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𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑-

yandere!false angel x gn.reader

cw: gore, death, attempted sa (not by yandere)

2.2k; not proofread bc I believe in myself. based on this imagine.

what were you expecting, venturing this far into the woods at night? there's something stalking you from behind the trees. a terrible beast watches and you are powerless to its mercy. luckily, your prayers are answered; not by god, but by the angel covered in red.

The wind was the first thing you noticed. It was still, not even a breeze licked at your skin, nor a sudden chill digging into your bones. Cold, yes, the cold remained even without the slashing wind. The sun dipped farther and farther below the skyline as you walked, taking with it the last remnants of warmth. You tugged your shawl tighter around your form.

Regret began to seep into you. What were you doing in these dark woods? There could be packs of wolves, or bears, or mountain lions, or another predator searching for a meal out there, you being a prime target. A shudder raced down your spine. As terrifying as the thought of being ripped apart by wild creatures was, you were almost certain it would be worse to be caught by him.

You glanced behind you, into the maw of dark trees and snow covered ground from which you came. Threats of what he promised to do to you should you be found echoed through your mind, motivating you to ignore the weariness in your muscles and push forward.

You chided yourself at your predicament- the huntsman seemed so kind. He promised you a warm bed and a meal for the night while you waited out the snow, mentioning how he understood the difficulty of traveling during the winter months. He made good conversation, although he spoke little of himself. You doubted he would present to be a threat towards you. How wrong you were.

Oh yes, he provided a meal and a bed for you, but neither were out of the kindness of his heart. No, apparently there was an expectation that you were going to service him in some way- to which you promptly refused. It was then that his true nature began to reveal itself. The huntsman grabbed one of his weapons, threatening to get his rightful payment since nothing comes for free. He wasn't going to let you leave otherwise.

You were lucky to have made it out of the door. You booked it, running in whatever direction you were facing, which happened to be the thick, untamed forest. He was searching for you, that much you knew. You could hear the howls of his hunting dogs somewhere behind you, sniffing you out.

Panic was starting to set in. What were you going to do? It was cold, you were running out of stamina, and you had no clue where you were or how long it would take to reach another village. These woods seemed to stretch for hundreds of acres, completely uninhabited by people. It was easy to get lost here you imagined, the tall trees melded into each other at some point. You could be going in one big circle for all you knew.

Besides the clearly psychotic man on your trail, the woods itself concerned you. There was a distinct feeling that said you aren't supposed to be here. As if the trees were going to wrap around your limbs and pull you apart on their own. You knew that was unlikely, but still- something in the back of your mind remained aware of the fact that you were bordering territory that would not welcome you. Maybe it was because you recalled the horror stories of people who entered and never came out- or they returned with not all of them attached.

Another howl cut through the air, snapping you out of your rumination. It was much closer this time. Frighteningly close. Close enough that you wouldn't be able to outrun it from where you were. There was only one other choice- hide. You scanned your surroundings, searching for something that would cover you. There was a small clearing up ahead and woods on both sides of you. The trees were too thin, but there were a couple of fallen ones and an uprooted trunk that created an opening just large enough for you to crawl into and hide behind. It would have to work.

You tucked yourself in, heart hammering frantically in your chest. He was so close now that you could hear his boots crunching against the freshly fallen snow. The chuffs of his dogs resounded in your ears like deafening booms, each one ready to rat you out.

"We could've done this the easy way, you know." The huntsman spoke into the silence, voice dripping with malice. Your heart dropped. Did he know you were nearby?

Your hands covered your mouth, trying to prevent yourself from breathing too loud. You could see him now, he was a couple feet ahead of you in the clearing. A large hunting knife glistened in the moonlight. Heavy realization set in, he was going to kill you.

And there was nothing you could do to stop him.

If you ran, one of his dogs would surely chase after you. You had no weapons to fight him with nor the strength to go against his much more well prepared form. The cold sapped at your energy, making it a chore just to keep yourself alert. The adrenaline helped, but it wouldn't last forever.

You did the only thing you could do. Pray.

You clasped your hands together as you waited, shutting your eyes and mouthing pleas to whoever would answer. Even if you had never been one to pray before, the imminent threat of your mortality was enough to make you chant feverishly for mercy.

And an answer you got.

The huntsman paused, shushing his mutts while sticking his nose up to the sky. Then it happened.

It was almost too quick for you to catch- one minute he was standing in the clearing, the next he was dangling above the trees. A white flash of feathers came down upon him, plucking his form like a mouse caught by a vicious hawk. With a powerful beat of the creature's wings he disappeared out of sight, far above the canopy of the trees. His dogs cried out for their master, but even they retreated into the safety of the brush for fear of being snatched.

One long, haunting death screech pierced the once still air for just a few seconds before abruptly quieting. There was barely any time to process what you saw or what had happened when splatters of red rained down from the sky, staining the white snow like paint on a canvas. Something round and fleshy dropped and landed on the snowy floor with a cracking sound, almost similar to a coconut.

You strained your eyes to see what it was.

A... head.

Not long after the creature swooped back down with the remaining parts of the huntsman, holding his corpse up to its mouth like a cat with a large rat. You shifted ever so slightly from your hidden position where you could get a proper look at it while it seemed distracted.

The scene was horrible, but you couldn't stop the awe that crossed your mind as you gazed at it. Two large, white wings speckled with blood emerged from the pale being's back. So pale it was that it practically blended into the snow.

The more you looked, the more you thought it seemed to appear more humanoid than creature, so reminiscent of the angelic sculptures you would see watching over graveyards. From the great wings, to the long white hair, it was nearly exact to how you would picture heaven's inhabitants to appear. Except, they couldn't capture how overwhelming the presence of it was. Utterly magnetic in a way you couldn't describe, a kind of beauty not defined by humanity.

you've been rescued by an angel.

It came right when you called, in your greatest time of need, like it had already been watching. Like a guardian angel.

Distracted by your realization, you didn't notice eyes locking onto your hiding form.

-

He missed one.

Warm blood trailed down his lips, dripping onto the white ground below. A human thing was hiding in the foliage, behind the broken trees.

He focused back on the body in his grasp. So loud and annoying, parading about his territory, hunting his prey. The deer were already scarce this winter, but the human had scared off the remaining few. Other prey were not as abundant. Humans he did not often approach, but everything was fair game in his domain.

He took a bite of the neck, the flesh tearing apart like filled dough. The metallic taste caused his wings to rustle in delight. He almost forgot the tenderness of human meat, rich with fat and underdeveloped muscles from a life of comfort. As of late, there had been less and less willing to enter the deep woods where he roamed, most likely due to what ends up being leftover of those who do.

His attention is drawn back to the one who tried to hide. Amusing, it hasn't run yet. Maybe it knows that it has no chance if it runs, even in the crowded trees his form is lithe enough to maneuver around the branches much better than the human can. It must've thought that the only viable option is to wait for him to finish and leave. Such a plan might've worked, if he was a much less vigilant predator.

The body is dropped onto the snow with a thud, entrails spilling out of the half eaten man. He was in a good mood, not only was the problematic creature dead but he had just gotten a meal along with it. Maybe he would decide to do something else with the remaining one.

Slowly, he turns his head in the human's direction.

-

The angel is approaching you.

It's now crouched, no longer standing on two legs; instead slinking towards you like a cat. You would be terrified by the sight of this massive creature covered in blood targeting you had you not already made up your mind that is must be your guardian angel.

When it is close enough to reach out to you, it pauses. It cocks its head, temporarily parting the hair covering its face to reveal pale, blanched purple eyes. Its- his- face was decidedly masculine, you thought. The wings on his back are folded close to his form, reducing any drag they could've caused.

Your heart is pumping, but this time not out of fear- no, you're enthralled by this opportunity.

The angel opened his mouth, uttering words that made you freeze.

"Be not afraid."

You think your pulse stopped for a solid moment. The voice was somehow quiet, yet cold and not quite reassuring. It surprised you that he could even speak in the first place. The smell of metallic blood and pine was noticeable. You reach out shakily, just slightly touching his hair. Your fingers meet the white threads, long and thin, like spider webs. The creature flinched in surprise at your boldness, but didn't move away.

The question tumbled out of your mouth before you could regret saying it. "Are you... are you my guardian angel?"

The angel fixed you with an unreadable expression. You thought he was confused for a second, before he stood up to his full height, no longer face to face with your form curled up in the branches. You couldn't help the raw unease that came to you then, he must've been nearly twice your height, taller than any man you had ever seen.

"Angel?" it repeated, looking down at you. "Your angel?"

Your mouth felt dry. The wind started picking up again, gliding through his feathers and into your bones. There were two options being presented to you; either you were right, and this being was an angel, or you were wrong. You didn't want to imagine what was standing before you if you were wrong, especially not after witnessing what became of the huntsman.

He seemed to consider this, staring down at you with strange intensity. His eyes were once again covered by hair, making his expression even more difficult to decipher.

A tense few moments passed before he spoke again. "Would an angel show you mercy? Lead you out of the woods to run back home?"

You nodded your head, still not daring to move. He bends down to pet your head, lips curling up subtly at your reaction.

True to his word, the angel did lead you out of the forest- although you lagged behind significantly and weren't nearly as swift navigating through it. It was a wonder how something so large moved as fast as he did. You were beyond grateful, thanking whatever higher power had listened to you. It was unlikely you would've made it out yourself, even with the huntsman gone. The woods were not friendly to outsiders.

You didn't say a word as you followed, too busy keeping up to ask any more questions. Tiredness overcame you as well now that your survival mode was beginning to wear off, leaving you sluggish and inattentive.

When you reached the treeline outside of the huntsman's cabin, you looked back up at your savior to thank him, only to be met with nothing but the breeze.

"Thank you." You whispered, regardless of whether or not you would be heard. The thought of your experience being a trauma induced hallucination crossed your mind, one you would consider if it wasn't for the fact that there was a large white feather caught by a tree limb beside you.

It was now almost morning. The sun was preparing to rise over the horizon soon.

You trekked your way back home, unaware of the new pair of eyes following you from the sky.

What if, because of the bear incident, reader's mind broke? And they'll just sit there staring off into space, not speaking, not blinking , etc...

Just always sitting there quietly, emotionless

What would would Lorne's reaction be? What would he do?

[this ask is referencing this post]

Honestly I think Lorne genuinely would not know what is wrong with you at first. It would not click in his mind that you're traumatized because of that- in fact he feels like he was being merciful by allowing the bear to take care of it instead of him. He'll notice the change in your behavior, but he's so far removed from what is considered appropriate by human standards that he just cannot understand the cause of it, unless you told him or made it extremely obvious.

He might jump to the conclusion that you're just lonely after having your potential partner removed, so he'll comfort you by visiting more often and showing you more attention through gifts of dead things and suspiciously acquired human items.

When that doesn't work and you're still not responding, he thinks he just needs to be more blunt with it. He'll take you somewhere he considers nice, trying to do his hair in those braids you said you liked on him, and gently pet your head in a soothing action before asking if you would like him to be your life partner instead.

If you still don't respond or tell him the truth, he'll end up leaving you alone for a little while (still watching from afar though) in hopes that you'll calm down. Lorne can't be very empathetic towards you- after all, humans are predators, right? Why are you acting like a scared prey animal? It makes no sense to him, but he will try to give you your space. It doesn't last for long though. He'll make sure that you know he's not leaving your life, he can wait this out.

I’m not sure if you already answered this but why is Lorne disliked? You mention that his coloring isn’t the chief reason

Also does Lorne like the reader in a platonic or potentially romantic way? I’m only asking because I wonder how Lorne would react to the reader coming up to him and asking for a blessing to pursuit a romantic relationship with someone ô_ô

Love your work!!! Thank you!!

They kind of know he's not really... all there. His mother is also to blame for some of it too. He was conceived while she was already in a courtship with another male, which is extremely looked down upon in a species that typically pairs for life. Even though Lorne had nothing to do with his mother's infidelity, the fact that he was the product of it makes him perceived as tainted.

I would say he just likes you in general, whether that's platonically or romantically depends on the scenario. It wouldn't matter much though because he's not sharing you either way. You're his little worshipper and frankly he'd start spiraling if you held someone else to the same importance.

here's a drabble to expand on it more (took so long to answer bc I kept rewriting this)

cw: gore

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"What’s going on?"

Cool night air brushed past you in a hurry, the breeze taking with it the unorthodox scent of iron and melted ice. Far above hung the pale moon, gazing down like a witness to what was occurring, clusters of stars accompanying it in its judgement. Your question was left unanswered by a few moments of tense silence.

“This is your beloved?” came a quiet voice from above you, so slightly hesitant as it asks. An excited nod was your response as you directed your attention towards the person on the other side of the trees. The man remained unaware of the presence watching, merely believing you had taken him on a night walk and had disappeared to search for something beyond the forest line.

The being beside you spread his wings a small degree, the white feathers appearing nearly iridescent when hit by wandering moonlight.

"And you asked for my approval. There is one thing that must be shown before I can offer that." He answered, gently tilting your head to the scene before you. "Watch. If you are still together by the end of the night, then you will have my approval."

You would've found such a proposal suspicious had you not trusted Lorne, the angel, with your life. That's why you had asked in the first place for him to bless your union; surely, he would guide you in the right direction. Not far from where your beloved stood was a cave. Your angel seemed rather adamant at bringing him here.

It wasn’t long before you heard deep growls echoing from within the dark hole. A lump formed in your throat. It was during this time of the year that bears searched for their last meals before their long sleep. You had never stumbled upon one yourself, but you knew from others that there were some that roamed the forest, highly territorial creatures they were.

Your suspicions were proven right as a beast lumbered out of the cavernous shadows, nearly as dark as the place it emerged from. Your lover remained unknowing of the threat approaching, his back turned to the path in wait for you.

You wanted to call out, to warn him of the danger that was coming upon him with a ferocious snarl, revealing teeth longer than your hand. A pleading expression enveloped your face as you looked up to Lorne, “Please-”

He hushed you with a far too large hand over your lips, but it was too late by then.

The bear launched itself at the man with a final roar, though the time for warning had long since passed. He couldn’t even turn around fully to face the creature before it got ahold of his arm, tearing it nearly clean off. The scream he emitted then would haunt you. Never had you heard a man wail like that, the wail of a man watching his own flesh be torn and eaten in front of him. Oh, there was so much blood spurting from the stump, yet that was only the beginning of it.

He attempted to scramble backwards, but the removal of one of his limbs distorted his balance, causing him to collapse on his side. The bear saw an opening, large jaws revealing those wicked teeth stained red, bits of skin caught in between them. It latched onto his side, shaking him around like a ragdoll in its maw. There was a terrible choking noise as the bear’s teeth punctured his lungs, and finally you could take it no more.

You pushed past the dense brush from where you were positioned. Lorne made no move to stop your mad dash towards the mauling of your lover, eerily silent at what had happened.

It was a foolish idea, yes, but you couldn’t just stand and watch as his cries for help died. You picked up a stick, throwing it to the bear to get its attention. Anything to draw it away from the poor soul it was torturing. With a sickly crunch, the bear dropped the surely deceased corpse of the one you had adored, now hardly recognizable as a mass of badly desecrated flesh. Its angry eyes looked towards you first before its whole body lurched itself in your direction.

Bloody matted fur and flesh decorated teeth was what you assumed would be your last image before closing your eyes, expecting the same fate as your lover to become of you.

A few seconds passed, then a minute, the sensation of ripping limbs never gracing you.

When you found the courage to open your eyes, the bear was before you; its head was snapped all the way backwards. A shaky exhale came from your chest, tears beginning to blur your eyes as the adrenaline and grief still coincided.

“Oh. What a pity. I suppose it wasn’t meant to be.” Lorne’s voice trailed on monotonously, clearly uncaring of the gruesome slaughter that had just occurred. It was disorienting at times how soothing it was when it really should've disturbed you. The tears finally released themselves then, a quiet sob wracking your body.

“You see, had I not been there, who would’ve protected you from such a threat?” He came closer to where you were trembling on the ground, hurling the bear corpse away from you.

“The one you had chosen was inadequate. Don’t spill such sorrow over something that would’ve died eventually.” He said, in what you assumed was supposed to be a reassuring way, yet the tears didn’t stop.

He frowned at your mourning. Your shaken form was lifted into his arms as your eyes remained glued to the explosion of guts that seeped into the forest floor.

“You don’t need to worry,” he muttered into your hair, “I’ll find you another one.”

He spoke so calmly, his words a halfhearted attempt at consolation. All you could think about was how brutal God could be.

Ira ꈊ⁠ the vessel [oc]

there's an entity in his skin. it likes your skin better though, maybe a bit... too much.

Random kiss attack on lorne hehehe

kiss on YOU

I mean what is lorne's reaction of him becoming a father and pregnant MC telling him it as a suprise.

i salute you for getting that far tbh you'd have to be a very brave soul!

honestly I don't think lorne's thought that far ahead. he pretty much believes you're going to discover the lie one day and it's all going to go up in flames. considering the fact that he has a very complicated relationship with his own family, it might make him a little hesitant to start one himself (there's also the deep rooted self hatred that he would probably end up projecting on his kid if they were to take after him), but he's not opposed to the idea per say.

If you just up and told him you were pregnant out of the blue he'd probably panic a little, but he'd eventually warm up to it. Lorne would spoil you throughout the pregnancy and provide for you... in his own way (lots and lots of meat).

congrats on your new creature ⁠♡

imagine reader combing or braiding lorne's hair (//∇//)

two hours of braiding later...

LORNEE AHHHH HIS WINGS I CANT I LOVE THEM, I believe that because he is an imitation of an angel mayhaps they are softer than an actual angel because well.. He hasn’t felt an actual angels wings

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PLEASE LET ME COCOON MYSELF IN THOSE GLORIOUS WINGS

mayhaps you are right...

neither he nor you know any better, so to your knowledge they might as well be. (and if lorne has any say in it, you'll never meet a real angel)

touching his wings would be similar to caressing the small of someone's back; a very intimate gesture reserved for certain people. In the beginning, he might flinch away or grow upset if you attempted to touch him there (such displays of vulnerability are unfamiliar and his immediate reaction to that is lashing out), but as time goes on and he begins to see you as "that certain person" it'll become like second nature to want to rub them against you. Should you find yourself in the rain, or in need of extra warmth, or just want to lay your head against something, your first option will be feathers stretched over you or wrapped around your form.

he'll conveniently leave out what level of intimacy this means you two must share; as far as you know, it's just a friendly gesture from the being that watches over you. an angel wouldn't ever lie to you, right?

what abt reader creating a long cardigan for your angel-like oc, because they don't want him/them to be cold!! You can make this the same reader who baked for the oc

i hope ur okay with a sketch I feel like this sums it up better than what I could write :')

yandere!eldritch horror moves into the apartment next door and you're not okay with it.

He's an absolutely terrible neighbor. You see people enter his apartment every night, but you never see them leave the morning after. Must be drunk hookups, right? You don't know, and you don't care, but there are weird nightly noises coming from his place, and his face is a strange dark blur that you have trouble picturing, and you swear there's a sour smell wafting out from under his door.

Every time you try to talk to him about keeping it down or getting rid of that God awful stench, you're suddenly afflicted with a piercing headache... ugh, what were you even going to say again? You can't remember, but the way he's looking at you with wide blue... no, brown eyes and a grin stretched sickeningly far makes you think you should leave it.

While you’re busy figuring out how to get him evicted, the abomination dwelling on the other side of your paper thin walls gets the idea that you're trying to ask him out.

You approach him so often, you must like him, right? He's giddy just imagining it. Yeah, you come up to him with a grimace, but then you catch his eye and a forced smile takes its place. You haven't asked him to be yours yet because you're shy (he understands humans so well!).

No worries! He doesn't have an issue initiating. The meat sack he wears may not be the most convincing (he's inexperienced, just recently escaped into human society), but you'll be impressed by his real form for sure. All of the members of his old cult praised him for it, after all.

Many eyes to watch you with. Many limbs to touch you with. Many teeth to devour the flesh of your enemies with. What more could you possibly want?

Back then the cultists were so enamored with the lumbering heap of distorted skin and bone he possessed, feeding his ravenous hunger until he was quelled. He hated what he was to them, hated what they made him into. They search for their missing idol, but he makes sure they never make it back to utter a word of his new identity.

He moved in after leaving the cult that created him, quickly coming up with a flimsy human adjacent shell to not raise suspicion. Having mind altering abilities also comes in handy, too- no one but you seems to pay any mind to his existence in your run down complex.

Now that he has you, nothing will ever drag him back to their clutches. Being treated like an otherworldly god has nothing on the way you make him feel when you ask what the hell is rotting in his apartment ♡

and when I looked into your eyes, i saw the true nature of divinity.

(alt version under cut)

thinking about a yandere!creature who deceptively looks angelic pretending to be your guardian angel after you mistake him for one.

𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 is an anomaly to his kind due to his unnatural white hair and wings, a disadvantage to night stalkers who aim to hide in the shadows. Ostracization from an already elusive species of winged beasts has led him to grow resentful, a seed of vitriolic bitterness slithering its way through him like a poison. A violent demeanor bestows him, slaughtering mercilessly to find retribution for his ghastly appearance, a trait he sees as his ultimate flaw.

Until he meets you; a human who's never seen such a beautiful creature. There was something hypnotizing about him, cold and blazing like the moon that commands the tides. The first words he whispers towards you, Be not afraid, cements the idea that an angel has truly come upon you.

Instead of disgust at his abnormality, you show him a kindness he has never known from his own. You invite him into your home with veneration, share stories of your life, ask him if he's there to watch over you. When you look up at him with those eyes full of naive faith, trusting him so sincerely, he finds maybe he can play along.

Yes, he'll take care of those townspeople who have been bothering you. Watchful eyes following you in the dark become your new norm.

He'll never admit that he's not from heaven. He won't tell you that he's never met your God. May you never know the blood he has spilled to spite his wretched existence. He'll keep up the lie as long as he gets to be your guardian angel, as long as you see him as the light in your life.

With you his flesh feels less cursed, with you he feels sacred.

After all, what is an angel without a god?

Omg, I love your angel oc! Could you perhaps write a drabble about him and an s/o who bakes and makes sweets, that also has an equally sweet personality? Thanks a bunch!

thank!!

He wouldn't really understand your hobby. He gets the basic concept of cooking, but the more complex process of gathering different ingredients, prepping them, and then coagulating them until they've forfeited most of their original properties is lost on him. He would rather just eat your neighbor, but if you really insisted he'd try something you make.

𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

yandere!angel(?)oc x gn.reader

cw: animal death

Heat was drifting throughout your home. A modest fire crackled pleasantly, the ceaseless sound carrying with it the scent of warm sugar and vanilla. One look at the pastries told you they were goldening nicely in the flames, crisp dough rising until it was bloated from the hot air inside of it. Only a few minutes; then they would be ready.

Clicking on glass stole your attention from the dishes in your hands. The window, left uncovered to the vast woodland bordering it, was the source of the interruption. Without turning your head to look, a smile drew across your face. You knew who your visitor was.

Shuffling out of your humble kitchen and towards the window, you spied flashes of white feathers and an inhumanly tall form bending down to peer inside. Your heart beat increased, not out of fear, but excitement to present your gift for the creature- the angel.

The window creaks open as you unlock it, letting the cool evening breeze whistle through your hair and drag the sugary scent out with it.

"Hello!" you chirped, a giddy tone resonating in your greeting. The being looked down at you with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You turned towards the kitchen again, "One moment!" you called, hurrying to fetch the baked sweets before the fire chars them. They came out steaming, sweet light whiffs that had been permeating your home hit you at full force once they came out.

It was a simple treat, sugary cookies that you had perfected. No one had ever said they disliked them.

There you were at the window again, hot tray in hand. The angel waited patiently beyond your walls for your return. Long ivory hair draped over his eyes and cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, so pale it seemed to reflect light even in the presence of the falling sun. He seemed to only ever visit you at night, when the light fades into nothing but the soft glow of the moon.

You presented the cookies to him, placing the tray on your window sill.

"An offering?" He quietly asked, smooth voice tinged with the hint of an accent you couldn't quite place. Though you nodded at his inquiry, he made no effort to take one.

You picked one up off the tray, taking a nibble of it in what you hoped to be a reassuring way. "They're sweet, see? I made them myself."

You practically shoved one towards him, wide doe eyes encompassing the look of a kicked puppy. "I wanted to find a small way to thank you," you mumbled genuinely. It was true- ever since you met him, life had started looking up for you. It was little things, you were rarely ever harassed anymore and people you disliked never came upon you again. You had no doubt it was the work of your guardian angel.

He stared at you through the wisps of white hair covering his eyes for a few moments longer. Then, slowly, he reached to pick one up, two long fingers pinching the treat between them.

You caught a glance of spired, bladelike teeth before he swallowed. You never questioned why an angel would have such a trait.

"How was it?" you inquired, beaming for a reaction.

His face, as far as you could tell, was blank. However, the magnificent pair of bone white wings behind him shuddered ever so slightly.

"Different."

You would take that.

The next morning, you awoke to the thick, metallic scent of rot. You searched for the origin of the putrid fumes, worried that you had left something out, when you had found it. A present was left for you on your doorstep; the corpse of a freshly deceased fawn, its head snapped to look in your direction. The wide eyed stare frozen onto its face held an unspoken warning.

An offering, for an offering.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥

yandere!m.merman x gn.reader

cw: mentions of death, disturbing imagery

as a fish takes refuge inside an oyster, it sees only the chance to hide from the unforgiving water within the calm mollusk, unaware of the true nature of its biology. unfortunately for the fish, the oyster has already activated its unique defense mechanism, encasing the fish as an immortal, precious pearl.

The rhythmic push and pull of the tides never failed to lull you into a state of mild stupor. Soft, slightly cool sand cushioned you while a gentle breeze brushed past your cheek and played with your hair. The day was only moderately gloomy, a grey tinted sky hanging over you as the clouds came and went, the sun nowhere to be seen. Still, you almost liked it better like this. The beach was more private, freer without the confines of eyes watching it.

Your calloused feet hopped onto the rocky shore, leaving the inviting sand disturbed as a sign of your presence. The salty ocean scent intensified the closer you came to the evermoving water. You stood atop the tallest rock, attempting to scan the waves at your vantage point, searching for your most curious find.

At last, peeking out from between the waves, did you spot the partially submerged head of your friend. His black eyes were trained on your form, no doubt watching you long before you noticed him.

A grin emerged across your face. "I see you!" you called, motioning for him to come closer as you waded into the water. The eyes disappeared beneath the tide at your request.

You felt him before you could see him, smooth scales wrapping around your leg in a firm hold. He reappeared directly in front of you, inky black eyes mere inches away from your own.

The creature's appearance was a far cry from the mermaids of your childhood, beautiful human women who happened to have a tail as their bottom half. No, he hardly mirrored the sentimental fairytale. You noticed his eyes first, sclera and pupil alike darkened together as they melded into each other- then you noticed his rubbery flesh stretched taunt across his sharp bones, with pale, sallow skin, nearly as grey as a corpse. You initially thought that's what he had been when he simply peered at you from afar, unmoving and unblinking against the rocking sea. He was just humanoid enough to lure concerned passersby like yourself deeper into the water, yet not quite passable as human.

In a closer vicinity, as you are now, you could see small scales dotting his cheeks and neck. Under the right light they appeared as little moons, revealing an opalescent luster that you could only describe as ethereal.

"Hello," you greeted with a wide close-lipped smile. Last time you had bared your teeth at him ended with him misunderstanding your friendliness for a threat. You weren't sure if he could talk, but that didn't stop you from trying to make conversation. You had a feeling he understood you to an extent anyways.

The mercreature tilted his head sideways in response, sleek, wet dark hair falling over his shoulder. An inscrutable expression remained plastered on his features; one you gave up trying to interpret using human facial language.

Silky scales gently tugged you further into the waves towards a rocky mass that stood above the crashing water. The current strengthened, oscillating you to its whims, but the guidance of the unyielding sea creature kept you from being swept away entirely. Although you would consider yourself a strong swimmer, you knew you would never compare to a creature born of the water, one who moved so in tune to the sea that his lithe form became indistinguishable from the tides.

Finally, you reached the rocks, gripping the relatively dry surface for relief from the unrelenting waters. You found a comfortable position on them, resting your upper body while you let your legs dangle. The mercreature remained below, lower half of his face once again concealed under the water, leaving only his unblinking eyes visible. His body underneath the water became obscured even further by the dark ring of hair that floated around him. Those eyes regarded you with scrutinizing intensity that would've resembled a predator, had you thought hard enough about it.

"What a nice view-" you began, but the thought was cut short when your companion pulled himself below the water, disappearing from your sight almost completely, save for the movement in the water that signified a strong tail pushing against it.

Confusion laced your face. The few minutes he had gone was enough to make you worry. Why had he left so abruptly? Surely he would be back? You weren't certain you could swim back to shore on your own. Although you trusted him- in fact, you would even consider him a friend- doubt from his apparent unpredictability lingered. After all, you had no way to reliably communicate, nor were you sure if your opinion of your relationship was mutual.

Your concerns vanished as he broke the surface of the water, swimming towards the rocks with something that gleamed as the light hit it.

He stopped at your feet, lifting the object slowly up to you. If you hadn't known better, you'd say the action seemed almost shy.

A gasp left you as you got a view of it. In his webbed, slender fingers lay a glistering mass of refined pearl, hints of color dancing across it the glossy surface. Distantly, you recalled that the creature's scales were of the same material. It resembled an anatomically correct heart. Never before had you seen a pearl shaped in such a way, nor did you know how it could've been, or why the shape was so accurate, even down to the imprint of the vessels. It was as if the thing had been pulsating. Why was it so accurate?

The beautiful piece was presented to you like a gift, so you had gladly accepted. You collected it from the awaiting hands. The coolness of it nearly burned you as it touched your flesh, the brilliant iridescence of it stealing your attention away from the faint scent of iron permeating the breeze. It distracted you from the bloody teeth of the now grinning merman, sharp rows glinting bright cardinal red. You thought nothing of the diluted red in the dark water, seeping towards your feet. The sinking body below, twisted and stuck eternally in a cry for help, was lost to you as you held the glimmering heart with reverence.

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i love creepy mermaids

Just Listen...Okay?

M!Yandere x F!Reader

TW : Breaking and entering, Being Stalked, Watched as you sleep, Non-con Touching, Night terrors, Choking

A/N : Its a short drabble (like 679 words?), but this is going to be my first piece, so i'm interested in feed back & requests to keep this page alive

Sometimes you imagine yourself walking down the street, turning the corner and being taken away without a sound in the dead of night. No one to hear you scream, no one to hear you struggle against your assailant, no one to help you…

That's how most of your nightmares end anyway, waking up drenched in sweat, adrenalin in your veins, and the sudden feeling of being intruded upon.

But tonight was different, soft touches, illegible whisper's, indecipherable dreams, waking up softly. It's new, but not unwelcome compared to the garish and soul shaking night terrors that were being experienced on the regular, like a nightly ritual of sorts. A sweet reprieve from fear just for the night.

As you drew closer to the break of consciousness you could register something.. no someone else next to you, being held in their chest. With them in your bed sharing their warmth. You could feel their warm hands under your night shirt, caressing your back, hearing their serene heartbeat was almost enough to lull you back to sleep…Almost. Feeling your body tense up in their arms they tightened their hold on you, once soft touches turned into rose thorns ready to draw blood if you dared to move in a way that this intruder didn't permit you to.

Soft hushes to your ear made you twist and wriggle away, but their hands were gripping you so harshly that you could only shrink into their oppressive touch. A few minutes passed with them quietly shushing your increasing whimpering, and mellowed attempts to release yourself from their grip.

A hand moved from your back to the top of your head, in an attempt to soothe you. The hushed whispers picked up in volume and then a smooth voice spoke up in the silence.

" Hey, listen to me alright? I've been trying to stop your nightmares or at least make them less intense than they already are. I know this is pretty strange for you, it is for me too. I just wanted to make sure you were sleeping well. I've been seeing you around campus and I was worried. You always seemed worn out, I just wanted to help you, babe. "

They paused for a brief moment like they were contemplating about what they were going to say before speaking and with a flat almost monotone voice they spoke up in the darkness again.

" I want to be your boyfriend and you to be my girlfriend. You don’t have to say yes... right away, but I do want you to think about it. I just don’t want you to make any rushed decisions to be with me. ”

He had started to move his hands up through your shirt and from the top of your head to your throat in the middle of him speaking, he continued on with his flat tone as if he was reciting a speech from memory.

“ And I know this might seem scary, but I promise that I was only trying to help you get to sleep and stay asleep. Just like any good boyfriend would do for his girlfriend. But for now, “ He spoke cautiously, “ I want you to sleep on it okay? “

His hands began to tighten around your throat. Your hands instantly rush up to meet him to attempt to pull them away from suffocating you in your own bed in the dead of night. The sounds of sheets rustling, and short, sharp inhales of air is the only thing that can be heard for the next five minutes. As you feel the blood in your veins start to pump harder to have a last-ditch attempt to get the man's hands from around your neck, black spots start to appear, your breath becomes more forced and labored, you hear him speak up again.

“ It's okay, don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you, just giving you some time to sleep on it. So when you wake up you’ll be able to give me an answer. I'll make sure you have a goodnights rest. Goodnight Babe"

I couldn't help my drool over this delicious fanfic🤤😍😍

yandere!siren! sung jinwoo with fem!reader imagine

warnings: creature au, canon divergence, deaf!reader, a/b/o dynamics, obsessive thoughts.

Hey guys and welcome to another piece for the spooky season, this time a collab with @pa1nrema1ns featuring a beautiful but deadly version of a certain Shadow Monarch! If you’re interested in seeing the artwork that inspired me, I’ll leave the link to it here. Credit goes to the original artist :)

So without further ado sit back, relax, and let us find out what is dwelling beneath the dark, briny waters~.

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Siren! Sung Jinwoo despised humans. To this deadly apex predator, they are disgusting creatures full of greed and violence. He might lure them to a watery grave with his voice or the endless shadows under his command, but he did it to survive. To eat. It helped that his appearance was considered to be highly attractive by human standards: a handsome, but intimidating face with a muscular chest and sleek black hair. 

What the bewitched humans never considered as he cradled them lovingly in his arms is that there is a monochromatic tail swishing beneath the dark waves before he pulled them under. His inky ear fins were concealed by illusionary magic of course. He couldn’t take a chance of the smallest possibility that there might be a human who is immune to a siren’s song. 

When he finished collecting the carcasses in a sack and any pretty trinkets that might interest the traders at the market enough to sell their wares to him, Jinwoo would return home to his little sister and mother. They lived in an underwater cave just several miles from the coast of Jindou Island. It was a quiet human settlement when the winds grew colder, and the villagers knew better than to cross his path thanks to the reputation and training as Ashborn’s terrifying apprentice. When spring or summer arrived, however, humans from the Mainland came to the island in droves.

More meat sacks meant more food and a little more variety in flavor. He also wouldn’t have to go head-to-head against the other sirens either, especially the ones who think they can become the alpha of these waters by defeating him in a contest on who can lure in the most humans or defeating him in combat. Hah. How annoying.   

Now imagine when he catches the delectable scent of an omega after spending another afternoon collecting seaweed to go with the evening’s meal. Humans, like sirens, possessed secondary genders and their own hierarchy. Securing a steady job or finding a partner largely depended on who was an alpha, beta, or omega. 

But what made the latter the superior species is that once an omega accepts an alpha’s courting gift or allows an alpha to enter their nest during mating season, the alpha will not seek the company of another omega regardless of how sweet and lovely their scent is. Sirens were hunters, committed to the wellbeing of their mates and pups. Humans were fickle and prone to cheating, even if they were bound to someone else. 

His amethyst irises dilated upon identifying the aromatic fragrance of bergamot and vanilla, followed by the activation of his sensory glands. There was no doubt about it; he had found an unmarked omega, and he needed to track the owner, before another siren to approach his intended mate first. 

He swam close to the coast, near the shoreline. He never got this close to the surface before, because he could not take the risk of his soul being trapped by the humans when they carried those cursed black boxes in their hands. Ashborn called them phones. A bizarre word for a deadly weapon. 

The scent led him to a ship that was ten times bigger than the ones he had seen in the past. Was this a yacht, the legendary vessel that can carry thousands of humans and let them off to explore? No. If that were true, then it would have anchored off much farther from the island and far from the sandbars. The name of this vessel is Murder on The Cerulean Sea. Filming in Process - Quiet on Set! Yachts are supposed to have shorter names. So what is this? Is the omega trapped somewhere beneath the deck? Unacceptable. 

Jinwoo was about to summon Igris to conduct a discreet search of the ship when the siren suddenly discovered that you were the source of the scent he had been seeking. But you were not a siren who had been kidnapped by the humans. You were a human. And you were part of the ship’s crew. 

So why is it he could not find it in his hammering heart to spit in disapproval and vanish back into the ocean to sort out his confused emotions? Why did he want to know what kind of human you were? What are those strange gestures you are making with your hands in front of the blonde woman and brown-haired man, yet your mouth remains closed? Is it a unique form of communication? A spell? Perhaps his mentor would know the answer. Ashborn knows many things about these creatures. 

With a flick of his tail, Jinwoo disappeared beneath the  waves and swam past the coral reefs. The seaweed beds and the rocks that held precious pearls in its crevices flickered from the corner of his eyes as he traveled further. Down, down, down, into the darkness below. A graveyard of titans from eons ago, broken remnants of civilizations. Stone, marble, and glass glowing in iridescent light. This was the place that no one except for him would dare go: the abyss. 

Try as he might to distract his muddled thoughts by analyzing every single detail in the familiar sights leading to his master’s domain, Jinwoo could not stop thinking about you. 

How is it possible that he, a proud warrior and an alpha, could be easily swayed by the wiles of a human omega? It was as if the roles had been reversed; he would be the victim falling prey to your irresistible charm, and you would be smiling viciously, hungry for his flesh. Is this what it felt like to be ensnared in a trap with no means of escape? 

No. No, he cannot succumb to temptation. A siren and a human are not meant to be mates. Jinwoo could only hope that Ashborn will give him the answers that he seeks before your maddening fragrance takes hold of over his mind and lure him back to the surface again. 

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An UPDATE for this month on Yandere sung Jin Woo x Kim Dokja!Reader!

I can't wait for the next one where Jinwoo might slowly transition to a yandere! Ohhh!!! the suspense is killing me!

yandere! sung jin-woo with kim dokja! reader mini series [part two]

warnings: manhwa spoilers, aged-up!reader [late twenties], canon divergence, OOC.

Please take caution in reading this series. By continuing to read on from this point, you are consenting to be subjected to reading material that might be sensitive or cause triggering.

If you do not wish to be subjected to a possible series of unfortunate events, leave now and find something much more pleasant to read.

You are responsible for your own Internet consumption.

Hey guys, and welcome back to another chapter of this crossover mini-series! We cannot thank you enough for your support, we were completely blown away by the feedback and comments from the first part! We sincerely hope that you will continue to enjoy this story and appreciate your patience with the updates! Originally the word count was over 6k, so it was decided to divide this gargantuan segment into two parts.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and let us see what we have going on in the Star Stream today with this week's episode! The script was drafted by me and edits, and the episode was written by the incredibly talented @circeyoru.

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Woo Jinchul sighed, messaging his forehead to relieve yet another migraine. After the biggest and most successful raid on Jeju island by the talented S-Rank Hunters came the aftermath, which led to him and his team cleaning up everything. From day to night, he managed Hunters and their entry to the island so they could clean everything for the island to be used again. He relisted everything that he had done so he could have peace of mind and hopefully rest after so long. The Hunters Guild members and some officers from his department participated in the clean-up. The Chairman partially dealt with the aftermath of the alliance with Japan. Weren’t things running too smoothly?

Odd how she never stepped in to offer assistance. Yes, Jinchul wholeheartedly agreed when he heard his team gossiping among themselves. Then he remembered you were on rest leave until further notice. He glanced over at the calendar on his desk. It had been some time since you were last active, and you had been silent—maybe too silent—all this time, so he should stop delaying your return unintentionally and let you do what you do best—annoying the hell out of him with your insistence to help him and the other Hunters and their guilds. He sighed once more. It was good while his peace lasted. He was just about to call your number when he paused midway and words from the Chairman rang in his head.

“If you continue to use that firm and indifferent tone everywhere you go, one day you will hurt someone with a fragile or sensitive heart and regret it. You might think it is professionalism, but even that has its limits and lines not to cross. Be more mindful of your harshness, young man. You never know what will happen in the future.”

Jinchul left the phone app and changed to check his schedule. He was free for the rest of the day, so he could pay you a visit. So he arrived in front of a familiar door and knocked on the door, then stepped back to wait for it to be opened. He had given you plenty of visits in the past because of various reasons he would also have a headache over. However, he can’t deny the dedication you show in your work and duties. Despite your title as “The Laziest Hunter of All Mankind”,  you were hardly lazy when you put your mind to it. Yes, you constantly look at your phone, but the results you produce match those of his highest and most talented personnel. At the end of the day, he is still grateful for your presence.

He heard noises behind the people and mumbles of what he could piece out to be a conversation. Did you perhaps have friends over? He couldn’t help but let the edge of his lips curl up, concluding that would enjoy your free time if given the opportunity. Just as he thought of letting you have some more ‘suspension’, the door opened. 

“Who are you, mister?” A little girl was answering the door.

“Uh.” Jinchul caught himself, then cleared his throat before he  kneeled down in front of her. “Hello, I am Woo Jinchul with the Hunters Association’s Surveillance Department.” He explained with a small smile, showing  his badge and name card, “Can I ask if there is a Hunter [Last Name] in this condominium?”

“That was the person who sold us the place.” A man, who was obviously the girl’s father, came to the door and cracked the door and opened it while nudging the girl behind his legs. The father took the name card Jinchul gave and looked it over. “But we don’t know where or what happened with the previous owner, we just moved in last week or so.”

From the gap, Jinchul saw the inside of the apartment. True to the man’s words, he had recently moved in, as evidenced by the scattered cardboard boxes and some furniture still wrapped up. The decoration within didn’t match what he recalled when he visited before. So it was all true. He bowed his head and thanked them for their time and excused him for the interruption, his mind blank as he returned to his car and stared at the steering wheel while his heartbeat quickened. His hands reached for his phone and pressed on your saved contact to dial your number.

The few seconds of silence and waiting felt like an eternity before he got his answer. The number was no longer in use. He tried again―same result. He opened your file information and tried again―same result. He manually typed in number for number—same result. What was happening? The words the Chairman spoke to him repeated in his mind as if he were unconsciously scolding himself. Just like that, a valuable asset to the association has gone missing without a trace. 

His heartbeat beat loudly in his ears. He immediately pulled up your file, accessing the raid records. There had to be someone who would tell him where you were―someone you were close with and spent the most time with, someone you treasured. 

Cha Hae-In blinked twice as she tried to catch her breath. Just like back on Jeju Island, Sung Jin-Woo was there to protect her. Granted that it was within control this time, but it was a massive callback to how powerless she was against a monster like that ant. All the praises and appreciation she has gained cannot shield or protect her from dangers and threats of that level. She knew she was lacking; she knew she should be training to maintain her level and further develop her skills, but whenever she was at her lowest, your words and advice came to her mind like a warm blanket over her. A valued and rare friend of hers who didn’t approach her to enjoy the benefits of knowing an S-Rank Hunter. At that, she smiled and unconsciously hugged herself. Why did she want to join this guild? Perhaps… It was because maybe there’s a higher chance of being closer to yo―

“Who? I don’t know who Hunter [Last Name] is, nor have I met this Hunter before. Why would I know where she is?” 

Jin-Woo’s words made Hae-In snap her head in his direction at the speed of light. She came over to ask who he was talking to, and it turned out it was Woo Jinchul. You were missing? You weren’t in your apartment? No one knows where you are? Without another moment of hesitation and blankness, Hae-In excused herself and left the building. She’ll come back to the cluelessness of Jin-Woo later; right now, she needed to know what was going on with you.

Jin-Woo ended the call with confusion. He repeated your name in his head over and over, trying to find some memory of hearing this name, maybe even seeing this name somewhere. But it drew a blank. Who was this person? Why did Jinchul think he would know about this person? Why did Jinchul say this person was close to him? The biggest question was this person to him? Jinchul mentioned the more he questioned it, the worse his headache that started the moment that name. 

[! NOTIFICATION] A harmful state has been detected. DEBUFF Health and Longevity LV. --

“What?” He noticed the green aura around him, eying Beru, who was trying to heal whatever pain he felt to the best of his capabilities, using Min Byung-Gyu’s talent, which he absorbed. He dismissed Beru and left the building as well, opting to return to his guild building office to rest a bit. He was hoping the headache would fade by the time he sat down in his chair, but it was persistent and a pain. To the point that even the system was interfering and trying to relieve him from this mundane suffering. 

[! ALERT] Bug detected.  Commencing restoration.

“A bug in the system? How is that possible?” Jin-Woo could not think straight as he gripped his head in his hands. This pain and the helpless feeling were familiar and foreign at the same time. He had grown so strong now that he pushed the days where those feelings and experiences to the back of his mind. As he had more pressing matters to deal with, his E-Rank days and moments wouldn’t be able to contribute much to his daily life now. 

“Hey, don’t beat yourself over something you can’t control. The outside just wants to beat you down to laugh at you. Don’t let them and smile through! Be the best you can to get your revenge!”

The voice in his mind made him gasp just as his system gave him another window with a new message this time. The voice was familiar, as if it had a power over him. His headache was gone. He knew that contributed to his system’s functioning, but his heart was telling him another. The voice’s owner, speaking in a bubbly tone but with a touch of force and firmness, told him. It seemed like they had also been wronged and didn’t want him to face the same situation. He raised his head and read the message from the system. 

[! NOTIFICATION] The harmful state has been removed. Conversation between Player and ??? requested. Do you allow this request? Yes No

“Yes.” There was no question. He had to know what was going on. This Hunter [Last Name], the voice in his mind, the headache from trying to remember, and the reason people think he knew someone he doesn’t. Now the system will be on his side and give him information, unlike before, so he will take it.

Greetings, Sung Jin-Woo, the Shadow Monarch. My identity is of no importance to you. Please know that you can refer to me as a CONSTELLATION. I urge you to remain in your world of ignorance and darkness. Accept this generosity and forget having this conversation and the one known as Hunter [Last Name]. Accept

His eyes glanced through the words, and anger boiled within him. Just as his system gave him answers, another came to erase them and attempt to push him back into the world of ignorance without his say. Why? Just because he was human and had nothing to offer or give to the higher beings? Just because they see him as inferior, so they can play him however they please, like a puppet. “How can I accept such a thing? You’re not even giving me another option but to bow to your whims. Who is Hunter [Last Name] to you? Why are you doing all this?”

It is of no concern to you. Forgotten memories meant no importance to the owner, yes? It applies to this case. I ask again, do you accept this generous offer to forget permanently that this conversation ever happened and the forgotten one? Accept

“You’re not even listening.” It was so infuriating that he was once again back to square one, back to his helpless state. This so-called constellation practically demanded that he forget everything and ignore it all. While his system did similar things during quests or dungeon raids, he was also  using the system to further his goals. It was a mutual transaction. However, in this case, this so-called ‘constellation’ was crossing the line.

[! NOTIFICATION] Forgotten memories detected. Interference with the Player’s being detected. Restoration is available, including memories, removed item(s), and hidden gift(s). Do you wish to use <RESTORATION>? Effective immediately. Yes No

“Ha. At least my own system is helping me. Yes, restore everything right away.”

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Sneak peak of yandere!multiverse travelers hehe

THE LAST LINE THOOO??? ABSOLUTE CINEMA ‼️‼️‼️‼️

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Yandere!mafia oc x (mention of) reader

Warnings: foul language, violence, killing, guns, mentions of paying for company, cheating

He can't help but wonder if he really heard right, but he quietly, discreetly, removes his wedding ring, placing it in his pocket.

"Say that again?"

The man gives off a smirk that sends a wave of boiling fire through Silas’s body.

"I said that your spouse is an easy whore who'd do anything for some dick."

Silas hadn't misheard. Before the man has the time to finish his sentence, Silas has launched a blow to his face. Hard enough to fold the man in half. Silas shakes the bruising fist who made contact with his face, realizing he hit harder than he thought, but not harder than intended.

"And you'd know, wouldn't you?" Silas says, seeing the mans eyes widen ever so slightly. "Yeah, don't you think I've seen you creep around those parts of the city? With women who, in reality, wouldn't touch you? Does your wife know? Your kids? Or do they think daddy dearest is the best guy in the world?"

"You—"

"Before you speak a single syllable about my spouse, you should take a look at yourself. Mirror's truthful, isn't it?"

The man stumbles up on his feet, but before he can do anything, Silas’s grabs him by the collar.

"Killing you would actually do everyone a favor", he mutters. "Your wife deserves someone better than a scumbag who pays for the company of women who also deserve more. And your kids? Don't even get me started."

Silas throws the man onto the hard stone and pulls out a gun from his belt. The man on the ground trembles, pathetically trying to beg for his life, but Silas will hear none of it. The second he had started talking about you, his most perfect darling, his fate was already sealed at the hands of Silas.

As soon as the lifeless body falls to the side, Silas puts the gun back and takes out his wedding ring, placing it back on the rightous finger.

"I'd never get my wedding ring dirty with blood of unworthy", he tells SIC who gives him a curious look. "It's beneath me."

Welcome!

My name is Reyna and I am trying to make yandere ocs. You can tell that I do suck making them has dead dove as possible because I don't really like noncon. But it is still dark so be careful where you are snooping.

I don't really do nsfw because I am low-key bad at writing it so don't expect that from me TvT

OC MASTERLIST (coming soon!)

Keep reading for request details

Requests: OPEN/CLOSED

Smaller asks: OPEN/CLOSED

I'm still making ocs at the moment so until more ocs have arisen to the blog, request for headcanons/full fics/questions are closed.

I will write/draw: SFW/dark content

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Angst

Semi-dark content (depending on my comfortability on the dark subject! )

I will not write/draw: NSFW/taboo content

NSFW (Suggestive is fine)

Noncon/dubcon

Incest/stepcest

...and more (can't really list them all but I can tell you all what I am uncomfortable about whenever I am asked.)

Ok, before I actually sleep, imma show ya'll my potential yandere ocs that I will write about. So, it's like a check list/sneak peak/oc to do list hehe

Yandere!Multiverse traveler 🟪

Yandere!outlaw 🟪

Yandere!DILF (early retired soldier) 🟪

Yandere!werewolf 🟪

Yandere!Vulture hybrid 🟪

and to be added more <3

↓ Symbols ↓

🟪 — Brainstorming

🟣 — Writing

💜 — Posted!

“My life, there's no need of fear. You claimed me; soul and the divine power. That inexpensive junk you have on your neck is my soul itself. I'm no gentleman if I don't yearn the person who called me their death.”

Random doodles of Morrigan before I fall asleep lololol

Morrigan's fic introduction.

This is so cool, I'm in

Me, thinking about more ideas of my yandere babygirls for this:

Yandere Zine

Hey everybody! Me and another writer are creating a YANDERE ZINE happen by (hopefully) August and would love to know if there are any other writers/artists/weirdos who are interested in joining! whether it be submitting your own art or writing, helping with formatting, or spreading the word, please feel free to reach out/ reblog if you'd like to join!

For every Grim Reaper made is a soul taken away. Morrigan was no exception. His soul separated from him and was placed upon a necklace that store him like cheap junk. He figured he never had a purpose again other than taking the dead to the afterlife. Until you brought his soul and wore it around your neck. And with his logic, you claimed him. And now he'll claimed you too; no matter what.

My design for Yan!Grim reaper that was made on the spot lmao. I think I'll keep this design while i figure out more yandere ocs. Hmmmmm....

Also yes, I am a monster fucker.

The fic that I made for Yan!Grim Reaper

Yan!grim reaper x reckless GN reader

Contains: Car accident mentions, horror elements ish, basic yandere shenanigans, not plotted properly so may or may not have plot holes

People wondered if your luck ever runs out. After buying that silly red eye necklace from your local thrifting clothing store, things aren't as painful than before.

First it was a papercut— Which with your own eyes, watched it heal in real time.

Then, it was a knife to the finger, yet it seemed as if the blade missed its chance to even get to your finger. That's odd, you swore you felt a sting.

And as more mishaps circulate from injury to another,

you were involved with a car accident. It was a hit and run— The man left you while you lie there bleeding. Yet, your eyes opened to see a hospital ward. You survived, miraculously. And the news on the TV tells about the man who ditched the accident scene, ended up dying from another car accident.

Something's feels off now. After that mysterious necklace wrapped around your neck, it is as if death wasn't at your throat.

You were dispatched from the hospital after a few months of healing and tests. You can't seemed to piece things together. Doctors and nurses either get sick or passed away in their sleep days after they showed an interest of you for a platonic connection. Was that a coincidence? Or something is happening, because of this necklace?

Maybe it's your mind playing tricks. As you walk back home, you squint your eyes to see some sort of hooded figure at the distance; opposite to the road.

He looked at you, eyes all red with no irises as he let out a sinister smile,

“My soul, wrapped around your neck,” he seemed to chuckle, “What a beautiful way to propose, my life.”

A car drove in front of the figure. And when the car's gone, so was he.

Maybe the hospital should stop giving you that healing mocktail. Or so you thought that figure was from your imagination.

Darling [S/O]'s pov :

" I' m convincing myself that I'm schizophrenic cause why tf some fucking 10 out of 10 mf is haunting me down tells me he loves me forever?Should have take the pills earlier back then. "

*few minutes later*

" THE SON OF A BITCH FUCKING TOOK AWAY MY PILLS WHAT THE FUCKKKK"

Hello can i request Yandere ex crush x oblivious reader? :D

So the reader is hv ex crush which is the yandere back in middle school, back then reader was confessed to yandere but getting rejected harshly, the reader silently like him so the yandere not expect reader to like him because even thought theyre a classmate they're not very close and reader is kind of ignorant and oblivious person, finally when theyre in highschool they're met again but this time they're getting more closer than in middle school because reader approach first as a friend, but the yandere accidentally catch a feelings and it turn into obssesion, he start to stalk, taking photo of reader silently, and finally reader felt something wrong with him and decided to make a bound betweem reader and him, finally i let you to continue with your own imagination dear author ^_^ thankyou i h ope you understand T_T

Okay, I hope you like it :D By the way, I apologize for not having published, I was busy with projects and exams, I have a declaration contest coming up soon, wish me luck please 😭

YANDERE EX CRUSH X OBLIVIOUS READER

You and him had met in high school, you were classmates, of course you didn't get along much, but secretly. You liked him a lot.

Back then, you were more innocent and naive than now, so it was easy to fall in love with your serious and quiet classmate, who didn't even notice you.

You sent him anonymous letters, sweets, small gifts, anything tender that could make his heart melt <3

But he coldly just kept them or threw them away.

He didn't imagine that you were in love with him, I mean, if we're not friends, why are you attracted to him?

You didn't even know, it was like that

So one day you took courage and you cited it in a park near the school.

Mistake

You were excited to see him arrive, there was hope in you that your love would be reciprocated.

But it was the opposite...

"So... I mean... I like you, you seem interesting and cute and..."

"I see where you're going, sorry, I'm not interested."

He said without even looking you in the eyes and leaving.

Needless to say, you felt bad and cried, your first confession and your first rejection.

Normal, they were practically two children, so you got over it and forgot.

But now...

The two had met again at school :D

Needless to say, it was difficult for you to recognize him, you were not good at remembering, and you were no longer classmates, you were in different classes, but you were happy to see him again, it made you nostalgic to remember him.

But...

He didn't feel anything when he saw you again, he believed, he just smiled when he remembered what you were like when you were in high school and you liked him.

The days passed and they accidentally found themselves on the way home.

You smiled when you saw him and decided to talk to him again.

"Mmmm, hey, do you remember me? :)"

He simply turned around saying "Of course, how could I not remember the girl who harassed me?"

"Hey, that's not true, I just liked you," you said, laughing.

"That's why," he smiled and squeezed your cheek.

¿To like is to harass?

From there they became friends, in fact, it was nice that they began to be more together, as friends.

But he started to get confused, he doesn't know why when he sees you he feels so happy, so strange and he feels butterflies.

"It's just honey, he thought naively.

But suddenly he remembered how much he missed a girl being as sweet to him as you had been a long time ago and did not know how to take advantage

Your tender details, in his mind, maybe you still had feelings for him, that is, you've known him longer than anyone else, if you met again, it's for a reason!

Unknowingly, he started laying you down.

He didn't let you go home alone any day.

"Hey, you don't need to come with me every day, I'm fine."

"I do it because you are a very stupid girl, something could happen to you"

HE ONLY WANTS TO SEE YOU WALK IN THE PRETTY WAY YOU DO

He started taking photos of you, consensual and distracted.

"Hey, smile more, please, you don't see such a strange girl every day" he said in a mocking tone while he took a photo of you.

"Shut up, or I'll hit you," you said with a frown.

A blow from you would be like an angel's kiss.

Maybe your things started to get lost, photographs with friends, drawings, your strawberry lipstick.

"Mmm, I'm sure I forgot them somewhere, no way," you thought in disbelief.

"Is that what your lips taste like?" He said in his room while smelling the lipstick and looking at your photo.

"I love her too much " He said sighing with love for you.

At one point, I already had his room upholstered with your cute image, careless, smiling, in pajamas, with your pets, with him <3

One day you were closer to a friend of yours, more than usual.

So he decided to hit him in an abandoned lot, to make it clear that he will stay away from you:>

You were surprised when all your friends walked away from you, except for him.

Then you began to doubt, he had so much preference for you and he was so affectionate and teasing with you, that he was not normal, practically his days were based on you.

“Hey, we need to talk,” you said seriously.

"What's going on?" “He said distressedly.

"Uh, I just need to know, do you love me, I mean, as a friend, as something more?"

"¿What are you saying? Silly girl, of course I love you, like a friend, like the naive girl that you are, don't worry, I only care about you, others just don't care about you like I do." , just

You simply sighed and smiled giving him a hug.

He pulled you closer to his body and squeezed you.

"Someday, you will be only mine, I will make you forget everyone, in your mind it will be only me :3

Don't worry, he will make you love him as much as when you were younger, he loves you so strongly and devotedly that he would do anything for you, even things that are not good...

"Hey, I've been thinking about that... And I think the best thing would be for you and me to be more than friends, I mean, you're so pretty, I love you" he told you affectionately...

Regardless of your answer, he is prepared for anything, even if you reject him, he will make you be with him at all costs, you better accept or prepare for the sun of your days to be only him, because you are already the moon that illuminates their dark nights.

Hello! Can I request imagines for a simultaneously kuudere yandere please? Like they act like they don't care about you, or maybe they are indifferent to you on the outside, but in reality they are stalking you and is totally crazy for you

Oh, of course:) this would be my first imagine, I hope you like it, pretty little person.

YANDERE WHO DOES NOT SHOW HIS FEELINGS (KUUDERE) X READER

It all started when he changed schools, now he was the new boy at school, although it wasn't a big deal because of his seriousness, there were still girls excited because in a way he was handsome.

Then... he saw you... You looked like a little bird, you didn't even realize what was happening around you, you just drew without paying attention.

Something in his chest began to accelerate when he saw you, on the inside, he was a mess, but on the outside he was simply serious, looking at you, until the teacher brought him out of his trance by telling him that he will sit in the seat behind you.

God, you looked so cute and focused drawing, you didn't even pay attention to him, but it didn't matter, he couldn't look desperate for your attention when he was just entering school.

He spent a few days simply admiring you, he wondered what was in you, in a way, you were like him, reserved, serious, but you were always in your world, happy.

He was dying to talk to you, to be your friend, but his lack of expression wouldn't let him.

It was until you spoke to him, in a way, well, while you were drawing you turned to him to show him your drawing of a cat with a tie.

He couldn't be more excited internally.

"Hey, don't you think you look alike?" you asked mockingly.

He just looked at the drawing and answered "I don't believe it."

But inside he burned, that silly interaction had been so meaningful to him.

Since then you began to talk more with him, with your strange attitude that characterized you, but for him it was like that of an angel.

You always made comments about how serious he was and the company of friends he was missing.

Friends? With you it's more than enough

"You need a girlfriend to warm your frozen heart," you said, laughing.

"How unnecessary," he replied coldly.

Yes, he only needs you

Despite what you made him feel, he didn't accept his feelings for you, obviously not, he doesn't like you, he had never felt that way, he had always been cold and distant.

The poor boy doesn't understand why you make his cheeks heat up and his heart beat hard :(

Because of how he treats you, you think that he simply sees you as another companion, but still, he is a good boy so you talk to him kindly, as if he were a great friend to you: D

He might deny his feelings for you, but his attitude was something else.

Always seeing you in class, following you home, memorizing everything you like, your list of friends... (Be careful, if they get too close to you... Soon your list will be reduced to just him ♡)

Your hugs, your details, your words, your touches, were like honey to him, although he loved them, he only received them with a serious face and a dry "thank you."

Those cute details that you give him like letters and drawings go to a special corner in his room <3

He was in everything, is your cat lost? Oh, don't be surprised if he knocks on your door with the adorable animal at his side.

"Don't be so stupid again and don't let him escape," he said indifferently.

-Yeah! "Thank you," you said amicably, taking the cat.

Lost pencils? Hair clips? Drawings? Even your toothbrush? Everything lost!

Obviously you thought you were clueless and lost everything, it wouldn't occur to you that your introverted friend is the cause of taking your possessions:3

-Hey you know? I really like you despite your cold attitude, in fact, I already consider you a friend ;) - you said naively.

-Oh really? "Maybe I already consider you a friend," he replied dryly.

He lies, for him you are his world, but he doesn't accept it and you don't know it...

Hello<3

My name is Alice, in this blog I intend to write Yandere content/material/imagines, so you can place your requests. 🦴🍖

I have no limitations on what I write so feel free to request whatever you want.

English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammatical errors I may have D:

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Hii welcome I wanna be your first few requests Can I get a yandere quackity please again no pressure

I feel like yandere quackity would try his best not to seem so toxic but obviously would kinda fail because the slightest thing would set him off, he wouldn't let you chose what to wear and if you do he has to approve it, he wouldn't let you leave the house without him and when you're out you have to be very close to him, he probably would put a bunch of parent controls on you're phone (like when your parent would give you their old phone that doesn't really do anything but they still give it to you to make you happy), if he got mad at you he would non stop scream in your face then just walks away and would ignore you for like a day or two until you apologize for what ever you did; I don't think he would ever get physical but he would threaten to be and if he did anything to mean he would get you a bunch of gifts to make it up to you.

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OMG when I saw I got a request this morning I was giggling and kicking my feet! Also I had to watch my sister so I couldn't respond earlier ❤️