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imvriix · 10 months

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𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

summary ;; — he loves you in a way that is dangerous, he wants you for himsel.

featuring + contains ;; — aki hayakawa x (gn) reader, angst? bittersweetness.

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the night is cold. too cold for you to be standing on that balcony, too cold for you to be exposed to the chilling bite of the air. too cold for your heart to bear. it nips at your skin—

he nips at your heart.

"have you ever thought of running away with me?" aki asks. his words slide through the soft breeze of the night air, gently intertwining with the feather-like touches of the wind. it is so cold, but neither of you move. wrapped in its embrace, the unspoken reminder of your life, that you are alive. "you deserve more," he adds quietly, "we could.." but the words are dying on his tongue.

so much to say, such little words to wrap them in. such little time to say them. such a little world to find the right moment for them in. such a little amount of people that are deserving of those words.

but he thinks — he knows — he has accomplished the last one. he hopes you know that too, but he can only hope when it comes to you. hope, hope, and hope some more.

aki tilts his head towards you, the end of his unlit cigarette touching your lit one. an unspoken confession. hes too close. he should move. he knows he needs to. he doesn't.

he doesn't want to.

you turn away, facing the dark city, only dimly illuminated by some street lights. you breathe out, a mix of icy mist and cigarette smoke. you are quiet for a long moment, a small gathering of thoughts. you speak quietly, voice low and smooth, "you would.. leave it all behind, to be with me?" you ask. you don't believe it; you know you should. or perhaps, you do, but you don't want to believe. to believe this is the depth of his overwhelming emotion. or to believe that those overwhelming emotions had been conjured specially for you.

"yeah."

he didn’t need to even think about it. the word escapes his lips before his mind even processes it, the only thing in his mind being your present in the dim moonlight. he doesn't believe he needs to say anymore. he would, and he would do it in the next 5 lives afterwards, he has no regrets. only that he did not do this sooner. such little time.

there is a certainty to his voice. such certainty that it silences everything else around you, that it all falls silent until there is nothing but silence lingering in the air between. the world continues endlessly beneath you, continuing in all directions.

"i'd leave everything." he says once more. he doesn't say it to confirm or convince, as he knows he meant it from the very beginning. he knows you know that too. his words are part of that heavy silence, not cutting through it, but wrapping around you.

your eyes are glued to the dimly lit sky, dancing around the gentle sparkle of the stars. there are many things weighing down on your soul, and your words now seem to be part of them. an acknowledged silence passed before you whisper, your heart heavy, "you shouldn't, aki." you can say no more, albeit there being many things you want to try and portray. none of them work in your favour. you can only silently plead with the string of stars above that he will understand your silent emotions.

"why?" his voice is sharp, but not sharp enough to cut. never sharp enough for that. he makes sure of it. he could never bring himself to hurt you anyway. a flicker of hurt flashes in his eyes, but he wonders and wonders and wonders. why? he can only silently beg with the heavenly bodies above that you will understand his intricate motives. a lingering hope you will tell him he shouldn't go, not without you, never without you.

it doesn't stay; his expression is carefully neutral again. he is silent, but his gaze is not. you don't meet it. he doesn't force you to. he take his cigarette and it drops to the ground as he puts it out. he draws in a breath, holding it for seconds. he lets it out, and outcome his words. "are you so afraid of happiness?"

he isn't harsh. he takes his time. he will give all his time to you, every second with you he will cherish. his words never cut, they caress. they touch your soul, and on this dark but strangely light night, you can't help but open yourself bare to him. "maybe. maybe i am afraid of ruining yours." you can't meet his eyes, you can't bring yourself to. those eyes you so gently lit overtime, breaking his cold demeanour.

aki is so sure. so confident in his words, so persistent it almost deludes you. "you could never," he says, his conviction almost startling in the silence. "as long as it's you." he sounds almost pleading— an unusual tone for him, he leans in closer. "as long as it's you," he repeats quietly, "it wouldn't matter where we are or what we're doing. as long as we're together." you can feel your heart stop.

your breathing stills and your lips tremble, you can barely hold yourself together. "don't, aki. don't say things like that." you feel as if you are almost begging him. to not cross that line, to not let you fall into the idea, to not let you become tempted. he asks once more, "why?" he just wants to understand, to know what you're thinking. it hurts him, how sharp and finalising your words are. how you seem to not want to hear him, to know what he wants to say so badly that it pains him in so many ways.

he moves closer, and the heat of his breathe brushes your face. "i can't leave it unanswered," he whispers, "i can't leave it unreciprocated." he doesn't want to leave this moment with nothing, his heart weighs him down so heavily. his nose almost touches yours as he tries his best to convince, "tell me," he says, "tell me, before this moment is gone." and you know exactly what he means.

for the first time in this encounter, your eyes finally meet his. you allow yourself to genuinely take a look into his heart, and he can feel his breathing hitch as he realises this too. "because you might convince me." you murmur, voice quiet.

that was all aki needed.

he breathes in, he breathes out, containing his nerves and trying to remain in control of himself. he always struggled with that when it came to you.

"then let me convince you." and you can almost feel him getting closer. this time is different, because this time you let him. this time you don't hide, you allow him to come closer, but you can't ignore the quickening beat in your heart. "aki, im scared." you whisper, so quietly that it shatters his heart more than he thought it would. your voice is barely audible, yet he sinks into it.

"i know." he murmurs. he knows all too well, because he is too. his breath warms your cheek, he's too close; he should let you breath, but he doesn't want to. "don't be," he whispers, his rough calloused palm against your cheek, "ill take care of you." he promises, voice so gentle it hurts.

you stay quiet, but you know he will. you know he isn't lying, you can see it. you can sense it. you let yourself give in, and he knows it. a tear slips down your cheek, and you melt in his arms.

no words are spoken, aki wipes the tear away with a finger. his eyes are dark and intense, the breeze threads through your hair. you both stay still, simply there with one another. in the same area, the same space, with eachother. and he couldn't bear to imagine it another way.

"are you happy?"

he asks.

"you deserve to be happy."

his words are more selfless than you could imagine, more gentle than you would have ever expected aki of all people to be like. the last man you would think would speak to you so tenderly, and so deeply wish for your happiness; most of all for it to be spent with him. at these bittersweet thoughts, more tears streak your face, running down freely. "with you," you whisper, "only with you." and he feels his heart stop.

with him, he hears. with him, you would be happy. with him, you will be happy. he will make sure of it, or he will die trying. he gently brushes away the rest of your tears, his index finger tracing over your cheekbone, thumb over your lips. "what do you think of me?" he asks quietly, the question he has been dying to know the answer to.

"i think i love you." you murmur, the words leaving you before you realise. he's never heard those words, he never thought he would. you see a flicker of something in his eyes— shock, maybe, or perhaps just the moonlight. your words are barely above a whisper, yet have the effect on him that could shake the foundations of the universe. he says those three words back, and there is nothing complicated about it. it isn't a quiet confession, there's a vulnerability and depth of emotion that he had never portrayed before.

and the night sky watches it, watches it all.

#anime #chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #csm #manga #fanfiction #aki #gun devil #writer #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #x reader

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imvriix · 1 year

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psst bonus points for big hot sweaty men beating the ever loving shit out of eachother <3

would say jojos but from the pfp i think you already fw with that

#anime #manga #— sara speaks ;; .#jojos bizarre adventure

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imvriix · 1 year

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How was your day?

idk its just been like every other day wbu

#— sara speaks ;; .

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imvriix · 1 year

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Any upcoming fics?

im just hoarding requests so that i can just write them all at once and release them quickly, not writing anything atm but ive got a little plan in my mind for stuff i wanna write/plots and headcannons for requests

i got a surprising good amount of vinland saga requests, a couple death notes, a couple moriarty the patriots etc + i kinda want to make a little monster series but no guarantees

someone asked about vagabond so thats a fun possibility

#— sara speaks ;; .#vinland saga #moriarty the patriot #vagabond #monster #death note #fanfiction

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imvriix · 1 year

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Do you write for the vagabond fandom?

i would if it was alive in a heartbeat 😭 if u got a vagabond request PLEASE send me it, the only reason i dont have a little list of fanfics for it or havent already written for it is because of how theres little to no people wanting to write or read about it

#— sara speaks ;; .#vagabond #miyamoto musashi #manga #takehiko inoue

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imvriix · 1 year

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do you ever considered writing for jujutsu kaisen?

never watched it icl i watched the first episode and dropped it, might read the manga eventually cus maki seems like a peak female character

#— sara speaks ;; .#jujutsu kaisen #maki

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imvriix · 1 year

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I love your work!

and i love you

#— sara speaks ;; .

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imvriix · 1 year

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do you still take requests?

love ur blog !! <3

yeah i do and thanks

#— sara speaks ;; .

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imvriix · 1 year

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i think i accidentally did something to my blog in settings to make my blog and works not visible to some people but ive got no clue how to sort it out

and sorry for the shit writing ive just slowed down in getting started on fics, i know i said i was back but i swear im doing my best 😭

#— sara speaks ;; .#anime #manga #fanfiction

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imvriix · 1 year

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Can I get a Canute and Thorfinn x Reader love triangle? (Canute likes reader, Thorfinn like reader, Reader is torn) for a Valkyrie/Angel-esque reader? (They fight as a dance and sing and keep morale high). Three idiots in Wales, but with affection.

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𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢

summary ;; — you were untouchable, many of them even wondered if you were human. perhaps you thrived off of the art of war, but even if you weren't someone of this world, you made them feel like people outside of battle instead.

featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn x gn! reader x canute (love triangle). slight fantasy aspects regarding reader but it isnt confirmed what they are or if they really are supernatural, just an angelic seeming reader.

a/n ;; — got a thorfinn x reader thing with a similar concept, if any of u like this then u should give it a read

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you were a bit of a mystery. no one knew much about you, besides your name and that you could fight. some of them didn't even know your name, but each of the men were aware of your almost regal style of fighting. regal, if you weren't killing men within seconds. it came to you naturally, you never faltered in your movements and they were never rushed nor sloppy. precision was your forte, and power exceeded from every swing of your blade. they stayed out of your way and you stayed out of theres, in a way, you were askeladds secret weapon during battle.

you were unreadable and untouchable, with nothing in your way and nothing fazing you. most knew the way of battle as bloody, brutal and barbaric, whereas your battle was showcased as an art rather than a bloodbath. even comparing the two was an insult, they were essentially the same things yet so stark in contrast to the witness. no true viking fears death, a true man awaits the day they are killed and kiss the world goodbye whilst greeting valhalla, but each man you slayed died in true fear.

perhaps, they wonder, a valkyrie does not take you to valhalla. perhaps the valkyrie is the one to slay you first.

what other logical option would there be?

when askeladd is given the duty of keeping the danish prince alive, who was better than two of his best warriors to guard him? even askeladd himself felt almost awkward and on guard around you. he was a casual man, but your inhumane and unreachable characteristics made it hard for even the most carefree to remain unwavered. but he did note than in the end, you were just a kid. he hadn't the faintest idea about your past or what had occurred for you to want to fight alongside him and his men, and it likely wasn't the wisest to have not one, but two kids grow up alongside vikings, but he couldn't ignore the feeling of something akin to almost pity.

but as always, you agreed. you had heard a little of this prince from hearing little bits and pieces from askeladds men, but you hadn't met the prince just yet. you wondered if he would be the typical pampered prince or if he would be aware of the battle and war he'd be getting into, but either way, you had a job of protecting him so you would make sure to succeed in doing so. you were aware you'd be working with thorfinn to ensure his safety, but you weren't too worried about him. both of you scarcely even knew the others name, just remembering eachother as the other kid who had grown up with the vikings.

there was a mutual sense of respect binding the two of you together and you were both aware of the others strength and abilities in war. you were of the same age and seemed to tolerate one another more than the rest, even if you had never talked properly. you were mildly aware of his harsh upbringing and want for revenge due to the death of his father, and he was aware of your capabilities and how you separated yourself from truly being one of the vikings.

the three of you were brought together when you had been introduced to the prince and his carer, who spoke more for him than the prince did himself. you and thorfinn stood alongside one another whilst him and ragnar stood opposite, askeladd hastily making introductions and summarising to ragnar that you and thorfinn would be the ones to protect the prince. you heard his name was canute, and you wondered if someone as fragile as him was truly next in line for the throne. he was pale and pretty, even though the upper half of his face was covered with a mask. with long golden hair cascading past his shoulders and down his back, he almost reminded you of freya.

with your arms behind your back, a straight posture and your analytical eyes set on him, he cowered behind ragnar. you felt almost sorry for him, feelings as though he was something to be treated with care and not someone who was against his brother to become king. obviously, thorfinn saw this as well but instead of feeling sympathy, he saw him as a joke. " he's the one who's going to be the king of denmark? " he mutters, and you're unsure of whether he's talking to you or himself. " it's like they've purposely sent him off to his death. " your murmur back nevertheless, the conversation ending before it began as your eyes met for what the two of you think was the first time since meeting eachother.

thorfinn shows his obvious dislike towards canute, glaring at him wordlessly and making him even more overwhelmed. once thorfinn had left, you looked back at him and it seemed like he was looking at you as well. it was only for a split second, but you could've sworn he had slightly parted his lips to say something before shutting them tight and remaining silent.

but you had grown to learn these two more and more after this. the three of you would usually be together more or less, as you and thorfinn were partnered together in this task and canute was who it revolved around, so it was a bit obvious. and strangely, you didn't mind them either, and they learnt to look past your perfection and become more comfortable as well.

they were both quiet, but their silences were completely different to the others. thorfinn was mean and stubborn, but he was real and loyal. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, giving what little help you could offer to other as both of you knew well that neither of you belonged in this band of vikings, and that you had no one else to rely on but eachother. you had grown used to relying on your blade and survival instincts as it was obvious that you weren't fit to be a viking, but it was strangely nice to have someone else who was like you in a way. he was sarcastic, but once the conversation between the two of you began, everything was fluent and without tension. the conversation flowed freely, and you had forgotten how nice it was to genuinely converse with someone else.

he didn't speak much, but he was meaningful and his short replies were honest and held true interest. you had someone you could rely on whilst in battle and he had someone he could go to when he felt drained and burnt out from his endless cycle of training and want for revenge.

canute was shy and easy to tease, so much that you couldnt help but take every chance you could to lightheartedly tease him, and sometimes it flew over his head. you let out quiet giggles every time he flustered, and even when he was oblivious, he blushed at how you laughed, noticing that you were teasing him. he was unlike any idea you had of him before you had met, and his cooking was good too. it took a while for him to ease up and let his shoulders relax, but after a few minutes, he couldn't help but feel at ease. canute indulged in emotions a lot, and it was surprising due to how he seemed almost emotionless due to how little he spoke in the beginning. always flustered, always looking at you even when you were far away, and always noticing little things about you.

he was intimidated at first, your calamity scared him. he felt more on edge due to how at peace you were, hiding behind his red cloak even more at seeing how your eyes were focused on him. he felt slightly insecure, but you put him at ease as well. in the beginning, your attention to him whenever you spoke was overwhelming, but then he began to feel like for once in his life, he was being heard.

his fondness for you never changed, even after the death of ragnar and his realization. he saw you as someone who was essential for him to become a good king, and he always kept you in his mind even after becoming king, indirectly thanking you.

everything became more meaningful, chattering on to thorfinn comfortably about literally anything whilst travelling to another village, cooking with canute while he teaches you, training and sparring with thorfinn, fiddling with canutes hair, little things that made you happier than you were before. you used to maintain your perfection and live with your own company, but now you weren't completely on your own and surrounded by men you didn't fit in with.

you were aware of their dislike for one another, but you tried your best to stay in the middle and try to bring the three of you together. you didn't think it was possible to have been able to find something that interrupted your cycle of battle and your loneliness, because you had come to enjoy their company more and more when getting to know the two strange individuals, and they felt the same. both were overwhelmed and intimidated, and both learned to love you all the same.

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#vinland saga #thorfinn x reader #gender neutral reader #valhalla #valkyrie #canute x reader #vinland saga x reader #askeladd #thorfinn karlsefni x reader #x reader #anime #manga #king canute #vinland saga canute #war arc #love triangle #thorfinn thordarson #prince canute

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imvriix · 1 year

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I’m not sure if you know, but anonymous asks are off! Most people send in rqs anonymously, so turn them on if you want some more rqs :]

OH 💀

i was wondering why i suddenly stopped getting requests, idk why theyre off either because i dont remember turning anon asks off, but thanks for telling me lmao

anon asks are on now

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imvriix · 1 year

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𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

summary ;; — what seemed to be the work of a cute, innocent admirer soon became something much darker, something like obsession and addiction.

featuring + contains ;; — johan liebert x gn! reader. obsession. stalking. mentions of cannibalism. basically dark themes. reader is a college student

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you weren't sure if you were concerned, flattered, or scared. you figured you had attracted a stalker of some sorts, one that seemed scarily philosophical yet affectionate. if they didn't leave behind this heavy and almost scary aura along with the little notes or small gifts or random text messages, you may have found it sweet to have this secret admirer. they certainly had a way for words, and you may be crazy, but they excited you and you wanted to see who it was.

the first few times, you shook it off, unsure of what to think or say. its not like you could say much anyway, as they didn't leave a name, initial, alias, nothing. sweet, but straight to the point. the handwriting wasn't familiar, and sometimes they were typed up. you wanted to laugh, it felt so cliché, but you couldn't shake off this eery feeling, either. so if this was a stalker, not an admirer, they obviously had their ways to leave an impression even while not physically being there themselves.

you weren't sure if this feeling was forced onto you on purpose or not. did they want to make you feel like this? was it their intention to make you feel suffocated by their sweet words? every letter seemed to have a mysterious yet gloomy emotion imprinted into them, yet you may have been overthinking it. you made no move to find out who this was, and even if you did think it was a bit of fun to play cat and mouse with this person, you didn't care too much about it.

friends told you to get the police involved once it began to get personal. the reason that at first you thought this was an admirer was because these gifts started off as innocent and like just simple gifts. small things like asking your coworkers to give you some flowers, like sweet quotes from classic romances left at the café you visit ever other day. but slowly they became more and more disturbing, atleast to other people. it went from getting these small things on the outside of your life to everything becoming more personal, private and real.

you'd find these gifts inside your apartment, with scarily realistic details about you and your day as if they were personally watching you go about your life. they became stalkerish, and it no longer felt like something as innocent as a crush from far away.

you had gone to your college classes one day, finding that you had a substitute. you were glad, you never liked your professor. he was stuck up, and always gave off this impression that he thought he was simply better than everyone. you had expressed your dislike of him out loud to your friends many times, he was likely the worst teacher you had ever had in your entire education. although no one was aware of why he was not there that day, as he always made it a point to remind everyone of how important punctuality was, there were slightly gruesome rumors going around. ones of his death, a murder, a car crash, etc.

you remembered going home from college, finding food on your table. it had plastic wrap covering it, and it contained some sort of meat, it was still warm. it was evidence that it had not been too long since they had left, and it was a food with some sort of meat in it, and it came with a note, a question, " have you heard of shakespeares 'merchant of venice'?". you felt as if it was an indirect threat.

how could you eat something from this person? it could have been drugged, poisoned, or whatever else this psycho could have thought up. whether it was safe to eat or not, the gifts and notes were enough, and you wouldn't be able to function normally knowing you digested something from this stalker. something in you told you to eat it, the lack of any note putting you off. it was the most reasonable to not eat it and to throw it away, and you weren't that driven to insanity by this creep to the point of you actually thinking it'd be alright to eat. but even then, you couldn't shake this feeling off.

it was then that it occurred to you. snapping open your laptop, you searched for any recent murders or deaths in your area. and you weren't surprised when you saw the face of your professor. you scanned through the short descriptions, finding that a pound of flesh had been carved out.

now, what did he expect you to do with a pound of human flesh in your apartment? did he expect you to do something specific? maybe you should thrown it out, or even eaten it for gods sake. what options did you have, knowing you have a part of your murdered professor on your table? having this in your apartment was too much of a risk, and throwing it out wasn't ideal either, and there was no way in fucking hell you'd eat it yourself.

you waited till it was night, shoved on your coat and some gloves, put the 'food' in a plastic bag, and unlocked the door. you pushed it open, locking it behind you as you got out of the building. there was a specific area a few roads away, with lots of rabid dogs. you speed walked, not for the sake of no one seeing but because you wanted this to be over and dealt with.

there were many of them, and they barked and became visibly aggressive at the sight of you approaching. you sighed, pulling out the food from the bag. you took off the plastic wrap, and they became energetic at the smell and look of meat. you took a good few steps back as they got closer and closer to the plate, watching the meat be demolished within seconds.

you never really liked that professor anyway.

it became more like the behaviour of a stalker, a product of obsession. once you became aware of this change in behaviour, you began to wait it out, and in case you were being watched when you received these gifts, you tried to look as uninterested as possible. you weren't even sure if it was a change in behaviour, or if they planned to get worse and worse like this from the beginning. you decided to see if they would loose interest if you yourself seemed uninterested and unresponding.

there was the danger of angering them, but you decided to simply see where it would all go. at this stage, you were aware that the police were not a good option. you studied law and criminology, and this felt like some personal preparation for your planned field of work. if you couldn't figure this out yourself, could you even be sure you would able to proudly get a job where you would deal with psychopaths like this? although, you knew there was a line that you shouldn't cross, which was actively pursuing this person intentionally. you were aware that it was dangerous enough to go into this alone, if this truly was some sort of psycho.

once aware of them going to lengths like breaking into your apartment, you hid all these little things they gave you. excluding the few times you felt like you were being watched, where you threw away the notes you'd find due to how you decided to seem uninterested. there were dangers to this plan that you knew would come as consequences for playing around with this stalker like them becoming for eager, leading to even worse things they would do to try and get a reaction.

you were truly torn, but you were intrigued, and it outweighed your fear. when putting these gifts and notes and the circumstances and order in which you received them together, excluding the indirect gestures and acts done for you, the small hints, details and motives behind these individual things screamed at you that this wasn't some everyday obsessed stalker. they were too thought into, too planned out and calculated for someone of a mediocre intelligence.

but johan? he was enjoying every moment. he knew you had figured something out, that you became aware that there was some bigger motive behind this facade of an innocent admirer. johan may not be like a cliché admirer from the novels, but admire you he did. he loved watching your calculating eyes, he could practically see the cogs clicking and turning in your brain whenever you received one of his gifts. one of the many things he loved about you was your intelligence and your perspective on particular things. it was unique, and he would kill for a conversation like that with you. but it wasn't time yet, and he had to be patient before he could physically talk to you.

love is a strange thing for him. someone like him can't love, not really. but he can obsess, he can observe, he can analyse, and he can desire. and that was a fine substitute for love, but if he could love, he would for you. he was aware of your plan to act indifferent, as if this all held no place in your mind or thoughts, but johan isn't someone who you can shake off. he found it funny that you thought you could.

his favourite 'present' to you was likely the food. it was what would decide whether he would leave you alone, for the moment, or if he would continue this sick stalking obsession. if you ate, he would leave you alone. nothing would happen to you, besides the fact that you would have unknowingly consumed human flesh. if you had simply thrown it away, like any normal person, he would leave you alone. but it all depended on your reaction, and if it pleased him enough.

if you knew this, you would undoubtedly have taken the risk of throwing it away somewhere, along with if you thought it was normal food. hence the mention of shakespeares play. your reaction pleased him exceedingly so, and he had no intention of ending this little game just yet. you had proved you were worth his time and obsession, so he would get to you eventually.

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#johan liebert x reader #monster #anime #manga #monster x reader #the nameless monster #yandere #stalker #fanfiction #monster x gender neutral reader #monster anime #johan liebert #johan x reader

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𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢

summary ;; — he couldn't get enough of your voice, even if no one else seemed to have listened to your songs.

featuring + contains ;; — gerard jin x singer! gn! reader.

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gerard liked your voice. liked was an understatement, but his phone was always playing your songs from years ago. he stumbled upon you music a few months ago, and he couldn't stop listening. all the music had been uploaded years ago, and had attracted no attention. your music had flopped and you were part of the majority of the people that others on the internet had chosen to not pay any attention to, no matter your talent.

but he did though. he always had his earphones plugged into his phone, your songs playing on repeat. it was obvious you weren't really trying to go professional, just wanting to put your music out there. with just your voice and your instrument, you made the best peices of music he had likely ever heard.

he didn't even feel jealous, just in love with the sound of every little note and hum of your voice. your lyrics sounded like poetry, all fitting together and painting onto one big canvas in the mind of the listener. he thought you had the type of voice that lulled people to sleep, that gave them comfort and sounded painfully sweet and addictive.

you had around 12 songs uploaded, even though your account had no recognition. you seemed to have uploaded them around the same time, with only weeks in between each video, but as they had been a couple years ago, you had obviously stopped at some point. he wondered if you had stopped music altogether, or if you had simply stopped uploading, but he sure as hell hoped it wasnt the first option.

gerard even tried to search up your name of multiple music sites, trying to find you and see if you had anything else up on the internet, but to no luck. he felt disappointed, he was sure that he wouldn't be able to find any other pieces of music that seemed as unique to him as yours did. whatever he did during the day, he'd be listening to your music at the same time. when he was trying to sleep, at school, on a walk, on his breaks at work, whenever.

it got to the point that it was playing in his head even when he wasn't listening to your voice, so it felt like he was even if he wasn't able to. he would hum the tune of your song or whisper the lyrics to himself while he was working so he could focus better, as your voice cleared his mind and at this point he was addicted to doing daily tasks with your songs playing in the background.

and of course, he wasn't allowed to be on his phone while he was working, so replaying your music in his mind was the next best thing. what he didn't expect was for someone to sing along with him.

you heard the boy who worked the same part time shifts with you sing or hum under his breath at times, and you assumed he was into music. whenever he'd leave once his hours were over, he always had his earphones in. it made you smile whenever you saw how into music he was, knowing that you were the same.

but you were surprised when you heard him hum such a familiar tune, your mind wandering to try and think of why it sounded to familiar, until you were reminded that it was your own song. it had been so long, and you almost wanted to cry after remembering the slightly cheesy lyrics. but you enjoyed writing music, even if there was no one to hear it. well, you thought there was no one to hear it until this tall, music loving guy showed up.

your lack of views didn't discourage you, but you began to go back to writing songs and playing music in private. it was something that was always apart of life, something that was your escape.

you felt yourself hum along, and for a few moments, the two of you were lost in that old, nostalgic song. you both kept working while still complimenting one another's voices.

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𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯

summary ;; — he always saw you on the field of battle, yet no one else could. as he saw you more and more, his want to speak to you increased.

featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn (warrior arc) x gn! reader. contains slight fantasy aspects?? readers kinda supernatural? it isn't major but it's there. doesn't specify what the reader is.

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he didn’t know them, and they likely didn’t know him. all he knew was that he always saw them on the field of battle, carrying themself with an aura unlike any he had seen before. they looked like they were about to give a kind, gentle smile yet like they were about to start crying at the same time. they wouldn’t fight, and no matter where the battle was taking place or who it was against, they were there, observing. not with any evident look of interest, but a distant sadness yet they looked so tender.

it was like no one else besides him could see them. no one looked their way, no one even batted an eye to their direction, and they didn’t seem to mind. he hated how he couldn’t seem to reach them. at first, he was conflicted, wondering why someone was so calmly watching the bloodshed and not taking any action to leave. after the first few times, he wondered if he was hallucinating due to how no one else seemed to be aware of their presence.

the first time he had seen them, he didn’t know what to think. wandering the fields of the dead men, they were slow and took their time in your steps, eyes scanning over the fresh corpses of the men that had lost their lives in battle. he could barely see them, he was going back to askeladd and his men when he had seen them. they were far, but he could pick up on the swirl of emotion in their eyes. he could see it so clearly, but if you asked him to put it into words, he wouldn't be able to.

he had seen them earlier during the battle, but his eyes didn't linger for long, dismissing them as another 'warrior'. but now he had seen them so carefully wandering through the mass of dead flesh, the one word to come into his head was valkyrie. but this didn't make sense to him, if they were a valkyrie, then why could he see them? he had not lost his life in the war, so if you truly were a valkyrie, them shouldn't have appeared to him.

though he may have only seen them for a few moments before he had to leave, they remained on his mind for days afterwards. it was a few weeks until he had seem them again. due to the time in-between these two 'meetings', he was convinced he had made you up. that it was nonsense for someone to calmly walk through a battlefield with no one noticing, for them to walk through the bodies like they were walking through a field of flowers and not heaps of dead brutes. because of this mantra and how he cursed himself for ever believing such a stupid idea, he was frozen when he had seen them again.

he could barely focus on fighting, eyes always dragging themselves back to them, barely missing stabs of swords due to how distracted he was. he didn’t want to fight anymore, but he had to. because what else could he do? his eyes kept sweeping over them, and sometimes looking around to the other men surrounding him, wondering how no one could notice them and their gaze. they would disappear as soon as they came, being somehow present once the fighting begins and then leaving after staring at the soulless bodies resulting from the fighting.

after that first time, it felt like they followed him everywhere on the battlefield. wherever there was bloodshed, there was them, and wherever they were, there was bloodshed. after the first few times, he had to admit that he was curious and that he wanted to see them. he wanted to see them up close and ask, "why?".

why did they come to such places only to look at the fighting with such grief in their eyes? why did they stay on the sidelines? why didn't they just leave?

he tried to reach them, but one thing or another got in his way and messed up his chances of getting to them. but this time, he decided, this time he would get to them. he stayed behind, he didnt care if they left without him. he had only this on his mind for weeks, and he wouldn't be able to do anything else if he didn't get this over with. all he needed was for you to show up again, and for one of the first times in his life, he prayed that they would show up, and he prayed that he would be able to speak to them.

and he was so thankful that they were there. standing in the middle of everything, back towards him, emitting that same gentle yet painfully upsetting feeling. he rushed through the aftermath of the war, the bodies, blood, broken blades. but once he got closer to them, he felt himself get slower. he began to become hesitant in his steps, slowing and slowing the nearer he got. his heart felt like it was going to stop once he saw them begin to turn around.

he grit his teeth, he hadn't waited so long just to run away once he was in front of them. he couldn't even speak, everything that had been on his mind had left the moment their eyes settled on his. he wanted to turn and walk away, but again, he didn't want to regret leaving without a word, and his body wouldn't listen either way. he was stuck underneath the gaze of their eyes, and it was as if all the barriers he had learnt to put up over the years were no good anymore, that he couldn't hide even his deepest thoughts from someone like this.

a rush of wind passed the two of you, and your eyes slowly widened. the two of you stared and you felt like for once in your life, you didn't know what to do. he was in front of you, undoubtedly on guard yet slightly red and unable to carry on holding eye contact. but it didn't make sense, no man on the field of battle ever acknowledged you. you were simply there, lighting up the flame of bloodlust with your low tune. you didn't want to, you didn't want to encourage stealing the lives of others. but in life, many things happen that people don't want, such an death.

but you couldn't hide a small smile when your attention focused back onto the warrior in front of you. he said nothing and it seemed as if he could do nothing, and he felt stupid for coming up to you with no plan of what to do or what to say. what reason did he have for even wanting to see you?

though the reason for your silence wasn't that you were confused or judging or anything of that sort. you could see he wasn't at peace with violence, unlike all the other men that you had seen fighting before. he didn't care for riches or fame or valhalla. it was more than that, and you could see that. although you couldn't see what specifically it was he wanted or what made him so troubled, you knew that his purpose for life would be far greater than the average man on the battlefield.

he felt even more flustered seeing your small smile, half because he felt like he was being teased, and half because you were more inhumanely beautiful than he had imagined you to be.

you placed a hand on his cheek, moving forward to place a soft kiss on the other, near the corner of his lips. no words had been exchanged between the two of you, but your kiss would wish him long life, one where he would feel fulfilled and wouldn't have to continue living in a cycle of murder and death.

another gush of wind passed, and his eyes shut due to its harshness. but when they opened, he could no longer see you.

he placed a hand onto the cheek you had kissed for a moment, until he removed it and turned around, walking back to wherever askeladd and his men would be.

he had never seen you again after that.

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