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purerae · 8 months

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YANDERE!FEM DELINQUENT X GN!READER // PT1

req by ;; anon <3

warnings ;; love triangle, threats (not to reader), yandere behaviour, smoking, possessive behaviour etc, reader is student council president

a/n ;; there will be another part where it’s going to be a male delinquent x reader and there’ll be a love triangle <3!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who fell in love with you first yell when she saw you trudge over to her and her friends and berate them for littering and skipping class.. the smart outspoken student president matching with her, the confident rude delinquent? Its perfect!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who notices your smile dropping but quickly coming back when she walks up to you. ‘Cute.. they’re scared of me.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gets a bit shocked when she realises you’re not scared of her but see her as an annoyance? that’s perfect, she loves a good challenge <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gets detentions often so she can be ‘disciplined’ by you. the teachers honestly gave up on her so they forced the student president to ‘control’ her. unlucky for you babes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who grins when you scold her. Tilting her head with furrowed as she pretends to listen carefully to your words but all she is doing is analysing your face. Your eyes, your lips, the way you style your hair, the way how your uniform looks so tidy compared to hers. the way where she imagines it all off.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who scoffs as she sees you arguing with another delinquent, and the delinquent was one of her biggest rivals. Couldn’t you see how rude he was?! She would never do that to you!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who shoves past the kids who make fun of you for being too ‘stuck-up’. She reassures you that she finds it cute and they’re just stupid.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who roughly threatened a girl for sitting too close to you during class. So what you guys had a project due together? Didn't that weirdo know that you belonged to her??

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who knows she’s pretty, but no one hits her up due to her criminal activities and their fear of her. She uses it to her advantage. You could be her first everything <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gives you a necklace with her initials on it. Ordering for you to wear it. It looks expensive so you ask where’d she get it from. “Huh?! Don’t worry your pretty little head about it~ I got connections baby!”. she stole it from some random jewellery shop.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who forces you to skip a class to light a cigarette and then blow it into your mouth. You gasp loudly and she just giggles as she hears you cough up a fit. ‘So so adorable!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who love love loves seeing you flustered. constantly backing you into a wall, always making her friends sit by you in the cafeteria, winking slyly when you confront her about all of this.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who will make sure to make you hers. That pesky boy trouble maker is just a bump in her plan. No one compares to her. No one will be good for you, except her.

“Babe I barely hit him~ I just kissed his cheek with my fist!”

purerae<3

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meow-slays · 2 years

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#yande.re #yandere memes #yandere #actually yandere #irl yandere #tw yancore #tw yandere #yancore #yandere girl #yandere meme #yandere thoughts #yanderecore #girl yandere

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janisbuggybones · 10 months

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I'm gonna try out actually writing.

An Introduction to Janis

Cw: yandere, kinda messed up, s/h, religious imagery (kinda?), stalking, mind fuckery, gn!reader, trans girl yandere, drugging mentions. Idrk?

You don't know where she came from. Her red velvet eyes glowed against her ghostly appearance as she seemed to stare you down wherever you went. Her soft cold fingers always drifting over your body and pulling you out of your slumber in the middle of the night, leaving you drenched in sweat as if you saw a ghost. Maybe you did, there wasn't much making her look human after all, her freakishly tall stature didn't help her look human in the slightest, that pale ghost like skin that held against her bones ever so deliciously only made her look too gorgeous to be real, and those soulless eyes that bore into your very soul-

"Dear, are you okay?" She asked softly as she shook your shoulder gently, bringing you out of your thoughts. Here she was. Her red eyes glowed against the darkness of your room at the time. Her skin seemed to glow with what little light had been allowed. Your breath caught in your throat and your skin went clammy.

"S-stop" was the only word you could mutter in your terrified state. Her eyes went wide, scarily so. Eyes shouldn't go that wide....human eyes don't work like that.

"Darling?" She said confused, her innocent and delicate voice piercings through the agonizing static of your ears. "What do you mean?" She said softly as she put her hand on your face. Cold...freezing cold...it isn't like she's a ghost after all, with a ghost there's nothing to feel. She was real. The scars on her arms were real. The deep ribbons of red that decorated her pale ghostly arms were real. The blood that dripped onto your white sleep shirt was real. She was in here with you. She was in your bed. She had her hands on you. Her bloody, massacred excuses for limbs were touching your petrified face.

You come to your senses and slap her hand away. "G-get out! I'm tired of being terrorized by you!" You tear up in fear as you push her out of your bed. Your blood is pumping and heart beating erratically. Your senses are on fire as you look down to her. Her head was down, letting you see her straight perfect white locks only. That hair isn't normal, no human can grow their hair out like that, can they? I mean she's nearly 2 meters tall and her hair goes down to her ankles.

The room is left in a chilling silence as she looked up to you with a plain expression. No smile, no frown, no tears, not even the glow to her eyes she once had.

"D-darling?" She said confused like she had never been through this before. The pushing, the outburst of emotions that built up over time. Had she forgotten? Her eyes looked up for some kind of explanation to what happened, why in the world were you acting like this? Her dull voids of nothingness and dark red looked upon your face for an answer, finding none as you looked down at her crying.

You were sick of this, all this....all this....what? You looked down at her. Her hurt expression now becoming clear to you as you quickly get down to her and hug her tightly. Her frozen skin bringing a comfort to you as you cry into the crook of her neck.

"I-im sorry....i-im so sorry" you cried as she sat there nearly lifeless. Her body felt colder as you grabbed at her harder, feeling an everpresent melancholy as you begged for forgiveness at her hand.

She looked down at you with tears bubbling at her once pristine white lashes, now beginning to decay or so it seemed. "Darling....y-youre just so confusing" she sniffled confused as she brought her pristine white hands up to the back of your head to cradle you gently against her.

Then the faulty night light you had plugged in the day before finally cut on, leaving you alone. You hugged a corpse, she wasn't the same girl as the pale white girl you had come to love. No, she was someone you thought could replace her. She was a random girl picked up off the street in hopes of satiating your ever-present need for the pale white girl. Her suffocating love, her cold lifeless hands, her glowing terifying eyes, her deep bright red scars, her nails sharp as knives, you missed it all. You thought you could satiate your need with this fake but you were sorely mistaken.

She wasn't as tall, or as pretty, or as gentle, or as loving as her. She wasn't as pale, you bleached her skin to achieve that look to hold up your delusions. You made her wear wigs and contacts and even take vocal training to sound like her, but it was all for naught. She was a disgusting fake, a gross imitation of your goddess you had previously taken for granted.

You took her obsessive love for you for granted, her omniscient place in your life for granted. She kidnapped you, sure, but she had only shown you nothing but love. She kept you fed, clothed, cleaned, and even helped you to find hobbies to do with her.......until the day you escaped. The day you left your shared beautiful lake side house and ran until you made it back to civilization. You cried for help, pleaded to be saved from the maniac in the woods, just to find out she was never there. That house had been abandoned, having no one live there for the past 200 years appearantly and you? No one believed the ravings of someone gone out of their mind. Someone disheveled and looking drugged beyond human capabilities. But you never had any drugs? She never gave you any, apart from normal vitamins for your health that you willingly took after a while. Nothing changed after that though?

You cried, being brought back to the present. The corpse you held brought you to the brink of insanity. You needed her, she was the only person in the world that brought you the feeling of sanity. You shakily stood and began the disposal of the body as you made a plan. You would go back there. To that beautiful house with a scenic lake all hidden in thick pine trees. It was burnt into your memory, so it wouldn't be a challenge to find it.

You bagged up the body, a nice offering for her perhaps? Would she even accept you after all this? Was a gift enough? Maybe you should give her you? Then she'd love you again like before.

Despite the coldness of the winter night, you made your way out to your car. Snow piled against the top and sides, you never were one to drive much, lest you be led back to that hellhole of a place you're currently planning to go to. You put the body in the trunk with a sigh before shutting it and getting in the driver's seat. The leather sitting against your skin reminds you of her hands. You aren't wearing much, just a night shirt and short shorts. They leave so much room to feel her against your skin, making your skin crawl with discomfort. You start the car, but don't turn on the heater. You like the feeling of her touching you again. With her touches always came kisses and your favorite movies and snacks.

You sighed shakily before starting your drive on the lone roads towards hell. You swear you saw her as you drove, standing against the white snowed over trees. She barely stood out, but you knew she was there, watching you just as she had been before.

You eventually got there, after days of driving and driving. Sleep evaded you as you stayed on the road, desperate to see your goddess again. As you drove past the dead end signs you were finally brought a slight ease, she wasn't too far away. You parked and grabbed the bag with the body in it before beginning your trek to the hell of a house you left.

Your body ached in coldness as the little clothes you wore did nothing to help you, but you were too far gone to care. All you wanted was her to hold you again. You eventually came upon her house. The forest was pitch black, save for the lights emanating from her big lake house. It was the essence of modern vacation home that costed an arm and a leg. On the porch she sat, sipping a cup of steaming tea as she looked at the gracious snowfall within the range of light surrounding her house in the middle of the night.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you realize it's finally her. You're here with her again. Painful numbness spreads across your legs as you run to her ecstatically. "H-hey I'm back!" You find yourself finally saying as you look up to her from the steps. The body in the bag put in front of you as an offering, to your one and only goddess.

She looked down to you with the softest smile, she always had that smile with you. "Darling, you shouldn't have" she finally says after leaving you with an agonizing bated breath.

"D-do you accept it?" You ask with hope and optimism in your eyes as you dare to step forward.

"Of course dear! Take it to your old room and I'll get you warmed up" she smiled with soft pleasure as she encouraged you to take the body to the basement.

You obey, like a little dog, happy as you obey your goddess.

As you left, she let out the smallest giggle. It was all in her plan after all, to make you love her. It didn't matter it took so long, you're here now, and you love her. She sighed in happy content, a sip of her tea making her cheeks go rosy.

Janis Foster loved you oh so dearly, after all. She missed you oh so much, darling.

#yandere #yanderecore #irl yandere #yandere oc #ocs #original character #Janis Foster #tw yandere #yandere girl #girl yandere #trans yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere wlw #yandere gn #gn yandere

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fearyandear · 1 year

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Im close to passing out but before I do...

Violent, 'country-trash' butch lesbian that was obsessed with cruelly picking on you in highschool and mysteriously disappeared. You went on with life, good riddance, still trapped in that slow, stupid town with menial jobs. You recently moved out of your folk's home, and she pops into the convenience store you work at. Immediately locks eyes with you. And smiles.

She's taller, more rugged, awful and scarred. She's back for good. You're stuck in a perpetual hell of being stalked, mocked, hunted, and physically assaulted in a cycle without help. Little by little, it creeps up on you that these aren't the normal insults anymore.

She's gripping at stuff she shouldn't be and calling you an awful lot of prettier things than before. All this until finally, she breaks into your home for the final time and takes you to hers. She'll show you the things you've missed out on, and she'll create her fair share of new memories with you.

#yandere #yandere lesbian #yandere butch #butch lesbian #dark romance #obsessive love #obsessive #obsession #fear idea #yandere gf #yandere gl #girl yandere #yandere girl #yandere female #female yandere #butch

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 1 year

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1. The chosen one (Dark! Nicasia x reader)

*I am sorry for the inappropriate use that this text can present in English, I have translated it on google.

TW: Kidnapping, obssesive tendences.

Strange was the first word you thought of when you woke up in a cozy hammock of grass and things that only a qualified florist could determine. You didn't remember drinking or going to a party with friends. What's more, due to the sudden move to America, your number of acquaintances had gone down unbelievably.

You sat on the soft cloth body trying to re-create how you ended up there.

But nothing.

You felt your throat tighten from the fear that was beginning to rise deep in your chest. You waved your hands anxiously and focused on the sound of a waterfall in the distance, water trickling peacefully as travel magazines used to describe.

You didn't want to have a panic attack right now.

“You've awakened.”

You shook your head quickly.

In front of you was the most beautiful maiden you had ever seen. She had a well-kept braid, shiny, long and decorated with pearls, however, the most surprising thing was her blue hair. Her hair looked as if it had been treated in the best salons in New York, only for movie stars and celebrities.

“Yes?” You said numbly, the shock of seeing her took your breath away without knowing it.

She liked that reaction.

“My dear, you are with me now.”

Her tone didn't give you confidence.

“Who are you? Where I am? Because I am here? Are you from the mob?” Fear spread like fire with sticks.

"Calm down, little lily." Her voice was captivating, your muscles relaxed and your expression stopped being aggressive.

The mysterious lady approached you with steps similar to what she would take an angel, you hardly heard any noise and she had the poise of a model. Seeing her come towards you allowed you to observe her clothing, it seemed from those fantasy novels that you vaguely heard from your university classmates.

“You're mine.”

You stood up immediately.

"I don't even know who the hell you are!"

"Don't talk to me like that." To your surprise, your mouth closed as if by magic. “Little human, if you'd let me explain...” She didn't even bother to see your vague attempts to speak, “everything would be easier.”

"Well... talk to me," you said with great force, for some reason you couldn't insult her or raise your voice.

Her dark blue lips distracted you, but your willpower brought you back to reality.

“I am Nicasia, little lily, I am not a mortal like you. I'm not human and this is your new home.”

You took a few steps back, alarmed. It must have been some crazy, raving actress!

“Home? What are you talking about? Is it some kind of joke?”

"I can't joke…" she murmured vaguely before turning her attention to you. “I have chosen you as my consort, sweet lily. You should be proud.”

“What are you?”

The fear had escalated to the point that it was reflected in your voice. You thought about some kind of scandal related to kidnappings, any rumors to clear everything up and not have a panic attack right then and there.

"I'm a fairy, what's more," she proudly raised her chest, "I am the crown princess of the kingdom of waters and tides."

The expression on your face made Nicasia smile.

You were a limnologist, your passion had made you interact with the aborigines who lived near rivers in various parts of the Strait of California and the Mississippi. You heard legends of fantastic beings, of seductive women with long hair in shades similar to blue and green who used to take unsuspecting people to the depths.

"You're kidding," was the only thing you could manage. There was a strange tightening in your throat when you wanted to say "crazy".

You took a quick look around the place, noticing the magical landscape that surrounded you. The floor was made of sea stone that was curiously warm despite your worn boots, the walls themselves seemed to be made of flower buds, and a lot of precious objects further embellished the room.

"You'll have a hard time accepting it, but I'll show you."

To your surprise, a large amount of water came out of the large pink shell that served as a sink. Nicasia delicately moved her wrist and turned it into a gigantic drop.

That was enough to understand how screwed you were.

“I don't want any of this, really. Choose someone else, I… I'm not the one.”

The princess looked at you as if you had said something ridiculous. She shook her head and got as close to you as possible, leaving you between her and the hammock.

"Aren't you the one? I have not met any mortal more valuable than you. When my mother told me that she could start looking for a partner, I thought it was the most tedious thing in the world. I talked to almost every damn thing here looking for someone worthy to be my mate and found no one. Had it not been for my good friend Cardan, I would never have dared to go to the human world.”

She gave a dramatic pause and continued.

“Your world is chaotic, weird and uncomfortable, but I steeled myself and went on my way looking for someone special. I was persecuted by unworthy servants, naive stalkers...” Her gaze turned dark on hers. “human beings who seemed to be important because they were followed by devices called cameras. I was bored and decided to take a dip in an almost unknown river, no one would bother me there, the mud people know not to go near that area and that's when I saw you. You had a notebook and a pen in your ear, distracted you looked at the tides in the distance and you didn't notice my presence. You never did, that's what interested me. You weren't annoying like the others, you were smart…, generous and charming…” The crazy gleam in her eyes startled you. “I accompanied you both on your outings in the woods and around your beloved mortal school. A few moons passed and I realized that you were perfect. You are perfect to be a queen by my side.”

She took your hands without realizing the fear that invaded you.

"Please," you begged, holding back tears.

“Please what? sweet pearl.” Unaware of your fear, she stroked your chin. “You will remain with me forever, you will have power and riches, you will be my beloved companion forever. I will not let anyone hurt you, I will destroy all those who want to separate you from my side or seek to destroy you. No, I'm not going to allow even an unseemly look. You belong to me, lily, from the moment I saw you.”

"Leave me alone, I beg you."

The anxious pressure in your throat can no longer be ignored. It's too much information for your anxious mind.

“Why?” The tone of annoyance is not lost on you. “You should be thankful that he chose you! You were nobody out there and now you will be my wife! Isn't that a cause for joy, mortal?”

"I don't want to be your wife." You try to scream, but you can't. “I don't want to be anything of yours, put me back where I belong.”

“The only place you belong is next to me, is it so hard to understand?”

The roar it releases surprises you, your kidnapper is as precious as it is deadly.

“But don't worry” her look at you becomes more tender, “you just have to listen to my words...”

@nicasiaoftheundersea @nicasiaas @yandere-stan @yandere-daydreams @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @darkcharacters @thecruelprincess @thecruelcardan

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redmanifesting · 8 months

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I just want to be a victim of a jealous and lonely girl with me.

#yandere #yandere possessive #possessive yandere #possessive love #possesive love #possessive #yandere girl #yandere woman #girlfriend yandere #girl yandere #woman yandere

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yandereobsessedfreak · 10 months

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Am I worried bout him finding someone neeeeew?

Nope!~

I know im his #1 whether he likes it or not and our love is pure and Great!~

No girl can compete with meeee~

i'll stab them 1000 times til their bodies look like swiss cheese.

#yandere #yancore #yandere aesthetic #girl yandere #obessive love #obession #irl yandere

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yanderenekox · 2 years

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What's Insane In This World..

"What's insane is this world that won't let me and Yukki be together!"

I Was Practically Dead..

"I was practically dead, but you gave me a future. Yukki is my hope in life, but if it won't come true then I will die for Yukki, and even in death I will chase after Yukki."

#future diary #yuno gasai #Yukiteru Amano #tw yandere #girl yandere #lovesick #yandere love #anime

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tsukisanitysblog · 1 year

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🔪Valentine's Day Special♥️

[Deviantart Request] I do this for love- Molly and Laci

Request for "Ratchet-Halo:"

Los personajes le pertenecen, yo solo me encargué de hacer la escena de Gore, espero que les guste.

#yandere #girl yandere #gore #my bloody valentine #san valentin #amor

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eroguro-angel · 5 months

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The thought of harming you is both terrifying and arousing. I fantasize about breaking you down emotionally and physically, all while wanting to love and care for you softly.

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meow-slays · 2 years

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When he asks me where his "girl bestfriend" is

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bonniefront · 2 years

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* Yandere my beloved

* She's great. I love her

#my art #art #digital art #oc #original character #au #yandere bonnie #yandere #yandere girl #girl yandere

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fearyandear · 1 year

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Taking a Chancy: Beginnings

(An old story with old art lol)

In a medieval/fantasy setting, there is a kingdom whose pride is their military and their weapons. Chancy is an orphan living in this country. Luckily, she was placed in one of the better/upper class orphanages, and there, she got to prove her superior intellect at a young age. H er early achievements did not go unnoticed; a noble scholar took her in under his family name for the sole purpose of shaping her. Using her. She excelled brilliantly. And she made her masterpiece at the age of fifteen. She created a magical gas bomb that dealt serious damage to any surroundings. She was recognized and became a national asset.

Placed in a school for the elite to learn and start forming connections, she wasn't very popular. She's a cocky shit; she has no problem mocking people for their lower intellect when they try to ask for help, and not being born from a high-family, the noble teenagers despised her unshakeable pride. She couldn't care less about making an effort to 'fit in.' She was convinced that as long as she had her wits, the right people will bow to her...

Then she made her first big mistake. The newly improved gas she used to demonstrate to the scholarship council its effectiveness hasn't gone away in the time frame she had predicted it to. If it continued to linger, it would spread and be dangerous for the village below its cliff. Her position, she was reminded, is fragile. If she couldn't figure out how to make it disappear, she'd be put back in the slums. She was stressed. She was worked up. And the noble teenagers delighted in her anxious state. They went out of their way to mock her for it, to make things harder for her. They wanted to permanently teach her her place below them.

On a particular day where they took her notebook and made her chase them into the squire training grounds, she meets-

Delilah. A big dumb jock with a heart of gold.

Delilah is an upperclassman squire about to graduate; the firstborn daughter of the Rosatto family, known for their unrivaled skill in using the sword. They live by a chivalrous code they can never break, and she takes her legacy seriously. But this doesn't stop her from being friendly and warm. In this first meeting of theirs, she noticed how down Chancy was and she took a break from her training to take her to a more secluded location so the scholar could control herself without the eyes of the people who were waiting for her to break.

Seeing the younger girl in such a state left a mark in Delilah, and despite having a terrible memory for new people, shed recognize Chancy. Every time she sees her after this, her thoughts go, 'Aw, the cute but sad underclassman!', and as such, she can't help treat Chancy softly with the manners of a knight. Opening doors for her, moving things from her path, holding her books and equipment, asking how she's been, always mentioning that she looks cute that day. She's an all-around really nice girl. A nerd like Chancy never stood a chance. She is so smitten... but unfortunately

Delilah is engaged, and she's completely in love with him.

That's all I had art for from their childhood so far! There's A LOT more for their adulthood. I have most of their story outline written so I'll post that on a seperate date 👀

#yandere #female yandere #yandere girl #lesbian #lesbian yandere #yandere lesbian #medieval fantasy #sci fi fantasy #dark fiction #obsessive love #mad scientist #evil scientist #evil girl #yandere female #yandere gl #girl yandere

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 2 years

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1. Escogida (dark! Nicasia x reader!)

Extraño fue la primera palabra que pensaste cuando despertaste en una acogedora hamaca de hierba y cosas que solo un florista calificado podría determinar. No recordabas haber bebido, ni haberte ido a una fiesta de amigos. Es más, debido a la mudanza repentina a Estados Unidos, tu número de conocidos había bajado increíblemente.

Te sentaste en el suave cuerpo de tela intentando recrear nuevamente cómo acabaste ahí.

Pero nada.

Sentiste como tu garganta se tensaba por el miedo que comenzaba a nacer en el profundo de tu pecho. Moviste las manos ansiosamente y te concentraste en el sonido de una catarata a lo lejos, agua goteando pacíficamente como en las revistas de viaje solían describir.

No querías tener un ataque de pánico ahora.

—Has despertado.

Moviste la cabeza rápidamente.

Frente tuyo estaba la doncella más hermosa que habías visto nunca. Poseía una trenza bien cuidada, brillante, larga y decorada con perlas, sin embargo, lo más sorprendente era su cabellera azul. Su cabello se veía como si hubiese sido tratado en las mejores peluquerías de Nueva York, solo para estrellas de cine y famosos.

—¿Sí? —dijiste atontada, el impacto de verla te quitó el aliento sin saberlo.

Esa reacción le gustó.

—Querida, estás conmigo ahora.

Su tono no te dio confianza.

—¿Quién eres? ¿Dónde estoy? ¿Por qué estoy aquí? ¿Eres de la mafia? —el miedo se expandió como el fuego con leñas.

—Cálmate, pequeño lirio —su voz era cautivadora, tus músculos se relajaron y tu expresión dejó de ser agresiva.

La misteriosa dama se acercó a ti con pasos similares a los que daría un ángel, prácticamente no oíste algún ruido y tenía el equilibrio de una modelo. Verla venir hacia a ti te permitió observar su ropaje, parecía de esas novelas de fantasía que vagamente escuchabas por tus compañeros universitarios.

—Eres mía.

Te pusiste de pie inmediatamente.

—¡Ni siquiera sé quién demonios eres!

—No me hables de esa manera —ante tu sorpresa, tu boca se cerró como por arte de magia—. Pequeña humana, si me dejaras explicarte…—ni siquiera se molestó en ver tus vagos intentos de hablar—, todo sería más sencillo.

—Pues, …háblame —dijiste a duras fuerzas, por alguna razón no podías insultarla o levantar la voz.

Sus labios de un color celeste oscuro te distrajeron, pero tu fuerza de voluntad te devolvió a la realidad.

—Soy Nicasia, pequeño lirio, no soy una mortal como tú. No soy humana y éste es tu nuevo hogar.

Retrocediste unos pasos, alarmada. ¡Debía de ser alguna actriz desquiciada delirante!

—¿Hogar? ¿De qué estás hablando? ¿Es una especie de broma?

—No puedo bromear…—murmuró vagamente antes de centrar su atención hacia ti—. Te he escogido como mi consorte, dulce lirio. Deberías de estar orgullosa.

—¿Qué eres?

El miedo había escalado al punto de que se reflejó en tu voz. Pensaste acerca de algún tipo de escándalo relacionados a secuestros, cualquier rumor para aclarar todo y no sufrir un ataque de pánico allí mismo.

—Soy un hada, es más —orgullosamente levantó su pecho—, soy princesa heredera del reino de las aguas y mareas.

La expresión de tu rostro hizo sonreír a Nicasia.

Eras limnologa, tu pasión te había hecho relacionarte con los aborígenes que vivían cerca de ríos por diversas partes del estrecho de California y del Misisipi. Escuchaste leyendas de seres fantásticos, de seductoras mujeres con melenas de tonos similares al azul y verde que acostumbraban a llevarse a incautos a las profundidades.

—Estás bromeando —fue lo único que pudiste articular. Había un extraño apretón en tu garganta cuando querías decir: “loca”.

Diste una rápida ojeada por el lugar, notando el paisaje mágico que te rodeaba. El suelo estaba hecho de piedra marina que curiosamente era tibia a pesar de tus desgastadas botas, las paredes como tal parecían hechos de capullos de flor y un montón de objetos preciosos embellecían aún más el cuarto.

—Te costará aceptarlo, pero te lo demostraré.

Ante tu sorpresa, de la gran concha rosada que servía de lavadero salió una gran cantidad de agua, Nicasia movió delicadamente su muñeca y la convirtió en una gota gigantesca.

Eso fue suficiente como para entender lo jodida que estabas.

—Yo no quiero nada de esto, de verdad. Escoge a otra persona, yo… yo no soy la indicada.

La princesa te miró como si hubieras dicho una ridiculez. Negó con la cabeza y se acercó lo más posible de ti, dejándote entre la hamaca y ella.

—¿Qué no eres la indicada? No he conocido a ninguna mortal más valiosa que tú. Cuando mi madre me dijo que podría empezar buscando una pareja, pensé que era lo más tedioso del mundo. Hablé con casi todos los condenados seres de aquí buscando a alguien digno de ser mi consorte y no hallé a nadie. Si no hubiese sido por mi buen amigo Cardan, nunca me hubiese atrevido a ir al mundo humano.

Dio una pausa dramática y continuó.

—Tu mundo es caótico, extraño e incómodo, mas me armé de valor y seguí mi camino buscando a alguien especial. Me persiguieron indignos sirvientes, ingenuos acosadores…—su mirada se tornó oscura—, seres humanos que parecían ser importantes porque los seguían aparatos llamados cámaras. Estaba aburrida y decidí dar un chapuzón en un río casi desconocido, allí nadie me molestaría, los de barro saben que no deben de acercarse en esa zona y allí fue cuando te vi. Tenías una libreta y un lapicero en tu oreja, distraída mirabas las mareas a la lejanía y no notaste mi presencia. Nunca lo hiciste, eso fue lo que me interesó. No eras molesta como los otros, eras lista, generosa y encantadora…—el brillo desquiciado en sus ojos te asustó—. Te acompañé tanto en tus salidas en los bosques como en los alrededores de tu amada escuela mortal. Pasaron algunas lunas y me di cuenta de que eras perfecta. Eres perfecta para ser una reina a mi lado.

Tomó tus manos sin darse cuenta del espanto que te invadía.

—Por favor —suplicaste, conteniendo las lágrimas.

—Por favor, ¿qué? dulce perla —ignorante de tu miedo, te acarició la barbilla—. Permanecerás eternamente conmigo, tendrás poder y riquezas, serás mi amada compañera para siempre. No dejaré que nadie te haga daño, destruiré a todos los que quieran separarte de mi lado o busquen acabar contigo. No, no pienso permitir una mirada indecorosa siquiera. Me perteneces, lirio, desde el momento en que te vi.

—Déjame sola, te lo ruego.

La presión ansiosa en tu garganta no puede ser ignorarse más. Es demasiada información para tu ansiosa mente.

—¿Por qué? —el tono de molestia no se te escapa—. ¡Deberías de estar agradecida que te haya escogido! ¡No eras nadie allá afuera y ahora serás mi esposa! ¿No es eso motivo de alegría, mortal?

—No quiero ser tu esposa —intentas gritar, pero no puedes—. No quiero ser nada tuyo, devuélveme a donde pertenezco.

—Al único lugar que perteneces es a mi lado, ¿es tan difícil de entender?

El rugido que suelta te sorprende, tu secuestradora es tan preciosa como letal.

—Pero no te preocupes —su mirada se vuelve más tierna—, solo tienes que escuchar mis palabras…

@nicasiaoftheundersea @nicasiaas

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