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taelqn · 6 days

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SPLIT OBSESSION…

WARNINGS: SFW + GENDER NEUTRAL READER + HEADCANONS + MANIPULATION (MOSTLY LUCIUS’S PART) + YANDERE THEMES + OVERALL? PRETTY TOXIC

CHARACTERS: Yandere!Julius Novachrono + Yandere!Lucius Zogratis

☘︎ “Time itself bends to my will, but my heart bends only to you.”

Julius's devotion to you knows no bounds—he sees you as a divine blessing, a gift bestowed on him from the heavens to complement his role as an exceptional Wizard King. His infatuation with you is unwavering, and he always finds a way to be by your side, metaphorically if not physically, as if he can't bear to be apart from you even for a moment.

Wherever you go, he goes.

Yes, he’s the Wizard King. Yes, he’s got all the power. Yes, he’s aware of what he can do. But he’d rather follow you around and learn along the way. He wants to know more about you—mind, body, and soul. How long does it take for you to finish your breakfast? What color are your eyes in the sunlight? What types of dreams do you have? What secrets do you keep hidden in the depths of your soul? How delicate is the skin on your neck? How does your voice sound when you're half asleep?

Do you know what this means? This means that you have little to no privacy when it comes to Julius. Do you know that audio that goes like, “This is Bob. Bob loves his personal space. This is Larry. Larry also loves Bob’s personal space.” You could say that the audio describes your relationship with Julius, with you being Bob and Larry being Julius. He’s always going to have either an arm resting on your hip or a hand gently yet firmly holding yours—he’s literally never going to get off you. The man is looming over you 24/7.

You can complain however much you’d like, but you’re never going to get him off of you. And yes, he will be hurt by your complaints, depending on how severe they are, of course. For instance, if you were to start complaining about him being too possessive, he'd respond, “I only want to protect what's most precious to me. Please, let me protect you. Is that too much to ask for?” Without even knowing it, he’ll give you puppy eyes while saying this.

And do not, under any circumstances, try to make him out to be the bad guy. He’s literally the Clover Kingdom’s most beloved, the Wizard King himself—do you have any idea how delusional you look and sound trying to convince others that Julius is a lovesick freak? Should you find yourself alone with Julius after such accusations, the consequences may not be favorable.

Don’t worry, the consequences won’t be too extreme—depending on how you take it, at least. It’s more mental than physical. No matter how much you rebel against him and his overwhelming love for you, he’ll never physically harm you. No, no, that’s a huge no for him. Instead, he’ll employ his Restraining Magic as a consequence, with the duration depending on the severity of your actions. That's the extent of his disciplinary measures—he believes in maintaining order with a gentle but firm hand. Thats it. That’s the farthest he’ll ever go when it comes to choosing what the consequences of your actions will be.

Did I mention that Julius's presence ensures you'll never know pain again? As I mentioned before, he's constantly by your side, holding you in some way. However, even when he's not physically with you, it's highly likely that he's nearby, using his Transformation Magic to disguise himself as someone else. While he once dedicated his time to exploring new magic, now much of it is spent keeping a watchful eye on you. If you find yourself in harm's way, whether you notice it or not, Julius will subtly intervene to ensure your safety—his actions designed to protect you without drawing attention to himself.

Julius isn't one to revel in manipulation, especially when it comes to you, his cherished darling. While his possessiveness may be apparent in private moments between the two of you, he doesn't derive any satisfaction from playing with people's emotions, least of all yours. However, there are times when he may inadvertently manipulate you, almost instinctively, without even realizing it.

Julius may have fleeting moments of self-awareness regarding his obsession with you, but he quickly dismisses them, convinced that his actions are justified by his profound love for you. In his mind, he sees himself as the hero of your love story, driven by the noble intention of protecting you and ensuring that you end up with the right man—himself.

♤ “I'll mold you into the perfect partner for our new era.”

To Lucius, you represent the pinnacle of humanity's potential—an embodiment of his vision for the perfect human. He firmly believes that you're not just an individual but a vessel for his plan, a canvas upon which he can paint his vision of greatness. It's a perspective that highlights his obsession with you, driving him to pursue his goal of remaking humanity with relentless determination.

Wherever he goes, you go.

Unlike Julius, who prefers having himself glued to you, it’s the opposite with Lucius—he’d have you glued to him. The unsettling part is that you might not even realize it until you're deep in the throes of despair, at the lowest point life can offer. Should you choose to submit to him, everything will seemingly be fine. However, if you dare to resist, Lucius will leisurely dismantle every aspect of your life, piece by piece, until you find yourself running back to him, consumed by despair and longing for the stability he offers. It's a dark and twisted game he plays, manipulating circumstances to ensure that the only solace you find is in his arms.

Speaking of manipulating, this man can be a monster when it comes to manipulating you. He sometimes uses it as both a consequence for you and for his own amusement. When it's for entertainment, he won't be too harsh—after all, it's just for his own enjoyment, seeking a reaction from you. However, when manipulation is a consequence, he employs a charming yet sinister approach that makes it seem like it's your fault. His manipulation can be a form of punishment disguised as charm, making you question yourself in the process.

Lucius's penetrating gaze leaves no room for complaints, instantly grounding you in reality and highlighting his superiority. Even if you possess qualities that could challenge him, like strength or power, Lucius effortlessly strips you of them, akin to a parent swiftly removing a hazardous object from a child's hands. Yeah, the man literally humbles you and puts you in your place. Faced with his formidable presence, you realize the futility of opposing him—a battle you would undoubtedly lose.

Lucius's approach to consequences veers away from physical harm, instead favoring mind-breaking tactics that aim to leave you in a state of despair. The most he might do in terms of physical harm is use a firm, tight grip to elicit a reaction from you. However, his preferred method is isolation—a deliberate strategy intended to break down your mind and wear out your spirit. Through prolonged isolation, he hopes to instill a sense of dependency, gradually chipping away at your will until you come to realize that you need him—a chilling and calculated approach designed to ensure that your thoughts and desires align with his own.

In my very first post, I mentioned how Lucius is powerful and influential, capable of sending a few clones to keep an eye on you, and also capable of seeing into various timelines, using it as foresight to protect you. This all still remains true, with some nuances. Naturally, he goes to great lengths to ensure your safety. However, he also closely monitors your behavior, making sure you're always on your best behavior—meaning no attempts to defy him, escape, or, worst of all, run into another man's arms.

Lucius enjoys using his magic attributes to intimidate you, sometimes even using them as warnings. In your close relationships with siblings, friends, or anyone else, he might "jokingly" mention how he could use his Soul Magic on them. The ambiguity of his words leaves you uncertain whether he's joking or not, but out of fear, you refrain from asking him directly. You can't shake the feeling that one day he might just nod with that smug smirk of his, as if there's nothing wrong with his ominous remarks.

No matter how hard you try to paint him as lovesick, Lucius remains unfazed. In fact, he finds it amusing how you attempt to cast him as the obsessive one, as he knows fully well that he can easily turn the tables. He's confident that you'll eventually be the one running back to him as if you were the obsessive one all along, and if you don’t, he’ll make you. And if anyone dares to confront him about it, he couldn't care less. He's the one in control, deciding what he wants and what happens to you, and who's going to challenge his authority?

Once Lucius achieves his goal of transforming everyone into their "true" forms and ascends as the Final Wizard King, you'll find yourself entwined in his plans. Whether you're a willing participant or not, he envisions you ruling by his side. It's a future where resistance seems futile and where your choices may be limited to compliance or defiance. In essence, you’re screwed.

While writing for Lucius’s part, I just got the amazing idea of writing Lucius with a s/o with anti-magic…🙂‍↕️ maybe, who knows. I think I need to write more for Zenon, Dante, and Vanica.

#black clover #black clover anime #black clover manga #blackclover #bc #black clover x reader #black clover x y/n #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #luciuszogratis #juliusnovachrono #lucius zogratis x reader #lucius zogratis #yandere Julius Novachrono #yandere Lucius Zogratis #Yandere black clover #yandere #black clover headcanons #yandere x reader

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shini--chan · 1 year

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Ao3 Masterlist

Art doesn’t belong to me, nor do the characters

The Monsters in us all (Dark! /Yandere! Hetalia x Reader)

" Oh dear, look what you have done. Stealing my heart and then acting like it is no big deal. Now you pay the price love. And the price is you!" (Dark Hetalia one shots)

Corruption (Yandere! Various x Reader)

Obsessive, possessive, insane, lovestruck. They want you and will never let you go. Everything had a price and the price for being on the receiving end of their unrequited love is high.

the devil in the details

A simple collection of yandere! character profiles. Yandere Various! x Reader

Dregs and Driftwood (Yandere Levi x Reader)

In which, you get stranded on an island and have work together with the last person you want to deal with in order to survive. While he is competent and handsome, the problem is that he wants to own you

Disclaimer: The art doesn’t belong to me!

#yandere hetalia #yandere assassination classroom #yandere death note #yandere black butler #yandere black clover #yandere free #yandere attack on titan #yandere tokyo ghoul #yandere seraph of the end

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blackcloverthots · 2 years

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I found your blog and promptly died of happiness <3. However I have returned from the dead to ask for Yandere Yami HC's ! Maybe? Please ? <3 <3 <3 Thanks for being amazing!!

Of course my dear! Thank you so very much for your patience! I very much hope you like them! <3

Yami is not super possessive, but he also doesn’t like it when you’re away from him. He’ll let you go on missions and such, but you have to return to him unscathed. (You’re in the Black Bulls by the way, he made sure you transferred to his knights after falling for you. How could he make sure you come home otherwise?)

He doesn’t necessarily enjoy injuring you, but he won’t hesitate to do so if he needs to, especially if you misbehave. A broken arm will heal, right? You just gotta surpass your limits to get better according to him.

Speaking of surpassing your limits, Yami wants you to be strong. A weak partner isn’t for him, so he’s gonna make sure you train everyday. No matter how much you complain or even if your magic runs out, he’s gonna make you work. If it wasn’t for Charmy you wouldn’t be sure how you’re surviving this.

He has no problem using intimidation on you or anyone who may get too close to you, including the Black Bulls.

Since he’s a hot headed man, he gets snappy very fast if you complain in any sort of way about your circumstances. You’re in a magic knight squad with unlimited food and job opportunities, plus Yami is there with you, so what’s the problem?

He does have a soft spot for you though. Sure he lost all of his money gambling, but he made sure to buy you something nice before he did. He also makes sure you don’t get too lonely if he’s gone. If you prefer female friends Vanessa and Charmy are there, and if you prefer male friends Asta and Magna will be there (Finral is not allowed around you because of his tendency to flirt).

Anyone tries to hurt you or insult you and they’re gonna be facing Yami’s wrath as well. He’s the yandere that’s like yeah I can smack them but you can’t.

#I hope I'm not too rusty lol #black clover #black clover yami #yami sukehiro #yami sukehiro headcanons #yandere yami sukehiro #yandere black clover #yandere yami sukihiro headcanons #black clover yami sukehiro #yandere yami sukehiro headcanons #yandere #yandere content #bcthotpost

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midnightlee25 · 2 years

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Yandere Monster ABC: Gargoyle Asta

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He does have to watch out for his rocky skin, claws, horns and strength but he is still very affectionate.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He would tear apart anyone who tries to hurt his darling in any way or if they try to take them away.

Claws: How would they treat their darling?

He does have a habit of treating them as if they are a helpless little thing. So, he does treat them very well although they have to deal with him being over protective and smothering.

Defend: how do they keep their darling safe? (Either from other creatures or humans.)

He himself is a force to be reckoned with but adding to his physical ability he just can't be beat. With skin as hard as stone and claws sharp like knives he can just about get rid of anyone he wants.

Eager: How impatient are they to get their hands on their darling?

He is very impatient. The first chance he gets to have his darling he's going to take it.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be so hurt and confused not really understand why they are fighting him.

Game: How much do they play around with their darling? (Tricking or teasing for their own amusement.)

He doesn't really do either although he does trick others.

Home: what types of places you'll find them living in? (So, you can stay away.)

Old gothic churches. He enjoys what they look like and how they will help him to blend in.

Ideas: what did they first think of their darling? (Love at first sight or something more sinister.)

It definitely was love at first sight for Asta. watching his darling walking around the church.

Jealousy: How jealous are they when it comes to their darling?

He is extremely jealous of everyone who came near his darling since he knows that he and his darling are so different.

Knowledgeable: How much would they try to learn about their darling?

He gets to learn things as he follows them around the church. Listening to everything they say and memorizing it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would leave small gifts, mostly flowers or other small items that he thinks they will like.

Marks: how do they show that their darlings are all theirs?

By basically being their bodyguard. He wants to show his darling how he can protect them from any and all danger.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He doesn't punish them but he will accidentally scare them into ‘calming down’.

Oblivious: how unaware would their darling be of their presence?

They will never know he's there until it's too late.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He believes that they have all the time in the world so there is no rush.

Quarters: where do they keep their darling so no prying eyes can find them?

He hides them in the attic. No one goes up there anymore and there is only one door leading up to it that can easily be blocked plus it's so high up no one can hear anything in the attic.

Regret: Would they feel guilty? Would they let go?

He doesn't see anything to regret.

Stalker: How intense would their stalking get?

He follows them the whole time they are by/in the church and even to their house sometimes.

Tragic: how would they handle if something tragic were to happen? (Darling being taken away, dying.)

He would stay on top of the church watching as time goes by knowing that he won't ever see his darling again.

Ugly heart: could their darling ever handle their ‘ugly side’?

It will be quite a surprise seeing him like that. Going from bubbly to terrifying in just a matter of seconds

Vail: how would they act in order to get their darlings' trust?

Like he isn't a threat, he tries to stay as calm and gentle as to not scare them.

Wrecked: how would they feel seeing their darling become a wreck? (Crying, screaming, desperate to get away.)

He's trying to calm them down the best he can but he isn't too familiar with humans so it doesn't really help all that much most of the time.

Xoanon: How far would they go to win their darling over? Do they even need to?

He does everything he can to either be on their good side or get back onto their good side.

Youthfulness: how would they feel out living their darling? (Could they stop them from aging or just cherish the time they have together.)

It won't affect him until the day it actually happens because that will be the day, he can no longer block it out.

Zest: what is it that they like most about their darling?

How soft they are compared to his rough skin.

#yandere #yandere abc #black clover headcanons #black clover #yandere black clover #asta #black clover asta #yandere asta #monster AU #yandere monster #Monster

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moonbyulsstuff · 2 years

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Masterlist.

Request Rules.

I'm only putting the characters that I have written about.

Lookism.

Just A Kiss, Nothing Else: Johan x Male Reader.

Johan Seong x Female Reader Headcanon.

YN! Johan Seong and YN! Daniel Park Headcanons: Gender Neutral Reader

Them Reacting you to Calling them Pretty, with a Gender Neutral Reader.

Johan Seong and Eli Jang Polyamorous Relationship Headcanon, with a Gender Neutral Reader.

Sudden Love: Jay Hong x GN Reader.

Dating Them Headcanons: Lookism Male Version with a Gender Neutral Reader: Zack Lee, Vasco, Daniel Park, Johan Seong, Jay Hong, Eli Jang.

Their Reaction To You Rejecting Them Because You Are In Love With Someone Else, with a Gender Neutral Reader: Zoe Park, Gun, Daniel Park, Johan Seong.

Them with Male S/O Who's Shy: Mira Kim, Mary Kim, Zoe Park, Crystal Choi.

Xiaolong Dating Headcanons with a Female Reader.

Our Little Secret: Daniel Park x Female Reader.

Dating Diego Kang headcanons: Diego Kang x Female Reader.

Xiaolong x GN Reader Headcanons: What's okay and not okay with him.

Yandere Sinu Han Headcanons with a GN Reader.

My Type: Y!Jake Kim x GN Reader.

No: Y!Eugene x GN Reader.

No Matter What, You Belong To Me: Y!Daniel Park x GN Reader.

A Ruined First Date: Xiaolong x Female Reader.

If Only...: Diego Kang x Female Reader.

Dating Kwak Jichang Headcanons: GN Reader.

It's Cold: Gun Park x Female Reader.

Dating Headcanons: Jake Kim and JIhan Kwak x GN Reader (separate).

Dating Them Headcanons: Hudson Ahn and Diego Kang (James Lee) x GN Reader.

Them Finding You Wearing Their Shirt: Female Reader.

On A Date With Them: Female Reader.

How They Would React When You Received A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: Female Reader.

How They Would React To Their Chubby S/O Being Insecure Headcanons: GN Reader.

They Get Jealous After Meeting Your Ex: Female Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

Dating Kwak Jibeom Headcanons: GN Reader.

Viral Hit/How To Fight.

Viral Hit Men Headcanon: What's it like dating them: Hobin Yu, Wangguk Han, Taehun Seong, Yeonu Ji, Mangi Lee, Munseong Kim, Hyeonsong Lee and etc.

Meant To Be: Taehun Seong x Female Reader.

Made For Each Other: YN!Taehun Seong x YN!GN Reader.

How Would They React When You Receive A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number. GN Reader.

Gaeul Dating a Transgender (FTM) Reader Headcanons.

Taehun Seong x Sick GN Reader.

Let Me Take Care of You: Yeonu Ji x GN Reader.

Them Dating A Beauty and Fashion Newtuber: GN Reader.

Love me? Duh?: Taehun Seong x GN Reader

Haikyuu!!

Aoba Johsai x Gender Neutral: Manager Stories: 1,

Questism/Quest Supremacy.

Sick Day: Hajun Gu x GN Reader.

Study Date: Jaeha Han x Female Reader.

Captivating: Haru Seong x GN Reader.

I Love You: Seok Kang x GN Reader.

Dating the Top Dogs Headcanons (Seperate): Suhyeon Kim, Seok Kang, Jaeha Han x GN Reader.

My Lo- I mean Best Friend: Hajun Gu x Female Reader.

Dating Haru Seong Headcanons: GN Reader.

Dating Ryu SIkyung Headcanons: Male Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

My Type of Woman: All Gangbuk Leaders x Female Reader

YOU CAN FIGHT?!?!: Haru Seong x Male Reader

Get Schooled.

Nothing in here yet.

Manager Kim.

Nothing in here yet.

The Remarried Empress.

Please... Stay...: Sovieshu x Male Reader.

How They Would React to Navier Taking of a Child Headcanons: Female Child Reader.

Men of the Harem.

Nothing in here yet.

Miraculous Ladybug.

Nothing in here yet.

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Nothing in here yet.

Black Clover.

Nothing in here yet.

Sk8 the Infinity.

Nothing in here yet.

Fairy Tail.

Nothing in here yet.

Yandere Simulator.

Unlikely Relationship: Delinquents x Male Reader.

The Rising of the Shield Hero.

Nothing in here yet.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Coffee Jelly Lovers: Saiki Kusuo x Male Reader.

Toritsuka with an equally dirty minded girlfriend: Toritsuka Reita x Female Reader.

Just Like You: Saiki Kusuo x Female Reader.

A Tease: Kaidou Shun x Male Reader.

Gakuen Babysitters.

Gakuen Babysitters Headcanon: Female Reader.

My Hero Academia

Nothing in here yet.

Marry My Husband.

Sweet Love: Eunho Baek x Male Reader.

Maybe, In Another Life: Yoo Ji Hyuk x GN Reader.

Welcome Home

Nothing in here yet.

IRL Quest/Reality Quest

A Friend? Or.. Something More?: Han Eun-Sung x Female Reader.

Dating Han Eun-Sung Headcanons: GN Reader.

How Would They React When You Received a Sexual Text From An Unknown Number: GN Reader.

Into/Across the Spider-Verse.

Nothing in here yet.

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unfortunatecream34 · 1 year

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Hey can I get some captain nozel being a yandere to a new recruit head cannon?

You sit at a bar with your friend from home. He's come to check on you since it's been a few months.

"How have you been?" He sips the beer in front of him.

"Ah, it's been kind of boring so far. Nothing much to do besides some training or running errands."

"Do you like the captain?"

You shrug, taking a long drink from your own mug. "He's pretty strict, but nothing to write home about."

After a bit more chatting, you make your way back to headquarters. Nozel spots you and blocks the path to your room.

"Where have you been?" He asks in a demanding tone.

"Out with a friend." You respond, confusion written on your face.

"Who was it?"

"A guy back from home?"

"A guy? What's his name?" He grabs your wrist, clearly unhappy about this.

"Ah, Captain, Sir, please let go? It's not important." You feel your heart race at his sudden agression.

"I'll find out on my own, then."

"What's gotten into you?"

He releases his grip, eyes darkened. "I don't want you talking to anyone who isn't part of the squad unless it's for a mission."

"You can't control who I talk to, Captain." You point out defiantly.

He grabs your chin between his finger and thumb, leaning close so close, you can almost taste his lips on yours. "You are my subordinate. You will do as I say."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll kill anyone who dares lay a finger on you."

You take in a breath at his words, shocked that the captain would act in such a manner. "Captain."

He leans a little closer, whispering. "You will be mine."

#black clover #black clover nozel #nozel silva #nozel x reader #yandere #headcanon #blackclover

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p3achyl0v3r · 2 years

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Just imagine this…

DO NOT REBLOG WITHOUT PERMISSION

Your male housewife always greeting you when you come home from work.

Or when your male housewife makes you weird combinations with food because you’re pregnant

(for the people who have a coochie) Or your male housewife giving you cuddles because you have bad period cramps

Or when your male housewife prepares a cold bath for you because your muscles are sore from working out

Or when ever you kiss your male housewife he gets really flustered

(for my males, and people who physically can’t have children) Or when you adopt a child because your male housewife is bored when your at work

Or your male housewife surprising you with a giant cake for your birthday or anything special

Or your male house wife cooking dinner for you almost every day

I live for male housewives honestly

do not for the love of god repost without my permission

if I catch you reposting my stuff without permission I will block no hesitation.

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yukiotadako · 2 years

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introduction

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Hello! I'm a fellow gn writer from and I wanna start doing some writing here! I can take fem,male, and NB reader requests but if I don't get any requests it will mostly be male ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Fandoms I can write for:

Haikyuu

Genshin impact

Jekyll & Hyde MASM

Harry potter

Spy X family

Shadows house

Tears of themis

Project sekai

One piece

Black clover

Enstars

Obey me

Yandere simulator

Wednesday

Creepypasta

Jujutsu kaisen

Blue lock

aot

If you have any other fandom you want to request feel free to tell me!!

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Here are the stuffs I can write.

Fluff

Angst

Romance

Enemies to lovers

Same gender fics.

Etc

Once I learn more stuffs I'll try my best to start writing more genres (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠) (also ill try my best for like smut and all)

#x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader #introduction #lgbtq #haikyuu #genshin impact #shadows house #wednesday #black clover #tears of themis #yandere simulator #obey me #jekyll and hyde

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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damnation (peek I?)

Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Riddle Rosehearts.

Summary: When you commit a crime, you receive a punishment. This is especially true in your society. No matter the crime, your punishment is the same: banishment. But to where you will be sent in exile and how miserable will it be? No one knows, because no one has ever returned.

Note: So, as mentioned in previous posts, this is only a snippet of what is to come in a project I’m working on. I just wanted to do something for my followers since we have surpassed the milestone that is 4,000 hearts, which is huge. So thank you! Unfortunately, I don’t really have time for a special like I’ve done before where I accept requests since I’ve been so busy with irl stuff and the current twst quiz project. So here’s a small bit of what you can hopefully expect. Remember, I may or may not change things, so what you see now may not be the same later in the final result. That being said, I’m sorry I couldn’t provide much else besides peeks at three of the seven results. I still have a LOT more to write. Like, a ton. But I hope you all look forward of what is to come. Added: Deleted the Scarabia and Pomefiore part to create their own sneak-peeks later.

I . . . II . . . III . . . IV . . . V . . . VI . . . VII

First there will be questions you must answer. Questions that I will not reveal in this sneak-peek, but based on the answers you give to those questions, you will receive a result with a story. This post is a peek at some of those stories/results. Important things to keep in mind that you learn from the questions:

The mc is deemed a criminal in their society.

All criminals in this society are banished, no matter how insignificant or significant the crime may be.

This particular society makes a show of banishment, to make others fear this fate. Which mc recalls seeing trials on tv about past criminals.

All criminals are never seen or heard from again. No one knows for certain what happens to them, but most assume death.

Although the most popular fantastical theory is that criminals become henchmen for infamous evil-doers, and receive punishment there that may range from anywhere like a violent painful death to spending eternity in some tiny horrid prison.

THE RED QUEEN

Robes. You were wearing robes of the finest quality that weighed heavily on your shoulders. This surface you laid on felt... nice. Soft, nothing like the hard bench of the prison cell. As you sat up and recalled your current dire situation, you felt a sense of dread loom overhead like a thick blanket of gray clouds. Immediately, fearfully, you scanned your surroundings. Everything was painted red, there was so much red velvet. The floors were polished checkered black and white and the furniture, if not completely red, was crafted of finely carved wood. It was fancy here. Safe, for now. Wherever this place was.

There was something hefty on your head, only noticing its weight settling on your skull as you moved to stand up from the crimson red sheets on the king-sized mattress. As you removed the item from your head, you were perplexed to see a small golden crown and a heart-shaped staff beside the spot you had laid on. Wait just a moment... red everywhere? A fancy setting? A crown and a heart-shaped staff? Rapidly you dashed over to the mirror just beside the bed, gasping at your appearance.

You were dressed just like royalty. And not just any royalty, like a king. A king of red with a heart-shaped staff... Just like the meek king that was married to the ruthless Queen of Hearts from the fairytales. So it was true, criminals were often sent to dangerous tales where they would perish. And you... you were a criminal and you were here, but... you were the king. How did the story go again?

The Red Queen, or Queen of Hearts, ruled over Wonderland with an iron fist. She would behead anyone who got in her way, and her reign terrorized the residents of the realm. That is, until Alice fell down a hole and arrived in Wonderland. She would eventually free this land from the oppressive rein of the queen. As for the king... what happened to him again? He didn't really appear in the story. You wracked your memory for an answer, when the horrid realization came to you. The Red Queen had been so terribly jealous and suspected that her husband was cheating, that she had him beaded! His head left to rot as it floated in a river of blood, surrounded by the heads of other victims, and the king's lifeless skull still with the crown. He had died before Alice even arrived in Wonderland!

You clutched your neck, grimacing at the thought of your own detached head, crown still attached, doomed to sail in a moat of blood. It made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it. There had to be a way to prevent your death, or at least stall for time, but how? The king couldn't just up and run away! People would take notice immediately, someone would inform the queen, and you'd be a goner for sure! But then what? You couldn't kill her either, could you...? It certainly was an idea. You would be doing a favor for the rest of Wonderland too...

THUMP!

Abruptly the doors flew open, nearly causing you to shriek. But you managed to hold your tongue as you quickly placed your crown back on and clutched your staff. When your eyes focused on the door, you were surprised and almost relieved to see the figure of a short young man that had slammed the doors open. He was... rather adorable, actually. It caused you to tilt your head, endeared by his appearance.

The young man had hair that shamed the red roses, and wide gray eyes. As soon as his eyes landed on you, however, his face grew flush and his expression twisted into one of rage. Immediately he slammed the doors shut behind him, stomping up to you, his heels violently clicking against the tiled floors. When the short young man was in your face, another horrible realization dawned on you. With that crown on his head and his wondrous red garbs, this could only be the queen. Or at least, someone meant to be the red queen.

“You knave! Where have you been lurking?!”

“I…” You were at a loss for words. What were you supposed to say? What was the king even doing before you got here? Most importantly, how would you avoid the queen’s wrath?

At your lack of a response, he only seemed to grow more frustrated as he threw wild accusations, “You–– You’ve been sneaking about, seducing the men of my court, haven’t you?! I shall have your head––!”

“Wha–– N-No, I haven’t!” You blurted out. The king was originally beheaded because the queen was jealous and thought she would lose him to others. So if you could assure him that your heart belonged to him, well… survival just might be possible. Although acting wasn’t necessarily your strong point, you could only try for the sake of living another day. Nervously you smiled, throwing aside your staff as you lifted your hands to gently hold his fist he had been angrily waving near your face. Thank god he didn’t have a knife or anything of the sort, or you feared he may have tried to stab you out of raging envy. “How could I ever dare to throw my loyalty to you away…? You are amazing…! I apologize sincerely if I haven’t been able to express my love for you properly. S-Sometimes it feels like you’re really too much for my heart to handle, you in all your… glory…!” Oh god, this was going terribly. All you could do to give the messy act a bow to top it off, was lean your head down and hesitantly kiss the back of his hand.

Miraculously, that seemed to work. Almost. The queen’s face was no longer as flushed, but he gazed down at you as you lingered at his hand. Suspicion was still evident in his eyes. “How do I know?”

“H-Huh…?”

“How do I know you aren’t lying? How do I know you won’t leave me as well? How do I know that you still love me? Prove it to me.” Those gray eyes of his watched you carefully, seemingly unhappy with your lack of a response. After about five seconds of no answer, his face scrunched up and he bellowed, “Guards!! Gua–– mmph!”

Not knowing what else to do, you kissed him. He wanted a sign of devotion, right? Oh god, this was it. Your death was here and now. You had no other way to shut him up. If you covered his mouth with your hands, you were a goner. If you attacked him, you were a goner. If you tried to continue reasoning, you were still a goner! You can’t believe that this was how you died, having to kiss a stranger as your last desperate attempt to live. Well, he wanted a sign. You were ready for him to push you off and armored guards come running in to drag you to the guillotine, when the most unexpected thing happened. He froze, he didn’t fight back or scream bloody murder.

When you slowly pulled away, you were stunned. His face was flush again, but for an entirely different reason other than anger. There was a dazed look on his face, and it almost looked as if he wanted to do it again judging by how he gazed longingly at your lips. It was then you understood that your reckless decision making might’ve just saved your neck.

The red ruler frowned, but you were unsure if it was because he was unsatisfied with something or if it were for another reason entirely. This time, when he opened his mouth, he spoke softly, as if still dazed. “You scoundrel… How dare you play with my heart like this? I should still take your head for that.” You gulped, but he continued. “But… I truly didn’t want to get rid of you. So I’m glad we can avoid that now. I expect to see you well away from the noblemen.”

“Y-Yes… Your Majesty.”

At your obedient response, he smiled and patted your head. “Good.” Taking one step closer, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your cheek. He lingered there for a few moments, before taking one step back.

The action left you flustered, embarrassed, because not only had you kissed a stranger but they had kissed you in return. And not only that, this crimson ruler believed you were his partner, the king! Under normal circumstances, you would’ve considered yourself lucky to land in such a position since the king has so much power and wealth. But in this type of situation, you can only shudder to think of what may come next and what would’ve become of you. Because these were no ordinary circumstances, and this was no normal kind ruler.

“Come along now. I don’t want you alone, do you understand?”

“Yes… Your Majesty.”

He beckoned you towards the very doors he entered from, and when he opened them, you were met with another character. It was a tall man with glasses and short messy dark green hair. Immediately he bowed to the queen, but when his eyes landed on you, he looked as if he saw a ghost.

“Change of plans, Trey. We will not be beheading my dear today. Nor tomorrow, I think. They’ve become quite affectionate, so my doubts have been dismissed.”

“O-Of course, Your Majesty…” The glass-wearing man, Trey, glanced over at you with disbelief, but he looked a bit relieved, it’s as if he wanted to say something. But he opted to hold his tongue and instead shifted his gaze forward as he walked beside the red-haired royal. “There is still that soldier imprisoned that displeased you.”

“Ah yes, the one that claimed to see those messy blonde locks but failed to capture our lost wanderer. Bring him to me in the throne room.” Just then he glanced at you as you walked a bit behind him, “My dear, you must be there with me. This should be quite the spectacle. I will see you in a moment.”

“A-As you say, Your Majesty…” You replied stiffly.

He frowned and stopped in his tracks before grabbing your collar and bringing your face closer to his. What you half expected was a sharp knife against your throat, something that would kill you, but there was no such thing. There was only his sharp gaze and disappointed tone. “You’re supposed to respond with: my dear. Not Your Majesty, not Rosehearts, but perhaps I’ll allow Riddle for now. Do you understand, dearest?”

So his name was Riddle. Judging by Riddle’s tone, he wasn’t angry, but rather irked that all the sweetness from earlier was now gone. Proceeding, you chose your words carefully as you attempted to smile as convincingly as possible, “Y-Yes, of course, anything you say, Riddle, my darling.”

At your words his cheeks became a pink hue before he let go of you and cleared his throat, quickly turning away and proceeding forward towards the end of the hall where he had whatever duties to fulfill. So you were left with Trey, his subordinate. The calm tall man’s shoulders sagged once the royal left, all the tension seemingly evaporating from his body. When he gave you a somewhat soft smile, your worries ceased for the moment as well. “I’m glad you’re still intact. I was certain you were a goner.” He was… nice? “You need to be more careful. I don’t know what you did to change Riddle’s mind, but he was ready to behead you himself. You know how he keeps that huge battle ax under his bed. He mentioned something about using that, and I thought he was going to use it to chop your head clean off.”

Oh god. That little guy was going to do that? That stupid kiss really did save your skin. “Heh, I’m still a little shaken…” Wait, you were supposed to be acting like the king! What did the king even act like? How were you supposed to know? He never even lived long enough to make it into the story! “I, um, am very appreciative towards your concern… Trey.”

Trey appeared a bit surprised but he then smiled once more at you. “We’ll talk more later. Right now, we have a situation on our hands.”

What kind of situation? You didn’t even have time to ask when Trey led you down the checkered hall to an opening behind velvet red curtains which were the entrance directly to the large elegant throne room. There, you saw another stranger talking animatedly to the less-than-pleased-looking Rosehearts. This stranger had orange hair that brushed against his lower neck, and he had much more enthusiasm than those you had encountered thus far.

“Dear, there you are.” Instantly Riddle visibly brightened up as he gestured to the soft smaller heart-shaped throne beside his much larger grand seat. “Come, sit, we’re currently discussing the important matters at hand. Such as the dilemma with our prisoner. Cater, continue.”

When this Cater, fellow’s, green eyes trailed over to you, they became filled with surprise as he fumbled over his words, “Huh–– O-Oh! Right!” Forcing his gaze back on the red-haired royal, he began explaining, “There’s nothing really new to talk about, Your Majesty! I mean, seriously, this rookie was just the unlucky one that happened to see that blondie Ellis. According to him when I went to question him, he just said that he saw the guy in blue and when he went to confront him, Ellis escaped with some purple beastman!”

“Purple beastman…?” For a mere moment he appeared perplexed, when quickly the dots began to connect in his mind as he gasped, “Chen’ya! Why, the nerve of that––!”

When you saw his face begin to heat up again and a look of anger crossed his face, you slowly placed your hand over his arm that rested on the armrest of the throne. Then, he froze, everyone else, Trey, Cater, the few servants, the many armored guards in the room, they all were wide-eyed at what you had done. You had touched the queen when they were about to enter a fit of rage! You messed up–– Shit––

Riddle released a slow breath before placing his other hand atop your own. You felt such a massive flood of relief knowing you made the right move when he appeared much calmer as he nodded his head toward you, “Thank you, my dear. We shall discuss a proper punishment for that wretched feline later. For now…” Instantly his voice did a one-eighty as he turned his head toward the two imposing doors and shouted, “Bring him!!”

Nervously you looked over at Trey who stood tall and upright by Riddle’s side, and he remained oddly focused on the door. And that orange-haired guy, Cater, where did he go…?

“Hey…!”

Your eyes flittered over to you right where Cater was bent over a bit to whisper in your ear, while everyone else was distracted by the prisoner being escorted inside.

“I’m so happy that you’ve alive…! Don’t go dying on me so quickly, ‘kay? You wouldn’t leave me all alone here, would you?”

“Uh… no, of course not.” Huh. This Cater guy seemed pretty close to the king, or now you actually.

When you averted your eyes to the front, you listened to the clacking of armor as you watched more soldiers bring forward one of their own. Yet unlike all the others masked by metal, this soldier in shackles didn’t have a helmet. His messy red hair stuck out every which way, which made you wonder how on earth he even managed to fit that mess of hair under a helmet at all. His eyes were glued to the floor, and he wore a stiff frown as his shackles rattled with every step he took until he was right before the steps leading up to the red royal. When he refused to kneel, he was pushed down to his knees as Riddle eyed him with disdain.

Riddle wasted no time, because as soon as this prisoner was on his knees, he began his tirade of questions. “Ace Trappola, was it? We know you saw Ellis. Do you know where he is?”

The soldier’s head lolled forward a bit, his warm-colored eyes stopping on you for a moment as you gazed back at him. In a way, this Ace reminded you of… well, you. In shackles, forced to kneel, in front of a higher authority that was obviously not particularly fond of you, and likely with a sentence that could only mean your doom ahead of you. In a way, you did feel for him after hearing the basis of why he was arrested.

All was silent, only his shackles could be heard again as he slowly shrugged and snapped back, “I’d like to know that too! I mean, I’m sure wherever he is, he’s free as a bird. Meanwhile, me? Locked up for trying to do my job––!”

“Failing to do your only job.” Riddle corrected with a scoff. “I will ask you one more time. Where. Is. Ellis?”

Ace, still annoyed, continued. He must’ve been either stupid or brave for continuing. Although it might’ve been both as he mocked him. “Didn’t you hear me the first time? I. Don’t. Know.”

Under your hand you felt Riddle’s fingers dig into the armrest, his knuckles growing white as he raised his voice an octave, “What if I take off your head? Will you know then?”

“If you took my head, you wouldn’t get any answers after that.” He retorted with a slight eye roll.

Underneath your hand you could feel Roseheart’s anger growing the tighter he dug his nails into the chair. When you saw his face, you and everyone else could tell that he was fit to burst, no doubt ready to seal this soldier’s doom. Instantly you shot up from your throne, wanting to help save this prisoner. However, you very quickly began to regret it when all eyes darted over to your form, and you now became the center of attention. You couldn’t just sit back down, so with no other choice, you awkwardly cleared your throat and proceeded nervously, “My dearest, earlier when in our chambers I had an… um… epiphany! A vision! Y-Yes, I had a vision…! Ellis will slay your–– our, pet dragon jabberwocky.”

Instantly Riddle’s eyes widened. “He killed our jabberwocky?!”

“No…! No, at least not yet!”

Technically you weren’t lying. The story goes that the Red Queen had a powerful dragon, the jabberwocky, which was the main reason why she could keep such a grip on the kingdom with no rebellion ever coming close to dethroning her. At least, that is until Alice comes along and slays the jabberwocky. If you could somehow get rid of Alice, or Ellis in this case, and stay in Riddle Roseheart’s good graces, you would have it made! It was practically certain that the court back home thought you would’ve been beheaded already and your head would float in that river of blood for eternity. Yet here you were, alive, and if things went smoothly, you could live out your life in splendor here. Yes, you’d have to deal with the red royal, but if you could just stay in his good graces at all times, you would have a wonderfully lavish life! At this point you were just speeding things up, Ellis’ intentions of slaying the jabberwocky probably weren’t supposed to be revealed until much later. But, it would make a perfect excuse now.

As all eyes remained on you, you recounted your fake tale, “It all makes sense now…! In… In my vision I saw… A red-haired knight, um, clashing swords with a blonde man in blue and white!” Well, that part was a lie. There never was a red-haired knight in the stories. But this was an opportunity to potentially save Ace as well, and give him a chance to redeem himself in Riddle’s eyes. When you turned to face Ace, he was gazing at you with furrowed eyebrows, but you proceeded anyway as you gave your attention to Riddle now. “Riddle, I think–– I mean, I b-believe that knight is this one here in front of us.”

“Him?” The royal exclaimed in disbelief, looking at the soldier with something akin to disgust. To which the said soldier stuck out his tongue before a stern glare from Trey and Cater made Ace close his mouth. Riddle blinked, quiet for a moment before gazing up at you, his expression softening as he flipped over his hand so it held yours. “Is that what you were doing in our chambers alone? You were studying texts and had a vision, to save me?”

“Y…Yes…?”

His big gray eyes became fixated on you, as his voice became soft when he replied, “I’ve misjudged you, my dear… I believed you were being unfaithful, but you were working hard for me. How wrong I was.” The way he looked at you could only be described as adoringly.

It made you nervous, but you could only awkwardly smile in return. In order to ensure your own life of comfort here, you had to be sure to ruin the plot of the story. This meant that Ellis, the protagonist, could not win no matter what. Although it pained you to do such a thing, knowing that the outcome would most likely mean death by beheading him and his allies, you were more afraid of death than you were of the hero. For this, you would have to make sure the antagonist, Riddle Rosehearts in the role of the Red Queen, obtained a happy ending instead of a bad ending where he himself would be banished after being defeated by Ellis.

Clearing your throat, you hesitantly listed off the sequence of events in the way you recalled them playing out, “In my vision I saw… a blonde boy in blue, a purple feline beastmen, and a hatter, among other allies. Ellis will… will attempt to infiltrate the palace, and gain your favor under a disguise, and steal the ancient sword that can slay our Jabberwocky.” As all eyes and ears remained on you, you hesitated once again, mentally apologizing for what you were about to do. Maybe in the end, you might be able to plead with your supposed spouse to spare them. But deep down, you knew it was unlikely for the ruthless tyrant to even consider the idea. “Your Majesty, my darling, i-if I may make a suggestion…?”

Riddle nodded as he listened attentively, “Go on.”

Thankfully you had moved your hands away from his, and had them folded in your lap so he couldn’t feel the way your fingers trembled with anxiety. “I would like to suggest we allow this knight before us to carry the sword, sheathed and hidden at all times. Let this be his redemption–– um, please, if you allow it, your Majesty.” Said knight gazed up in surprise. “It would be best to keep sir Ace in our sights. So might I ask that he and another capable knight become my guards?” Guards. Smart move, especially if things get hairy later. “I-I’d also like to suggest an increase in your personal escorts too… my dear. So… so you’ll be safe. And, no one else besides those in this room, will know of what we spoke of today––”

“That way, Ellis will come here all on his own, and if he searches for the sword it will not be there.” Riddle finished, to which you nodded. He caught on quickly. “That’s brilliant!” You nearly breathed a sigh of relief as the red royal turned to glance at his two subordinates, Trey and Cater, only to gesture to the former prisoner and demand of them, “Unbind him, Trey. How can he wield a sword if his hands are bound?”

Trey slowly stepped forward as Ace was allowed to stand, and he unlocked the shackles around the knight. Ace continued to peer up at you, suddenly flashing a grateful smile. To which you only caught a glimpse of before being distracted by the redhead on the throne.

“Cater!” Cater stood upright immediately and awaited orders from the royal. “Find a suitable knight to escort my partner! I expect only the strongest and most obedient of knights! Am I understood?”

“You got it, Your Majesty! I already have a few in mind.”

“Wonderful. I will be interviewing them myself, as well as hand-picking my own escorts.” Riddle stood from his throne, tossing out more commands and orders to be followed by his remaining subordinate and the guards that had escorted the former prisoner. “You lot, I want an increase on the perimeter and another search crew to hunt down that wretched boy Ellis! Trey, go and fetch the sword. As for you, Ace Trappola,” Turning to face the knight, he warned, “You have one more chance. Should you fail a second time, there will be no do-overs. Your head will roll and your family shall pay the price for your mistakes.”

For a mere moment, disbelief and anger flashed on Ace’s face. Just as he opened his mouth, you spoke up, “T-Thank you, Your Majesty…! You really are so… merciful.” Better to be a pawn in this game than to be dead.

Riddle turned his attention to you before smiling, such a true and proud smile as he declared, “I have you to thank for this, for saving my kingdom and protecting me. Once we have Ellis and his companions captured, we will have a morning execution for him, with front row seats to the show." As his eyes drifted back to the onlookers, he commanded, "All of you shall speak nothing of what transpired in this room.”

A chorus of Yes, Your Majesty echoed in the chamber. The royal nodded, content for now, sending you one last smile before turning on his heels and walking off to elsewhere with Cater in tow. Leaving you alone with Trey and Ace as all other attendants and soldiers exited the throne room to go fulfill their duties.

Just for a moment, you wanted to talk to Ace alone. There was something about Trey, something about the way he watched you so calmly but there was something in those yellow eyes behind those glasses. Something that made it seem like he knew your secret, like he knew you were not really the king. You weren’t sure if it was your paranoia getting to you and your mind was just playing tricks on you, but you wanted to distance yourself as far away from him as possible. As the former prisoner made his way towards you, you cleared your throat and spoke quietly, but loud enough for Trey to hear. “Can–– M-May I have a word with you, sir Ace…? In private.”

“Sure, I’m free now.” He half joked, giving a bit of a grin which didn’t do much to ease your worries.

Trey stood beside the empty throne, watching as you glanced over at him and made a gesture for him to carry on with the assigned duty of retrieving the legendary sword, as dictated by His Majesty. To which he did, after he carefully observed the way you scurried behind velvet curtains with the knight not too far behind.

When you were finally out of sight with Ace, you noticed his raised eyebrow. Noticing this and the way he tapped his foot, you hesitated, unsure where you were even going with this or what you should do now. “You… You look like you have something to say.”

“Why’d you save me?” He demanded, all that cheerfulness from before gone now as things took a serious turn. Looking you up and down, he crossed his arms and continued, “You could’ve had your cute little hubby chop off my head like all the others before me. So, say it. That’s the reason you wanted to talk alone, isn’t it?”

He got you. Were you that obvious? You’d definitely have to work on being more discreet… Looking around twice to make sure no one was listening in, you huddled with him in a corner by the stained glass windows as you whispered hurriedly, in a panic, “O-Okay, whew, you’re gonna think I’m crazy, but… I’m not really the king, or queen, or whatever role I’m supposed to play here! Well, I guess I am now? Uhhh… h-here! It’s like this: I was put on trial in my homeworld, and as punishment I was banished. When I woke up, I was in Roseheart’s bed and he started talking to me like I was an unfaithful partner! I didn’t understand it, until I realized that it was all exactly like a story I read as a child. My punishment was to become the king that dies by being beheaded by his own wife! I… I got out of that somehow, and now, well…”

Ace was looking at you as if you were crazy, as if you had grown an extra head or something. His arms were crossed and he continued to stare at you. Should you have done that? Could you trust him? Well, he did owe you his life. If things really came down to it, you could have him arrested again and beheaded. Play the victim, call guards, and make up some lie that he attacked you, but you really really didn’t want it to go like that… Finally, after a few seconds, he shook his head and gave a weak chuckle, as if he couldn’t even believe it. “Hold on, let me get this straight: You’re not royalty, but you’re a criminal from another world? Did you hit your head or something?”

You knew it. He wouldn’t believe you after all.

“I mean, they keep saying this Ellis loser came from another world too… So… Maybe your story doesn’t sound too crazy after all.” His scarlet eyes focused on the floor, as if considering something. “You really weren’t lying about knowing the future. And I thought you had gone mad or something! So I’m a hero in the story?”

You could only scratch your arm nervously, a bit regretful for having to crush his sudden burst of excitement. “Ahaha… not exactly? I made that part up…”

Disappointed at the revelation that he wasn’t some badass hero wielding a legendary sword, he scoffed, “Seriously? So why save me then?”

“Look…” You took a deep breath, hiding your fidgeting fingers in your palm as best as you could. “We were both supposed to die. At least my character was mentioned in the story, but you? Y-You weren’t even mentioned at all…! You were just a nameless faceless soldier, someone not even worth mentioning––”

Offended, he snapped back, “Faceless? Rude much!”

You quickly shushed him, internally freaking out at the prospect that you may have been overheard. But when nothing else and no one else stirred, you frowned and muttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just really nervous… I guess what I’m trying to get at here is… why don’t we both help each other survive?”

“What?” Shaking his head in disbelief. First this person called him someone not even worth mentioning then they ask for his help? Seriously, what was with them?

“T-Think about it…! I’m the second most powerful person in the entire kingdom…! I know what will happen! Kinda…”

“Well, I do want to live just as badly as you do…” It appeared he was still on the fence. Leaning his weight against the wall, he demanded, “But what do you mean you kinda know what will happen? I thought you, for sure, know.”

“Um…” Twiddling your fingers, you hesitantly explained the dilemma, “I did mention we were both supposed to die… And while that part isn’t a lie and the whole you being the destined one to stop Ellis was a lie, the other thing I didn’t lie about was Ellis gathering with his allies to infiltrate the palace and acquire the sword to kill the Jabberwocky. That will actually happen. S-So, since I told everyone that––”

“Let me guess, you told it early?”

Freezing, you gazed up at him and murmured, “H-How did you…?”

He shrugged, “I would’ve done the same thing if I were in your position. That means a higher chance of survival, right? Assuming that the blonde is the good guy and our king Rosehearts is the bad guy of the story. And considering all that, now you have no idea how the story will be affected, right?”

“R-Right…” Wait, now it just looked like you were useless! Immediately interjecting, you added, “But I can still make predictions based on what I know, like how things were originally supposed to play out…!”

“And you are still technically a royal…” Ace placed a finger to his chin, probably thinking about possible outcomes, upsides, and downsides if he agreed to work together. Finally, when his gaze flittered back to you and you stood upright, he questioned, “What if things don’t go how we–– you plan?”

You actually considered this briefly. If everything came crumbling down and all plans failed, there was but one last option to avoid any punishment. “Find Ellis and the White Queen… or is it the White King? I-It doesn’t matter…! The point is, the White Royal is very kind and merciful. If I go to them and explain that I am not really the Red King’s consort, then they’ll spare me…! If you come too and bring the sword to slay the Jabberwocky, that will assure them of our good intentions!”

“Isn’t that just running away? I don’t want to do that. And come on, the Whites? Are you for real? I thought us Reds were bad, but those pristine prissy little killjoys are no fun.”

For a second you wanted to strangle him. What kind of idiot would risk certain death by staying here if everything goes south, instead of fleeing to a good place that would grant you sanctuary? “It’s exactly running away, that’s the point…! The point is to stay alive!”

The redhead tilted his head to the side, his disappointed and serious behavior disappearing as he grinned. “What if I became king?”

Now it was your turn to look at him as if he were the insane one. Was this knight actually the mad hatter that had been driven insane by mercury poisoning?

“I do owe you one for saving my neck back there. And I won’t lie, I’ve dreamed about being king one day. And you, you’re actually way more ruthless than you seem at first. I thought you were a scared little wimp that always cowers behind their little hubby husband.” He mocked. Ouch. He thought you were a wimp…? “But turns out, I was so wrong about you. Sounds like you’re willing to do whatever it takes to live another day. Even turn on your own husband!”

He was whisper yelling, and it was starting to make you anxious that someone would overhear. So you whisper yelled back at a lower volume, “S-Stop that…! You know the truth, he’s not really my husband…”

That smirk made you think that he was going to respond in a louder voice, but thankfully he wasn’t that stupid. Just stupid enough to plan to overthrow the bloody Red King and talk about it in his own palace. But maybe you were stupid too, for talking about such delicate matters in the palace halls. Ace took your hands and performed a mock bow. “No running away, you got it? I’ll take that tiny red punk’s crown and become king, then I’ll keep you as a royal beside me, it’s the least I can do after what you did. We’ll both not only survive, but thrive. What do you say, Your Majesty~?”

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thecuriousquest · 2 months

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Gonna start writing yandere content for:

Apothecary Diaries

Black Clover

Assassination Classroom

Heaven Official’s Blessing

#yandere apothecary diaries #yandere black clover #yandere assassination classroom #yandere heaven official’s blessing

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cvlutos · 1 year

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"NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS AFTER DARK"

RIDDLE R. v LEONA K. [MALE!READER]

ALICE IN WONDERLAND x RED RIDING HOOD [CROSSOVER]

T.MANOR: TRYING A NEW LAYOUT AND WRITING STYLE. ALSO, THIS IS PRETTY MESSY WRITING SO BE AWARE

| PART TWO |

| FEM!VER | GN!VER |

EVERY Tuesday, exactly at noon, does the stone clock tower chime. Without delay, you hear the sound of trumpets, the marching of hooves, as the golden gates of the palace open. Wide and big, as the card soldiers, in perfect position, march upon horses of black and white, wearing that of red with swords attached to their hips and spears within their hands. Preparing for the Queen’s weekly hunt. The crowd cheers, waves banners, as they yell sayings of good luck.

The cobblestone path is tight, crowded with people, big and small, infants to the elderly, all in hopes of seeing the benevolent Queen off. Even if this same celebration will happen next week as well. In seeing him in all his grandeur. Something you’d “sadly” miss, with your woven basket tight in hand, warm and heavy from the fresh baked delights, all from the Clover bakery. You shimmy through the tight crowd, moving in the opposite direction and were, quite frankly, in the way, even as you walk along the side house and store walls. You mummer ‘excuse me’ and apologize as you go, giving sheepish grins to those who spared you a glance.

You would rather be at home, yet you promised your mother you would go. You promised to go to the bakery, to buy your grandmother’s favorite treats and sweets and deliver them to her. She lives just outside the town and in the center of the thick woods, just on the other side in a small cottage in the middle of the northern woods. A journey you’ve made countless times, and on less crowded days. Yet today, your mother was extra worried, extra concerned for your grandmother’s well being. Even if you promised, you’d go first thing in the morning tomorrow. Yet she forced you anyway. Well, guilt-tripped you into going.

‘What if she’s already dead? Hm? What would you do then?’

Return home? Tell the authorities? Cry? Yet the look on her face told you she didn’t want any back talk, so you gave in and left.

You forced yourself further down the path, spotting the familiar opening that you’ve always taken. The town you live in is surrounded by a large stone wall. Tall and thick, with only one way out of the village, and one way in. Yet this impenetrable wall has a hole, fairly big, that anyone could fit their largest ox. So you had no trouble merely crawling or walking through. The alley that led to your secret path was uncrowded, as if waiting for you and you alone.

You shimmy forward, pushing past local residents. Some allowed room for you, having noticed you, others merely rolled their eyes. You pop your head past the road barricade, searching the long stone road. The card soldiers were far. Far away to where you could make it without interrupting them, or them even noticing you. You step over the thick string, glancing one more time, before you make haste. Darting onto the clear, wide road. Ignoring shouts and gasps as you make your way to the alley. Stopping to catch your breath, you turn around. Some of the crowd are merely laughing you off, others completely ignoring, some glared at you disappointedly, yet none made a move to call the guards on you. Your eyes scan the road. You hadn’t dropped anything, and if you did, you’re sure no one would even notice.

Slightly proud of yourself, you continue on, moving past the eccentric alley system, moving quickly past houses and shops, jogging towards the large wall.

You’d be fine.

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“HALT.”

The crowd becomes silent, and everything pauses. A send off has never once stopped. The Red Queen, golden crown glinting in the sun, his hand raised high. His horse stands still, the same confident and demanding energy as his owner, bows his head, as the Queen flows off the saddle. Heels clicking against the stone road. He walks forward, taking exactly five precise steps, before crouching, leather gloved fingers swiping along the stone. How he saw just a small thing, no one will ever know. The squished remains of strawberry cream cheese tart, a small delight. He rubs the cream between his fingers before rising just as quickly, holding out his hand for a napkin. It appears within a second. He turns on his heel, glaring eyes scouring the crowd, before landing on an older man.

“You! Who ran across here!?”

“Uh! I have no clue, your—your majesty.” He gives an embarrassed, clumsy bow, keeping his eyes glued to the ground. “Then you tell me?” The Queen looks at another, a young woman, who automatically stiffens her posture, face paling.

“A-a man! A young man. With—with a wooden basket and red cape.” The crowd nods along eagerly.

“In which direction?”

Multiple hands point towards the alley, all in fear to face the Queen’s wrath. With a single snap, five card soldiers appear by his side. “Search for the one with a red hood. Such disrespect shall not be tolerated.” There’s a chorus of ‘yes! your majesty.’ Yet not a soul moving til the Queen re-asummed his position upon his horse. “We will resume! While in search of this Red Hood!” His voice is thunderous, and as if nothing happened, everything returns to normal.

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The leaves crunch beneath your feet. As you continue your long trek, the path is winding and bumpy, covered in wild leaves and branches, the cobblestone hidden beneath the foliage. The basket sways within your hand as you walk and wander along the familiar path. The cool breeze flutters your crimson cloak, and you pull the hood to cover your head and protect your ears. Wishing to have worn pants instead of trying to be cute with your red shorts and white knee-length socks.

The Queendom is never cold, unless the Queen desires cold weather.

It always remains at the perfect temperature, always a warm summer breeze and a perfect summer day. And as you venture deeper into the woods and further away from the Queendom, the cobblestone path slowly crumbles and slowly turns to dirt. You stop at the threshold, glancing behind you. Something about today seems different.

You hope it’ll be a good day.

You venture into the woods.

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“Ruggie. I’m heading out. Ill be back.”

He lets out a low yawn, stretching his muscles as he walked towards the cave entrance, not giving Ruggie, his right hand, a chance to respond, leaving the hyena beastman to do whatever it is he’s doing. He pushes past the thick vines of the cave, leaving the warmth of the cave and giving a shallow nod to a young wolf beastman who currently was guarding the large camp, with the others like him. “Ill be back before dawn.”

“It’s noon? And the Queen and his guard is hunting today. Far from us, but still. Are you sur—” The lazy king gives a short wave, swatting away the beastman’s concerns, stifling another yawn, leisurely wiping tired tears from his eyes, while the wolf opened his mouth to speak.

“Jack!” The duo looks towards the urgent voices. Two young beastmen, a young tiger and an older bear, both you jogged frantically, seemingly having to run across the majority of the temporary camp. They slow to a stop, giving a quick bow to their pride leader before turning to Jack.

“The Queen’s Knights. Theres five of them! Theyre asking for you presence!”

“Of course. I’m on my way. Leona.” Jack turns to their sleepy leader, only to find the place where he stood empty. He’s brows furrow, before quickly giving up and motioning for the two to lead the way.

The Queendom of Roses and the Pride of Kingscholar. While the Queen occupies the Northern woods, the Kingscholar current occupies the East portion. Over months of arguments and fights, the Kingscholar Pride has been slowly forced to the outskirts and south, while the Queendom slowly takes over the North and East.

Jack and the two beastmen run side by side, running towards the end of the camp, coming across the five poised card guards. They all sit on white pristine horses, not moving an ounce as Jack slows and straightens out his white button-up shirt. “Where is Leona Kingscholar? We shall only speak to one of authority.” The voice is muffled by his thick metal helmet, clasping to his reins and swords.

“He’s away. What you need can be spoken back to him.” Jack crosses his arm, keeping a scowl upon his lips as the knight scoffs.

“I shouldn’t expect more from your kind,” Jack clicks his tongue but doesn’t speak, letting the knight continue, “There’s a human boy in red. He has ruined the Queen’s sendoff and thus must receive punishment. If you find him, you know best to hand him over immediately.”

“I have no such obligations.”

“Right—” You can hear the confidence in his voice, as he shifts the reins, getting ready to move, “It’s only best to consume your meat fresh. I hope you don’t get red fabric between your fangs, wolf.”Jack gives a low growl as the horse becomes spooked, rushing over, earning a yelp from the knight and gasps from the other silent four. They watch the group ride off into the forest, before letting out a huff.

“Jack. What should we do?”

The tiger beastman speaks first, which earns a thoughtful sigh from the wolf beastman. “Nothing. I’m sure Leona will find the boy before we do. Continue as you were.” Jack turns on his heels, rolling his shoulders as both boys shout and eager ‘yes’. This camp is only temporary until they reach the eastern mountain’s summit, and beyond that will be the savannas once you cross the mountains. Something Leona has been avoiding for the longest time.

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The farther you walk, the darker the woods get. Yet the twisting and winding path doesn’t lead you astray, a path in which you’re acquainted with. And as the trees grow closer and the leaves block the sun, it feels colder, as luminescent mushrooms and flowers that grow alongside the path glow in hints of blue and yellows, give you little light, while pollen that glows a soft purple flutters through the air. It’s absolutely enchanting, with towering thick trees and small sections which sunlight peeks through, highlighting the vibrant green plants and bushes. You hum softly, playing different games as you walk, occasionally eating one of your grandmother’s snacks.

“Youre quite far.”

You screech, nearly jumping out of your skin at the new presence of a voice. You look around and see no one. Your heart pounds against your ribcage. After a few moments, you left out a huff, slowly calming yourself.

“Especially during the Tyrant’s Hunt,” There’s a low chuckle that sends shudders down your spine and you look around frantically, “He might very well mistake you for a deer.” A rock zooms past your head, barely missing you and striking the tree behind you. Your body stiffens.

“Can you not speak?” It’s taunting and drawn out and you shiver as if ghost hands caress your body.

“What do you want—?”

“Now that is the question,” The voice lets out a low hum, and you hear the shuffling of plants, “I am quite hungry.”

You get a horrible feeling, and nearly trip, as something, or a someone, bolts through the thicket. A lion beastman. Before you can react, nails digging into your shoulders, and the new weight forces you to fall back, and momentum pushes you and him to roll over yourselves. Until you’re once again on your back, with the air from your lungs. Your eyes fly open, staring into amused deep emerald green eyes. You wince at the feelings of nails digging into your shoulders, close to breaking your skin and making you bleed, but he doesn’t. Only giving you the sensation of nails breaking skin. Your heels dig into the earth as you desperately try to regain your breath.

“Oh… Dont look like that. You act like I’m going to eat you. Well,” His hands move from your shoulders, letting you crawl backwards and away as he rested on the balls of his feet, forearms resting on his thighs as he tilts his head to the side. Eyes trailing you up and down, staring at the expansion of your bare thighs and legs, a low whistle slipping past his lips. “I might. In a more human way.” A shiver rolls down your spine as you use your cape to cover your legs. He visibly looks displeased as he looks at your face.

“Little Red Riding Hood on the run from the Queen.” He hums and youre eyes widen as you stagger to your feet.

“What? I didn’t do anything?!”

“Doesn’t seem that way,” his tail flicks lazily, his finger drawing in the dirt in clear boredom, “you somehow made the little tyrant mad.” He stands and you step away, he makes no move toward you. Green eyes gazing around the forest before stopping and landing on the path, in the direction in which you came. You follow his gaze and when you look back, the lion beastman is extremely close, his nose brushing against yours. You jump away and he rests a hand on his hips, while the other holds out your forgotten basket.

“I would get going little red. Unless you want to be headless.”

You take your basket and glanced the path, you could hear the pounding of hooves. You grimace before turning around, sharing one more glance at the beastman before darting down the path, back onto the road to grandmother’s house.

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There’s six. Six horses, five knights, one tyrant.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, kicking up dirt and letting out a yawn, he was pretty hungry. Maybe you’d and your grandmother might make a good snack after he’s done here. He counts the seconds before the Tyrant comes into view, an ever-permanent scowl upon his youthful face. He’s pristine and upon seeing Leona, he ordered his soldiers to stop and with ease slides off his horse and marches 10 steps before glaring at the Lion Beastman.

“Queen’s rules dictate that youre not allowed within the northern forest on Tuesday afternoons. In all honesty, I should send you and your pride further east for such disrespect of the Queens’s rules.” His words are venomous, speaking precisely that has his knights flinching even if the words weren’t for them.

“It’s Tuesday? I had no idea. Oops.” Using his pinky finger, he cleans out his ear with a bored expression, earning a harder glare as the Queen struggles to remain calm.

“No matter. Do what you want. I have more pressing matters.” He holds out his hand, and immediately, a parchment scroll is placed within his hands. The Queendom of Roses has always been the most efficient and quick. Undoing the rolled parchment and holding up the paper, your face was drawn most beautifully, a perfect reflection almost.

“Pretty isn’t he.” Leona furrows his brows, watching the Tyrant marvel at the photo, his nose scrunches in disgust.

“What are you on, Riddle?” Gasps and quick inhales come from the knights, yet the Queen doesn’t seem to mind, only few can call him by his name.

“If you must know. He disturbed my send off, and I assumed he was some ruffian. But to now see a drawing of him. He is quite cute and I am in need of a King,” He tilts her head with a gleeful grin, that seemed misplaced and lovesick, “Though I will have to break him in, make him more obedient. But I’m sure it’ll be worth it.”

“You truly are sick.” Riddle face morphs from love-struck to angry, rolling up the parchment delicately, before clearing his throat.

“I suggest you go. Unless—” A arrow shoots past Riddle’s head and grazes the fullness of Leona’s cheek before striking the tree behind him. Green eyes widen a mere fraction, and the tyrant beholds the tiniest smile. The card soldiers werent mere decoration, yet they arent that smart either. One of them must be a skilled huntsman.

“You know what I am capable of. I hate to have to make you my target instead.”

The leader of his pride rolls his shoulders lazily, with his thumb wiping away the blood on his cheek. “Absolutely. Id hate to make you angry. Know if you’ll excuse me, this lion is quite hungry.” And without another word, the lion stalks into the unknown of the woods.

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The path to grandmother’s house seems a lot longer than it usually does. Usually you’d be at her tiny cottage within an hour or two, yet it feels like days since you entered the woods and encountered the lion beastman. As if the forest was alive, living, breathing. As if the path beneath you were snakes whose bodies twisted and turned, knocking you off your feet.

You land with a hard thud, shaking your head. The forest is darker than before. How long has it been? You know the path and you know it well yet; you search your surroundings lazily, feeling as if you were submerged in thick oil, and the word seemed muffled. You spot vibrant red mushrooms that seemed to inflate before releasing a thick white gas. Hallucinations. They’re carnivorous mushrooms, but they’re never active during the day, nor on the path. Theyre new. As if purposely planted, but that’s ridiculous.

And it couldn’t possibly be night.

No.

You struggle to your feet, gripping the basket and meandering.

Walking.

Until a beacon.

Off to the side of the path, nestled in between two large trees, if you walked further down the path you’ll come across the small cottage village, with her golden porch light, was your grandmother’s house. With her stone walls and wooden roof were covered in moss and mushrooms, while her red painted door was visible. You pick up your pace, stumbling occasionally as you reach her rickety wooden porch, a wide grin upon your lips as you knock on the old door.

“Grandma!” You call through the wood, yet no reply. You grab the gold doorknob, turning it and slowly pushing the door inside, letting yourself in.

It’s the same as you remember, with the fireplace on, with fresh logs. There was no collection of dust, and the couch looked recently sat on. Her throw blanket and decor pillows were out of place. You close the door behind you, slipping off your shoes, and placed the basket on the dining room table. While undoing the strings of your cape and calling out to your grandma. You move deeper into her home, before reaching her bedroom. You knock.

“Oh, darling! I’m feeling quite sick, but come in. Come in.” Her voice sounds the same, and your tense shoulders drop, as a smile spreads across your face as you open the door. Only to find her bed empty and made, with the window wide open. You step further into the room, looking around, before you hear a soft click and you spin around, only to find the lion beastman from before. He isn’t looking at you, but instead squeezing a small bird.

“Mimic birds are quite useful. Able to mimic to the voice of anyone and anything once they hear it.” He releases the bird, and it frantically flies out the window. You step back. “You—My grandma!” You suck in a panicked breath and the man only shrugs. Striding his way towards you, his hand moving faster than you could comprehend to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks.

“What do you think—” His free arm slides around your waist and forces your close, you try to push him away, “I did. Maybe I ate her. Gobbled her up like a big bad wolf,” He faux pouts before clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes in personal annoyance, “Or lion, that fits better doesn’t it.” He shakes your head aggressively, speaking like a mother would to a child when they’re fussy,

“Maybe ill eat you up. Wouldn’t you just like that—” He lets you break away with a laugh, watching your glare, and he tilts his head and eyes moving out the window.

You can hear horses.

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