he can sense fear radiating from them, and due to the intensity of the previous occurrence they were walking eggshells around him again. he enters the room, your room specifically. a few hours ago, the both of you were here and now you were gone, again.

vincent was annoyed. the very people he instructed to keep you in this room failed to obey the task but also lost you as you ran from your escort. not only did you leave this room but you also escaped the estate. how in the world did that happen?

he had no idea you’d be this slippery even with the strict bodyguards instructed to protect and detain keep you in the room. he expected verbal resistance not bloody remus john lupin. isn’t this so sweet? you. the gift that keeps giving.

he doesn’t let his men continue the search, after all there was only one place you could’ve been. in that apartment you live in for the past years, he knows where it is and what floor you are due to the investigation he’d imposed upon you a few years ago. so no worries, he only has his men posted around the structure to make sure you don’t leave. it’s much more strict and controlled than before, this time if they saw you exit the building they’d immediately grab you and bring you back to the estate. so win-win.

although, he prefers to have you here right now, he tries to understand that you’re probably overwhelmed with the surge of events that happened ever since that night. so he lets it pass. as much it insults his pride but he’s not in a hurry to have you stay with him for the rest of your days now that you’re awake. you’ve kept all what you felt from hidden because of his power,his intimidation and his pride. he doesn’t want to lose you again because of it. so he lets it happen, a few hours without you was a price worth paying for a lifetime loving you.

after all love does odd things to people that even the normal human cannot comprehend, love has its mysterious ways and that he can understand for you, even if it wasn’t all going according to what he wanted, he can swallow that down for you. you’ll be all worth it.

he can imagine waking up next to you in the early mornings, grazing your soft palm then slowly kissing your pulse while you sat next to him during dinner and the sweet kisses the both of you would share in the privacy of his room. he can fantasize the sweet dreams and the sinful acts he can do to you when you are finally his.

he inhales the air inside the room, the scent of you evident in the room, like a bloody handprint in a crime scene, attempting to calm himself with the remnants of your presence.

oh..he really misses you.

why do you have to be so stubborn? why do you feel the need to resist him and his love? he’s simply doing this for your best, for your safety. why can’t you just let him do this for you?

this moment should be joyous and exciting between the two of you, because you’ve both found a chance at love. how often does that happen? especially in a workplace, how often does someone find the love of their life within close proximity with them? little to none. he wants to beg you to stay, to journey through the uncharted territory together. don’t leave him, don’t.

he’s finally realized that he loves you, let him show it. let that love melt all that fear you hold in your heart. because it’s all right now, he’s here, let him love you, let him protect you, let him yearn for you.

something vibrates in his pocket, it snaps him out of his trance. a notification beeps through his phone and he leisurely opens it knowing it’s probably a reminder for a meeting. he’s found it hard to arrive at his events on time even with a temporary assistant assigned to him. the latest one wasn’t as sharp and attentive as you, which he found irritating. he really misses you.

the message that laid before his eyes almost made his heart drop.

EMAIL 8:35 PM

SUBJECT: RESIGNATION LETTER

author’s note: this was long…plus i recycled some dialogue bc school’s kicking me in the ass and i couldn’t form coherent stuff for that. i will compensate for that…with another fic…

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The Slashers Lose S/O in an IKEA HCs

Yandere!Poly!Slashers x Fem!Short!Lost!Reader 

warning(s): slightly possessive undertones, mostly fluff, crackfic 

characters: thomas hewitt, stu macher, billy loomis, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair, jason vorhees, michael myers

- (Y/n) had been wanting to get some new furniture for the home they shared with her lovers, since most of their furniture was either too old or too broken to be comfortable to use.

- However, Billy and Stu wanted to tag along, as well as Brahms and Vincent, and soon nearly the whole group of them decided to tag along. (Y/n) did her best to convince them that not everyone needed to go, but none of them were budging.

- After getting most of them cleaned up and dressed relatively ‘normal’, they made it to IKEA, taking separate vehicles since there was no way in hell they all would fit in one.

- (Y/n) decided that they would get done faster if they split up, pairing up the slashers and sending them to different areas to help her look for the things they needed.

- Brahms and Vincent were paired up, as well as Billy and Stu, Bo and Lester, Thomas and Jason, and Michael had decided to stick with (Y/n). They all split up once they were paired up, some of the more clingy slashers complaining about Michael being the one to stay with (Y/n).

- Because the slashers were paired up with one another, they became pretty competitive and were determined to impress (Y/n) the most. If any of them saw another ‘team’, they would act very confident with what they had already picked out and would brag about how much (Y/n) would love what they got for her.

- (Y/n) had needed to use the bathroom after a while of shopping, so she asked Michael to wait for her to finish up before she left. Michael was doing a pretty good job of waiting for her, until he spotted Billy and Stu bickering with Bo and Lester. His curiosity made him forget what he had been doing, tilting his head as he walked over to see what was going on.

- Soon enough, (Y/n) managed to get lost in the large building, anxiety weighing in the back of her mind as she tried to find at least one of her giant boyfriends. When Michael realizes he lost sight of her, he immediately lets the others know, which in turn makes them panic, though most of them wouldn’t admit it.

- Any competition was long forgotten, their top priority being to find their small darling in such a big place. Billy and Stu would check the small food area, wondering if she had gotten hungry, while Brahms and Vincent checked the art area, knowing that she loved to look for new paintings to add to their big home.

- The group of murderers were starting to give up until Jason thought about how she had been talking a lot about getting a new stuffed animal lately, so he signed for the group to follow him, and with having nowhere else to look, they did. They managed to finally spot her sitting in a beanbag, holding a stuffed animal close to her chest as she seemed to glance around, hoping to find one of them by staying in one place.

- Brahms was the first one to run to her, wrapping his arms around her as he mumbled about how worried he had been, while the other slashers quickly joined them. Michael did his best to apologize for leaving her alone, which she accepted without a second thought. Thomas pressed a kiss to the top of her head, cupping her face as he checked her over to make sure she was actually okay.

- Once (Y/n) reassured all of them that she was genuinely alright, she decided that she had had enough action for one day, checking out the things they had gotten before leaving, and the slashers were more than happy to get (Y/n) the stuffed animal she had been holding while waiting for them.

- They finally made it home, most of them moving the new furniture into the house while those who weren’t helping were spending time with (Y/n), Billy and Stu joking around with her while Vincent showed (Y/n) how to make an origami rose.

~fin~

author’s note: i wrote this because i thought it would be funny, was it? i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this, and be sure to share your thoughts and ideas, i love to know what you all think. i should be posting a prompt list soon, so be sure to take advantage of that! <33

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