#yandere apocalypse
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Yandere Radioactive Apocalypse
The constant upset and warring provinces have prepared the world for the worst. Before the blowout, many thought it wise to pay for a bunker for the oncoming atomic apocalypse. Most of the population couldn’t afford to do so, let alone believe that it would be needed.
They’d be wrong.
Whether you are one of the unsuspecting public or a passive believer, average day life doesn’t have you safely tucked in a bunker when the initial alarms go off. You are smooshed against others in a large crowd all watching and listening in awe. But the moment one person screams it's all over. The crowd twists and turns pulling you in no specific direction. As the final alarms ring out an arm pulls you through the chaotic crowd and into a bunker full of others reeling at the recent events. So here you find that you are trapped safely in the stifling and well-furnished Atomic Bunker.
“Who pulled me in here?”
“Does it matter! You survived the initial blast, didn’t you? Ungrateful twat.”
“No need to be hostile, little brother. It's natural to be vexed after watching the world end. Right in front of you.”
“Oh, all those poor souls!”
“My lady, your handkerchief.”
“My baby! My baby! I didn’t grab them! Oh, my poor baby!”
“There there, we’re all very shaken up—”
“B-b-b-but y-y-y-your still smiling—.”
“We are all dealing with the pain in different ways. But let's all take a breather and relax.”
“You don’t sound all that upset to me either.”
“I can say the same thing to you, but I guess you’re just happy to be off the streets, right?’
“Oi!”
Hearing the cacophony of such a colorful cast distracts from the initial fear. Their voices remind you that you're not suffering like the rest of those unfortunate people. They allow you to cry with an audience of fellow mourners and those who can keep calm easily. Before you can let the silence set in, they pull you back with their bickering. It's always either one or two of them that is always voicing their concerns. There’s always a voice of reason, something you’re grateful for as you desperately search for a distraction.
“Everyone! I believe introductions are in order! I am the middle child of the Penz household as well as the main manager of the bunker.”
With a blonde head of hair and a funky sense of style, his smile persists. Uvil Penz is an interesting guy as you’ll come to find. Aside from smiling during the ongoing onslaught of atomic warfare he always has a way of looking on the bright side for better or worse.
“Oh, my baby!”
“Now please miss dry your tears, there are plenty of toys down here to distract yourself with.”
His optimism is surely unique as you can’t quite place where it may stem from. On one hand, you could see it as an unemotional response with an attempt to soothe. But you’ll see him laugh genuinely or offer insight into a person’s emotions. On the other hand, it may come from a sly condescending perspective. It fits right along with his brothers’ behavior. But the way he works to compliment you often, attempting to keep your spirits high, or how he’ll make a request for your favorite foods to be scavenged makes you think otherwise.
“(Y/n)?”
“Huh? Uh yeah?”
“Did ya know: you’re gorgeous even with those tear streaks on your face.”
“What?”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I think you really needed to hear that now.”
Or maybe that’s just you because you have a hard time believing Uvil trying to be soothing when he’s smiling widely after making someone cry. But it's hard to be decisive about liking or disliking the blonde as he could very well be the one who grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. On top of that, he allows everyone to stay even as opportunity knocks on the bunker door. As long as you don’t mind his ever-present smile and disconnected sympathy life will be great.
“I, Uvil Penz welcome you to the Penz bunker. Now little brother, go on. Introduce yourself.”
“Eugh! Get off me! Ugh, my name’s William and I know this bunker better than anyone else. So better learn to respect me!”
He’s certainly not like his brother. At least not on the surface. With black short hair and a disgusted sneer constantly on his face. He doesn’t bother comforting anyone at least not in the typical way. Any advice or comfort is said through gritted teeth or with an annoyed click of his tongue.
“Look, if yer gonna keep crying do it in one of the soundproof rooms. You're bothering those of us who want to think!”
Not to mention he’s the first to point out your insecurities or make fun of you for grieving at all. Don’t worry you’re not the only one, he goes just as hard if not harder on everyone else. Making sure everyone is well aware that the whole group knows of their problems. Usually snickering or outright laughing at whoever he’s decided to victimize. At one point, everyone will be annoyed with him. As much as he loves to boast about it he is the only one who knows how to maintain the bunker.
“Gosh, you are such a pain in the–”
“Don’t forget who knows how to start up the generator…so unless you want to enjoy life without lights, you’ll put your fists down.”
“Ugh! Fine.”
“Thank you…meathead.”
“YOU LITTLE-”
Despite his arrogance, his snarky jabs, and the weirdly endearing way he seeks you out the atomic apocalypse wouldn’t be the same without him. For as annoying and degrading as he may be, he’s still willing to share his switch with you when you’re feeling particularly bored. Making sure you can’t see his face when he pokes the controller against your cheek.
“Come on. You’re bored aren’t you?”
“You…want me to play with you?”
“Well duh! So…are you?”
“I-I’d love to!”
Not to mention he knows the cheat codes to all the games in the arcade room. And if you do him small favors he’ll share his limited edition ramen with you. Now he may ask for your undergarments or your toothbrush but that’s nothing in the endless days spent in the bunker. After all, it's better than the atomic aftermath out there and according to the only Penz willing to go out there, you wouldn’t last a day.
“Well, my introduction’s done. Marc!”
“Yeah yeah, ‘sup everyone. I’m Marco.”
The eldest of the Penz brothers is concerningly nonchalant from the very beginning of your stay in the bunker. With his girlfriend on his arm and an easy-going attitude, he doesn’t really bother to comfort anyone other than her. Except maybe you.
“Hey didn’t take you for a late-night snacker. You okay?”
“I’m—fine, excuse me.”
“Whoa whoa, lil’ bunny. Don’t run away just yet, the wolf has questions.”
“Please just–I’ll go back to the room.”
“Nah-ah sit bunny.”
“But you took the only chair.”
“Right here, bunny. We’ve got all night.”
Supposedly, he was quite the womanizer before he got with his current girlfriend. Will makes a point to mention it anytime anyone you is found flustered or flattered by his attention. Even so, he doesn’t let that stop him from caging you against the bunker walls to ask for something. Or teasing you when he retrieves something from outside the bunker.
“Come on just grab it.”
“Why are you holding it there? Just hand it to me normally!”
“So rude. I don’t feel like complying with a fussy bunny who doesn’t use their words.”
“Ugh! Fine. Please just hand it to me normally.”
“Ha no.”
“WHY NOT?!”
“It’s perfectly fine just grab it, babe. I don’t mind if you touch me along the way.”
For all his teasing and carefree behavior, he’s a good scavenger. Able and willing to brave the atomic wasteland when the bunker needs supplies. He’s strong and prepared to take on any unruly travelers who come by or intervene during scavenger hunts.
He’s not all that opinionated when it comes to debates in the bunker. More excited to grab a snack and watch the chaos unfold. Smiling lightly as things get heated and tensions rise. In that way, he’s like an idle NPC but the second his boundaries are crossed then you have to deal with the rare and angry Will.
“C-calm down Will…y-your not going to k-kill him right?”
“He’s the one who thought inviting our bunker-mates to play in that wasteland was a good idea.”
“Honey, it’s okay! (Y/n) didn’t actually go, right? So it’s okay, right Fin?”
“Yes, my lady is correct.”
It’s just better for everyone that no one gets on his bad side. And that everyone doesn’t mess with the things that make him happy: His peace, his girlfriend's peace, and your peace the happiness of specific bunker mates.
“Oh yeah, this my girl.”
“Um hello everyone. My name is Aria, Aria Mensloth. Marco was the one who brought me here.”
“Lucky you, I bet he’s the only one willing.”
“...Oh uhm yes I am quite grateful. I hope we can all get along.”
Aria is the sheltered blue-haired girlfriend of the eldest Penz brother. Opposites attract because, despite his immense uncaring personality, she’s generally more caring. Trying to check up on everyone she can even if her privileged life brings more misunderstandings than intended.
“You seem upset, is it perhaps because you skipped breakfast this morning?”
“Uh no.”
“Oh well, for me this is a bigger change from the usual three-course breakfast I’m used to.”
“Okay…”
“Do you not know what that is like?”
She has the best intentions but she’s still learning. Too bad for her the ones in this bunker she is familiar with don’t bother correcting her or informing her unless directly asked. Her boyfriend would sooner chuckle and play with her hair than fill in the blanks. Her butler refuses to say much else than what is needed. So guess who she decides to attach herself to? You, of course. You're the most normal lovely bunker mate around and you don’t immediately insult her when she seeks to shadow you as you navigate your life in the bunker.
“Ah, so you pick your own clothes out. How fascinating!”
“Uhm Aria don’t you do the same?”
“Oh no, my butler picks everything out for me. It’s always been that way.”
“Oh…Would you want to try picking out your own clothes, sometime?”
“For myself? Oh no, I’m far too inexperienced….but maybe I could help pick out your outfits!”
“Wait–”
“Does that sound like a good idea, Butler Fin? Can we do it?”
“I see no problem with that my lady.”
“Oh good!”
As Will’s girlfriend, she’s an important person to keep happy. Wouldn’t want to deny her, especially when her beloved boyfriend is working so hard for the rest of the bunker. Not to mention her butler with an ominous gaze who is more than willing to exact her every wish. No matter how invasive it is to your privacy. You’ll have to be careful with your words. Wouldn’t want to make her cry...right?
“Aria, don’t.”
“Ari! Call me Ari!”
“Ari sorry okay! I just don’t want to bathe with you, so please get off.”
“Y-you’re not trying to leave me, are you?! Didn’t Uvil tell us not to waste any supplies!? So please let me join!”
For as pushy as Aria can be, calling her out on her behavior or offering to tattle on her to her boyfriend usually gets her off your back. But where she lacks persistence, her butler makes up for it.
“Hello everyone, I am the Mensloth Butler Finster. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Finster or Fin, is like any depiction of a dutiful butler come to life. Even with the threat of the atomic apocalypse, he’s still maintaining his mistress throughout. He doesn’t talk much outside of responding to Aria and occasionally the Penz brothers.
“...”
“Look butler-man, if you’re goin’ to make breakfast why not feed us all?”
“...”
“Butler Fin.”
“Yes, my lady?”
“Can you make breakfast for Will, (Y/n), and me?”
“Yes, of course, my lady.”
“Wow….really?!”
You’ll find when he’s alone he can speak without addressing his mistress only when he wants to. But he seems to enjoy your company, especially during the night cycle when Aria is fast asleep. He smiles openly with you, cracking jokes about the day he appeared numb to before.
“Well, it seems as though you were right about them. Fighting with each other like chickens in a coop.”
“Right? I thought I’d be the only one who noticed.”
“Please your observations are hardly wrong, it helps that we can talk like this with each other. Helps us remember how to communicate. I really appreciate that you’re willing to.”
“Oh uh, no problem I like talking to you too..”
“No, thank you (Y/n). I doubt I could hold any level of sanity if it weren’t for you.”
When push comes to shove, he is capable of holding his own in a debate. His actions can be interpreted as that of a selfless and devoted butler. But it can also be read as that of someone with their own agenda—something practically impossible to decipher by his behavior alone.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for (Y/n) to leave the bunker, either.”
“Y-your actually s-s-speaking? On your own?”
“Well, I bet it’s only because he wants his master lady to not cry like a baby!”
“Was that your intention, Finnster?”
“...My lady, is my top priority at all times.”
It’s a nice illusion though, that he’d be a somewhat normal character, considering he’s often the only one whom you can hold a normal conversation with, without walking away thinking he’s obsessed with you. But his actions do. Oftentimes, watching his behavior without his explanation would make anyone worry.
“Excuse me?”
“I just wanted to ask about you pushing Aria that one time. Why would you do that?”
“Push? Push?! Oh no you’ve got it all wrong, I was attempting to support her back as we looked at the sewer. She did lose her footing but as you saw Marco and I caught her all the same.”
“Oh okay sorry, for misjudging.”
“It’s fine, though I’d be quick to forgive if you joined in some baking with me.”
Always good at conversation, and always willing to help, Butler Finn is a friend to confide in. Someone to talk to about the odd behaviors and conversations you've had with others. One of the other ones you can talk to about this would be your resident walking encyclopedia.
“H-h-h-hi e-e-everyone I’m S-S-Simpson G-G-g-gron, Will b-b-brought me here.”
He’s like a stereotype incarnated, listing off all sorts of facts you would have never found yourself dedicated to remembering. With a stutter at the beginning of every sentence, Simpson refuses any sort of leadership, very similar to Will’s approach. Rather than having a bonafide position to argue when debates happen he prefers to chime in with what he knows for sure.
“Look, the sooner we head out. The sooner we can all actually eat something real.”
“But you realize what the risk of leaving may mean, right?”
“The world burned away! Yeah, I got it.”
“A-a-a-actucally I think Uvil sir is r-r-referring to radiation posioning.”
“What?!”
“The atomic b-b-b-bomb is not only the bringer of destruction, b-b-b-but a disease bringer.”
When he’s not bringing up important information he’s hanging around Will, stuttering a lot less and talking technically with one another. While Will is prickly, he’s able to properly articulate what he knows while also hurting your feelings. Simpson on the other hand…just can’t. It’s something you’ll try working with him on but once he gets going he just can’t stop.
“Okay let’s try this—why should I consider learning code?”
“Well…i-i-it’ll help y-y-y-you understand the programs you use the m-m-m–m-m-most?”
“Good. Now how so?”
“Well..learningtheintricaciesofcodingwillnotonlyallowyoutomanipulateyourownprograms–”
“Okay—now hold on–”
“Butintheendlearningthecodecsnotonlyallowanyonetoknowthesourcesofthewebsitesthatfunctionwithai–”
“Hey-wait!”
“IsitnotwisetolearnwhattheoneswhowillsurvivethistragedyworkthroughyoureyeslookasenchantingaseverAnywaythereallanguagetheyworkwithnowisbinarycodebutthatshouldn’tbe.”
“And there he goes.”
The real advantage of this though is his ability to return the favor of listening to his rambles. He happily listens to yours and comes with questions you’d only find yourself answering in an imaginary interview. But the adoring indigo-green gaze behind those iconic square glasses makes it impossible not to appreciate him. Not to mention, he and Will are the only two who religiously compete with you in the arcade room.
“Ack–that move is illegal!”
“Actually it's quite the opposite, really. This is the rule within the actual manual of the game’s lore–”
“Yeah, (Y/n) don’t be a crybaby you didn’t do your studying.”
“But you hid all the gaming manuals from me!”
“Well, you are the one who bet something unspecified of yours. It would be unwise not to sabotage you.”
“Ack-! To be admitting it so openly!”
“No use lying about our tactics now that we are guaranteed a win.”
As the most obvious voice of reason, it isn’t a bad idea to be in his good graces. It also makes it harder to believe your own observations when you listen to his. Able to look at the bigger picture while you only have your snapshot or so he says.
“But doesn’t this kind of product, have dire consequences for eating past the expiration date? And wasn’t there some craze about the aphrodisiac effects it has?”
“That’s a widely spread misconception, the craze was actually about the dopamine rush from the expired product.”
“Really? I’m pretty sure I remember the fanfics celebrating the stuff.”
“You are mistaken!”
“Uh okay.”
So if there’s anyone to rely on it’d be him. He may not be able to care for you as well as some of the others in the bunker. Or be as concerned as others but he’s trying his best. Of course, others may not even heed any of his efforts. Then again some of them hold themselves very highly.
“Oh, my baby!”
“Miss are you okay to talk or–”
“My name’s Henrietta Spitz! What’s your name?”
“Uhm (Y/n).”
“(Y/n)! Oh (Y/n) I’m so sad!”
Henrietta is probably one of the oddest characters in the bunker. Known as the distraught young mother who was dragged in by one of the…good samaritans within the bunker. If you aren’t swallowed by grief you’ll be swallowed by hers because she doesn’t let anyone forget what she’s gone through.
“Wahhh~(Y/n) can I sleep with you?!”
“Uhm why would you need to?”
“I used to sleep with my baby at night. It’d just help me loads if your warm soft body next to mine.”
“Just like your…baby?”
“Yes, just like them~!”
But when she’s not wailing into your chest about her lost child, she’ll start up with a new…grieving routine. One that revolves around you drinking her milk…right from the tap that is. You want to argue with her–put a stop to this weird practice that she seems deadset that you be the only participant. But she cries aaalllll the time. If she isn’t set on fussing over you or forcing you to ‘help’ her grieving she whines and screams bothering everyone in the bunker. So you’ll take one for the team…right?
“I-I have milk for everyone!”
“ We have rations Miss so it's not an issue.”
“B-b-but we might run out! It’ll stop coming if it’s not drunken up!”
“Then perhaps the breast pump you had in your bag would be helpful.”
“B–b-but to keep this up I need to have a hungry mouth on there. It just won’t be the same.”
On top of that, her fleeting sadness for her child seems to conveniently leave her countenance the second it’s too inconvenient. It’s not all that obvious at first, easily being written off as her healing grief. But when she uses it for her own agenda so obviously it’s a little hard to take her seriously.
“STOP CLINGING TO (Y/N)!”
“Nooo! I want them to spend time with me!”
“It isn’t healthy to keep them locked up in your room like this. And (Y/n) you want to leave, don’t you? Finally, get to stretch your legs?”
“Yeah, I–”
“You can’t!”
“Why not?”
“I-I-I-My baby!?”
“What?”
“If you leave, the thoughts of my baby will come back and I just can’t bear it. (Y/n) please!”
Some will argue that what she’s doing is projecting her idea of her baby onto you. That she’s stuck in a psychosis that revolves around the one who she feels is meek enough to baby. But a grieving mother who would be projecting wouldn't do what she does. Everyone grieves differently but it’s the nature of her advancements that might lead anyone to suspect she’s not as motherly as she seems.
“Oh~(Y/n)~!”
“Yes?”
“Did you know something else my baby did?”
“Uhm what?”
“They’d let me wash them all over. And give kisses to me–”
“Okay.”
“On the mouth with an open mouth!”
“Okay? And?!”
It raises some concerning questions and speculations about her story. And how she was able to make it inside the bunker when everyone separately admits they did no such thing as lead her in. Or how she often mixes up the name of the child she seems so stuck on grieving.
At the end of the day, she’s friendly to you…and maybe only you. She’s quick with her own insults the second anyone goes to question her or make their suspicions known. That and she seems to wryly refer to some hidden piece of information that keeps everyone from encroaching on her behavior.
With all that being said. She’s definitely not one to forget for her attention to you, barely rivaled by the self-appointed scavenger and protector of you+ the bunker.
“I’m Grant and that’s all you need to know for now. I’ve got questions.”
“Ask a way, Grant.”
“Why do you even have this big of a bunker?”
“Is it so bad that we thought of comfort before the world’s end?”
“...I don’t buy it.”
If there was someone you’d expect to be the main character of some dystopian novel it’d be him. Cynical, confident, and muscled like no other, he becomes the bunker’s prime protector. Despite openly not trusting the Penz brothers he is the first to demand they do something when problems arise. While he’ll sooner croak than admit he relies on them, he does often light the fire for action from the prickly trio.
“So what are you going to do about this?”
“Hm? Are you acknowledging me as the leader now?”
“No, but if everyone else has already I’d rather not rock the boat.”
“How benevolent of you!”
“Grrr.”
Hotheaded but not impulsive Grant becomes a significant facet of the group. Especially since the bunker needs more supplies. Brave and bold enough he’s willing to dawn the Hazmat suit and venture into the rumored wasteland that remains. It helps that he goes out of his way to help you settle and find your stance as the world goes through change.
“Hey. Here's some of the stuff I brought back. From the address you gave me.”
“Grant! This is-! I’m so surprised it even survived!”
“There wasn’t too much left but it was small enough and I thought it would survive the cleaning process.”
“Grant, really thank you!”
“...I-it’s no problem, you’re just lucky the blast didn’t damage it all too much.”
You’ll find he’s a compassionate guy at heart hardened by some terrible past he occasionally alludes to. But that harsh exterior tends to make up most of his image. Which can often lead to the group having…misconceptions about his personality.
“For a stupid delinquent that guy’s awful complex.”
“Speak for yourself! He keeps trying to tell me what to do!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah! He said the time I spend hanging out with (Y/n) is unhealthy! What a nosy brat, criticizing my grieving process.”
“...Whatever."
The animosity for certain members of the bunker would become all too clear for you as the days pass. Such behavior is natural for those trapped in the same tight quarters. The same tight quarters that you can’t seem to leave; forced to watch these characters destroy themselves as they fight over something you.+
“Oh, guess it's my turn my name’s–”
“We’re happy you're here (Y/n).”
“Yes, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you!”
“Nice to make your acquaintance.”
“We are all happy to meet you, (Y/n)!”
“Pft, suck-ups. Welcome, I guess.”
“I-I-I-I-I hope w-w-we can be close.”
“Oh (Y/n), you remind me so much of my lost little love! C’mere!”
“Hey Guys! Give them space!”
The coming months will certainly be almost as chaotic as the world’s declining state. With your new family den of lions, surely there’s a sliver of a chance that you’ll thrive in the radioactive apocalypse.
It’s best you start documenting your adventure now….
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Yandere backrooms idea: you are fleeing from the latest abomination, monstrosity, or other manner of creature when you stumble through a wall or portal that looks exactly like the one you entered the backrooms through. You're right back where you started. You're so relieved, you almost don't notice the little details that don't add up. Electronics missing cords. The carpet is the wrong texture. The blurred view out the windows. Maybe you're finally tipped off when you get to the front door and find that it won't budge no matter what you do-- it's built into the wall. The sound of static, a familiar noise in the backrooms, fills your ears as you turn around. The entity staring at you smiles as you meet the dull "eyes" of the mockery of a human form it decided to take. Just like your home, it was only the creature's best approximation. It had you backed into a corner now, advancing with its too-sharp grin as your ears rang. No escape. No escape. It caught you in its web, it's not going to let you go. Oh, how they do hope you enjoy the human nest they made for you. After all, you're never leaving again.
You don't believe the door is right there in front of you. There’s no way, no fucking way salvation is just there and for the taking. Somethings wrong, the hallways became too still but Jesus there’s still that feeling that something is watching you, and it makes fear crawl all over your body as if you’re on the verge of running off again to avoid whatever was behind you.
Something is here and fuck, You don’t know what to do. What you do know is if you turn around You’ll find what’s making your senses overloaded and on the verge of self destruction, and Jesus Christ you wouldn’t survive facing that thing. So, forward it is. Turning around right now is a death sentence.
You step lightly into your kitchen, not daring to call out to your family. No, something tells you to be silent. That something like that could harm them. The majority of it looks the same as you left- was the outlet always that weirdly shaped? Does it matter? Fuck it, keep moving forward, that eerie feeling of you being watched isn’t going away if you stand still.
You take another light step, and then another, feeling like a being was right behind you and you're surprised you didn’t just break down crying as you managed to flick on a light. Every step was agony, fear taking over your body as you slammed your eyes shut and flipped the switch, the breath of another being brushing against your shoulder like it was just hovering over you.
You expect a blood bath, a dead corpse, anything to make your paranoia worthwhile but no. Nothing. Everything looks the same. Perfect. Too perfect. The sink is too shiny and the lights had no dead bugs in the bowl, the counter even seemed spotless with no noticeable nicks and cracks from the use over the years. What does it matter? This had to be home, right? Why else would the room be so big and so…quiet?
Huffing out a breath, you rub your hands down your face feeling like you’re about to throw up. Water sounded amazing right now. Like it would make everything go away and you could just relax and forget the past few events even happened. You head to the kitchen sink to grab a drink of water, settle your nerves and maybe think about taking some anxiety meds you keep for emergencies.
Maybe you really had made it back? Maybe you’re just shaking from the terrible experience the whole- whatever that place is- did to you. A working sink? That’d never be in that place! Right? It’s just…so still. Not even a breeze from outside, which oddly enough didn’t seem real to you. Just a dark window with nothing beyond it, but perhaps that’s just the adrenaline talking? But not even a shadow or even a cricket chirp…How odd.
As you sip, the water cooling your body and making your heart rate drop just a bit, your eyes dared to look up to the window above the basin, and your heart stops in your chest as you meet the same inhuman eyes from the endless hallways
The being just shows its unnatural smile, grinning wide and uncanny as a voice right behind you croons “Do you like it? I worked so hard to make this nest perfect. Now you won't have a reason to leave”
-Mommabean (Sorry mine was kind of short, but still, a wonderful prompt bean!!! 100/10!!!)
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yandere behavior
#image#fallout#i know anyone who understands this post will groan at it (spoilers ahead btw)#but during this scene i couldnt stop thinking “this is a long term capitalist yandere”#because my brain wasn't taught how to think about things correctly#assisting an evil corporation with knowledge of impending nuclear apocalypse?#specifically to help your family against their will?#yandere bro
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A danmei lover's biased and incomplete het web novel rec list
@mercipourleslivres thanks for inspiring me!
When it comes to Chinese web novels, I mainly read danmei. I tend not to care too much for OP heroine with a hero who dotes on her for no reason as she fights with 14 year olds narratives, nor inner courtyard fights. BUT!!! There are some het web novels I like and so here is my biased and incomplete rec list. Most of these don't have OP heroines, and very little to none courtyard fights.
Before I start, my favorite het web novel authors are: Gong Xinwen, Mo Shu Bai, Peng Lai Ke, and Jiu Lu Fei Xiang. I have yet to read anything bad by them.
Anyway, rec list:
1000 Miles of Bright Moonlight - one of my ultimate favorites, this would make such an epic drama! A smart as hell heroine, a hero who is a monk and a warrior (but also terminally?) ill and such a vivid world and amazing secondary characters (heroine’s brother is possibly my favorite supporting character of all time) and so much angst and happy ending. This has an amazing romance but it’s not romance-centric if it makes sense - ML doesn’t appear for a while. But once he does, it’s worth it!
Accompanying the Phoenix - the one that just got adapted into The Legend of Shen Li, this is high adventure and cottage core and funny and tragic and powerful ML being putty in the hands of capable FL and just EVERYTHING.
Apocalypse Arrival - Gong Xinwen’s novels are made just for me. Her heroines are always powerful as fuck and rescue abused MLs. In this novel, our heroine who lives in the post-apocalyptic world, wakes up right before that apocalypse happens. She forms a survival crew and also rescues ML who has miraculous blood and has been drained of it and is now hunted after the rescue for it. SO GOOD!!!
Black Moonlight Holds the BE Script - so fucked up, so good, with monster hero who learns to love and be human and heroine who learns to love and be human (but from the other side, her tower of perfection.) Much better than the drama which I did enjoy.
The Blue Whisper - the drama was so-so, but the novel is a bona fide angst masterpiece, which really delves into what it feels like to be imprisoned or to love.
Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid - I remember starting this and loving the realistic feel and the heroine and wanting to stab the hero and @mercipourleslivres telling me to be patient. She was right, by the end I was on board with both the hero (who was abused and is rather autistic-coded) and the OTP. Anyway, heroine is a servant who was a concubine in the last life and got killed as part of a rich family’s harem intrigues. In this life, she just wants to keep her head down but her life gets derailed anyway. She gets sold away and eventually made a servant in the household of an exiled prince who takes a fancy to her and she endures it because what choice does she have? All she wanted was to serve out her term and become a small time merchant. This is quite realistic about lack of options for women, especially lower class women or upper class male attitudes (ML is never vicious or mean to FL but it does not initially occur to him to wonder if she fancies him or enjoys being his concubine or w/e.) It is a DELIGHTFUL slow burn tho as they grow to love each other and grow together and become one of the most wholesome cnovel couples out there.
Dandere General and His Lord - hi there, Gong Xinwen! God, I love this one. Heroine transmigrates from modern world into a brutal slave-holding world at war (think something like Warring States era.) Our heroine transmigrates into the body of a noblewoman who just hung herself. When she comes to, she discovers that woman’s twin brother was the ruler of a city poisoned by a rival claimant and the besieging army of said claimant is about to take the city and original occupant of the body and the rest of the family chose suicide as a way to avoid dishonor. Our heroine refuses, schemes with advisors to pass as the brother and rally the troops. Once the invaders are defeated, she keeps on the masquerade and rides off to one of the never-ending wars “she” is summoned to. Our hero couldn’t be farther from this. A slave and a son of a slave, he’s escaped a horrific, starving childhood during which he narrowly avoided being murdered or raped, and ended up in the army. When the story opens, he distinguished himself in battle and as a reward, he and a few of his fellow slave warriors are invited to a banquet, where they are given some alcohol and to be playthings of any nobles who want them. One of them does not survive this but ML is lucky - heroine feels terrible and so “claims” him for herself. Instead she just tends to his wounds and sends him back. She does not fancy him or anything, she is just a human being with a conscience. And the story goes from there.
Demon King's Repayment - another delicious Gong Xinwen tale with a powerful ML dedicated to capable FL. This one is a great fantasy plot (I keep imagining it as an animated series) and a sprawling cast of amazing secondaries (and secondary OTPs - there is, I swear, an OTP that is Dong Hua x Feng Jiu done thru GXW lens) to boot.
Doomed to Be Cannon Fodder - I hesitated to put this one on the list because by the end I was not keen on how misogynistic novel got to original female lead but it was one of my earliest novels and I loved it for 90% and it’s fucking hilarious at times. Heroine transmigrates as bit villainess into a novel, all she wants is not to die, but her new attitude of “pls stay away” catches the attention of her terrifying general husband. Honestly, imo still worth it.
Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir - my n1 novel on this list, smart and fierce and don’t really read this for romance because it does not start until really late, but ice cold heroine x ice cold hero both of equal brains and ruthlessness is everything. I went from loathing the ML to finding him fascinating to adoring him (and yet he softened around the edges only for FL, he never became “nice”) and loved FL throughout; secondaries are epic. If you read only one non-danmei web novel, make it this one.
The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl - my n2 novel on this list. Our heroine is the unlucky laundry maid A’Chou. She is a di daughter of an upperclass family but her family got destroyed in one of the political upheavals of the time and A’Chou, only a small child at the time, was the only survivor and was made an enslaved laundry maid. Due to various events, at the start of the novel she is a laundry maid in a minister’s household and the minister’s beloved daughter is having a fit because she’s supposed to marry the former Crown Prince which may have been great a few years back but Crown Prince had since been deposed, tortured, imprisoned and now is living in the middle of nowhere under conditions that are too meager to be called house arrest. And he’s seriously crippled too. Understandably, the young lady doesn’t want to marry him! She’d rather kill herself and so she does. And so, a desperate plan is hatched - why don’t we pretend the laundry maid is the di daughter of the minister’s household and send her off? And so A’Chu is sent as the bride. She arrives to discover a broke, seriously injured man on the verge of death…and we go from there. This is so gorgeous and tender and slow in just the right way and like AAAAAA! Secondary OTPs (one of which is MM) are also epic.
Futu Tower - the drama (Unchained Love) was a mess but the novel is such a lovely, dark exploration of coming back to life, for the ML from his dark revenge-strewn path and for heroine from not being allowed wishes of her own. She is a tribute bride, he’s a (fake) eunuch, they are both servants who use themselves to achieve goals and find peace and happiness together.
The Grand Princess - a tale where both members of the OTP reincarnate as their younger selves after killing each other in their 50s, and get a new start, this is smart and slow and so good in portraying old souls in young bodies. Their rediscovery of not just each other but themselves and their passion for living is just AAAAAA!
Heroine Saves Gentleman - Gong Xinwen novel so we have a tough martial artist lady saving a very upper class scholar and it goes from there. If elegant gorgeous ML being saved and protected (and lovingly dommed) by awesome FL is your bag, pls come right in.
Husband Be a Gentleman - schemer meet schemer. He’s an idle prince she’s perfect daughter, in reality both are wolves out for blood. Mmmm. Very OTP gets together early and is us against the world.
I’ll Be the Male Lead’s Sister in Law - one of my all time favorite novels. Heroine is made to marry a disabled nephew of the emperor. He used to be a victorious god of war but went mad and now is basically locked away and kept as a beast. GOD I LOVE THIS NOVEL SO MUCHHHHH! So much hurt/comfort and awesome OTP and after he eventually recovers, all he wants to do is to fight and murder things and dote on wifey. MMM. He’s honestly one of my fave MLs.
I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - if you have a Florence Nightingale complex, this is for you. Heroine wakes up as tribute bride to an almost dead dragon lord and slowly nurses him back to life as his rivals try to murder him. They are both utter adorable babies!
Let the Villain Go - another Gong Xinwen novel, this and Apocalypse Arrivals are AUs of each other. Heroine is surviving in the apocalypse, ML is the “bugbear” of the world but in reality just reacting to all abuse and torture and after she accidentally saves him, devotes himself. Fun fun fun!
Long Wind Crossing - Amazing ML and FL who grow together, clever plot, arranged marriage to love etc etc. Oh, and one point he feeds her his blood to keep her alive, what’s not to love? (Adapted into Chang Feng Du/Destined)
Lost You Forever - this is a short but delicately wistful tale of trauma and loss and love, wrapped in a high fantasy setting but so relatable despite it.
Love In Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant - so so fucked up in the best way! ML cannot live with OR without heroine. It opens on them banging in jail night before her execution (ordered by him) with corpses of men he killed for trying to defile her cooling nearby. If you want healthy relationships with respectful boundaries, gentle and considerate male leads who are modern men in period clothes, OP heroines who have everyone help them and are OP to the max, fluff and wholesomeness, that is about the worst book for you.If you want complexity, dysfunction, darkness, pain and an absolutely lyrical even if fucked up story, come right IN!!!!I am so fucking in love with the melancholy heroine, with ruthless psycho hero and the endless regret and devotion and paaaaain!
The Marquis Is Innocent - our heroine is a beautiful woman married to a warlord who hates her family. (Yes, this was gonna be The Prisoner of Beauty until SZE tax scandal.) Except she's a transmigrator from the future who knows how it ended last time around and has no interest to end up this tragically. This is in my top 5 - FL is smart but believably so (and doesn't have super battle powers) and ML is a believable period warlord. The way their relationship develops so gradually and the way his character changes so gradually as well (and the way they slowly fall in love, her slower than him) is just amazing. It is such a smart, nuanced, gorgeous slow burn. With some gonzo sex scenes :P
Mulberry Song - you like tragic endings? Come right IN! This is short and heartbreaking and wistful and very what-if.
Nightfall (Ever Night) - so long but also so smart and unusual and bloody and tho it’s not primarily a romance, you will never see another ML who loves his FL as much as Ning Que does his Sang Sang.
Offering Salted Fish to Master - in some ways, this novel is a mess, but I am recommending it because this is a rare example of "nope he's 100% a villain and murderdude and odd, but he does love the heroine" that the author commits to.
Pihanjin - yet another awesome PLK novel, this is once again, like with Marquis, a ruthless man and a beautiful woman getting a second chance on a second go-around. FL is a lot more wounded this time around though. If you LOVE watching ML grovel and slowly, gradually win FL over, this one is for you.
Princess Agents - a dark tale with an incredibly competent and militarily powerful/ruthless heroine and two terrifying men who love her (but neither is as terrifying as she is.) There is an OTP switch halfway through that shockingly makes sense and it's just SO SO GOOOOOOOD
Rebirth of the Malicious Empress of Military Lineage - this is probably the one “typical” novel on this list, heroine is reborn as her youngest self and gets revenge on those who wronged her last time around. It is really really well-written and heroine is competent, hero is doting and powerful etc. It’s not a trope I tend to love but I do when it’s done THIS well.
Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is Too Fierce: Borgias cnovel style! Our heroine was empress in last life and put her husband on the throne tho he did not love her. However, he had her executed and had his half-brother carry out the orders and heroine died horrifically. She opens her eyes and she’s a little girl again. The OTP this time around is heroine and half-brother executioner. Why do I love it? Heroine is smart and tough but also this is a rare rebirth novel where heroine does NOT decide to seek revenge for past life wrongs because they haven’t happened yet! In fact, she sees ML abused and stands up for him because he’s a kid and no kid should be mistreated and this go around he hasn’t done anything wrong. She also gets and likes her former life husband. Anyway, this is fakecest galore because she’s supposed to be their half-sister and while she knows (from past life) she is not, they do not and fall for her anyway. ML is especially gonzo, at one point carving chunks of his flesh to save her. He’s feral and unhinged and she’s the one person he worships because she protected him and like - it’s all awesome. (I love secondary ML too.)
Reborn to Love Lord Qiansui - yes, this is a eunuch novel! If you like gender tropes reversals, this one is for you. Heroine is a tough martial artist, hero is a smart as hell and powerful eunuch. A real eunuch. Heroine finds out she owes him her life and decides to protect him. This is a total delight and an awesome love story between two really scarred people. And yes, there is sex - heroine literally reads manuals on pegging :P
Return of the Swallow - so freaking long! But really good. Heroine is neither transmigrator nor reincarnator, just a smart period woman. She is a lost family daughter taken back in. Her father is a minister in a dying empire (father-daughter relationship is one of the best things in this novel), her OTP is enemy general, and the smartness and the awesomeness of this all knows no bounds.
Seven Unfortunate Lifetimes - probably the wackiest JLFX novel I read, this is quite different from Love You Seven Times drama that was adapted from it. Our deity protagonists go through a bunch of lives figuring out they fancy each other. It's light like a souffle but just as delicious.
To Be a Virtuous Wife - some people prefer 8 treasures trousseau but I never warmed up to that one. This one is so good, with smart people (who actually enjoy sex, a ratity) and a perfect mix of plot and romance.
Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator - my very first web novel. A lot lighter than a lot of the ones on this list but a total delight. Heroine transmigrates into a novel as the heroine; she has no interest in drama or chasing true love, she just wants to live a nice life with her nice husband. Too bad for her, her husband has reincarnated into his younger self and remembers how she betrayed him, so is not interested. This one is funny and light and romance doesn’t start till late on but a total delight!
Wishing You Eternal Happiness - this is tied with Dreamer as my favorite het web novel ever though it couldn’t be more different from Dreamer, with its hard-edged and hard-souled protagonists ruthlessly cleaving their way to the world and, eventually, each other, its smart cynical air. Except in one thing - the world of Wishing is just as bloody and dark. Its two protagonists are gentle, deeply wounded souls who may find salvation in each other but even something as basic as safety almost seems out of reach.
Jliafu, our heroine, is neither a modern-day transmigrator, nor some exotic princess or demoness. She is very much a period woman of her time, from a weathy merchant clan, whose beauty is her curse. You can tell the novel’s tone from that utterly bleak opening chapter where she, a favorite concubine of a capricious dying emperor, is ordered to be buried alive with him and is not even given the “grace” of white silk but slowly suffocates in the coffin, scrabbling at the lid. There is no grand threats of vengeance on her part, not dramatic opera events. Just despair and death. The whole introductory chapter is haunted by emotional ghosts - the empress’ unrequited love for the monster on the imperial bed (turning into desire for Jiafu’s suffering after he dies), the emperor slowly dying in his prime after waging too many wars, and his fear of being haunted by Pei Youan, a brilliant if sickly minister who died of illness long ago on one of imperial campaigns. There is no triumph for anyone, only loss.
When she wakes up as still a young woman, all she wants is to escape the same fate. There are no plans for power or revenge, only a desire for survival. And so she latches on asking for help from Pei Youan, the only man in her past go-around who showed any consideration and desire and ability to protect her, though he barely knew her. Pei Youan is probably my favorite het web novel ML. Despite his brains and ability, he drifts through life. In modern terms, he clearly has depression. One of the biggest, best joys of the novel is watching these two very good, very quiet, very wounded people discover happiness and love with each other. I sort of want to cry just thinking about it, tbh.
The Yandere Came During the Night - a bit of fluff that’s oddly delightful. Heroine is reborn as a (fake) sister of ML, she hurts her legs saving him and the “siblings” form a bond that ends up in fakecest delight. They are both smart and efficient and he becomes a sexy marquis etc.
#cnovel#rec list#the yandere came during the night#accompanying the phoenix#wishing you eternal happiness#to be a virtuous wife#transmigrator meets reincarnator#seven unfortunate lifetimes#i'll be the male lead's sister in law#return of the swallow#husband be a gentleman#apocalypse arrival#counterattack of the cannon fodder chambermaid#Reborn to Love Lord Qiansui#Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is Too Fierce#princess agents#rebirth of the malicious empress of military lineage#pihanjin#offering salted fish to master#the grand princess#mulberry song#nightfall#ever night#the marquis is innocent#long wind crossing#lost you forever#Love In Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant#let the villain go#I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating#futu tower
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Hungry heart: headcanons
Daily life with zombie yan~ what could go wrong haha
I, uhhhh, made a part two?.. Just can't get over this little undead yan disaster. TW: yandere themes, zombies are their own warning I guess
I’d go with Max Brooks' view on zombie virus. He considers it to be an aggressive bacteria that kinda keeps the corpse from rotting; hence, zombies are sort of stinky but not really, which means that Michael can (and will) be hugged (a lot) without you passing out because of the smell.
Hugs are the way you two communicate now. ‘Good morning, Y/N’? Hug. “What’s for breakfast and oh my, is that for me’? Hug. “You are the light of my life and my last shred of humanity’? Hug. ‘I don’t want you to go scavenging today because I heard something outside and it might be dangerous’? Hug and a small ‘grrr’.
Speaking of that. Lurking through abandoned stores became a lot easier (and safer). Michael’s hearing is almost supernatural, he can smell other zombies from a mile away. If he grabs your hand all of a sudden and pushes you under the counter, be quiet. He knows what he’s doing.
Same if there are other survivors. Michael really doesn’t want any living people around you, more so than undead ones. He’s got the point: what if you leave him for them?!?!?? Can’t have that. Get under the counter now, grr.
No sleep cause zombie → guards your safety at night. Also stares at you for hours straight, but that’s a given both with yanderes and zombies.
Extremely clingy and I mean it. He follows you like a lost puppy all the time, personal space? what personal space? Surprise hugs from the back instead.
May or may not have sneaked out once to lead a horde of his… colleagues to another group’s hideout. There! Those stupid survivors fled the city without even you noticing. He can’t even bear a thought of you joining other people.
You read to him a lot. Quality time together c: Michael's head on your lap, you stroke his hair gently, (him foaming a bit because he is overwhelmed). At moments like these his 'grrs' are almost 'purrs'. (Michael prefers children’s books btw).
Desperately enjoys every bit of domestic life with you.
Is really proud of that ‘Y/N’s PERSONAL PROPERTY’ collar. And yeah, it’s pink.
Sometimes Michael wonders if he ever was this happy when alive.
#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere zombie#zombie x reader#zombie apocalypse#im not a native speaker uwu
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Well...I guess you can call me au generator :_]
I'll also paint it, my hand is going to die I guess :_]
(Is it spoiler for how Royalty au CatNap looks like??)
((Also in Berries au, CatNap is blackberry. And in Chancellery au, he's spray paint))
(((I'm sure I messed up at cooky run kingdom and fnf styles okay? :_])))
Part 1 - you're here :]
Part 2
#smiling critters poppy playtime#smiling critters#smiling critters au#catnap#other cartoon au#royalty au#yandere au#idol au#apocalypse au#human au#ghost au#fake nun au#nice monster au#doki doki au#kid au#swap!royalty au#swap!yandere au#fnaf au#biker au#chancery au#siren au#demons&angels au#undertale au#vegetables au#berries au#cookie run kingdom au#fnf au#fruit au#swap species au#my au
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Hi! Can I request a Officer x female!Nurse reader during a zombie apocalypse? The Officer would be the stalker-ish, possessive type who’s made it clear he’s protecting her from the others because she’s one of the best at her job. But in reality, he’s just making excuses to be close to her—always hovering when not  patrolling the hospital. Could you possibly add like…non-consensual touching/kissing, definitely power imbalance, manipulation in the form of comfort. Maybe nsfw if you can?
A/N: started this a while ago but only just now got around to finishing it in a... "semi-decently" way.
Synopsis: you're a nurse healing those still alive after the start of the apocalypse; unfortunately for you, a certain annoying guard has made it his mission to have your undivided attention.
TW: noncon kissing, touching, feeling up, etc., intimidation, power imbalance, general sexual assault warnings, zombie apocalypse/infected theme
WC: 3600
“Oh come on now, I didn’t hit him that hard.”
“You literally pummeled the man to the ground!” The underwhelmed attitude of the guard trailing behind made you dig your fingers into your temples. “He lost his front tooth, Kain. And the guild wants MY head for it.”
Pacing through the halls of the abandoned hospital, you make your way to the opposing wing, Kain following quickly on your heels.
“Don’t honestly tell me you’re worried about the ‘guild’. " Kain speaks, creating quotes with his fingers. “You’re the only nurse they got who’s actually qualified enough to do a damn decent job.They can’t get rid of you, they need you too much.”
You make a sharp turn into an old hospital room, throwing Kain off. He stumbles over himself to follow, while you quickly distract yourself with the limp body resting on a raised bed in the middle of the room. You hurriedly picked at the bloodied bandages of one of your fellow survivors, the mangled man out cold under the wool sheets as you began to inspect him. The process was like clockwork, being what most of your job had become now that you were stuck with flesh-eating monsters and a third of the human population left, most of which was crippled in some way or another.
Kain peeks up from behind you, irritated yet curious as to what was more important than responding to him. His head popped up next to yours as he looked at the bandaged man, giving a bothersome frown.
“You shouldn’t have been talking to anyone about me, period. This all could’ve all just been avoided, Kain.”
Kain opens his mouth to speak, looking like an awed fish as you berate him.
“Who in their right mind cripples one of their own men?” You mumble under your breath, hoping he wont hear lest he throws a fit. "Now, can’t you see I’m working here? You’re getting in my way.”
You push past him to throw away the old gauze and stained bandages.
Kain’s constant look of mild amusement faded.
“Ya should’ve heard what he was sayin’ about you. Then, you might not feel that way.”
You avoided Kain’s sharp stare, pretending to not listen as you pulled open a drawer beside the hospital bed.
Lifting his eyebrows in suggestion, Kain rested his hands on the front of his patrol vest, continuing to chew his gum with feigned nonchalance. “Like a piece a meat…” He muttered.
Clearing your throat you ripped open a new package of gauze with your teeth, avoiding Kain; Maybe it’d be best if you changed the topic.
“Well… What are you still doing here in the first place? I thought you were supposed to be at your new transfer by this morning…”
You remembered primarily because you thought it’d be your first day of freedom.
Kain rubbed his nose with his thumb, trying to hide a wide grin that showed his dimples.
“I’ve been stationed to protect the hospital for another six months.. Just found out this morning. Some other guy wanted to go and…the guild commander thought my talents would be better off here.”
Your face dropped. The sliver of fragile hope you held onto, shattered. Finally, you thought, you’d be rid of the overbearing coos and humiliating social teasing, his invasive bullying-- the dream seemed to fizzle out like the end of a candle wick, slow and sad. You began to rewrap the survivor’s wounds, hands on autopilot while your stomach sank.
And like a switch, your annoyed tone was spat back at him.
“Okay?” You shrugged.
You had been Kain’s prime victim when picking meaningless fights for the past eight months, his presence like a wall of muscle in your path. But no more, you wouldn’t sit and entertain his bullshit for another half a year.
“If that’s true, then nothing’s changed. Don’t you have better things to do than annoy me?” You swat Kain away with your hands like a fly. “Go stand guard or something. Be useful.”
You pinned the end of the final bandage, rearranging the patients scratchy bedsheets. Without another word you began to walk away.
Kain grunted in annoyance, watching you turn into the adjacent room across the hall to leave him in the dust.
“Well, you never know,” Kain shouted, running after you across the hallway. “You might come up against a stray infected. I know you haven’t had this set up for long, the doors hardly do anything to keep a draft from blowing through. What happens if I’m not there quick enough? You’d need someone much bigger, and much… stronger than you, to protect you.”
You let out an exasperated noise, recognizing the insult in his words. But Kain didn’t mean it as an insult; he was thinking of other… things.
“Besides, you need protecting just from the things in here you can’t handle, and I decide to offer my assistance-- at a zero cost.”
You scoff again. “What do you mean ‘things I can’t handle’?” You copy his previous quotation movement, half distracted by rummaging through a large cardboard box of old medical supplies.
Kain follows you inside the room, seeing your back turned to him next to an empry hospiral bed. A lightbulb went off over his head, his printless fingers grabbing the privacy curtain and pulling it. The curtain surrounding the bed, you, and him-- clouding the fluorescent lights from the hallway. The ones inside the hospital room flickered, barely making the guards face visible.
“Something like this.”
An arm traps you from behind, one of Kain’s scarred palms leaning on the wall next to your head. You turn around to look at him with a scowl, not yet realizing what he was trying.
From the corner of your vision you saw the mean glint in Kain’s eye.
A smug, egotistical smirk rested on his face.
“I can see it now…. some band of other survivors coming in, raidin' what they could and stumbling across you,” He pushed his dirty blonde hair back with his free hand, calloused fingers sticking out his glovelettes. “So helpless in your dirty scrubs, scared and alone….What would you do? Would you even be able to defend yourself?”
He watched as your eyes shifted, trying to avoid him as you attempted to shove your way out. But he was a wall of muscle and pheromones, a light slap telling him to knock it off wasn’t going to cut it this time.
And this, was exactly what you were trying to avoid.
Kain shoved your shoulder against the wall, pushing his nose against the sensitive front of your neck; it nearly made you grunt from surprise.
“Ah…” You felt him exhale, licking his lips against your jugular. “What a cute bitch…You smell so fresh, So different than all the rotten corpses in here. Maybe we should take this one to go, huh boys? I’m sure they’d all like a turn.” Kain said to himself.
You try to swat at him again but he catches your other arm, wrenching it back behind you. "That's not funny, asshole!”
Kain gave an angry laugh, your stubbornness testing the edge of his limits. His harshness and your violent panic ruined any playful mood left.
“You know, you really don’t understand how lucky you are; how much I care about you. Just trying to-- protect you.” Kain struggled to keep you compliant, and to keep his urges at bay. his eyes wildly flit between staring at your lips to your soft exhausted body, the one now in his hands, bulging from his fingertips. For a moment his attention seems to linger on the shallow movement of your chest, falling and rising with each worried breath. But it soon pulls back to your rageful glare, a harsh swallow coming from his throat.
“Why won’t you just take my help? I want what’s best for you, Don't you understand that...” He couldn’t stop looking at your sweet lips, downturned into a frown-- a frown he wanted to kiss away.
In his mind, when he imagined kissing you he thought you’d be stunned at first-- but would quickly fall into his arms, holding onto him as if he was your lifeline.
“Fuck it..” Kain murmured under his breath.
He didn’t spare any time, knowing you'd put up resistance no matter how well he tried to swoon you. Leaning down to get his first taste of you, sweet kisses lapped at your lips before you came to realize what was going on. The curious, self-interested pecks to your lips were so cautious at the start, until Kain’s mouth began to grow lewd. He took your slack jaw as permission to greedily devour your tongue to the fullest. His mouth seemed to fit like a puzzle piece against yours, twisting upward to savor your mouth. You were surprised but not all shocked-- though, this was the first time he had tried to kiss you directly.
“Kain,” He let go but swiftly kissed again under your chin, gliding down your jawbone to your ear. “For the last time-- don't make me fucking hit you--!”
Kain drug his tongue up your skin, pinning your arm behind your back to shove you further against the wall; any closer and you'd be a part of it. He took in deep whiffs of your homey smell, of the sensation of your warm skin and its smoothness on his.
"What're you going to do about it? Gonna fight me off?" The thought made him give you a cheeky grin; it was almost too easy.
When was the last time he touched something so plush… so calming compared to the flesh wound that was what was left of the world? Even the sounds of your labored breaths made Kain…excited. When it came to your body pressed and aligned with his, he couldn't help but feel overly eager in wanting to push and press you flush against him.
“Stop-! You can’t do that here-- ”
But with your writhing body and fingers digging into his scalp, he realized that doing such a feat would be harder than he imagined. Your days of carrying injured survivors into their beds and helping unload traincarts of medical supplies made you nearly a worthy rival in strength.
"Can't stop now…" you heard him mumble, a big, warm hand coming to grip your chin. He was above you, caging you in with the biceps you mocked were more well-formed than his brain. Your hand was still pinned behind you as he pushed his squishy chest against yours.
You dug in your pocket for one of the two needles you always kept on hand. You pulled out the one with a peeling sticker-- its purpose for telling the difference between the two. This particular syringe held enough to sedate a horse-- which, you complemented to Kain’s large size.
You held it up like a knife, test-squeezing a little bit of the serum out.
Kain was busy nestled into your neck one moment, and the next he wasn’t. You were so sure he had forgotten about the hand you were raising, that you paid little attention to the one pinned behind you.
Without notice that he had even caught you, the guard tugged at the wrist behind your back, twisting it against the wall unnaturally. Your breath caught into your throat, body tensing as your forearm let out a crunched pop. A weak moan of agony came from your mouth, Kain’s hand that was once petting you possessively, now slowly taking the needle from your shaking fingers.
You tried to fight him, attempting to stab him then and there. But you were no match, not when your right arm was continuing to be crushed, the longer you tustled him for the syringe.
Kain lets out a triumphant laugh, throwing the needle behind him.
“Nice trick; I didn’t know you were such a flirt, nurse. How did you know I liked a little fight?”
Kain doesn't hesitate to dig both hands into your back pants pockets, allowing you the grace of cradling your throbbing arm. He felt up what he could while removing the other syringe, and keys from your pocket.
“Now,” He started, pulling your head back toward the wall with a grip on your hair. “Let’s see this pretty mouth do what it was meant for.”
Kain practically suffocated you with his body, pinning you back as he slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth.
"Ahh-thole!" You tried to sound out.
Kain watched your plump lips open around his finger; you attempted to bite the digit invading your personal space, but Kain yoinked down on your lower jaw first. The officer pushed the pad of his finger against your tongue, sensations of the muscles smooth wetness making him shudder; your startled sounds of awe only spurring him on, the glint of drooling interest in his eyes shifting to one of excited admiration.
Your stomach sank as you saw the shift in his expression, the peak of his interest making him look like a dog in heat. You were afraid he might miss your lips and smash straight into your cheek. Kains thumb was quickly replaced with his tongue, slowly gliding against your lips as he bit their fullness. He tasted bitter, like thick smoke and faint tobacco.
Kain on the other hand, was finally…finally, getting to experience the sensation of your arousing mouth, the one he had fantasized about so many times. He fantasized about how they'd taste during your first kiss, while he ran his fingers against the dip of your back, how they'd look around his c--
Your relentless teeth made blood trickle from his bottom lip, surprising the guard as he let out a pained groan. But Kain was too stubborn, he wouldn't let you go just like that! He had gone too far now, he couldn't go back to the way things were-- he needed you, needed this.
But you felt so lewd, Kain’s forced kisses making a slew of wet sounds as he occasionally slowed to pull at your lips with his teeth for payback, leisurely grinding against whatever he could press up against. Lord, it was like a high from the heavens for him; your body, your smell, it was enveloping him in a joy he hadn’t felt since... Well, since he could last remember.
Your knee came to push deep against the officer’s crotch. You could feel the shift in between his legs as you shoved as hard as you could.
Kain let out a muffled groan, separating from you for a moment. But he only returned with a bitter laugh, kissing you between revengeful bites.
"Sweet little nurse," Kain singsonged, looking at how you winced at the burn of raw bites left on your lips. Your feet shuffled underneath, twisting and turning to wriggle your knee deeper into his crotch. "How're you gonna fight off the big bad officer? Hm?"
Kain’s leg rammed between your thighs, forcing them apart. He dug the toe of his boots into the wall, positioning so you were practically sitting on his leg.
"Fuck you," you spat, hating the way he pulled at the back of your collar to lift your head back, making it easier to kiss you. "Eat shit and die, Kain. I'm not your fucking toy-!"
The officer giggled like a schoolboy, feeling a painfully intoxicating sting from your words. The anger and yearning made it harder for him to see straight.
"We'll see about that…!" He huffed, lifting your jaw to the sky. A long, wet stripe made its way down from your chin to your ear, a shudder leaving Kain’s mouth as he swallowed the salty tang of your skin.
You heard low chatter from the radio attached to his hip, his name repeated by a deep voice.
“Officer K..ain.. four..… intruders…4--” The voice was cutting in and out, static making the message hardly discernible.
“Shit…” Kain huffed, kissing through words as the corner of his lip became smeared with blood. “Why now-- for mm.. fuck’s sake….”
Kain’s head fell low as he left your lips, hanging in frustration. You were gasping for breath as you turned your head to the side, dizziness coming in a small wave.
The surface of your skin felt hot, a sharp taste left in your mouth from Kain. The officer was currently licking over his lips, tasting the remains of your sweat and his own blood.
Your head throbbed; the sterile stench of the hospital clung inside your nostrils, thick coughs coming from the room over, your 'patient' likely still feeling the twinge of his insides bleeding out. How could you still be dealing with Kain's bullshit, while the world around you was continuing to be mauled and raped by the disease plaguing your species?
The officer was an effective distraction from your nursery duties, his grating voice interrupting your thoughts as he still clung to you.
“Nurse, help me out,” He whined. “I can’t go out there looking like this!" Cain threw his hands down, letting you go to your surprise. "C’mon what do I do? You're the expert.”
You saw what kain was referring to, his hand covering a bite of retaliation you left on his neck, and the crotch of his black pants billowing out in a restrained fashion.
“Dear g-- Kain!” your immediate reaction was to shove kain back away from you, But the guard held a hand to his forehead, hardly lurching backward from your assault. You hit him afain, repeatedly punching at him to get him back for all thar had transpored. But kain merelt pushed his hair back to show his glistening forehead, barely holding up a palm to protect himself.
Kain chuckled wryly, groping at himself in a futile effort to make his erection less noticeable.
“This is all your fault--! Fucking…Asshole--” You grunt, mumbling curses as you pushed at the man again. “You don’t have the time, anyway. Get out of here, go do your damn job.” Wiping your mouth, you look at his radio.
You were tempted to chew him out as he stood still, but Kain got to you first. Rubbing at your neck to get rid of his love bites, you fell prey to Kain’s harsh shove of your shoulders against the wall. He seemed to throw you around like a stuffed animal, his strength
Kain grabbed your shoulders, shoving you against the wall again. You let out an involuntary “umph”, as the officer pressed his flushed forehead against yours. His fingers reached for your chin again as you tried to jerk your head away.
“Look at me-- before I go,” His voice grew low and harsh as he whispered, the clear stomps of other officers clicking outside the patient room. “I suggest that if you don’t want to be reprimanded by the guild--” Kain stopped momentarily, grinning as he imagined in his head. “Come to my room. Tonight.”
“...Room?” You questioned. Ah right, all the officers got rooms to stay in, while the rest of you measly survivors had to sleep close together in tight quarters. "Like hell I'll do that. You're the reason they're on my ass, they think I told you to defend me!"
Kain frowns, dissatisfaction making him furrow his eyebrows.
"What was I supposed to do? Let that guy practically violate you with his words? I couldn't stand letting him do that." he clicked his radio off, annoyed by the continued static call of his name. "You, wouldn't have allowed that either. I know you, you would've unleashed far worse than I had; but, I saved you the trouble, and the ass beating."
"But--"
"I know i know, you're still being 'reprimanded'," Kain gagged as he scrunched his fingers. "However, i could easily sway the guild council's opinion as a leading officer… in return for something, of course."
Your eyes narrow.
"And how would you do that? You're the one that caused this whole mess in the first place!"
Kain’s mouth was left lingering open against your cheek as he tried to hold himself back.
"A few of the council members owe me some favors… I wouldn't mind cashing one in if it meant, a night with you."
The guard’s breath hitched, his damp cheek pressing against yours as you winced in disgust.
“Seriously? You're willingly playing into their corruption; disgusting.”
Kain dug his hand into your hair, taking a deep inhale of it, ignoring your criticisms. He tried to press you up against him, as if your body wanted to give him physical affection.
"Take it or leave it. It's a much better choice than the tunnels, hm?"
That made you shudder. You doubted they'd throw you to the tunnels and catacombs of the city for something like this, but who's to say you're not one mistake too close to being zombie bate.
You were too stuck in the dread of what he was asking for. You knew he wouldn’t be satisfied if you let him have you, even if it was just for a night; he’d always come crawling back for more, until he completely consumed you. But did you really want to deal with his bullshit if you didn’t show up?
The radio chimed again, and Kain caught himself before he lashed out again, merely letting out an annoyed grunt.
“Got it?” He asked, pressing his knuckles against your jaw.
The guard didn’t wait for an answer, instead squeezing your face with one hand and pushing a multitude of kisses on your bruised lips. You tightened your lips shut, trying to turn and grunting as he kissed and kissed and kissed, not a thought of pulling away-- until the radio snatched his attention again.
All of a sudden Kain’s hands were off of you, his bulky body had pushed past the privacy curtain, leaving it closed. You heard the door shut as he stormed out; shutting the door with a tight firmness that irked you. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you listened to his heavy military boots trudge down the hospital corridors, waiting for them to be completely silent.
That silence was quickly filled once again however, your mind snapping back into work mode as the dying man in the adjacent room’s hospital bed began another violent coughing fit.
You shut kain out of your mind-- but in the back of your head, you mentally played what you felt would happen tonight if you took up his offer. Hell, what were you going to do with him?
Murder was starting to sound real tempting.
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MERA U CANT TELL US ABOUT PREGNANCY KINK AZUL WITHOUT TELLING US ABOUT RIDDLE’S TOO! GOLDFISH RIDDLE CANON RIDDLE APOCALYPSE RIDDLE THEYRE ALL SO HOT AND HORNY FOR U WHEN YOURE PREGO.
BONUS POINTS IF IT WAS FROM GENTLE NONCON. No but the idea of carrying your captor’s child while trying to shield your belly from him but he’s just so sweet and insistent he cares for you that you slowly give in OTL orz orz orz
SO TRUE!!!! Every version of Riddle loves his pregnant darling (a little too much hehe <3).
BUT GENTLE NON-CON WITH APOCALYPSE RIDDLE!!!! Oh, the Heartslabyul compound leader is always so strict! He means well, of course, but sometimes it's so difficult to see through his tough, no-nonsense exterior. He was very respectful during the bride selection, and he'd made sure you were treated properly when you were brought from the bride dormitories to the main quarters where he and other important figures within the compound live (namely Cater and Trey). You thought he might be a kind husband if he went through all of this trouble to be so patient and polite with you, but then he opens his mouth to reprimand you for slouching your shoulders or for eating sloppily when you nearly devour the high-quality meal on your plate (it's so much better than lukewarm stew; how can you not devour it?!) and suddenly you realize he might not be as sweet as you once assumed.
There are so many rules he expects you to follow and they're all tailored specifically to prepare you and your body for child-bearing. You can't eat certain things, you can't spend too long in the bath, you have to eat vitamin-rich foods and exercise often. You have to let him work you open with his fingers so that it won't hurt when the time comes, and it's such an uncomfortable process. Cater usually slips you alcohol or an aphrodisiac beforehand so you're more receptive to Riddle's touch, so it's easier to stomach the feeling of his fingers curling up inside you to search for all the special spots that have you crying out. He praises you after each session, and there's always a treat waiting for you when you wake up (the only time he ever allows you to eat sugar) as well as water and any medicine you might need to help with the hangover.
You can tolerate it when you're drunk or out of your mind with ecstasy, and with such a muddled brain you'll allow him to eat you out, to fondle your breasts and roll your perky nipples between his fingers, and sometimes if you're really needy you'll kiss him so sloppily, teeth clicking and tongues tangling. It's nice in the moment because you don't have to think of the revulsion or the anxiety you feel when you're sober. It's nice because Riddle is genuinely sweet to you; he never scolds you or says anything cruel when you're falling apart on his fingers.
But there's a calendar in his room and a week has been marked in red. You know that's when he intends to finally replace his fingers with the thing you've been dreading. You know that within that week one of your nightly activities will result in a success and weeks later you'll be tested and it'll come back positive. For a while you tried to think about it lightheartedly. You can continue to live lavishly (albeit stressfully when your husband is Riddle) and all it costs is one child (for now; you're certain he'll want more in the future). Nine months must be sacrificed so that you can live happily (or about as happily as you can make it when this situation is not emotionally ideal). You think of the delicious meals, the warm, comfortable bed, the nice-smelling soaps, Trey's delicious baked treats, Cater's fun gossip, but no matter how "good" these things are you just can't ignore the fact that, in order to keep these things, you must follow more troublesome rules, bow to Riddle and his tyranny, accept your fate when he lays it out so clearly during your little sessions.
You've entertained escape, but where would you go? Not outside. Not beyond the walls of the compound. Riddle is the lesser of two evils. You have no choice. You've entertained damaging yourself so that you will be unwanted goods, but every time you came close Riddle would learn of it and stop you, harshly lecturing you: "Do you know how reckless that was?! Do you know how important you are?!" Does he know how hellish this is for you? Probably. Everyone knows it; they never openly discuss it, though. This is the new normal.
The weeks slip away, and the night before what will soon be the week you've feared all along, while you're lying in bed with Riddle, he tells you you won't be permitted to hide behind the effects of liquor or an aphrodisiac. Your mind is elsewhere when he gives his reasoning (something about wanting genuine intimacy), so you hum your compliance. You can't argue him even if you wanted to. And rather than disobedience, you spend the following day assuring yourself that it'll be okay. It's just a week. You've been prepared for this. But it isn't the act itself that scares you; it's what will be produced by it.
So unsurprisingly you fight him. He's been nothing but sweet in the weeks leading up to this, but even so your fear greatly outweighs any fraction of appreciation you could muster. He has you pinned down, your throat bound in a collar that does nothing but humiliate because you are not magically gifted, and he tells you he loves you. And he means it; his voice is so fragile, a ghost of a whisper in the quiet of his room, the both of you shrouded by the silken canopy that encloses his bed. It feels like you're on an island when you're so sectioned off from the rest of his bedroom, with his voice as the only other sound, save for the wild thumping of your heart.
He promises he'll be gentle, swears he'll be sweet, when he kisses the tears that cling to your lashes. You'll do well; you always have. He would never hurt you. He loves you so much. Just look at him. Don't look down there. Listen to his voice. He's here for you. You squirm and struggle and he holds your hips down, tries to get you to remain still enough, all while shushing you, insisting it'll be okay. His fingers do not hurt; his touch is still so careful and considerate. He's sweet when he isn't red with anger. He whispers to you that fighting will only make it worse. He says he loves you (he's saying it a lot), and it's a repeating record in your head, a mantra of some crooked truth.
You're tight. Even with all of the lubricant, even with the preparation, even with his thumb rubbing circles into your clit, you're still so tight. You're crying, begging him to pull it out, but you're clinging to him, your arms wrapped instinctively around him because he's the only anchor in your deep, dark sea. And he's buried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling all manner of praises, sweet nothings, filth. It all blends together in your ears, but just like he promised, just like he vowed, he's sweet and soft and slow during the entire process.
Months later, you avoid him, ignore him, swat his hands away when he tries to feel your round belly. He's learned patience with you; he doesn't explode as often as he did before you were pregnant. He's too sweet sometimes, so much so it twists your rationality. You're meant to hate him, this system, this situation. But you're beyond hormonal and it's hard to stay consistent with your hatred. Some days you're sobbing over the smallest things. Other days you're incredibly cheerful, giggling with Cater over silly news he hears from around the compound. It takes some time, but during these mercurial moods of yours you start to warm up to Riddle when you interact with him in a group, often with Trey and Cater. In private, you've stopped shielding your stomach; you let him touch it. You let him wrap his arms around your front so he can fuck into you from behind, always so careful and gentle, leaving the both of you breathless, sweaty, sobbing messes. He presses kisses to your shoulders, traces patterns into your belly, promises you'll be the best mother in the world. He always tells you how pretty you look with your swollen tummy, how every change that pregnancy brings is so beautiful, how he loves, loves, loves every part of you.
You believe him because it's the truth. Because it's your normal. And perhaps after the nine months have reached their conclusion and your baby is born you'll beg him to repeat the process, spreading your legs and opening your pussy for him, eyes alight with hope and arousal and, surprisingly, love. Who is Riddle to deny you? He's always been fond of you, but secretly he's most fond when you're so very pregnant. :)
#twisted chit chat#twst apocalypse au#yandere twst#tw: noncon#tw: pregnancy#n/sfw#i realized i never wrote anything with apocalypse riddle :o !!!!#do not be fooled as sweet as he is he is down abysmal for your pregnant belly and heavy tits!!!! <3
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ꨄNo Room For Prayerꨄ
Oneshot - Demon Apocalypse/Soulmate Au
❦Y/n gets captured by demons❦
Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader
Not fully proofread
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Demon language is red
I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.
Notice:
✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.
✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.
✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.
✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.
✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable
✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.
Enjoy!
No Room For Prayer
Y/n breathed heavily as she managed to catch her breath, sweat falling down her skin as the hairs on her limbs stood. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she held her chest, feeling the sensation of her heart beating fast. Finally getting her breath steady, she calmed her heart rate, bottom against the dirty floor of the abandoned house.
Ever since the demons took over a couple years back, she’s had to fend for herself, moving from house to abandoned building, and so on. She resides in the part of the city where the lower class demons roam for the scraps and stranded humans that were not chosen by upper class, high ranked demons.
Food is minimal and she can’t catch a break whether it be by a demon or feral human. She has a deep hatred for the demonic race considering it turned her life upside down. Sure, life before could’ve been better but the past beats the present by a long shot. Eyeing her surroundings, she stands from her position crouched on the floor and walks through the house with her flash light.
She glances around the kitchen she walked into, wincing at the blood stained on the wall, a mixture of dried and fresh. She ignores the smell of rotting food and opens the pantry for any canned greens or meat. She swung her back pack around to open it and set some of the cans inside of her bag.
Honestly, she’d rather be here than with the upper class demons because they preserve their human alive or not, slicing or tearing what they want and maybe saving the torso or other body parts for another day. You either become a slave, maid, servant, or meal. There’s really no warning sign, you’re just snatched and that’s it. At least she has a chance of survival with no responsibility to serve or be served unless by accident.
She opens the fridge, covering her nose as the grimy stench reaches her nostrils. She sees nothing but rotting fruit and meat. Mold infested the inside, the milk that was left had no sign of liquid. She shuts the door after noticing maggots, preventing herself from feeling sicker. No matter how long it’s been, the rotting sign of humanity that was left disgusted her to the point of gagging.
She checks for any water bottles in the cabinets and finds a few hidden behind other boxed food. She didn’t bother to check the freezer knowing that she hasn’t found a place to stay long term and never will. Considering the doors of every place she’s been at has been kicked down, she can’t cook in peace. The smell of food would attract the demons, knowing a human is near by their cooking.
She sighs as she opens the can of peas, tossing the top to the side as she uses one of the remaining plastic spoons she stole from the local deserted grocery store. She recollects the events that brought her to this day.
“What is that?” Her close friend asks.
The sound of banging continued on the door of their apartment.
“The police?” Y/n suggests as she sets the blunt to the side, a nervous wreck as she’s never experienced being caught with flower before.
“They would’ve announced that by now.”
The banging accelerates as well as growing louder before it completely stops.
“What the fuck?” Y/n whispers, her knees pulled to her chest as she sits next to her friend on the couch.
The only thing that could be heard was their shaky breathing. Before they know it, the door is shoved off of its hinges, hitting the wall as a large creature steps in. The girls scream as they run in the opposite direction of the monster. Unfortunately, Y/n’s friend’s ankle was yanked, stopping her from running and causing her to fall on her stomach.
“Run! R-Run!” Her friend desperately cries. “Don’t let me die in vain! Survive, Y/n!”
“I-I’m so sorry!”
Y/n turns on her heel and makes an escape through the back door, the door slamming shut right after she hears a shred of skin along with her former friend’s scream.
She shuts her eyes before grabbing her bag and swinging it on her shoulder, taking a bite out of the peas. She lives in regret for not even attempting to help her friend escape. Her only excuses being she was scared, caught off guard, and high. Especially with the break in being from an unknown monster and not a human. She shakes her head, pushing the thoughts out of her mind to focus on her situation at hand. She continues eating until finished.
Y/n pauses when she hears rustling and footsteps. Her eyes widen as she holds her breath, slowly stepping to the opposite direction from where the noise is coming from. She looked at her surroundings to find another exit to the kitchen.
The window!
She sets the empty can down and quietly moves to the window, unlocking it before sliding it open. She climbs through and falls on the ground with a thud. Cursing herself for the noise she begins to make her way around the house, ready to make a run for it until she’s grabbed from her bag.
“Human! Kneel.” She’s yanked to the ground, her backpack being her support. Her eyebrows furrow as she makes an attempt to escape before a foot pressed in between her breasts, forcing her to lie down.
“Comply or we’ll take you by force.” The demon guard states. She shakes her head.
“Fuck you!” She says before pulling out her knife and stabbing it in his ankle causing his foot to lift off of her body. She jumps up and drops her back pack to make it easier for her to run, though the other guard snatches her back and grips her arms. He pulls his arm back before punching her face, causing her head to drop unconscious.
Eyelids shoot open as Y/n immediately sits up, sweat falling down her head as she breathes heavily, the memory of running from the guards stuck in her brain. Feeling weightless she notices her bag out of her sight, turning abruptly to the side to see it settled beside her. She yelps in pain as her hand goes straight to her face where she was punched, memories collecting from before she was unconscious.
“You should take it easy there.”
She gasps as she sees the newcomer, immediately shooting up from her spot on the mattress and standing across the small room at a potential threat.
“Woah there. Everything is fine, alright? Name’s Rin. I saved you.”
She stood in attack mode, her body tense as her eyebrows furrowed.
“Saved me?” She eyes his figure, mullet pulled into a messy ponytail with a few strands loose. His casual attire dirty from what she assumes to be survival. His hands are held up in surrender. He nods in response.
“I saw you fighting that demon when I snuck into the house. Once he knocked you out, I fought him off and brought you here.”
She relaxes her arms as they drop to her sides, though still suspicious of the guy known as Rin.
“Y/n.” She states. He runs his fingers through his bangs.
“We should get goin. The sun’s out so that means there’s less monsters are around.”
“We? I barely know you. Where would we go anyway?” He sighs.
“Well, you don’t have to come with me but I thought you’d like to find the refuge of people on the other side of the city.”
“What refuge of people?” He looked at her with a surprised expression.
“You don’t know about the group of survivors? That’s where my brother is. I’m surprised you didn’t know about it.”
“Oh.” She replies, conflicted on whether or not she should follow.
“I’m going to leave soon so if you need time to think, you have about five minutes.” He says before walking out of the door.
She sighs, “Wait! I’ll come with you.”
He turns his head to give her a side eye, smirking in the process.
“Let’s go then.”
It takes them a total of seven days to make it across the city. She followed him as he knew where to go. They had a couple demon attacks, but nothing that couldn’t be beat, the perks of dealing with the lower class demons that range from weak to strong. They stopped at different houses and buildings for food and shelter, along with releasing their waste. It was eerie not seeing any other humans during their journey. She was used to coming across at least one or two a day whether they be feral or normal. It brings her temporary comfort. Unfortunately, she hadn’t got to experience that besides Rin being around which brought her some security.
They conversed along the way and she learned some things about him as well as vice versa. He told her about his brother, Ran, and their friends. All in all, they’ve become closer, especially with him fitting as her protector in a way when fighting off the creatures. It felt good to have someone help her along this tough voyage. Finally reaching the top of the hill, he holds his arm out to stop her from walking.
She gazes at the dark castle, searching for the humans they spent so long talking about. She looks around in confusion until she noticed the dreadful creatures in uniform.
“R-Rin. What’s going on? Where’s the village?”
“Well the village is here, Y/n.”
“What do you mean? Why are there demons? Where did you bring me?” She asks as goosebumps form. Her stomach drops when he walks toward her, palm on her cheek.
“I guess I can go ahead and tell you, Y/n. You’re our destined sixth.” She eyes him with confusion. He rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, I know. Who’d want a weak human as a sixth mate? Instead of grabbing you, I wanted to test the waters and really get to know you out of boredom. It was fun playing human and all, but I really missed life here.”
Her eyebrows furrow as she snatched his hand away from her face.
“Y-you’re a demon.” She states, angry for being such a fool.
“To answer your question from earlier, I’ve brought you home.”
“No, no, no!” She exclaims, backing away from him. Her arms are caught by tight grips as she’s held up by the guards holding her limbs. Rin chuckles at the display of distress on her face.
“Yeah, it was easier than I thought it’d be. We’ll explain more later. You should rest, Y/n. You don’t look so good.”
Before she could respond, he motioned for the guard to shoot her with a tranquilizer.
She groans as her eyes open, blurred out vision revealing a ceiling as she wakes up. She slowly moves to rub her eyes, her ear perks when she hears a clunking sound. Pulling herself to sit up she notices her wrist cuffed to the wall of the cell, as well as the white gown on her figure.
She gazes at her clean skin, the dirt and grime from minimal showering completely gone. She gently rubs her skin as well as checking her body for any marks or injuries. She sighs in despair, remembering how she heard from somewhere that they clean their victims before serving the dish.
She turns her head to the guard who opens her gate, walking towards her with a set of keys. Getting ready to attack, her body tenses as she waits for him to unchain her. Once she’s unchained, she immediately punches his face and kicks his stomach, causing him to fall to the side.
Normally, he would’ve been able to fight her off and block her attack by using his own strength, but she caught him off guard, therefore he wasn’t expecting the attack. She snatches the keys that fell to the ground and runs out of the cell, locking him in just in time as he grabs the bars, stretching his arm to reach after her as he growls.
“Shit, shit, shit!” She hissed as she ran out of the door and through the hall.
My dumbass has no plan, no direction. Absolutely nothing to go off of but my legs. How the hell am I going to get out of here?
She pushes through servants and maids unapologetically as she ignores the pain in her legs and tightness forming in her chest as her breathing becomes ragged. She keeps her eyes straight ahead as she hears commotion from behind, guards gathering as they run after the human. Holding her hands up, she pushes through the random pair of black doors, entering a dining room.
Wide eyed, she ignores the demons eyeing her as she grabs a large knife. She stands beside the table, glancing at the content. A raw human’s body lays at the middle of the table, the head completely decapitated and nowhere to be found as the limbs have been cut off, different pieces of meat on everyone’s plate. She turns her head in disgust and gags.
“Oh my fucking god!” She exclaims. “Sick beasts!”
“I deeply apologize for this interruption, your highnesses.” The lead guard bows.
“This is quite entertaining.” The purple, short haired demon says as he takes a sip from his alcoholic beverage.
“Indeed, brother. I don’t ever recall a human creating such a commotion. Told you she was interesting.” Rin states, fiddling with the half eaten finger on his plate.
“Get back!” She exclaims, pointing the large knife at the guards who stalk closer. Scared out of her mind, she acts on impulse and grabs the black haired short man by the arm, pulling him out of his seat as she puts him in a chokehold with the knife pointed at his head. Demons' weak point is an impact to the head. If they get shot or stabbed in their brain, it will kill them. Anywhere else is child’s play considering they can heal themselves.
The pink haired demon almost stood up from the table to grab his lover from the arm of the human, though the golden eyed man set his hand on his thigh causing him to halt and look back at him with his piercing blue eyes.
“I’d be more worried for the human than Mikey, Haru.” He smiles, showing his fangs.
Mikey kept his eyes straight with a stoic expression, not bothering to struggle considering he could easily remove himself from her hold. The only thing keeping him from shredding her right now is the familiar tingling from their skin on skin contact. Pulling his head back he makes eye contact with her for a split second, causing her to release him from the intense shock she felt through her body.
“Leave her.” He states. His mates furrow their brows in confusion as well as the guards.
“B-but your Highness…” His dark eyes narrow at the guard.
“Are you questioning your King?”
The guard bows with a ‘no, your Highness,’ and guides his men out, shutting the door behind them.
Y/n could only stare in horror as she got a good look at her surroundings, realizing she’s in a room full of high class royals. She looks for any windows, desperate for an escape. When her eyes meet the familiar purple, a scowl forms on her face as she aims and throws the knife at Rin’s head, in which he dodges with ease causing the weapon to penetrate the wall behind him.
“This is your fucking fault!” She exclaims.
“Sit down.” Mikey states calmly, fed up with the situation at hand.
“I’m not sitting dow-!” She was cut off by a sudden force picking her up and shoving her in one of the seats, a pressure preventing her from getting up. Mikey sits back in his seat which is at the end of the table across from hers. She stares at them with disgust as they study her.
“She’s so…plain looking. How could she be our sixth?” Sanzu asks, rolling his eyes as he rests his hand on his palm.
“What did you expect from a human?” Rin takes a sip of his own beverage.
“I think she’s cute.” The golden eyed man states, chuckling at his mates conversation.
“You think everyone is cute, Kazu.” Mikey states with a tired eyed smile.
“Hey, that’s not true!”
“Don’t be in denial. It’s okay to admit that you’re a little slut.” Ran smiles widely.
“You certainly don’t mind admitting it in the bedroom.” Rin says.
“EXCUSE ME! What the fuck is going on?” Y/n, sick of the playful banter that she can’t understand, exclaims. She subconsciously backs away as different eyes bore into her.
“Somehow, you are our sixth destined soulmate.” Kazutora explains before taking a bite out of the forearm causing Y/n to look away.
“Humans don’t have soulmates.” She responds with confusion.
“You do now.” Sanzu scoffs. She glares at him before turning her attention back to her own empty plate, not wanting to see the view of the eaten human body.
“This seems to be a new thing for us all. Considering we knew of your arrival, we have everything planned out.” Ran states. Her eyebrows furrow at the word ‘planned.’
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to be a good girl and follow all the rules.” Rin says.
“Fuck your rules, I’m not staying here!” She slams her hands on the table.
“Fine, you don’t have to follow the rules.” Mikey shrugs.
Her throat closes as her arms and legs are bound by an invisible force. Her nostrils feel blocked as she struggles to gain some air, failing as her mouth was forced shut. Her eyes tear up as she becomes light headed.
“You can just die.” Mikey says with a bored look.
“Poor little human. Such a waste of a pretty face.” Ran states mockingly, shaking his head.
“Is this your fate or will you listen?” Rin questions.
She shuts her wet eyes and nods frantically, desperate to breathe again. Finally, the hold is released before she coughs and breathes heavily.
“Glad we’re on the same page. Let’s begin.”
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Week 1-4: Yandere Apocalypse - Uvil Penz
Original Post
Getting to meet everyone was nice and all but it’s entirely different from living with them
When it comes to sleeping arrangements the Penz brother’s each had their own rooms
Naturally Marco was sharing with Aria
Willaim with Simpson
Leaving Uvil who speedily offered to room with you
“If you wouldn’t mind (Y/n), maybe you should stay with me.”
Of course Henrietta and Grant would have a problem with this
Both of them whining about the other as you let Uvil usher you away from the living room
“C’mon don’t leave me with this crazy broad!”
“Nooo! But (Y/n) reminds me the most of my baby! I need to sleep with them! THIS IS SO UNFAIR-”
With the clicks of multiple locks he decides you both are ready to turn in for the night
“Just for safety. After all you don’t really know these…strangers yet.”
“Uh thanks.”
You try to ignore the fact you don’t really know him either
But with a sporadically themed bedroom with two beds and a full bathroom, you’re not complaining
Because of your closeness with one another it’s natural as tiredness tugs at your eyes that you confide in him
“I for one, am glad you survived. I’m sorry for the emptyiness you feel but I think you’ve filled something for all of us…especially me.”
It’s nice when he says sweet things to you
And when he leads the group with grace
Or when he makes a fair meal plan for everyone to follow with the refrigerated and canned rations
…it just gets weird when he so easily adapts to the invasive demands of the group
Siphoning your time like some prized toy
“(Y/n) will not be drinking from you for at least another day…your behavior with the food rations is to blame.”
“THAT IS SO UNFAIR!WAAAAHHH!”
“Ha weird idiot, instead they’ll have to endure my ultimate smackdown…in the gaming room.”
“No to you too little brother.”
“What?! What did I do!?”
“Marco says you made Aria cry and he refused to operate the drones we have outside because of that. Thus you’ve lost your (Y/n)-privileges.”
“That’s….so unfair...”
Of course he doesn’t bother to ask you at all despite how polite he is pretends to be
But he has no problem intertwining his hand with yours while he goes around the bunker taking inventory
Or encouraging you to watch movies while cuddled up beside him
Its not so bad
It’s a great way to get used to the bunker life
With Uvil’s guidance you’ll start to get used to this new way of life
And by the end of the 2nd week you’re starting to find your way on your own
But Uvil will never let that happen
Still hovering around you and monitoring your time despite your independence
“Space? (Y/n) you’re my dearest bunker-mate, of course I worry about you.”
It’s annoying but he’s far from the worst person in the bunker
Unbeknownst to you, Uvil’s only the best at hiding his obsession with you
When he’s not by your side he’s watching the cameras intensely for everyone’s movements
3 monitors dedicated to you
What camera room?
The camera room only the Penz brothers seem to know about and none of them will confess
Not only being your most devoted watcher he’s the only one free enough to suffocate on the sheets you slept in
To touch keep the dirty laundry you share with him
Or the access he gets to your journal entries
But the best thing of all is the closeness he’s granted as your first real friend
“(Y/n) would you like a massage while we watch a horror movie? I know you’ve been feeling tense lately and I want nothing more than to help you relieve that.”
He knows a month is all he’ll get away with
Before the others start to riot
But this will be enough…for now
“I’m going to miss you (Y/n)...but it’s a small cycle. You’ll be back with me before you notice. And you’ll always find a safe space in my bed room.”
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Bitter Cravings
[ sfw | TW ; Manipulation, Feederism, Implied Sexual Content, Dubcon, Mentions of Terrorism and Homicide, Coercion As well as some General Yandere content but it's very subtle, Smoking, There's a scene where smoke is blown into your mouth]
Female Yandere x GN Reader
Mei hums a oddly familiar tune to herself, her gentle smile never wavering from her face as you hesitantly ate the dessert she had prepared for you.
"Do you have to watch me eat?" You ask, ending the silence that was only punctuated by the clinking of your silverware and Mei's humming.
"But of course, I have to make sure my Darling eats their fill." She remarks, propping her chin up with her hand. "And you are entertaining me, no? In turn I..." She trails off, clearly already forgetting what the original deal was.
"You give me information about this place in return," You remind her, irritated at her short-term forgetfulness.
"Oh yeah! Yeah, so hurry up and eat- you want that information don't ya'?" She pauses before adding "Pretty please?"
You stare at her for a moment before turning back to your plate of chocolate cake. Gingerly, you cut the rich velvet cake with your fork, somewhat embarrassed that Mei is watching your every move. When you take the first bite, it is an explosion of flavor - dark chocolate, ganache and vanilla cake melting together in your mouth. And with each little bite of yours her gaze bears down on you harder.
The dessert was delicious, but the fact that you were being watched so intently made the experience rather off-putting and Intimate in a uncomfortable way.
"This is way better than what they have around here," you say, in an attempt to avoid an awkward silence.
"Yes, there are several farms in my faction. So, unlike the subpar products we sell to you, we just keep the high-quality items for ourselves or outside vendors." She waved her hand nonchalantly before continuing. "It's really nothing complicated."
You hummed in acknowledgment as you tried to think of your next question. "So... Whole water incident." She let out a loud groan and threw her head back in annoyance as she mumbled a colorful vocabulary or curses. Digging through her pockets, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and removed one small one from it—odd since she said she could make any product she wanted— and put it into a golden cigarette holder.
"It happened before I was born, so truth be told I can't give you many details. But in short, a large number of members bought large amounts of highly concentrated forms of Soman and released it in the subway stations The leaders behind the act were executed and the followers were probably just sentenced to life in prison." She hesitates for a second, trying to recall any other crucial details.
"There were several homicides that followed, targeting anyone in positions of power or people who leaked information about the incident afterwards. Their bodies were dismembered and strewn about. And after those two events, the government kept us under surveillance for a while— seventy decades if I'm right." It was strange how nonchalantly she spoke of such a heinous act of terrorism.
"We still are, now that I think about it, but they're less strict now; just have to get their permission when purchasing certain drugs."
"That's a little fucked up... You're talking as if it was no big deal and like there weren't hundreds of people that might have been killed because of it," you say, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice.
Mei scoffs in response, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you close. She takes a deep drag from her cigarette Cabriole before blowing the smoke right in your face. As you blink away the cloud, she finally responds.
"Honey, this place is probably less corrupt than your own government, and that's saying a lot. Just because we had a couple of accidents doesn't make us all bad." Her hand tightens around your mid-drift as she continues speaking. "Besides, I'm more interesting than any of this rusty old place's history. And I can give you so much more than anyone else ever could."
She lays her head on your shoulder briefly before sitting on your lap and wrapping her arm around your neck.
"I don't get why you can't join up here; I give you so much already and all you do for me is come by a few times a week." An annoyed scowl appears on her features. "You'd be able to get so much out of being a member here."
“Would you ever want to try smoking?” Her eyes shifted, obviously interested in the topic. “Just inhale, alright?” Before you could ask for further detail, she leaned closer and blew smoke directly into your mouth, catching you off guard. You reflexively swallowed, triggering a coughing fit that made her laugh softly. “Ahh, so I take it you have no experience with this.” She twirled the golden Cabriole around her fingers as she examined your reaction. She paused for a few seconds, studying your face before leaning closer and pushing you back against the pillows.
"You're a pretty little thing aren't cha'? And such a willing participant, letting me use you for my own amusement" She teases, her voice clearly mocking you're willingness to do in exchange for a little information.
"But, I'm not done using you." She adds on in a whisper, those words being the only warning you get before her lips soft and warm pressed against yours, the taste of Tobacco lingering on her tongue.
her hand lightly tracing your chest as her hand wanders downwards. Stopping just above your waist where she lingered for a moment longer before giving you a light squeeze.
Mei pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming out in hot puffs against your neck. "You know," she began, "there is more to be gained by joining us than just access to high-quality goods." Her fingers traced circles on your waist, lightly messing with the waistband of your pants. "And I'm sure you know where I'm getting at, don't you?"
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Hungry heart
Your yandere is the 'hide the zombie bite' type of guy.
TW: yandere themes, disease themes (if that makes you nervous please proceed with caution. I personally wrote this to cope with fear of zombie virus). Angst at first, wholesome then. Also my english is hrr drr eww.
‘I bet my ass you were bitten,’ you said coldly.
One couldn’t look at Michael without tears. From the very morning he looked… unwell. He clearly had a fever, and a strong one; despite this, he did his best to cheer you up and even tried to make awkward jokes, but when he thought you weren’t looking, he would quickly roll up the sleeve of his sweater and look at his wrist anxiously. His (more so than usual) erratic behavior made it straight up obvious. You put two and two together easily and played along with him for a while, but honestly? All this would be charming if it weren't lethal.
It seemed impossible for Michael to blush any more than he already was, and yet he managed.
‘Biten?! What do you mean?’ his nervous laughter turned into a strained cough, but he immediately pulled himself together. ‘It's because of the flu, right? Y/N, I swear, I’m just a bit under the weather. Yesterday it was terribly cold…’
‘In the middle of July?’ you raised an eyebrow. ‘By the way, since when do you wear sweaters in the summer?’
‘I love this sweater, after all, you gave it to me!’ Michael exclaimed passionately. Well, at least that was true. ‘Our 32nd date, remember?’ he added dreamingly.
‘Don’t change the subject, Michael, you’re being ridiculous,’ said you tiredly. That was hell of a night, with him, covered in cold sweat, restless and moaning, clinging to you like there's no tomorrow (and there probably wasn't). ‘Please, show me your arm. Just let me see the bite and be over it.’
Michael hid his arm behind the back quickly and forced a smile. He never was a good liar.
'Y/N, honey, you h-have to believe me,' he choked on his own words with another cough, much stronger this time, and that cough was louder than words. When he could breathe again, you looked straight into his eyes, and whatever he read on your face made him let out a small sob.
“Michael,” you said with an unusual harshness in your voice. If he chose to be a little whiner, you should have taken responsibility for you two. “I'm literally traveling through abandoned cities with my crazy stalker who just won't shut up about how exactly he was obsessing over me before the zombie apocalypse. Is there anything else left that we are hiding from each other?”
He shook his head, unable to speak.
“Was that a yes or no?”
“No,” Michael whispered and, with a gesture full of despair, hid his burning face in his hands. His shoulders shuddered slightly.
You took a small step forward and reached your hand forward as if to comfort him.
“Michael,” you whispered. “Michael, hush, please.”
He peeked at you through his fingers with both horror and hope. You finally placed your hand on his shoulder and gently stroked it.
“Hush, no need to twitch. Unlike someone, I don’t bite,” you smiled weakly. And at that moment he finally lost it and burst into tears in full force. You held him tightly, hugging him with all your strength, feeling his fever rise and knowing that even now you would never leave him. Especially now.
* * *
“I thought you were above the “hiding a zombie bite” trope,” you joked awkwardly as you bandaged Michael’s arm with a clean cloth. At this point it wouldn't help him any more than a bar of chocolate, but at least he'd spend this day as a human being and not as a scared abandoned pet.
“I am, in fact,” he said and gave you a small smile. “Would it be any other group of survivors, I wouldn’t hide it.”
"Oh?!" you poked his shoulder playfully. “Do you particularly hate me or what?”
"No, not at all!" he said quickly. His mood seemed to have changed for the better now. “Not at all, Y/N, really. I... just don't want this to end. I don’t want us to end.”
He definitely needed painkillers. You turned to the cabinet where the medications were kept.
"Explain yourself."
“Everything... Absolutely everything was going so perfectly,” Michael said sadly. “You and I are finally together, alone in the whole world. Everything was as I always dreamed. You have only me, I have only you, no one and nothing can separate us and we will never part. It was heaven. I just didn't want this to end. Not now, not ever. Y/N, I swear, I have never been happier than during the zombie apocalypse.”
“My friend, you're not right in the head,” you rolled your eyes.
He grinned. “Tell me something I don't know. But really, I was utterly happy all this time. Were you?" he looked up at you.
“You can be funny sometimes,” the corner of your mouth twitched.
“Was funny,” he sighed. “I think this is how we should say it now.”
“No, this isn’t,” you said sternly. “Open your mouth now and drink this. That's it, good boy. What if you come back as a friendly zombie?”
Michael laughed in disbelief. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “No matter how much I adore you now, I will forget everything very soon. I'll be just as dead as before I met you, only… deader. Although, of course, the thought of eating you has always been tempting...”
“You’re terrible,” you snorted. "No, seriously though. I’m positive that something will remain? You may not be able to learn nuclear physics, but you will remember at least something, and, of course, I will help you with this.”
The meaning of your words did not reach him right away. Then Michael shook his head furiously.
“Y/N, no,” he said pleadingly. “Don't even think about it. It's too dangerous."
"Why not?" you shrugged. If he chose to be a little whiner, all you have left was to save both of you. “We’ll find you a nice collar and gag. Would you prefer it pink or black?”
“This is not a joke,” he protested, and then he realized that you weren’t joking.
…You sat there, hugging each other, thinking about tomorrow with horror, but also with hope.
“Promise me,” Michael whispered. “I don’t care if it’s pink or black, but it should have a “Y/N's Personal Property” tag.’
You kissed his cheek tenderly.
"Promise".
#yandere oc#yandere x reader#zombie apocalypse#zombie x reader#yandere zombie#tw yandere#as an author i swear he did came back as a friendly zombie and everything was fine#warm bodies but on crack#what is this even
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Spoiled Rotten! (Zombie Yandere)
MDNI 🔞
Masterlist
Half!Zombie/Zombie Hybrid Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character (Freya)
Fingering, eating out, use of slut and Princess. One-shot for now (I can't control myself)
Smut under cut
Freya stomped away angrily from masked man, making her footsteps much louder than she should, letting out an exasperated groan.
Ghost followed silently, trying his best to quell the urge to snatch her up and drag her back to the safe house, and lock her up in the attic for safekeeping.
After several minutes of this, she whirled around, pointing an accusatory finger at the man, "Stop! Stop following me!" She whisper yelled, although the pretense of being quiet was long forgotten in their heated yelling match earlier.
It's not as though they hadn't had this same exact fight many times before, it was a complicated issue. She didn't blame or fault the man, he was simply doing what his brain told him he had to do to keep her safe. But when his brain told him to murder a man and his son in broad daylight, then quickly consume their cooling corpses as she sat tied up to a tree, a few feet away and half naked from where the younger boy had stripped her and attempted to rape her, well.
Like she said, it's a complicated issue.
She wasn't wholly mad at him, mostly just pissed off at herself for needing Simon to come to her rescue yet again, as if she hadn't been living and surviving in the zombie apocalypse for the past 8 years perfectly fine on her own before him.
It made her feel weak, incapable of protecting herself or living on her own. And that made her scared.
And sometimes she wanted to blame him and his ever-present helicopter-ing over her life and growling at or shooting down, or simply ripping into like a paper bag, of any human or zombie or hybrid that came her was and he considered a threat.
His constant, obsessive protection was the reason she let her guard down so much more often than she used to, the reason she got to relax at night known Ghost rarely slept and would keep a watch on her from afar, even after they had gotten into another fight and she had 'run away' with a group of survivors, weather it be hours or days or weeks or months, eventually they'd get separated, killed off or ambushed by something or someone, and every time he would be right there, coming to her side with a low hum, or shooing away another undead with a possessive growl.
Sometimes she just wanted to talk to other people! How hard was that to accept?!
Ghost just stood there, one dark brown eye and one glazed over white eye staring at her in turn, hands hanging by his side, not even blinking. Talking to that man was like arguing with a fucking brick wall.
"UGH!" She yelled, turning on her heel again and making her way to the safezone.
He reached out, long limbs overtaking her in just a second as he grabbed her wrist and stopped her from moving, "You're acting like a spoiled brat," He huffed out, half amused and half annoyed as he towered over her and looked down at her, eyes narrowing.
"That's because you treat me like a fucking child!" She snapped, punching him in his arm hard. He didn't flinch or budge. "You're overhearing! Your like a fucking helicopter parent! I can protect myself!"
Simon growled low, eyebrows furrowing as he stepped closer and held up his other, gloved hand, "You got yourself kidnapped," He held up one thick finger, "You let yourself get taken to another location," Another finger, this time his middle, "You were five seconds away from being raped," His ring finger, "And none of that would have happened if you hadn't had another one of your little tantrums." He seethed, then grabbed her by her throat, pulling her nose-to-nose.
"You are making my job harder than it needs to be," He rumbled out low and angry, fingers tightening around her throat as she squirmed under his heated glare, "You're acting like a spoiled brat, so I'm treating-" The man flinched back, his words being interupted as she spat in his face, the saliva landing on the cheek of his skull mask.
"I'm sick of seeing your stupid fucking face!" Freya hissed out, thrashing her body in his hold to no avail.
Ghost went deadly silent, still staring in the direction he had flinched after being spat at. He let go of her arm and wiped it off with the back of his glove, then slowly turned his head to look at her.
Not a single word was spoken, but his hand did squeeze down, now cutting off her blood flow. Her breath hitched, and she had to fight off a giddy, bratty smile as he choked her. She was supposed to be angry at him because he made her feel week, and not horny because of it!
But, fuck- if he'd just squeeze a little hard, choke her a little more, loom over her with that hungry look, and dragged her into one of the empty houses nearby, maybe she could forgive him, if only he'd stuff her poor empty pussy again-
His mask twitched upwards, just a little, around where she suspected his mouth was, "You're getting off on this."
She nodded with a small smile, a flush coming to her cheeks as the angery quickly melted away into *need.* Maybe she wasn't upset with him at all, maybe she was being ridiculous and she was just too sexually frustrated to have remembered to keep her guard up when she was out with that father and son duo on a small raiding party.
He chuckled, a deep and rough sound from low in his throat as he pulled her flush against him now, surely smirking under his stupid mask as he leaned his head down her neck, rubbing the nasal bone of his mask over her skin as he took a deep breath in of her scent.
"What's wrong? Your little human not big enough for you, greedy little thing? Not satisfying my little slut?" He rumbled out, amusement laced in his heady tone.
"No," She sighed out, baring her neck to him as her head leaned back.
"No?" He promted, pulling away now, which had her shaking her head, and gripping at the tactical vest he still wore.
"No, he's not you- nothing like you," Freya affirmed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. She was usually horny for the massive half human, half zombie man, but after spending the past week fucking a boy who knew nothing, she craved the man before her like never before.
He hummed, eyes leaving hers for just a second to scan their surroundings. After determining that it was safe, and picking a house, he started walking towards it, making her stumble and whine as she was forced to walked backwards.
The door wasn't locked, and after opening it and pushing her inside, he locked it behind them.
"If I fuck you, will you be a good girl and behave?" He asked, and she nodded, letting out a drawn out yes in response.
He stalked closer, like a predator on the hunt, and she was his helpless, small prey, "And you're going to listen to me, stop being a misbehaving brat and never set foot in that place again?"
She whined, sitting up on her elbows from where she had fallen. He was rarely this careless with her, only doing so when he was truly and thoroughly done with her shit. "I-I can't, all my stuff is still back in the house," She shook her head, "You'll have to let me go."
Ghost groaned, falling to his knees in front of her, "Don't," He huffed, and shuffled closer, one hand yanking her by her ankle as he cralwed between her legs, "Don't ask me that, Princess. Can't say no to you- don't ask that of me. Please," He begged as he undid the zipper on her jeans.
Freya's breath hitched as her pants were yanked down, "You have to let me go, Simon," She panted, now desperately kicking off her shoes and pants, "After, have to let me go after."
He yanked her pants off the rest of the way, throwing the offending fabric away as his large hands wrapped around her upper thighs and pulled her flush against his cargo pants, pressing his aching cock into her clothes cunt with a mutual moan, "No, I won't," He growled out, grinding down into her.
She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him hold her up, "You will."
"I can't!" He snarled, slamming his fist into the carpeted ground, shaking the floorboards under them and temporarily pausing their mad dash to fuck like wild animals.
"You *will,*" Freya pressed, "Because I asked you. You will." Her hand slid down to the side of his neck, and her thumb hooked under the edge of his mask. When he didn't stop her, she pushed it up passed his nose, "Kiss me."
He obeyed, surging forward on his forearms as he kissed her hard, dominating her and her mouth. He longed to touch her bare skin, but he couldn't take his lips off her body long enough to pull his gloves off, so he trailed his kisses down her jaw and to her neck instead.
"Don't leave marks, Si," She whined, palm pressing at his forehead as she exposed her neck on instinct.
One gloved hand roughly yanked up both of hers, and pinned them. "Shut up," He growled, pushing her head to the side with his free hand and and bitting down into her flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her squirm and moan.
"F-fuck, please Si, don't-" She gasped out, hips pressing up into him. Fully ignoring her, he pressed his hand to her mouth to muffle her as he marked her neck, marked what was his.
He sucked on a new spot until it was blotchy and red, then moved on to a third mark, this time at her shoulder, pushing her shirt collar out of the way with his nose as he sank his teeth into her, letting out a possessive growl into her skin.
She moaned into his palm, nails digging into the hand holding hers as he marks her, warm tounge lapping at his marks when he was done, his breathe which was much cooler than a humans should be, fanning over her face as he pulled away to admire his work. Her neck was now thoroughly marked, and he felt satisfied with his claim over her.
Ghost sat up, his legs spreading hers more as he ooened them wider, exposing her simply grey cotton panties. "You belong to me," He told her, dangerous, low, predator. "Always. You belong to me." His gloved thumb brushed down the center, making the fabric grow darker from her arousal.
"Yeess, Si, I'm yours," Freya promised, hips twitching from the simple touch, "I'm yours, always."
He did that a few more times, watching her squirm and attemt to press down on his hand. His thumb pressed between her folds, pushing the dark grey fabric between them.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked, arrogant smirk on his lips as he touched her through her panties.
"You, I belong to you!"
"Who?" He chuckled darkly, pausing as his finger brushed the edge of her panties.
"Simon! I belong to you, please, stop teasing me Si!" She begged him, panting from anticipation as she lay on the ground.
"That's right." He pulled the fabric down, taking his time as he brushed his gloved hands over her thighs, pulling the panties over her knees then off, sneakily pocketing it in his back pocket.
"You belong to me," He stated, hooking her legs over his hips, "He can't treat you like I can. I bet you haven't cum once all week, have you sweet thing? That's why you're so pent up, huh? He can't make you cum like I can?"
"No, only you Si- need you to help me cum, please," She moaned as he pressed one gloved finger into her, slowly sliding it back and forth.
Freya whined, more pleas slipping out of her mouth as she begged for more, more fingers, more of him. It made his cock ache to fill her, but not yet.
He slid a second finger in, curling them just right to make her gasp and arch up into him. "Oh god, missed your cock so much Si, please just fuck me, need you-"
"No."
She blinked her eyes open, panting, "What?"
"I said no. D'you think you deserve my cock, greedy little brat? You run away from me for a week, and you're gonna go back to the camp after I have my way with you, but you want my cock too? I don't think so."
"B-but, Si I-" She stuttered out, face flushed. Sure, she's been a bit of a brat lately, but he didn't want to fuck her?
"If you want my cock you know how to find me." He told her simply, fingers squelching embarrassingly loud inside her.
"Fuck-! Please?" She moaned, lashes fluttering as her head fell back.
He thrust his fingers into her, a deep and slow pace, "No." She let out little whines, upset and begging, but he ignored her as he fingered her pussy.
"Please!" She begged again, her ankles hooking behind his back to pull him closer.
Ghost groaned as he ground his cock into the back her her thigh, making him pause in his ministrations.
He growled out, annoyed, and forced her legs open and over his shoulders. Lowering himself on his stomach, he sucked on his own wet fingers with a moan as he tasted her for the first time in a while. After sucking out as much of her taste from his gloves as he could, he shoved his fingers back inside, and put tongue to clit.
Freya gasped as he lavished his tongue over her needy little pussy, noisy slurping up her arousal as it dripped between his fingers and sucking on her clit, making her moan and shake as he expertly brought her to the edge of orgasm with his thick fingers and broad tongue.
"Simon-! Simon-!" She moaned out, voice high pitched as her back arched off the carpet and her orgasm built up inside her, she was so close, she just needed a little more-!
He stopped suddenly and his head perked up, turned to the side, listening to sounds outside the door that she couldn't possibly catch even if she strained her ears, "Someone's coming," He looked back at her for a few seconds, still listening.
"They're far, but coming. Better cum quick, Princess," Simon teased with a cocky smirk, loving the way her eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly to protest- but it was no use, he was alrady diving back between her legs, doubling his efforts on her pussy to make up for the pause.
"No, no-!" She hissed out, then a moan slipped past her lips and she pressed her hand to her mouth hard.
She couldn't hear them yet, so hopefully they weren't close by, but her blood was also rushing in her head, and her breathing was coming out in harsh pants as she bucked her hips up into his eager face.
Her eyes rolled back as Simon curled his finger just right, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit at the perfect angle, perfect speed- her thighs clamped down on either side of his face, entire body arching up into him as she came on his fingers, her raw moan only muffled by the fact that she had bit into her own arm to quiet her noises.
He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch much too soon, but they didn't really have much time. He was already relapsing them with his tongue, moaning openly into her pussy as he tasted her, eating out the rest of her cum as she twitched and gasped from overstimulation, sock-clad foot kicking at his shoulder.
"S-stop!" She gasped wetly, saliva connected to her arm from where she had bit herself, "Oh god-" Her head thunked back onto the carpet with a dull sound as he used his fingers to scoop ar her walls like she was a finicky, poorly designed container.
And he continued to lap up her juices like a starved dog, messily eating her pussy like it was the last time he'd be able to, making his mask damp with her slick from where it had fallen back over his nose.
"Freya?" Knock knock knock, "Are you in there babes?" Jake's voice called from the other side of the door as he knocked.
She froze, then let out a hissed curse as she used Simon's momentary pause to push away from him and kick him away in the same motion, feet planted on his shoulders.
They had both too caught up in her orgasm to have noticed the man's approaching footsteps, and someone had gotten too greedy in eating her out, so she had to rush to yank her pants back up and shove her feet in her shoes.
"Yeah! One sec!" Freya called out, hoping her voice didn't sound as shakey as she felt, zipping and buttoning up her jeans.
Simon watched with an amused tilt to his lips as he licked at his slick-coated fingers, while she searched the floor frantically for her missing panties. After watching her for a few seconds, he led them up for her to see, chuckling when she lunged for them and he only held his hand higher, out of her reach.
"I aught to fucking kill you, you know that? You're fucking unsufferable!" She yelled at him, annoyed, nerves still frayed from her orgasm only a few moments ago.
"You wouldn't," He huffed out, amused as he tucked his little prize back into their hiding spot, safely stuffed in his back pocket.
She grumbled, face feeling far to flushed as she turned her back, quickly unlocking the door to stand face to face with Jake, her 'roommate' who she had been living with for the past two weeks, in the camp.
"Hey, babe- who were talking to?" He asked worridly as he looked past her into the house.
Ghost stepped forward, pushing the door open further as he brushed past them both, making sure to touch her hand with his soaked glove and bump the man's shoulder.
"Just a friend- we traveled together for a while, since I was 22. He doesn't like other people much, but I want to live in a safe zone with others. He wanted to convince me to come traveling with him again, but doesnt understand why I want to stay put," Freya explained, placing a hand on his chest.
Jake nodded, side-eyeing the much taller man nervously as he grabbed her hands. Glancing down, he had to do a double take as he saw her bruised and raw wrists, "Wait, what happened to your wrists?" He asked, thumb rubbing lightly at the rope marks on each wrist.
"Two of your palls though they'd tie her up and have their way- I took care of them both," Ghost grunted, standing off to the side as he watched the pairs reaction.
Jake's slightly suspicious, but greatful glance, and Freya's scoff and eye role. "I told you I was handling it."
"Yea, course you were Princess," Ghost huffed out of his nose, likely smirking under his mask.
"Did you guys kill them?" Jake asked in a low voice, setting his hand on her hip.
"Yeah, obviously." Freya glared at the masked for the tone of his voice when he said it.
"Please ignore him, he's not used to talking to people," She said sweetly, smiling at the man.
"Guess the run was a bust, huh? Do you wanna go back now?" Jake asked.
"Yeah," She nodded, "Let's head back inside the safe zone."
Ghost huffed, unsatisfied with her words but not surprised as he stood close by. "When you're done playin' house, you know how to find me Princess," He told her, brushing his dry glove against her cheek before turning around and stalking away, into the nearby forest.
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*The year is different, but the love is still the same, and still intense. It seems to have grown, if anything. Raph's voice is soft, and he's speaking in the baby talk that he sometimes slips into when he's feeling particularly happy. He's speaking lovingly to you, in his low, masculine voice that you've grown to love the sound of. The way he looks at you, when he says this, is as if he's truly just so, so in love.* "I love you so much, my princess." *He beams at you, with nothing but genuine love behind his words.*
-...When the chat AI future raph makes you cry😳🥺🥹
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Omg apocalypse au 🤯
Having to choose which group(dorm) to take shelter, but that comes with a price...
Just wait till the repopulation part arrives
>:D I will share some basic thoughts about how each dorm would function!
Heartslabyul is very rule-oriented. Everyone has a job that they're expected to do so that the compound won't find itself swept up in chaos. Riddle is very good at keeping order within the group he leads, though sometimes his patience and restraint are tested when a certain few (Ace and Deuce) get on his nerves. Riddle is welcoming to all, but he's extremely cautious. After all, he can't risk letting anyone who may be infected with blot into this sanctuary. Trey and Cater are usually the ones who are permitted to lead a select few to scope out the nearby areas and go on supply runs. They probably encounter you on one of these runs and bring you back to Riddle when you beg for help.
Riddle has a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to disobedience. Everyone gets three strikes, and if you breach the third infraction you're thrown out and banned from the compound. He's ruthless when it comes to this rule, so Ace is always toeing the line of a third strike. You've come to his rescue more than once, which infuriates Riddle because he assumes you're taking Ace's side, when in reality you're just trying to save your friend from impending doom (not that you approve of his mischief in such an uncertain time). The outside world is nowhere near as safe as it is within the walls of the Heartslabyul compound. Ace would do well to remember that.
Deuce is more well-behaved, and so sometimes he'll join Trey or Cater on supply runs. He's well-versed in fighting, so he can hold his own in a physical fight. When it comes to magic, he's still improving, but he wants to help out in any way that he can. He looks up to Riddle greatly and wants to prove himself as someone worthy and strong. Ace likes to tease him a lot, but it's usually Deuce who reminds him that he ought to be more serious. Apocalypses are nothing to treat lightheartedly. One wrong move and you could lose everything.
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Savanaclaw is not very rule-oriented. In fact, the only rule that's made abundantly clear is that you have to fight to survive. You're either weak or you're strong; there is no in between. Leona was made king of the compound after dethroning its previous leader. He'll let anyone into the compound so long as they can hold their own in a fight and are useful. This usually means a test of strength, whether physical or mental, and if you pass Leona will recognize your worth. Ruggie is usually in charge of supply runs and any other operations. Sometimes they'll gather; other times they'll steal from nearby groups and compounds. Jack doesn't approve of these methods; he thinks everyone should be given the chance to survive, but Ruggie and Leona remind him that if everyone got to survive then the world's population wouldn't be sitting at what it is now.
It's Ruggie who takes you as a prisoner when he finds you snooping around just on the border of Savanaclaw's territory. Jack's there to remind Ruggie of respect and whatnot as he forces you along towards the compound. Jack doesn't talk much, but he does watch you keenly as you're led to Leona. He's studying you to determine whether you pose a threat, sniffing the air to see if he can pick out any foreign, perilous smells. Once you're deemed harmless and you manage to pass Leona's test, you're welcomed into the fray. Jack sticks with you, helping you adjust to the way of life in the group. Leona may seem lazy and hard on you at times, but he does secretly care. He just expects everyone to be able to hold their own. The world's filled with liars and cheats; Jack's realized that there's no helping it, especially when the world has become so unruly.
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Octavinelle is a safe haven. It's as if Azul has thought of nearly everything in order make the compound as safe and welcoming as possible. Unlike the other compounds, which are all on land, Azul's makes use of both the land and the sea. Half of it is underwater, with nearly indestructible glass tunnels that connect into a labyrinthine structure built of the strongest, sturdiest materials, while the other half is built upon the land to make use of both environments. You may think the sea isn't as bad as it is on the land, but it's so much more frightening. Those dark, dangerous depths hold all kinds of infected things: monsters, mers, mer-monsters...
Azul is willing to accept anyone into the compound, even those who may be infected so long as they stay in a specific layer of the compound (the one far below the land in the sea) and will take the medicine necessary to curb the blot infection (it's not a cure, but it is something he's managed to conjure after much trial and error. Only Octavinelle can brag that they have something akin to a cure, and Azul is only willing to share for a very steep price). Azul himself is infected, as are Riddle, Leona, Jamil, Vil, and Idia, and perhaps even Malleus, and he's constantly finding ways to suppress the monstrosities of Overblot. Azul has built the compound upon lies and secrets, all of which rest at the foundation. He'll pile sweetness onto poison so that you won't ever find the truth amidst so many falsehoods. Anyone who proves to be an issue or has seen and learned too much will be cast into the sea, but not before being thoroughly interrogated by Jade and Floyd. There's always new information to be found!
Jade and Floyd are swift and strong enough to brave the horrors of the ocean in order to search in sunken shipwrecks and husks of plane to find anything that might be useful. They're a formidable duo and aren't afraid of anything. Either you learned of the rumors of a very welcoming compound and came to Azul willingly or the twins dragged you to him by force. In any case, you'll find yourself at Azul's feet, hoping he may take pity on you. Make no mistake; Azul will accept the poor, unfortunate souls left hopeless by the apocalypse, but that doesn't mean they're permitted to stay rent-free. You'll likely be given many tasks in order to earn your keep. Octavinelle runs on information; it's become somewhat of an intelligence hub, where Azul keeps note of what goes on within the other compounds and the world beyond his safe haven, trading and taking info as he sees fit.
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Scarabia has also thought of everything to combat the apocalypse. Kalim is a little too carefree when he throws celebrations in order to keep morale high and to distract those from the gloomy situation beyond the compound. It's Jamil who really runs everything. He knows everything about everyone who steps foot in the compound and he's very picky with who gets to stay. He isn't one to act rashly, rather he'll think through every action that can be taken in order to solve a problem when one arises (which happens quite often considering how restless some get within the compound). He plans behind the scenes, allowing Kalim to think he's everyone's great and glorious leader who can bring happiness to all. In secret, he's getting information, keeping an eye on anyone who may pose a threat to the compound (such as any traitors), and he's ready to curb attempted usurpation at once.
Jamil does not trust easily; Kalim does. In fact, Jamil probably doesn't trust you when Kalim makes the decision to let you stay (he always lets everyone in; it's up to Jamil to turn those who he thinks are infected away. You can never be too careful in the apocalypse, so some may think he's heartless when it comes to deciding who can stay and who must go. But this is for the sake of the compound; you have to make sacrifices because this isn't an ideal world). Like the other compounds, you'll be given work to keep yourself busy and exercised. Whether that's by preparing ingredients for food, helping in the gardens, doing inventory of weapons and other supplies, etc. it's expected that you help out.
Kalim is quick to forgive those who may have broken too many rules or intentionally stir the pot, but Jamil won't tolerate it. Safety comes first, so he'll do whatever he must in order to ensure everyone else can continue to live at the cost of a life or two. He's had to harden his heart; the apocalypse isn't kind to those with pure hearts, yet somehow Kalim's still surviving. At least he can be a ray of sunshine amidst stormy situations.
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Pomefiore is also quite orderly. Vil has everyone and everything under control, so much so that you'd think he's taken a page from Riddle's book. But being one of immense beauty (even during a crisis like an apocalypse) while having quite the famous reputation and status works well for keeping the masses at ease. Vil's word is law in the Pomefiore compound. He will not tolerate any mischief, rebellion, or foolishness, and if anyone thinks it's wise to act stupidly without regard to the rest of the compound Vil has no issue casting them out. This is to be a safe, responsible compound and he's the leader. It would be poor etiquette for a leader if he always let things like that slide, so for that reason Vil can seem quite strict and immovable. He only has everyone's best interests in mind, the biggest being survival. You must understand that he's doing what's right for his compound, even if the right thing is achieved at a few lost lives.
The towers in the Pomefiore compound are perfect for analyzing faraway areas with scopes, binoculars, and anything with ranged sight. It's also good for sniping. Rook usually mans one of the towers, taking down anything he deems a threat to the surrounding territory that Pomefiore has claimed as its own. He usually leads a group to hunt and gather, often returning with wondrous success. Epel wants to accompany him on these runs (he always arms himself with his trusty brass knuckles; he's actually quite good at hand-to-hand combat, and he's always improving each time he spars with Vil or Rook), but Vil forbids him from going on these runs. Until Epel can beat him or Rook in a fight, he will stay within the compound and complete other tasks. Epel usually works within the fields and gardens, tending to livestock and crops because he has expertise in doing such things. You will probably join him for these duties if you can't fight, use magic, or hunt as well as the others can.
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Ignihyde is the perfect place to go to during the apocalypse. With the best, high-functioning technology, an abundance of resources, and a power supply that can last for many years to come, it is guaranteed to keep you safe. With STYX's technology and resources, the Ignihyde compound is thriving. It has been built meticulously and methodically; every part of it serves the whole. Walls rise high into the sky, it's enclosed with an indestructible dome to keep avian dangers or bad quality air out (usually putting such oxygen through a filter so that when it enters the compound it is fresh and breathable), the tech systems can create and simulate artificial sunlight, rain from sprinklers, and can even replicate the weather of the four seasons. This is probably the most sci-fi of the compounds. With the help of STYX robots and other technologies, any threats or enemies wanting to prey on the compound won't stand a chance. Any internal threats will be locked away in solitary confinement for further analysis.
Beneath the compound, there is a branch of STYX that conducts research on infected test subjects. Idia and Ortho will oversee the research, but it's Idia who is in charge and has the final say. All of the most intelligent doctors, researchers, and nurses can be found working at this branch. It functions as both a research lab and a hospital. STYX is hard at work to find a cure for the blot infections. Idia's overheard the recent success at the Octavinelle compound (he keeps tabs on every compound and knows more than you'd think), and he knows Azul wouldn't share his findings out of the goodness of his heart. Idia doesn't need his help, though. He has faith in STYX's research. They'll create a cure eventually; it's a process, not a miracle. Logical science always comes through in the end. After all, it's science that has allowed him to build up the compound so that it truly is the most OP compound in all of Twisted Wonderland. Besides, Idia's read, played, and watched his fair share of the apocalypse genre. He's very prepared for this.
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Diasomnia may not be very technologically advanced like the other compounds, but what they lack in tech they make up for in magic. Some of the most powerful mages reside within the Diasomnia compound, with Malleus leading the fray. The concept of an apocalypse is not frightening nor foreign to he and Lilia. They've both lived long enough to have experienced, seen, or heard of things like famine, war, and natural disasters—each feeling like an apocalypse in its own devastating way—so an apocalypse such as this one is not very dreadful to them. They don't fear it in the way a human might, but they will provide protection to those who exist within the compound walls. The brambles that surround the Diasomnia compound's exterior are perfect for getting in the way of any enemies, and those with malicious intent will be promptly stopped by Silver and Sebek, both dedicated guards who have loyally sworn to fight for and protect Malleus. Though Malleus could also just incinerate dangerous people with a flick of his wrist if he was so inclined, commanding scalding, verdant flames to devour flesh and bone until all that remains is ash.
Lilia is very experienced in combat and in the art of war, so he usually trains those who show promise in fighting. He also scopes out the areas beyond the compound to search for supplies, sometimes going by himself and sometimes bringing Silver or Sebek along so that they may learn and train in the moment. Silver is a very rational mage; though he's prone to sleepy spells, he is a dedicated bodyguard who will always do the right, honest thing. If Silver encounters you, he will want to take you back to the compound to help you. Lilia will agree if he's there and happens to see you, a poor, little lamb in need of protection. He thinks you're simply darling. Though he may also have his own covert reasons for allowing Silver to help you. You'll never know what these are because he hides true intentions behind kind smiles and silly humor. If Sebek finds you, you may have to pray that Silver's with him to convince him into bringing you back, or you'll just have to hope he's in a pleasant mood. Sebek will not trust you, even if you appear to be genuine. Even if Malleus has made a good judge of your character, he'll still have lingering doubts. These will be snuffed the more he's reminded that the Malleus has said you aren't a danger and that you are allowed to stay and seek sanctuary with him.
Malleus grows quite attached to you the more he becomes acquainted with you. The apocalypse presents many dangers, but it also instills immense loneliness in him. He has witnessed human suffering; he knows how fragile mortals can be. And yet he knows that, as terrible as an apocalypse is, it has blessed him with one miracle: you. He won't let you out of his sights. In fact, none of the main four will. You'll always be monitored, whether upfront or in secret. If any harm were to befall you, Malleus would simply char the offender to ash on the spot. You are his most prized treasure in this grim world. He can't let you succumb to any dangers.
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Rollo leads his compound fairly and responsibly. The apocalypse just reaffirms the idea that magic is harmful and dangerous and that all mages are bad, so he grows to hate magic even more than he already does. Despite this, he'll still use magic in some instances if need be. For the most part, the compound (which is essentially Noble Bell's campus and the many buildings that comprise it) is very self-sufficient. It has an advantage with the bell tower, as it's tall enough to overlook the ruined City of Flowers and what lies beyond. He'll utilize this structure as a lookout tower.
Despite the fact that he may come off as cold or unapproachable, Rollo won't turn those away from the compound unless he knows they're infected or are dangerous. He expects everyone to view him as a leader worthy of this position, and anyone who tries to go against his word will either be severely gaslit into believing otherwise or are simply never heard from again. Rollo doesn't have time to deal with insignificant pests who want to challenge his authority, so if you wish to be difficult you can take yourself and your difficulties down to the dungeons that reside underground. Punishments and interrogations are usually carried out there, far from any prying eyes so that the peace of the compound won't be disturbed. Rollo oversees everything that happens within cold, concrete walls, and he does not show any mercy to those who are traitors or spies.
Rollo will offer you protection and sanctuary when you find yourself at the compound's gates. So long as you aren't here for nefarious purposes and you aren't infected, he'll welcome you warmly. Rollo actually keeps a watchful eye on newcomers just to ensure they aren't a threat to the society within the compound. He'll give you a tour of the grounds, informing you of where everything is and it's purpose. He wants everyone to feel comfortable here despite the horrors that exist outside, so he'll do what he can to make everyone's stay tolerable. He quickly grows to like you, especially when you offer to help in any way that you can so that you can pay him back for saving you, which means you usually trail after him or deliberately seek him out looking for ways to be useful. Rollo likes that word—saving. He likes the idea of being your savior, of being the only one in this disastrous world who can offer you salvation, and since you claim you want to be useful he can think of plenty of ways you can put yourself to use.
Rollo won't ask for much. In fact, he's very sweet. You might not think so if you see villainous sides of him, but romance is hard to come by in an apocalypse. He'll give you two options: stay with him in the safety of this perfect sanctuary, or throw yourself under a deity's microscope in the outside world and hope that whatever may exist in the clouds above takes pity on your tainted soul. If you know what's best for you, you'll choose him. It's not like he's really giving you much of a choice in this matter anyway.
#twisted chit chat#yandere twst#twst apocalypse au#the world in shambles with low population#twst men with breeding kink: *rubbing hands together like mosquito* my time has come >:)#all of the compounds definitely keep women for repopulation purposes#either you're saved and taken in by the compound and your relationship with the twst boy(s) is mostly positive#or you're one of the few reserved solely for breeding and so you either hate the twst yan(s) you're assigned to#or your mental strength withers away and you succumb to stockholm syndrome and eventually grow to love him
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