#yandere freya
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Since there's no God of War fic here yet, could you write somwthing for Freya/Frigg (her obssession can start with the 2018 game and gets more intense in Ragnarok when she's an ally to Kratos). Reader helps Kratos on his journey and despises Odin as much as her, which makes her have a conection with them.
(This woman literally made her son immortal and invulnerable to almost everything just to protect him, imagine what she would do for her darling).
-🐻
Honestly, she's also quite an intense yandere. I'd love to! I utilized some of the plot elements you gave me but also just gave my general view of her as a yandere.
Yandere! Freya Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Fear of loss, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Isolation, Violence, Stalking, Trauma, Forced immortality, Self-destructive behavior, Paranoia, Dubious/Forced relationship.
Honestly, while Kratos is intense because he's brutal...
Freya is intense because she's smothering.
She, like Kratos, has lost many people close to her already.
Both of them have a fear of loss that drives them crazy.
Freya would meet you around the 2018 game.
Despite the distrusting nature of Kratos she sees you are an ally of him and his son.
You probably don't know much about Odin until Ragnarök's events take place.
That is unless you know about her legend and past... even then she may have to tell you about it.
You are right that Freya would go to great lengths to protect you.
She protected Baldur with a spell that made him immortal yet unfeeling, she healed Atreus...
If she cares for someone enough she'll do everything she can to protect them.
Even after Kratos kills her son she wouldn't hate you.
Freya is a motherly yandere who is suffocating with her affection.
She hasn't truly loved anyone as a spouse due to her experiences with Odin.
But she certainly has a connection to children.
When it comes to the one she loves she'll do everything in her power to protect them.
Considering how she's a God, that's a lot of power.
She would feel guilty and bad if her ways of protecting you made you unhappy, but she prefers that over losing you.
Don't be surprised if Freya gives you an immortality spell similar to Baldur's.
She may even try to keep you isolated just to hide you from Odin.
If you also hated Odin it only feeds into her feelings towards you.
Freya has trauma due to Odin.
As a result she views you as someone to cling to, someone to heal her inner pain.
Especially after the death of Baldur, her son.
While she is an ally to Kratos in the 2018 game she isn't as obsessed, she's protective but hasn't fallen for you fully yet.
After the death of Baldur she stalks you along with Kratos.
Freya hates that you still work with Kratos instead of siding with her.
Which only fuels her attempts of killing Kratos.
She means you no harm, yet I suggest not trusting any eagles.
She may just be watching.
Her obsession fully situates when she joins Kratos again.
She no longer wants to kill the man... plus she's a bit envious that he's around you all the time.
You're so much different than Odin... and you hate the man too.
As Ragnarök unfolds, Freya feels she needs you.
To her... you may be the cure for her trauma.
Because of this she begins to pursue you.
Now let me say this, Freya may be even harder to leave than Kratos.
She has many spells and tricks to her advantage.
She can disguise herself, make you immortal, isolate you....
If Freya feels there's a way to protect you she'll pursue it.
Even if you begin to hate her... Freya accepts it.
She loves you too much to just lose you.
She fears your death, she fears you running off...
She'd rather perish than give you up.
Speaking of which, Freya would sacrifice herself to protect you.
She could care less what happened to her at times, just as long as you're alive she's happy.
Freya can't wait until Odin is dead, honestly.
By the end of Ragnarök she's ready to make you her true spouse.
One she wishes to marry out of love... not out of obligation.
Freya can be extremely caring.
Being with her isn't too bad....
But since you most likely have the immortality spell on you, you can't feel much.
In fact... you feel a bit broken and frustrated.
Freya ends up recreating the pain she inflicted on her son with you.
You begin to resent her because she'd rather keep you safe than happy.
No matter how much she says she loves you, no matter how many kisses she gives you...
You feel nothing.
Yet Freya doesn't care in the end... because at least she has you... safe and sound.
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Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ Ｙａｎｄｅｒｅ ＧＯＷ Ｈｅａｄｃａｎｏｎｓ
Synopsis - Just some general Headcanons for one of my favorite game series and characters!!
Tags and Warnings - Harm Towards the Reader, that's all I got.
Authors Note - THIS IS SO CRINGE (please don't unfollow me I'm going through a phase (I'm working on BTS reqs rn I swear))
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
Kratos
Literally is known for killing, and will gladly do it again
Your like family to him and he's seen too many of those he considered family betray him and die
Pre Norse Kratos would be at his absolute worst peak. Any little thing would result in someone else dying.
Looked at you wrong? Cut in Half.
Someone told you something? Eyes Gouged out.
And the worst someone did to you the more serious Kratos would punish them, or really kill them.
His rage is met with something that calms him, makes him feel grounded, aka you.
But my god is he gentle with you, no matter what. He touches you almost like you'd break if he used anymore force.
Even with the little words he uses when talking to you, he truly loves and cares for you. All he wants is for that love to be recognized and given back to him.
But one thing for sure, Kratos kidnaps you. Just to keep you in his sights and a place he knows and can see you whenever
Post Norse Kratos is much more pleasant to be around. He's more stern, more calm, much more approachable, even if needing a much more deeper urge too.
Plus if your good with Atreus, that only makes things better. He sees that maternal aspect in you instantly
However no matter what he keeps is past closer off to you because he doesn't want you to think any different of him.
(HE LOVES BIG WOMEN GUYS I SAID IT. HE GOT TOO. (all his dead wives are skinny (let me be delusional)))
You yelled out running into the middle of of snow. It was freezing cold but you couldn't stop anytime soon. Or else you'd be trapped back in that house, never to see the light of day.
You heard him.
Heavy, labored breaths behind you.
You ducked down behind a rock, trying to slow your breathing. This was hopeless, but you had to Atleast try. Maybe Freya would help you or something, she does a have a thing against your captor.
“Do you wish to die out here.”
A hand went to your mouth, refusing to give in to the fear that overtook you.
“You cannot survive the cold. Come back. Do you not want to be home? With us?”
His footsteps grew louder, he knew what he was. He was intimidating, scary, deep down a killer.
And did he know how to use those aspects to his advantage.
A hand grabbed at your ankle and you were pulled up by your foot. You made direct eye contact with the wall of muscle that you'd grown to fear. His breathing was labored but he took a deep breath in, and sling you over onto his shoulder.
“We are to talk about this later. Understand?”
All you could do was sob silently and nod your head.
Freya
Man when I tell you shes reminded of what love feels like, she is reminded hard.
She's already broken, having almost everything taken away from her by Odin. But you mend those tears in her soul, binding them shut with your mere existence.
Freya would've instantly been drawn to you, seeing as all you wish to do is care for the people around you, being free from Odin's eye, as your inconsequential to him
She would grow to envy your freedom, as you traveled the realms as freely as you wished. Your absence would plague her, growing to be that without you she feels empty.
And it gets worse after Bauldur dies.
Once he's gone you flee quickly seeing what she's turned into. Fueled by rage and regret, she would have these outbursts of just heavy emotion. And so you left, avoiding Midgard at all costs.
It wouldn't be long until she finds you, being free from her curse. Freya would tackle you to the ground and capture you, vowing go nrver let you out of her sights again.
And she doesn't, she wants you to either be locked up and with her. And majoirty of the time it's with her. She wants a new spouse, someone to actually call her love and mean it.
“There you are!”
You were tackled to the ground, bound by vines that were never apart of the vegetation of the realm you called home.
The sight of a angered Freya came into view as your eyes opened. Her breathing was labored as she moved her hands, the vines still keeping you stuck. Her hands came to your cheek and you winced at her cold touch. A paled man stood over in the distance watching silently.
“Your just as beautiful as the day you left…” She mumbled to herself bringing your attention back to her. Freya's hands pressed against your cheeks as she leaned in, kissing your forehead passionately. The action almost mimicked a mother, trying to clam her new born baby.
But this wasn't the situation for that.
“Freya please we can tal-”
“So you know how much you hurt me?! You left me alone. Alone with my thoughts, I spiraled without you.” She yelled at you. This is one of the reasons you left in the first place, her mood can switch so easily. “But that's in the past, and all I care for is the future. One where you and me spend eternity together.”
Atreus (But in a platonic crushing way cause ya know he a minor)
He's crazy, literally whipped for you. He's considers you to be his best friend, and does a bunch of harmless flirting.
Of course he thinks your pretty, one of the prettiest people he's ever encountered and has he seen some things. But he knows that staying friends keeps him happier, and less stressed
Being a mortal really didn't help your case, if anything it made Atreus more protective of you and your safety.
Any situation he deemed to dangerous and unsafe for you, he'd make you stay behind (he takes after his father a lot.)
You often are the subject to which he vents too, it's rather unintentional, everything that's happened and is currently happening to him is just so stressful. And god knows he couldn't vent to his father or Sindri.
He has this thing for showing you the world through his eyes. Like he'll tell you what animals are saying and how they're just like him and you. The beauty of nature is something he just has to show you
One thing that's worrisome is how impulsive he is. He's so quick to stand his guard and protect you when it comes to you and your safety. Key example is Heimdall, in which he never liked. Atreus hates how the blonde talks to you, in fact he would immediately pull out the wolf when Heimdall even mentions you.
Off note, Atreus will bring you to Asgard with him. No matter what you say he'll want you to be there with him. His excuse is that you'd make a great duo, but in reality he doesn't want to be alone.
“What is wrong with you!? Your trying or at least considering to go to Asgard?!” You yelled once inside of Freya's abandoned house.
“Its the next best lead I have. But I need you to go with me, I can't do it alone.” Atreus said as if it was the most simple thing ever. You furrowed your brows at the half god.
“Let me break it down for you. I'm a mortal. A mortal in a realm built for gods? Yeah your fucking crazy. Oh let me add this. I'm a child, your a child, WE'RE CHILDREN!"
“I'd say young adults, shit maybe teenagers. But the thing is we have to, we have to save my dad.” Atreus tried to reason with you.
“Since when is it a WE thing? Atreus this is your prophecy not mine. Hell not even Atreus, this is Loki's prophecy."
“Wait don't go I need you!”
“Goodbye Loki.”
“No!” He yelled before shooting a arrow at your arm, cut forming at your forearm. You hissed out and grabbed at the wound, the cold hitting your blood. “Your not going anywhere hurt like that. Step out there and the cold will infect the wound. If you come with me, Odin can heal you.”
“I'm-”
“Make a choice.”
“Fine. I'll go….”
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— Yandere Freya Masterlist
🔞 = NSFW
Platonic is stated first, then romantic.
PLATONIC:
Nothing yet!
ROMANTIC:
Nothing yet!
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𖥔 ࣪ ㅤ۪ 🪷 🪺 ⸺ 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚 !
♫ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 — 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞
˚ ✩ 🪞 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ ⛳️
𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
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~Yandere Freya Headcanons~
Might as well start off by giving my favorite villager some good ol' headcanons! Here we go...
First off, while it's a staple for yandere's to become obsessed with their love interest at first glace, Freya is an exception. No unusual feelings when she first met you. Just a friendly greeting and a little bit of chit-chatting to get to know one another. Though, overtime, her feelings for you would start to form.
Freya hails from viking land (aka Norway). Raised in a small, rural village in the Møre og Romsdal region, she's used to solitude, harsh winters, and a quiet life. So, typically she spends the most time in your town alone. She does like to shop, though. Having lived in Bergen for a couple years, she was never fond on how bustling the city life was but she loved how close a lot of shops were!
Whenever she would interact with anyone, she could sometimes come off as cold or a little rude to some folks. She doesn't mean it, though.
However, while she preferred her own company, you were slowly becoming the exception to this. While she would simply walk pass anyone without even looking at them, you on the other hand she could not help but want to talk to you.
Anytime you were alone outside, the second the wolf would catch a glimpse of you she was sure to check in on you. Asking you about your day, how you're feeling, what you're doing or planning on doing.
She absolutely adores how shy and timid you are around her, since she towers over you and you did find her to be quite attractive.
Freya loves taking you out on her shopping trips with her. Loving every single compliment you gave her on any outfit she bought or tried on and would always pick out ones for you! Even if some may not be your style, she was never short on telling you how beautiful you looked in each one.
She genuinely enjoyed your company. A lot! With frequent visits to her house and vice-versa. Sharing meals, laughing, talking about life, etc.
Overtime, the wolf had become a bit protective over you. To the point where if you two were together, anyone that gave you the slightest bit of attitude, harassment, or god forbid offer you "terrible" service. She would glare at them, menacingly. To the point where they would either back-off or fix their tone or service since she made them uncomfortable.
If you were threatened by a tarantula or a scorpion, Freya would come rushing in to the rescue and kill those foul creatures without hesitation.
Or if you were even just had the mildest of colds, she would practically break into your home to take care of you. You didn't even need to tell her what was wrong, she could sense it. And you can be sure she would not leave your side until you were 100% better.
Your happiness, wellness, and safety were all gradually becoming Freya's top priorities, to the point where you found to be a bit overbearing. Of course you felt flattered that the wolfess was always looking out for you. But sometimes it could feel like you couldn't even have your own space since you soon kept finding yourself wrapped up in her arms.
Anytime an opportunity would arise for hugs and cuddles, she would take it without really asking you for your consent first. It's not like you were suffering, though.
And if you ever so uttered a peep about being cold or showing even the smallest of signs of a chill, you had better cancel your plans for the next few hours because you were gonna be stuck wrapped up in a blanket or two by her as she cuddled you close to keep you nice and toasty. And don't think you could ever escape her grasp, too. She's much stronger.
While rarely leaving you alone anymore. she wasn't hurting anyone. The worst she has done was growl a little and show her fangs at anyone that wronged you in anyway. Most of the time, if anyone was looking at you for too long, Freya would place both of her hands on your shoulders to signal to the on-looker that you were with her. And only her.
Her behavior at this point would plateau for a while. She had no interest in hurting others and simply acted as your guardian.
That was until someone would act just a little too mean with you. Or if they landed a not-so-friendly hand on you. The second Freya would catch wind of this, she would finally snap.
With whoever caused you severe distress, they would suddenly disappear the next day or so.
And if Freya continued to feel like people were stepping out of line with you, her last resort were to be to abduct you and keep you somewhere safe. She doesn't want it to come to that, but if she felt that if the circumstances were met, then she would have no choice.
Don't worry though, wherever she plans on keeping you, you can be assured that she will take the upmost care of you. Even if you were now stuck with her against your will.
#text post#headcanons#yandere headcanons#animal crossing#freya animal crossing#yandere freya#yandere animal crossing#yandere x reader#tw obsessive behaviour#tw implied death#tw kidnapping
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Yandere Mikaelson Family Headcanons (Platonic)
❝ 🧛 — lady l: I finally finished the hcs of our beloved vampires as platonic yandere! It was fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it too! Forgive me any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🖤
❝tw: yandere, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death and murder, transformation into a vampire, jealousy and unhealthy platonic relationships.
❝🧛pairing: yandere platonic!mikaelson family x gender neutral!reader.
The stories about your appearance in the lives of the originals vampires are much discussed and contextualized. Some said you were a human who was kidnapped by them and forced to become part of their family. Others say they went mad and brought you into the vampire life as a way of redeeming the human lives taken. None of this is true, however. The true story is dated back to when they were still human and you were a close friend of the family and witnessed all the tragedies over a thousand years ago.
You, like them, were human. It was Rebekah, your closest friend at the time, who introduced you to the family and it didn't take long for you to become very close to her brothers, especially Henrik and Klaus. They have come to love you and treat you like part of the family. It didn't matter if you already had a family or not, you became part of theirs and they will not allow that to be changed.
You were very close to everyone, but you still didn't know their parents and that was on purpose. Klaus and Elijah in particular didn't want you to get close to his parents at all. They tried at all costs to keep you all to themselves, to the sibilings, but they couldn't hide you forever. In one night, you met Mikael and Esther Mikaelson.
It was a cold and restless night, you couldn't sleep and you left the ''room'' you shared with them. Since you didn't want to wake any of them, you got up carefully and left the small family hut. When you thought about it, you could still feel the freezing cold on your skin and the jump you gave when you heard the voice of a man very similar to your friends approaching you. It took a few seconds, but you recognized him as the Mikaelson patriarch.
Your heart leapt knowing who the man was and you didn't know what to do. You had already heard stories about him, how strict he was with his children, especially Niklaus. To your surprise, the man, Mikael, had been kind to you. A kindness you had never expected from someone like him and, feeling more at ease, you let your guard down and started talking to him. It didn't take long for him to introduce you to his wife, Esther, and they started to consider you their child and love you as their children loved you.
Everything was going well until tragedy struck the family and changed everything. When Klaus arrived with Henrik, dead, in his arms all chaos ensued. Your heart ached to see your friend, your brother, lifeless and Klaus in tears screaming for help. Everything changed the moment Mikael forced Esther to turn all of they children, including you, into something that couldn't be killed. And that's when everything fell apart, you were turned into an original vampire, unable to be killed in the traditional way. All of this was when the first vampires in history were created. Your family of overly overprotective, murderous vampires.
Mikael and Esther were the most dangerous and murderous about you. The family patriarchs are protective and demanding. Mikael is calculating and strict, but is shown to be caring and kind to you even after the transformation. There is no doubt who his favorite child is. Although he is proud, Mikael is devoted to you and is quite close, even if he can act aloof and mean. Esther is very loving to you and has come to adore you like her child, although she is a bad woman at times and a powerful witch, Esther used to be a present mother to you.
Niklaus is considered the worst of the sibilings, although there is some doubt about this. He is cruel, insensitive to the pain of others and considered a sociopath. And maybe all of that is true, but you never knew him that way. You've always known Klaus as a protective and caring brother, and even after Henrik's death, his discovery of being a hybrid, and everything that followed for centuries, he remained the same for you. Others saw the change in him and how possessive he became about you, but it didn't matter to you. He is cruel to everyone else but you. You are the only one besides him who has never had a dagger stuck in your chest and confined in a coffin for decades. Klaus enjoys your company immensely and is the most possessive of them all.
Elijah is the quietest of his siblings in his obsession with you, usually being portrayed as calm and methodical. He is very polite and formal and he usually expects the same from his family. Elijah is very soft for you and a true gentleman, he has made a promise to himself to care for and protect you since he met you and he does his best to honor that promise after centuries of existence. Being very overprotective, Elijah is almost always seen in your company accompanying you somewhere and throwing distinct looks at anyone who approaches you more than they should. Although he is very calm, Elijah is dangerous to anyone who threatens his family and ripping out hearts will be an act of mercy.
Kol is the most spoiled of the family and the most troubled of all. He likes to drag you into his messes and carnage, even if you don't like it, he'll make sure you learn to like it. Kol is unpredictable and a bombshell, ready to unleash his murderous fury on anyone who crosses him, who crosses you. He loves to spoil you and take you with him, if he can and has the chance, he will convince you to run away with him.
Rebekah is your best friend, your favorite sister, well, that's her delusion and what she likes to believe. Rebekah is problematic but not as much as her brother, she is romantic and is always by your side at parties or family gatherings. She loves to take you shopping with her and take you out for drinks. Rebekah is very needy for your attention, for your love, and will sulk if you don't give what she wants from you. She is kind and loving, always looking out for you and doing her best to please you, but she has an unbridled rage and jealousy inside her that will become easily visible if you don't spend time with her.
Freya is the most reliable of the entire family and the most selfless of all. She always puts you above all her petty and selfish desires, genuinely caring and loving you as she feels she should. She is very responsible and a great listener, and has a habit of scolding her siblings when they get too annoying. Her obsession is strong but controlled and Freya never shows her possessiveness, usually she handles these kind of feelings as calmly as possible. She doesn't want to scare you and secretly wants to be her favorite.
Finn is the least close to you, though not by choice. He's never had much of a chance to stay by his side, not with the other brothers doing their best to get him as far away from you as possible. Finn is subtle in his obsession and prefers to watch from afar and protect you like that, but given the chance, he will physically approach you.
The Mikaelson family has its many problems and divisions, which have only been made worse after meeting you, but one thing they all agree on is that you are their top priority and that you must be protected at all costs. Any love interests will be quickly and effectively killed, and friends who are not approved by them will be far from your life. You don't need anyone but your loving family, don't you agree?
They would hate to put you to sleep for a while, but they will if they feel it necessary. They all can disagree and fight, especially Klaus and Kol, but once you enter the story is when they unite and will do their best to keep you just theirs. You took a vow, remember? Always and forever. And they will make sure you fulfill the vow you made.
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Hi, can you please do a platonic yandere Mikaelsons headcanon with a human reader where they viewed her as a younger sibling? Thanks a lot.
A/N: Hi! I don't know if I'm really happy about this, but I hope you still enjoy this.
-S
+300ish words.
TW: implied abandonment and abuse. Manipulation, again jsut not good stuff,
The Mikaelsons are fiercely protective of their own and will do whatever it takes to protect the youngest of them.
Elijah had found you barely alive because of dehydration and starvation, and Elijah being Elijah, he took you in.
At first, all of his siblings were really confused by their brother’s behavior but soon after meeting you they became just as obsessed with you as Elijah.
And soon after that they started to call you a Mikaelson too, I mean you need to have the same family as your siblings, right.
Rebekah likes to take almost a maternal role in your life and for most of the time she treats you like a child without free will.
Kol is the fun brother who turns into a version of himself that you cannot even recognize.
Freya and Finn are the most chill of the siblings, but they will manipulate you into staying with the family no matter how stressed you get because of the family.
Klaus is somewhere between Kol and Finn+Freya. But he will hurt you even without realizing it. Also, he gets super paranoid when you aren’t a beaming light of happiness.
Elijah is the most responsible adult of the family, but he will put so much pressure on you (about you being the only hope for the family) that at the end he might hurt your mental state the most.
Overall, you will be well protected, but you never get a moment to yourself, and all of your decisions will be taken away from you.
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Yandere mikaelson family
- The woman in question is a normal human being, but she awakens an uncontrollable obsession in each of the Mikaelsons. Each of them has a different reason to be obsessed with her: Klaus sees in her an opportunity to have a real family, Elijah sees her as the salvation of his family, Rebekah sees her as a surrogate sister, Kol sees her as a new playmate, Finn sees her as a new beginning, and Freya sees her as a true friend.
- The woman doesn't know that the Mikaelsons are obsessed with her, and she thinks they're just close friends. The Mikaelsons make sure to keep their obsession a secret and work together to keep the woman happy and protected.
- Klaus is the most jealous of the Mikaelsons, feeling threatened by any man who gets too close to the woman. He sees her as his possession and won't allow anyone else to get too close to her. If anyone dares to flirt with her, Klaus kills them without a second thought.
- Elijah is the most protective of the Mikaelsons, making sure the woman is always safe and protected. He treats her with respect and tenderness, always willing to do anything for her. However, if anyone dares to hurt her, Elijah becomes a killing machine.
- Rebekah sees the woman as a surrogate sister and wants to protect her from the dangers of the supernatural world. She makes sure the woman has proper clothing, healthy food, and a safe place to live. If anyone dares to hurt her "sister," Rebekah becomes very dangerous.
- Kol sees the woman as a new playmate and takes her on fun and dangerous adventures. He treats her as an equal and loves spending time with her. However, if anyone dares to hurt her, Kol shows his dark and violent side.
- Finn sees in the woman an opportunity for a new life and wants to keep her away from the supernatural world. He treats her with respect and tenderness, but also tells her to stay away from his siblings. If anyone dares to hurt her, Finn becomes very dangerous.
- Freya sees the woman as a true friend and helps her understand the supernatural world. She teaches her how to protect herself and shows her how to use magic. If anyone dares to hurt her friend, Freya becomes very dangerous and powerful.
In summary, the Mikaelson family as yanderes in love/obsessed with the same woman work together to keep her safe and happy, but are also willing to do anything to keep her by their side. Each of them has a different way of showing their obsession, but they all see her as something precious and valuable that must be protected at all costs.
The woman in question can feel the love and obsession of the Mikaelsons, but doesn't understand the depth of their feelings. She's attracted to each of them in different ways, but doesn't realize that her attention is what makes them so possessive and jealous.
The Mikaelsons may seem like a dysfunctional and violent family, but when it comes to the woman they love, they become a united and protective force. Each of them is willing to sacrifice everything for her, even if that means fighting each other.
Ultimately, the woman must choose who she wants to be with, but she knows it won't be an easy decision. The Mikaelsons love her in a way that can be overwhelming, but they'll also protect her from any danger that comes her way. She may be the only one who can save them from their darkness, but she may also become their downfall.
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can you make headcanons about yandere kol mikaelson x fem human reader
I can absolutely do headcanons for Kol Mikaelson! Thank you very much for the ask anon and I hope you enjoy these headcanons!
AN: This ask and my response to it deals with yandere content, kidnapping, canon typical violence, and behaviours. This means it will have dark elements. I do not condone yandere behaviours in real life.
Despite their frequent fights and arguments, Kol and Klaus are very similar.
They are similar when it comes to the type of yandere they are and how they treat their darlings.
You bumped into Kol after he had stormed away from Davina following their argument about her controlling Mikael with magic. Kol had called her reckless and thoughtless. He was also furious with her because she had lied to and manipulated him into revealing his father's location.
Still angry, Kol gazed down at you with a sneer. As soon as he saw you, his sneer faded away. You were the most beautiful being that he had ever seen.
You didn't know much about the Mikaelsons but you did know that you were in danger and an apology quickly fell from your lips.
Charmingly, Kol lifted one of your hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "A beautiful creature such as yourself should not worry about apologising when something so wonderful has transpired from our meeting."
Still on edge, you pulled your hand back and without hesitation, Kol introduced himself. You were about to do the same when there was a whoosh of air and you found yourself pressed against a tree with a vampire snarling at you and someone who looked to be a teenager standing behind the vampire.
That was how you met Mikael and Davina. Proudly, Davina revealed herself to be a witch and that Mikael was the father of the Mikaelsons, the Original vampires.
Underneath her pride and her smugness, you detected a hint of fear which worried you. Throughout Davina's introduction, Mikael hadn't said a thing. The vampire hunter stepped back at Davina's spoken command and you detected resentment in his gaze as he did so.
"I have a bad feeling that Mikael is fighting her control. How long do I have before he breaks free?" You wondered as your hands scraped against the bark.
The answer: not very long. Following your disappearance, Kol had gone to the only beings that stood a chance against their father. His tone was impatient and his words were biting and in the end, he convinced his siblings to assist him in fighting their father.
The Originals didn't take long to find you and during the fight, Davina's bracelet was destroyed. You trembled as you saw the same look of utter fury on Kol and Mikael's faces but for very different reasons.
Davina ran to your side, figuring that she would be safe next to you. It didn't take you long to realise that she was controlling Mikael with the bracelet. Your expression told her just what you thought about that idea of hers and she ducked her head.
The fight between the Originals and their father was violent, bloody, and rapid. Mikael was destroyed by his children and Kol was seething with rage at the fact that Davina had sought shelter from her actions next to you.
Kol eventually calmed down and from that point on, you interacted with the Mikaelsons on a frequent basis. Dinner parties with the Original siblings were always interesting and incredibly chaotic. You respected Elijah's constant efforts to try and maintain order when it came to his family.
It took time but eventually, you and Davina moved from merely tolerating each other's existence (Kol did go to her when he needed magical help) to an almost friendship.
Occasionally, you get glimpses of Kol's darker nature. Kol isn't one to hesitate if he feels insulted or if there is the tiniest hint that you are upset or uncomfortable. You jokingly referred to him once as your hellhound and to your surprise, Kol laughed.
He liked the nickname and so it stuck.
While Kol has access to some of the wealth that his family does, he prefers to show his love and appreciation in other ways. The Mikaelson will spend time with you (casually threatening those who interrupt your time with him) and he will tell you stories of his childhood before things became complicated.
He likes it when you hum tunes from movies and he will drop everything to watch movies with you. Kol will cuddle with you during the movie and the two of you will end up missing the ending because you've fallen asleep in his arms and he is so entranced by the way you fit perfectly in his arms and the way you look when you are sleeping.
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Imagine this scenario: sweet and kind reader gets the whole Mikaelsons family to be yandere for her, but she decided to leave them after discovering their vampirism and dark side, feeling repulsed by it. How would they react to it? What kind of things would they do to get her back?
Honestly, I can see that the Mikaelsons are drawn to someone who is pure and innocent. They are determined to protect the innocence of the reader.
Worst reactors:
Arm
Klaus
Elijah
Those who react more normally:
Finn
Freya
Rebekah
I think those who react badly will resort to dark and evil ways to get your reader back. Normal responders will choose more humane ways to get your reader back.
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God of war I love that
Can I request yandere kratos x daughter reader x yandere boy Atreus ( I can't help but call him boy😁)
Like the reader is is the twin of Atreus
If I remember correctly it been a while since I played the game. Kratos didn't know they where Born
But he finds out that his daughter is strong like him and her brother but is very sick like either a bad heart condition or something that she sick and needs break's
But she can still fight and everybody calls her weight for it and her father and brother get better protective about that and say she's a strong goddess
Broken Truth: The Twin Sister of Yandere Brother Atreus and Father Kratos. She's strong but has a sickness or a weak heart. I think I can do that. Now, let the words weave together.
[Midgard - Kratos' Cabin]
Kratos knew that something was special about his children the moment they were born but there was something extraordinary about his daughter, who he and Faye named [Name], while the son was named Atreus. As time traveled on, the twins grew and Kratos noticed that his daughter was much stronger than Atreus but Atreus was faster than [Name] and was more skilled in the art of the bow; one day, Kratos found his daughter swinging a bar of steel like a sword and her form was perfect, even without training, she was a natural Spartan.
When Faye passed on and the children reached that age, Kratos passed his wife's bow to Atreus and crafted a sword and shield for his daughter. Kratos would train [Name] with the Leviathan Axe and she was able to hold her own, but her heart wasn't complete and she would get tired after a while of training; Kratos understood this and would let her rest while training Atreus with his bow and hunting.
Atreus would always be by his sister's side - getting whatever she needed when she was tired, from a jug of water to the elixir that was written in Faye's Notes that would aid her with her heart condition. Kratos was the same with [Name], he didn't let anyone near his daughter, and Atreus was always walking around with one hand on his bow, ready to shoot anyone who came near his sister.
"Father. Brother. I am fine, stop worrying." [Name] said one day at the market when they ran out of ingredients for [Name's] Elixir.
"Stay back, sister. I don't want you in the gaze of all those other people." Atreus said as he held his hand out to stop [Name] from getting too close to the vendor at the shop.
"Atreus..." [Name] groaned.
"Listen to your brother, [Name]," Kratos said in his deep voice. [Name] just explained and stood away while Kratos spoke to the vendor.
[Name] would have the most difficult time as Atreus' Brother when it was time to take Faye's Ashes to the tallest mountain in the Nine Realms and [Name] insisted that she came with them but when they met Freya, the woman found herself drawn to [Name] and began getting closer to her as her mother, or at least, she tried to but Atreus and Kratos stopped her from getting to close to [Name]. When Kratos killed Baldur, Freya swore that she would kill Kratos and take [Name] as her own daughter.
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Part 2 of this initial idea
Tw: brief mention of murder, lots of things on body dysmorphia, sad moments for girlie
Alright we're giving buff coquette girl a name now- Freya. (I literally just remembered one of my teachers in 6th grade that had a dog named Freya and said yes aha).
So as I said before, she's pretty self-conscious. She hates her height and how buff she is. She gets sad so, so easily. LIke she probably cries once a week about it.
And what does she do when she's all sad and emotional? She works out. It distracts her from the bad parts of her life. Which only makes her more buff, which results in her being more self-conscious.
Not too many people want to date her because 1. think she's too tall or 2. believe she's already taken. So she feels alone most of the time. She has a fair amount of friends, but she craves the romance.
Like she wants to be snuggled and be the little spoon, or go on walks together as a date. But she rarely gets the chance. Until one day, someone asks her out on a date.
The person is just some random dude, who doesn't look anything special. He's a little odd, but she takes the chance. That night, Freya does everything to look good. If only she knew that she would get stood up by the guy.
So she sits on a bench at night, watching some feral ducks squawk at each other endlessly. She's sobbing and drowning her pink blouse in her tears. She hates herself. She hates that she's such a joke of a girl.
Enter MC.
MC is definitely shorter than her by however much. They think she's the cutest thing ever, and stalk her some days. Well, they just happened to be the reason why her date didn't arrive because they had murdered him. So they just come strolling down the path, acting as if they just noticed her.
Freya is surprised when MC asks if she wants to go on a date with them right at that moment. She hesitates, but with her mood being terrible she agrees.
So they go on a little walk, and they talk for a while. She's shy, and anxious if she's saying the right things. Meanwhile, MC is absolutely enamoured with her. Literally MC, "Tall buff goddess please let me carry you-"
When the conversation ends with her talking about being self-conscious about her appearance and physique, MC is not having it. They're getting on one knee, holding her hand, constantly reassuring her she's a perfect woman and that people just need to accept it.
She gets all emotional since she's never really regarded herself that highly, so she clings to MC. She wants to go out on another date with them.
She quite literally wants to make them her lover.
(Alright have more food of her. I was surprised how people ate up the last post on her)
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— Yandere God Of War Masterlist
↳ I'm not writing Odin. Any asks or requests sent of him will be deleted.
The numbers in brackets mean how many posts I've made based on that character. If there's zero, it means I haven't written them.
Kratos Masterlist (3)
Thor Masterlist (0)
Freya Masterlist (0)
Heimdall Masterlist (1)
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-Entombed- !Yandere Freya x Reader
On one bright, sunny day on your island, you were called to assist one of the townsfolk there. None other than Ankha has requested your services into helping her with rearranging her backyard. She wants you to dig up a hole in her yard and place one of her sarcophaguses she has displayed on stone-tablet tables, into the hole to bury. Really to just say she has one buried and to also make room for more Egyptian-themed furniture.
You accept her favor not because of an incentive reason but just out of the kindness of your heart. You were always willing to help out with whatever you can with your neighbors. Even with people like Ankha who can be quite rude to you at times, given her snooty personality. You bare it, though. Hoping to eventually see a soft side of her underneath her outwardly, cold, blunt shell.
So, there you are as you just finished digging up the hole she needed. Now time to transfer the tomb to its new home. You pick it up a little and start to slide it off the stone table. As soon as you slid it enough over the edge to let gravity take over, you realized that it was a little bit heavier than you expected. No biggie, though, you can handle it. You may not have as much strength like a jock villager but you were willing to try your hardest. You carefully guide the tomb off the table to place onto the ground. Challenging, given the material it’s made out of but you eventually and successfully place the gold, stony coffin safely on the ground. Now all that’s left is to get it in the hole. However, there was one little problem though...
“What did you do?”
“Hm?” You respond, wondering what the cat was talking about.
“It’s ruined!”
The pharaoh cat kneeled down to see that a piece of the marble trim at the foot end of the sarcophagus has been chipped off. Most likely due from letting that end fall onto the ground when you were trying to stand it up off from the table.
Ankha fiddled with the broken piece for a minute, then looked up at you, giving a hostile glare.
“YOU CHIPPED IT OFF!” She hollered. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THESE THINGS ARE, ME MEOW?! UGH!”
You were stunned and taken aback by her sudden outburst. You start to take a few steps back from the raging cat. You felt sorry for what you did but at the same time, a little confused on why she’s making such a fuss over a small piece. It’s not like it was the end of the world!
“Ankha, I’m sor-”
“No, SHUT UP you idiot peasant! You were not careful and you clearly don’t know how to handle other people’s belongings! Don’t you have a brain?!”
You couldn’t help but feel a little bit insulted. You didn’t mean to break it; you were just trying to help. She was the one overreacting. You try to remain calm and mature in the heat of the moment though.
“I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!”
“I DON’T CARE!” She yelled back. “All I asked of you was to dig and bury this tomb but you couldn’t even do something as simple as THAT right. You just HAD to screw it up! It was in perfect, pristine condition until you manhandled it like an ape. Honestly, me meow, I shouldn’t have entrusted someone as stupid as you to do this... it was perfectly fine and now it’s RUINED!”
The cat screamed as she angrily threw the piece of chipped marble at you. Hitting your chest, it didn’t really hurt but the fact that she threw it at you like a child throwing a temper-tantrum was REALLY testing your patience. You start raise your tone by just a tad as you try to reason with her.
“But it’s gonna be buried anyway! Who’s gonna see it and who’s gonna care seeing a little piece broken off?”
Ankha, without any hesitation, slaps you across your face.
“DON’T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME LIKE THAT!” She hollered, disliking how you tried to stand your ground against her. She was never really one to settle losing an argument no matter how much of the wrong she was in. Most people despised her attitude and always tried to avoid as much confrontation with her as they can. And when they do find themselves at the end of her wrath, they would always back down. Giving up and just telling her she’s right no matter what the situation was. She got used to being told she was right, obviously. Used to getting her way without a challenge. But on the rare occasions her arguments were challenged; she was prone to resorting to a little violence to get her opponent back in line. Much like here...
The slap from the rage-induced feline stung like hell and lingered on like a burn. You were shocked. Flabbergasted. Unable to even utter another word out of your mouth before the cat pointed outwards behind her.
“Get out of here you peasant before you ruin any more of my precious belongings!”
You remained silent as you reluctantly strolled out of her yard. You could hear her ranting to herself about you. About how much of an “idiot peasant” you are. As you walk away from her house, you cannot help but feel guilty about the whole thing. Even though you know it was just an honest mistake, you also knew that Ankha was a major drama queen. Always looking to make any small matter a big deal. You still were saddened that your recent interaction with her was quite sour and now will be an unwanted memory you were stuck with.
You strolled around a bit. Head dangling in shame as you sat on a bench to think about what you have done. Not even two minutes alone with your thoughts, you hear a rather familiar voice calling you out of the blue.
“Why, hello there, (Y/N).”
Barely lifting your head up, you eyed to your left to see your new conversation partner. It, of course, was none other than Freya. The tall, pink wolfess who was always so delighted to see you. Anytime she caught a glimpse of you out in the world, she could not help but run up to you, hug you, and have a nice, little chat. She was someone you grew quite fondly of from your time on the island. Even though you could not help but be a little shy around her as she towered over your small body.
Unfortunately, you were obviously not in the best of moods at that moment. You simply and sheepishly let out a small “Hello” before going back to self-loathing.
Freya was quick to pick up on your current mood and sat down next to you.
“Uff da, what’s wrong?”
You steer your head away from her, not exactly wanting to speak of the recent and unpleasant experience you just had. But you knew you had to, especially with people like Freya. She was someone who liked looking out for you. Always wanting to know how you’re doing and feeling and if you had a problem, she would not leave you alone until you opened up. Of course, you appreciated her gesture of being someone you could confide with. Though, on occasions, the wolf can come across as overbearing and even a tad invasive.
“I-it’s nothing...”
Freya tutted.
“No, no, it’s something, dear... tell me.”
You sighed, feeling a little annoyed of being pestered to speak. You just wished to be alone right now but you knew full well that the wolfess would not let up.
“Ankha yelled at me...” You began. “Because I accidently broke a small piece off from her sarcophagus that I was trying to move...”
Freya was immediately struck with what she just heard. An audible but soft gasp escaped her mouth as you continued on.
“She screamed at me... calling me ‘stupid’ and hitting me with that broken piece and slapping me.”
“She did not!” Freya exclaimed, not wanting to believe what she’s being told. You turned your head towards her but still looked down to avoid eye contact while feebly nodding.
“Aww...” Uttered the wolf as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder and held you close for comfort. You continue to explain the ordeal to her.
“I was only trying to help...”
“I know, uff da... I know...” Freya was gently caressing your cheek, the very one that has been assaulted by the Egyptian cat. “You didn’t do anything wrong, dear. Accidents happen. It’s okay...”
“I know...” You respond, feeling a little comforted by the wolfess and her nourishing, Nordic voice. It was always good to have a shoulder to lean on.
Freya continued.
“You have to remember to not listen what Ankha says. You know she grew up being spoiled and materialistic. That’s why she’s always so rude and pretentious.”
“Mhm...” Was the only reply you could respond with. It was not like Freya was entirely wrong.
“And even so, uff da... she still has no right to talk to you like that. And if she’s going to treat you poorly for a little accident, then I suggest you just stay away from her. She’s not worth your time or energy. You are way too good for her. And if she keeps giving you problems, don’t hesitate to let me know because I’ll have a few things to say to that little witch...”
You looked up at the wolfess with a faint smile. You genuinely started to feel better and became thankful for Freya always being there for you.
“Thanks, Freya...”
The wolf gave you a big embrace.
“Anytime, uff da.”
It was the best feeling for the wolf to make you feel better. There was always something about you that she could not help but to be drawn to. She liked you. A lot. And after befriending you and getting to know you, making sure that you were safe and happy were gradually becoming her main priorities as the days went by. And while she felt elated that she was able to make you smile after what you went through, on the inside, her blood was boiling. Seething with anger and disdain towards the cat. She never really cared for Ankha that much and, like most other folks, were turned off by her demeanor.
Throughout the rest of the day, after you two had parted ways, the pink wolfess became more and more enraged. How could she talk to you like that? Was all that was running through her mind. Normally, Freya was rather stoic. Never letting her emotions get the best of her and always tried to maintain a level-head. Even when she would get upset, she would not lash out on others and instead would opt for healthier remedies like breathing exercise, writing down her thoughts, or picking up a book.
However, this time was different. No amount of breathing or reading would settle the rage building up inside of her. The thought of her precious little friend being abused by such an unpleasant little cat was driving her over the edge. Freya could not help but feel extremely protective over you. Like a mother with her children. She could not stand the thought of someone who was always so nice and kind-hearted towards her and everyone else, being treated like dirt. You did not deserve it. You were so caring and thoughtful and most people knew that you did not have a single mean bone in your body.
As the night fell and the wolfess was sat in her home, her thoughts would start to spiral out of control. She started talking out loud to herself.
“How dare that little... she needs to be taught. She needs to learn. She needs to never bother them again... and I am going to make sure of that.”
The following day came and went but Freya did not partake in it. Most of the villagers did not notice however, as Freya usually hangs out in solitude. She spent that day in her house... plotting.
Night came. All the residents of the island have turned in. Not a peep was to be heard from anyone. It was peaceful just like any other night. Except one was still wide awake. Freya.
After spending the whole day inside the wolf finally left her humble abode. Albeit at an ungodly hour in the night. She ventured off in the dark, sporting a rather unusual outfit. Instead of her normal green sweater, she wore a black, leather jacket with a black tank-top underneath and some black skinny jeans. She also had the jackets hood up, making it hard for any bystanders to recognize her from a distance.
The wolf quietly went to another villager’s house and started knocking. As she stood outside, she would take a few glances at her surroundings. The resident of the home finally came and opened up. It was Ankha. She wore a simple black night gown and looked as though she she could barely keep her balance.
“Ugh, Freya, what do you want?” The cat groaned. Irritated that her sleep was being interrupted for seemingly no reason. She almost just wanted to slam the door shut in the wolf’s face.
“Don’t you know it’s three in the morning, me meow?”
“My apologies but I’m here by request, uff da.”
“Request? Request of what?”
The wolfess grabbed for what seemed like a folded piece of paper from inside the jackets pocket. She remained silent and made a notion for Ankha to grab it.
“What’s this?” The feline asked as she unfolded it to see it was some kind of hand-written letter.
“An apology letter to you from (Y/N), for what they did the other day to your tomb. They felt awful about it and wanted to properly express their remorse. They sent me to deliver and they want you to read and sign it, accepting the apology.”
Ankha rolled her eyes back at the mention of your name.
“Couldn’t that idiot peasant do this during the day? Don’t they know that I have to get my much-needed beauty sleep at this time?”
“They just ask for a signature; it’s not like you have to get dressed or anything.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes again. “Let me go grab a pen...” She turned and strolled off in the darkness of her house for the utensil. Freya followed along, lowering her hood as she entered.
The cat glanced back at her, annoyed that she’s entering in uninvited and had left her front door wide open. However, she was too tired to comment and just wanted to sign the letter, hand it back to her, and then go back to bed.
“Oh, yeah, speaking of getting dressed, that is the trashiest outfit I’ve ever seen you wear.”
Freya made no comment to Ankha’s snarky remark. She could not care less on how the cat viewed her fashion sense.
“Good thing no one’s out to see you in that rugged get-up but don’t worry, me meow, I won’t tell anyone~”
The pink canine smirked a little at her statement. No one was out to see her. No one was out to see both of them. They were completely alone and unbothered.
Ankha acquired a pen that had been stashed away in a drawer beneath her counter. She then turned on a single lamp nearby to dimly light the room up, making her actually see what she was going to read.
The feline skimmed the letter silently, gaining a malicious little smirk towards the end.
“Well look at that...” She started. “Not only are they sorry but they’re willing to pay for the damages, too. That’s something I could get used to...”
Freya had to hold herself back with every ounce of her being from clawing the cat’s face off. She felt disgusted that Ankha was immediately thinking of ways to exploit your kindness. That greedy little...
The cat wrote down her signature and gave it back out to Freya.
“There. Signed and apology accepted.”
Freya smiled but her eyes narrowed in on the feline.
“Thank you.” She responded. Grabbing the letter back while her other hand was busy rummaging around in the other pocket of her jacket.
“Now, would you please leave-ACK!”
The cat suddenly felt her entire upper body jolting and leaning forward. Her mind went blank, not being able to register on what had just transpired. Her right hand suddenly had to cover a spot near her stomach. Though, she was unable to. She looked down to see that the wolf had lodged a pocket knife right into her right abdomen. Ankha’s breath and body simultaneously went cold as she looked up at the towering wolfess who seemed to not be showing any signs of remorse on what she had just done. The cat’s eyes were fixated on her piercing, cold demeanor as her breath started to pick up in pacing.
“Oh, I’ll leave, uff da... just as soon as I’m finished with this...” She growled in her tone as she tugged the knife in deeper.
The feline shrieked at the motion and instinctively stumbled back a few feet the second Freya pulled the knife out. Her hand was now covering the wound that was just created, with blood leaking out between her yellow, furry fingers.
“What...” Ankha huffed, finding it difficult to focus on speaking. “...what are you doing...?”
Freya did not give a response and simply started to approach the now wounded feline. The murderous glare from her yellow eyes gave a fright in the cat as she backed up once more, holding out her left arm to keep the distance between her and the ferocious, furry wolfess.
“Wait, wait, WAIT! Just wait-”
Another shank to the cat, right above her previous gash. This one was far swifter than the last two, with the knife already pulled out before Ankha could process it.
But as soon as reality caught up with her, the cat’s immediate decision was flight. She made a break for the wide-open front door. If she could just run outside and try to hide in the dark of night, or make a big enough commotion, she could wake someone else up and have them help her fend off the wolf.
Not much more thought was put into whatever plan she wanted to execute before she bolted for the doorway. Freya, however, caught on in an instant and hastily pursued her. Unfortunately for Ankha, Freya was faster. Only a few feet from the outside world before the wolf caught up to her, pushed her to the floor, and slammed the front door shut and locked it. She then proceeded to take a key that was hanging from the wall right beside it, trapping the cat inside her own home.
Even though the fall was on Ankha’s left side, the impact made the pain from her injured right-half shoot up. She still clung onto her wounds, with the blood now getting all over her egyptian-themed floor. Looking up, she could see her aggressor looming over with a taunting smirk on her face as she jangled her house keys.
“Going somewhere?” Freya said mockingly before placing the key in her pocket.
Ankha laid still frozen in fear.
“W-why...?” She could feel how cold her breath got with every word she uttered.
“Why a-are you doing thi-”
The wolf kicked the pharaoh cat right in the stomach, not even letting her finish her question. Ankha fell on her front, having both of her arms wrapped around herself from the painful kick that she received. For a moment there, it numbed the pain from her stab wounds. Though, now she felt like she was ready throw up.
“Because you’re a pest but before I go on... please excuse me for a moment.”
Freya halted her aggression and walked over to the kitchen. She started rummaging through cabinets before finding a clean glass cup. Ankha looked up to see what her assailant was doing. A little confused on her current actions, another idea went off in her head that she needed to execute immediately as she now found herself caught in a “now or never” situation. Survival mode has kicked in.
She painfully got up on her feet, feeling weak in the legs. She found her balance to be off a little, swaying back and forth before stabilizing. She hastily retreated to her room while Freya was busy filling up the glass with water from her sink. Ankha remembered that her phone was on her bedside table and she needed it to call the police.
The cat’s mind was racing at a million miles per hour. Part of her wanted to believe that this was just a dream and that she was still peacefully asleep in her bed. Though, her rational side suggested that it was mere wishful thinking.
Ankha quickly snatched up her phone, not caring that she was getting it covered in her own blood. Her hands and her brain felt like they were having their own little seizure as it seemed like she was having a hard time navigating through her own device.
Freya was chugging down her glass of water as Ankha finally got onto her keypad. The second she dialed “9”, a loud smash could be heard from the kitchen. This startled the cat, making her mess up on her next input on her phone. Her head spun around, not yet noticing her mistake as she stood frozen, knowing that Freya was the cause of that. Presumably breaking her glass and now she might be on her way to resume the assault.
Ankha forced herself to snap out of her fear-based paralysis to continue dialing the rest of the number. Now seeing her error, she was losing precious seconds by deleting the unwanted number and replacing it with “1”.
The cat finally managed to start an emergency call but not before hearing footsteps coming her way. Her phone rang twice and wished it had just picked up right away.
Before the third ring, the cat felt a sharp pain penetrating the back of her shoulder. She howled as she bent forward a little. Her grip on her phone loosened and was swiftly snatched up by the wolf, who had now continued on her assault by stabbing once again. Ankha did not know if someone had now received her call since Freya hung it up and threw the device against the wall, breaking it.
Ankha held her bloodied shoulder, knife still lodged in it. Seeing how all of her pacifistic attempts at escaping failed, she knew she was left with no choice but to try to fight back.
Adrenaline fueled up in the felines body as she flung herself towards the wolf. She uttered an intense, harsh hiss as she started throwing her now claw-exposed hands at the wolf’s face. Successfully striking both of her cheeks, leaving behind bloodied claw marks.
Freya, while a little stunned to see her victim fighting back so fiercely, quickly and stoically took back control. Catching both of her arms with her hands and tightening her grip. The cat shouted at her, struggling with all of her might but to no avail.
Freya swiftly kneed her in the stomach before letting go of her wrists to deliver a single, south-pawed smack to the cat’s face, making her fall to the floor once again. Groaning from the blows she received; the cat once again admitted a howl from the knife getting violently pulled out of her shoulder-blade. She gripped her wound tightly, looking back she found that Freya is now pressing down on one of her legs with her foot. Preventing the feline from going anywhere at the moment.
“Please... j-just tell me why...”
“What’s happening is the consequences you’re getting from abusing someone’s precious little darling.”
“Wha...what?”
Ankha was genuinely confused at her statement. What on earth was Freya talking about? Darling? Was she on something or-
Freya got off her leg and kneeled in front of the cat’s face.
“You know...(Y/N)? The one you hollered, insulted, and hit, just because they broke a teeny-tiny piece off of a stupid tomb that’s, let’s face it, probably not even authentic. You’re a spoiled little brat who is a threat to what is mine. (Y/N) is mine and it’s my job to protect them from people like you.”
She stood up and walked out of Ankha’s line of sight.
“That’s why you’re gonna die tonight...”
“Wait! No, no, NO, PLEASE!”
Ankha lifted herself up a little in fright about her demise. Hearing those words, she could feel her heart ready to explode outside her chest. She almost felt like she as choking on air. Now she felt desperate. Ready to do whatever it takes to not get herself killed.
“J-just... just...i-it’s okay... you don’t need to do this...”
Freya narrowed her wolfy eyes, annoyed by the constant voice of wailing from the cat. It was becoming like a nails-on-chalkboard type of sound to her.
“I’ll leave them alone! I won’t bother them, or-or ask them for anything... I won’t even look at them if you want!”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, uff da.”
“N-no, no, please, I’ll leave! Look, I-I'll pack my things and move away, never to be seen again! Just, don’t kill me, please! I don’t wanna die!”
Freya kept her disappointed glare down at the now sobbing cat.
“Pitiful. Especially right before, you were so eager to exploit them for money.”
“I was just joking! I just talk, okay? Y-you know me, I just talk and put on an act...”
The wolf once again kneeled down in her face.
“Yeah... I know, Ankha... you just talk and lie your way through life. Making everyone else do the work for you like some kind of slave-driver. Now, I’m gonna make sure that you won’t talk anymore...”
Ignoring the feline’s plea’s to not go through with this, Freya stood herself up and got herself into a position to easily and repeatedly stab the cat’s backside.
With the constant overstimulation of jabs, Ankha could not even bring herself to scream out in pain. She was only able to let out soft yelping sounds that only grew softer with each jab, signaling that her lifeforce was draining.
It wasn’t long when Freya switched to those yellow and blue, twitchy legs of hers. She punctured half-a-dozen holes in each leg, making sure there was absolutely no way for the cat to have any capability of getting up and running. Though, Ankha could not even stand up if she tried. She laid there, helplessly. Coughing up her own blood while she let her tears run down her now half-red face. She could not even let out any kind of shrill scream or yelp that could be heard in the next room over. This is it... she thought to herself. She could not believe that this is how it ends, that it’s all because of something so miniscule. She was, whole-heartedly now, regretting her previous actions towards you. If she could just rewind, knowing the events that would transpire, she would have just acted like it was no big deal.
Freya finished, standing up and huffing as she looked down and admired her work. Though, she was a little frustrated that the cat was still alive, however. Nevertheless, the wolf knew she had practically accomplished her goal. Even if she had just left right then and there, Ankha would still die from her injuries not long after. Freya was debating to herself to either go for the head and end it or just watch her bleed to death. While she stood there for a moment, contemplating, something caught her attention in her peripheral.
Sat on the dresser across for the bed, there were a couple rolls of gauze bandages. Most likely used and practiced as mummy wrap by the pharaoh cat. A lightbulb went off in the wolf’s head as she made her way over the dresser to inspect it. Picking up a roll and stretching it out, the wolf liked how adhesive they felt. She turned her attention back to the almost-dead cat, still silently crying to herself.
Freya went back to her, kneeling down as she lifted up her the cat’s feet and started to wrap them.
“The least I can do for you is give you a burial that’s appropriate for you.”
It did not take Ankha long to feel what was happening to her and what it. Her heart sank like a boulder as her blood ran cold. Her “burial” was clear as day and she was not about to be fond of it at all.
With the tiny ounce of strength she had left, the cat squirmed her legs all around, trying her best to wiggle the wraps off or at least loosen them. She whined and pleaded and spoke about how against it she was to have this be done to her.
Freya was not bothered by Ankha’s feeble resistance and merely held down her legs without much effort.
“So fussy...” The wolf remarked.
As the minutes went by which felt like hours to the feline, Freya had completely wrapped Ankha from the waist under. Now she was moving up to her torso. The cat could feel the bandages slowly moving up her body as she kept trying to resist.
Soon after, the Scandinavian wolfess yanked both of Ankha’s arms down to her sides so that she could restrain them in the wraps. And the second that Ankha would resist that notion, Freya would yank them back to her sides again, each time more violently then the other, to the point where she almost pulled them out of her socket.
The cat was more compliant to keep her arms down after that. Though, reluctantly.
The wolfess soon managed to wrap her arms to the point where she did not even need to hold them down anymore. But of course, she was not stopping there. She continued on, mummifying the feline’s body and ignoring her pleas for resignation.
When Freya moved onto her head, from the neck up, Ankha realized that in the next minute or so, her ability to speak might be taken away for good. If she was going to go then at least speak her mind.
“You’re... y-you're going to Hell for this...!”
Freya made no comment and simply kept wrapping. Only a couple layers away until it reaches her mouth.
“I hope you suffer! I hope they arrest you and lock you away in the dark for the rest of your life! A-and if (Y/N) ever finds out about this, then you can be sure they’ll turn you in, in a heartbeat! They won’t ‘love’ you, anymore, me meow. They’ll want you dead, just like you with m- MMPPHHF!”
“That’s a cute story, uff da. But now it’s time to lay you to rest.”
Ankha kept uttering furious, muffled sounds at her while all of her head, say for one eye, was wrapped and mummified completely.
Ankha was now fully trapped, unable to move any limbs. Freya lifted her up and slung her over her shoulder. She strolled out of the room and to the front door with the cat in tow. The wolf took the key out that she stole earlier to unlock it, peering her eyes out to see if any soul was out and about.
Luckily for her, no sign of movement anywhere.
The wolfess stepped outside in the darkness, closing the door and locking it again. She ventured into the squirming, softly sobbing cat’s backyard where she found the hole that you had dug up, still wide open and empty.
“Looks like I’ll have to finish this project for you. Not surprised. You never worked a day in your life, I bet.”
Ankha, while deafened a little from the bandage wraps, was caught a little baffled by what the wolf had said. Why would Freya care about that stuff now?
Then, after a few seconds, realization hit her like a train. Again, the cat’s heart sank even deeper than before and she could swear that time had stopped for a brief moment in the midst of her conclusion. She was about to be buried alive!
Adrenaline ran through her body once more as her struggles and muffled whining instantly became more desperate. Though, of course, no matter how much she fought, the wolf was stronger.
Freya kept ahold her tightly as she flipped open the sarcophagus, the very one that had been chipped off, and promptly placed the frightened-to-death cat inside.
Ankha’s breathing was short and shallow. Already having a hard time breathing as it is with her nose and mouth being covered. It was only made worse when she eyed her surroundings, knowing exactly where she is at and what was about to happen next.
She looked up at the looming, menacing wolfess. So many feelings ran rampant towards her. Frighten, obviously. But also disappointed and a bit saddened at who she thought she was. Initially thought to be just a quiet, classy, and rational wolf lady who never bothered anyone, who is now turning out to be an unhinged, murderous werewolf who did not seem the slightest bit remorseful at taking the lives of others.
There was shock, too, towards the wolf. And, of course, anger. Hatred. Disgust. Anything negative-feeling you could think of is what Ankha felt at this moment. If she had her strength back and was not trapped in the bindings of her own mummy wraps, she would be the one burying the pretty, pink wolf in the ground.
Though, in reality with any situation, Freya would always overpower her small, feline body.
Freya went and wrapped one final bandage around her exposed eye, covering it up and leaving the cat blind. She winced at the darkness forced upon her and her body writhed with fright before hearing the creaking and snapping of the tomb closing.
Freya, annoying could still hear the faint but audible cries from within the tomb. She promptly started to slide the tomb over to the hole where she let it fall.
The pain from all the stab wounds that the cat received resurfaced sharply the moment the impact was made from the sarcophagus.
Without missing a beat, Freya got to work with a shovel at filling up the hole. She quietly started taking dirt from the mound that had built up and placed it back in the hole, stopping to look around for any spectators from time to time.
Ahkha could barely hear the crumbles of dirt, hitting the stone marble material that she found herself trapped in. Every time she heard the dirt hitting the tomb, the more fear built up within in. Blind, restrained, and trapped beneath the surface, she knew full-well that this is where she’s going to rest for eternity. She wondered if anyone is going to find her body. Days? Months? Years? At all? She might turn to bones before that happens. Was her body ever going to see the light of day again? Is there anything after her soon-to-be-experienced death?
While her mind was busy in its final moments, running at a million miles-per-hour, Freya had finished filling up the hole and smoothing out the surface. She huffed and wiped the sweat off her face. Glad that not only does she finally have some peace and quiet but now felt like she successfully removed a threatening thorn from your body.
Freya tossed the shovel aside, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down and smirked maliciously at the now covered grave. Not caring anymore if Ankha was even still alive or not.
“She’s gone, (Y/N) …" She whispered to herself.
“You’re safe now... that Ankha is never going to be a bother again.”
The wolfess turned around and walked out her backyard and towards her own house now. Now sprinkled with speckles of the late cat’s blood all over her.
“Now I would do well with some laundry and a much-needed shower.”
END
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Hi, can you please write a scenario where a teen reader escaped from yandere platonic Mikaelsons family after discovering they are vampires that kills people accidentally? Thanks a lot.
A/N: I changed the idea a bit, hope you don't mind. Thanks for the request! Now, to bit more depressing topics: I have been feeling awful lately and I'm sorry that the update pace has been a lot slower. Let's hope I can fix that at some point.
-S
+500ish words.
TW/CW: Reader throws up, Kol kills people.
This couldn’t be real! This isn’t real, it’s all just a really bad realistic dream!
You had walked to the house after a day of school. Your day had actually been pretty good, and your last class had been canceled. You had been excited to get home, to relax, but your plan didn’t go as well as you had thought.
You had walked in to see blood, so much blood.
And the bodies, all the bodies on the floor in pools of blood.
And Kol..., someone that you had trusted for so long. Kol who had another dead corpse on his shoulder.
And Rebekah sitting in an old armchair without a care in the world. Like this was normal.
You were close to throwing up and you covered your mouth with your hand, scared of making a sound and having the siblings hear your presence.
You could barely hear their bickering. It felt like their voices came from far away. The blood, the bodies, all of it was too overwhelming.
You pressed your back against the wall, frozen in your place. You couldn’t stop yourself from throwing up all the day’s food to the floor.
No sounds could reach you, no you must have been heard.
“Oh, angel, what are you doing here? I thought you had another class! Are you okay? Are you feeling sick? Have you eaten anything spoiled or something?”
Rebekah’s questions might have been comforting if not for the fact that there was a pile of bodies in the other room.
Tears pricked in your eyes, and you pulled as far away from Rebekah’s touch as possible. It was too much...
~~~
The rest of the afternoon went in a haze. You yelled and screamed and fought, terrified of the siblings.
But at the end you lost the fight, tired while Kol held you in his arms you fell asleep exhausted.
~~~
Waking up back in your bed was like heaven came true from a nightmarish day. It all had been just a dream...
You took a deep breath only to be brought back to reality by the fact that your eyes were itchy and your throat dry. The moment of happiness was crushed in a second.
You jumped off of your bed and ran to the door. It was locked from the outside...
You wanted to scream, to curse the whole family and their stupid corpse pile.
But before you could start any of it the door unlocked, and Elijah came in.
“Elijah, what the hell is going on?” You asked, backing all the way to the bed.
“My siblings aren’t very well versed in hiding their nature, I must apologize for what you saw.”
The warm Elijah was nowhere in sight, the Elijah who had practically worked as a father figure for you.
“Elijah please, I don’t understand what’s going on,” Your words sounded more like a plea, but you couldn’t help it.
Elijah walked closer to me giving my forehead a gentle kiss.
“Do not worry, in a few days the vervain is out of your system, and everything will go back to normal...”
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