#yandere pinocchio x reader
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Intrigued With You
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Yandere! Pinocchio x Fem! Mechanic! Reader
Warnings: Slight mental breakdown (?), mention death of a minor character, vomit, implied depression, paranoia, mentioned violence and death, unhealthy coping methods, blood, I THINK implied toxic familial relationship(s), just to be safe.
This blog contains dark content.
Disclaimer: contents/lore may differ from the game.
Minors/blank/blogs that don’t reblog/interact with fics and fanart dni.
Idk the word count cuz I forgot to check lmao.
Overall story summary: Your uncle’s puppet takes a bit too much of an interest in you: in which your body finally gave out in this chapter.
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It does not speak. Nor does it move, staying as still as a doll would. But it is not a doll, it is a puppet that was worked on for a great while. And it was that very puppet that was staring at you with glassy blue eyes. It reminds you of a curious cat, round features narrowing into confusion.
The puppet then slowly moves its head left to right, checking the surroundings. The sight it’s met with is a cluttered room, with puppet parts scattered throughout, and the smell of grease thick. Could it even smell? Feel the plushness of the chair it was currently resting in, or how ticklish the hair must be at the nape of its neck? Or was it as bleak as every other puppet before a personality was programmed into it, unless it was faithed to be scrapped?
Creak
The gears are turning too harsh inside it. Loud enough to hear, yet the body does not look like it’s on the verge of overheating. Everything comes to a halt once it turns its head forward, gaze landing on you once more.
Sweat forms and slides down your temple. Hot, cold, hot, cold – you feel both at once, a cool breeze biting at your exposed skin. Your clothes feel too hot, the scent of musk strong underneath your nose. Gulping down a scream, your wobbly legs manage to keep up. You resist the urge to fall to the floor like a disregarded ragdoll.
Your purpose is not done yet.
One step, another, and it takes you an odd number to get back to the table. Your hands grasp the edge of it, your legs weak and knees on the verge of knocking against each other. Breathe. Just. Breathe.
“Ah… It is a… it is a pleasure to met you. Can you understand me? Nod your head or use your voice, it doesn’t matter.” You sound steadier than you feel. Several seconds pass before the puppet nods its head, slowly and uncertain. You try to think of it as a newborn – something that barely came to ‘life’ – and like all the puppets, this one will be clumsy and will need a hand to hold before everything becomes natural to it.
But it won’t be your hand.
“Right. That’s good, excellent even.” You’re clapping lightly by reflex. Autopilot is taking over. “Now, I have a few things I need to… hm, what’s the word… test you on. However!”
Slowly, like a scared animal, you back away, turning your back towards it and making way towards the door. You look over your shoulder, neither a frown nor smile on your face. It feels like a line. Turning the doorknob, you talk again.
“I left the materials outside. Truthfully, I did not think you would come on. It wasn’t the first time I put in the ‘heart,’ and it was because of that I thought you would remain well, off. Do you mind waiting here? Just for a bit.”
You give it the illusion of choice. Regardless, you would still leave. But you would rather walk out calmly than run out like a mad man. The puppet doesn’t make any attempt to get up. Looks up at the ceiling before down at you again, the eyes far too innocent, yet blank. How could the two exist within it?
A sour-bitter taste starts to form in your mouth. Your glands feel tight. Slick.
The puppet nods its head after observing you for a bit. Your heart leaps with joy, but bursts with fright the moment you close the door with a “I’ll be right back.”
There is a tree several feet in front of your uncle’s personal workshop. Years ago, when you first joined hands with him, you would often sit underneath it. Hugged your parents by it. Read books using the trunk as a backrest. Kissed Howard underneath it.
Carve your names with a heart. And it is this same tree where you place a hand on the trunk to support yourself. The taste of bile was always bitter. And it was always slimy and uncomfortable whenever it builds up.
“Ugh”
Up goes your lunch, wheezing with every convulsion. Nails digging into the tree bark, the wood digs into your flesh, underneath the nails. You’re going to have splinters. More comes up and you’re barely breathing by the time your body decides it was enough.
“Fuck…,” heaving, you wipe your mouth with your sleeve. You should change, you think, supporting yourself with your free hand still on the tree. Everything feels heavy, and everything feels dizzy. You fucked up big time. Too big to giggle and say, ‘sorry uncle,’ and get away with it. You could have ruined the puppet.
The puppet could have also ruined you. In short, you fucked up. You should have kept your hands to yourself. Frustration at bay. Mind at ‘ease,’ no matter how forced it was. Fake it until you make it. Maybe you weren’t capable of that.
“Haah… fuck, why did I do that?” lifting your head, you look ahead – a tight street where it was annoying to get in. Twists and turns, hidden corners; a good place to hide something precious. But a horrible spot to run from. Especially when everything looked the same, from the buildings to even the stupid posters, both encouraging and protesting against the puppets.
Krat was starting to become a city of repetition. Dull.
Sluggishly, you look over your shoulder, to where the shop was behind you. The door was still closed. The puppet was probably – hopefully – inside. On that stupid red plush chair, surrounded by disregarded parts and paperwork that needed to be filled out. You wonder if it could read.
What would happen if you just… ran?
Your uncle would find you, certainly. Maybe he would kill you. Or send you back to your parents, disappointment in their eyes once they find out about your sudden appearance. Or maybe Lorenzini Venigni – a man you only met but once – would put you in debt one way or another?
He was your uncle’s friend, after all.
Maybe the puppet would go to find you and rip you apart. The puppet this, the puppet that, it’s now sitting ‘awake’ and ‘alive,’ in the workshop. You were with it alone. No-one would come running in this part of town.
You suddenly feel sick again.
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“Mm, I’m sorry it took me so long.” You feel like a professor, with children’s books bundled up in your arms as you let the door shut closed. Two more bags hung by their handles on your arm. Sweaty and slightly out of breath, there’s strands of hair sticking to your face. Your ponytail was a mess, and you could smell the sweat.
Your eyes were dropping, and body felt heavy. It took effort to even stand.
The sun was barely setting, and your uncle still wasn’t back. You also took an hour running around town to buy these last minute ‘supplies.’
It jolts to life, lifting its head, tilting it next once it notices your exhausted state and scrambled appearance. Its gaze then lands on the items you’re carrying, like it didn’t notice them before. It probably didn’t. It probably thought you had left for good. And you wish you did.
“I just… mm, I just wanted to see if you could,” you draw out, placing everything on the table with a ‘plop.’ “If you could read. And maybe write. Of course, if you don’t want to, then by no means do you need to do these… things.”
Selecting a book at random, you flip through the thick pages and large word formats. It had pictures to go alongside it, showing what was taking place in the text. Does this count as making fun of it? Now that you think about it, was the puppet even programed to read…?
Hell, could it even write?
Heat creeps up your neck like ants the closer you get to the puppet. It shuffles in place, adjusting itself. Your fingers twitch when you hand the book over… only to look at its left arm. Or rather, where the left arm should be. There was nothing there. You look behind you to see the arm on the table.
Oh. Right. You forgot about that.
Everything felt heavy and unsteady.
“…” you could offer to read the book to it. But if you do, then won’t it look like you’re trying to bond with it? It could use the arm it has, surely, right? But what if it keeps dropping the book? Oh, and the writing, you’re not sure which hand –
“Okay, how about this? Let me push the table – can you hold this for a bit? – closer to you.” scuff marks are left behind as the table squeaks against the floor. The puppet merely looks on, almost as though it could tell you didn’t want its help. You should consider that a good thing. But it makes everything feel worse.
Your arms are strained but the table is close enough to where the puppet can lean on it without trouble. “Thank you,” you take the book from its grasp gently, “and, here we go. I’m going to place this here…”
You lay the book on the table. With your permission (a nod when it looks at you) the puppet traces the cover. Whether it could feel the texture, or read the words, something caught its attention. It blinks just like a human before looking at you again.
Insects crawl up your skin, eating away at your flesh. A cold sweat spreads throughout your body, hairs standing on edge. The bitterness is forming on your tongue again, foot tapping harshly and rapidly. It’s louder than your heartbeat, drumming in your ear as your blood rushes through every tunnel within.
Despite everything, you were starting to feel… drained past the point of simple tiredness.
“Are you able to read… Hm, do you know what ‘reading’ means?” The foot tapping increases the longer you speak to it. Stay near it. It nods its head, and you feel a tiny bit of relief. Because it means you don’t have to baby it completely. Hopefully not at all.
Your uncle could do all he wants.
… you said you were not going to hold its hand, but isn’t that what you’re doing? Your brain is starting to turn into mush. Maybe just once wouldn’t hurt. Right?
“Okay, good. Can you read this, please?”
Summer’s Fair, was the title of the book. It was a small book, but the pages were thick. A sun, wildflowers with a pretty woman in yellow were engraved on the cover. Leatherback, you think. Secondhand, used but greatly cared for and perhaps even loved by the pervious owner.
You almost feel bad for putting it to use like this. For this.
The puppet takes its time inspecting it. Gently yet clumsily, it goes through the pages, trying its best not to rip the pages. With a boyish and innocent appearance, you could almost find it cute. But you don’t, you can’t, and you won’t. Because it is a puppet, and puppets unnerve you.
But humans do too, these days. Shaking your head, you wait until it is done with its little field trip. It flips to the first page, and its attention is fully on the words written on it. Slowly, you walk away, and bring a stool over to sit near the table. Near, but not at. Because if you sat at the table, it would imply you were willing to do more than this.
The only thing stopping you from turning it off was the puppet itself. Ignoring the fact it resembled a young man, it was a puppet. Metal like material, or steel, or whatever it was made from. A human man would be stronger than you. But a full-sized puppet? You had even less of a chance of getting away if it decided it didn’t like what you were doing.
It could easily snap your neck if you even try to sneak behind it. And the arms – they look like they’re meant for combat. Maybe the puppet knows how to fight. It’s probably been programed into it. A nice little detail you were kept in the dark about if it was proven to be true.
What was the purpose of this puppet? Calling it ‘son,’ only to obsess over it. Creating it into an image you could not comprehend. A mockery of the dead. A mockery of the puppet itself.
His grief was understandable. You would feel the same if your child was taken away from you just like that. A child you didn’t spend time with yet loved with all your heart –
But this puppet was not his son. It would never be. To replace a human, a loved one was…
“… may I see what page you’re on?” Polite, and not as stiff as you thought you would sound. It slides the book over to you. It’s near the edge and after taking a glance, you push it back. It starts reading again, and you’re met with nothing but harsh silence. The ticking of the clock, the flipping of the pages, your heartbeat, the gears inside of it moving –
It’s all white noise. Like a buzzing fly, settling into your head. Everything feels fuzzy, but prickly too, poking at you. It stings. Teeth shattering pain that courses through your body. It’s deep inside, unable to soothe the pain. You rub your head with your fingers.
It does little to help. When you look at the puppet again, you notice that it is looking at you from the corner of its eye – not at the book. When its gaze meets yours, it quickly goes back to reading. Heart drops, head aches too much, harder to think. Now that you finally had some time to ‘rest,’ you realize how fatigued your body was.
You needed some fresh air.
Before the room fully turns black, the dots decorating your vision get larger. When was the last time you had a sip of water today? Or proper sleep? Not those thirty-minute naps you would take three times a day.
Your eyes were probably dark, and face unhealthy. Nap. Yes, you should take a nap.
But the puppet…
The puppet…
The…
…puppet…
… there’s a dull pain pounding at your head.
… did something fall?
… there’s a shuffling of clothes.
…. Your body feels a little less heavy now.
… but the surface against your head was still firm, more than human skin.
… when you finally manage to open your eyes, you’re met with the hazy sight of a boyish face. Pretty eyes that are a color they shouldn’t be. Too blue. The hair was too fluffy, but the freckles looked familiar. Just like the portrait hanging in your uncle’s house.
…. And it looked less frustrated, less lonely like that little boy waiting for his father to return home. You wish you could have met that little boy. That little boy he’s so overwhelmed by feelings of regret and grief drowning him in the dark depts of the ocean.
… Maybe if you met that little boy then…
No. Nothing would have changed. Because you did not have a purpose then. You did not know Krat until a year later, did not know how puppets worked or how the parts looked. You did not know who was who, and…
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When he returned with Howard, there was blood on the floor.
There was blood on the floor, and your body was being cradled in the single arm of his masterpiece.
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Ticking Springs
(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)
Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ
Here is: capitolo uno
Capitolo due
Capitolo tre
Capitolo quattro
Capitolo cinque
Capitolo sei
Capitolo sette
Capitolo otto
Capitolo nove
Capitolo dieci
Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ
It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.
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TW: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occurr in time
The rain poured and poured upon the workshop's roof. It seemd to have been doing so for the past week but, judging from the humming evidently resounding from the room deep within the building, the only resident there did not seem to care too much.
The floors creaked in the room, still old and dusty - especially compared to the rest of the rooms in the house - but she was sure this was a simple and temporary oversight of her uncle. The rain may pour with a few thunder growling outside but she had long not been a little and frightened child anymore. Even so, the humming was her way of keeping herself company.
Even at the attempt of putting the old, amateur tools neatly away, they still fell to the ground and she had to keep getting them back up. That was admittedly vexing. Still, the song in her head and the flickering of the lamp above were enough.
Finally, the arm would move a bit more freely. She had long learned that her hands would get dirtied but to have this amount of oil taint her skin for such a meek but precious doll was still surprising. She wouldn't tell Uncle that though. Yet, with a deep breath, she took the small paintbrush back into her palm.
"...I know you..." The humming turned into soft singing as she cocked her head for a better angle. "...I walked with you, once upon a dream..." Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, she tilted the doll further to the light. A noise of confusion errupted before she got an idea.
"I know you, that glint in your," She halted for a second to catch her thoughts as the blonde locks didn't exactly seem to stick on her head. She quickly opened the drawer next to her, yelped at the loud creak, before fishing out a needle. The singing went from a piano to a forte. "Eyes is so familiar, a gleam..."
Finally, the wig would stay tight. She hoped.
For safety's sake, she pulled on one lock and found herself glad that it stayed put. "And I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem...but if I know you..." Soon, her hands went to the hems of the dress and checked the fabric. It wasn't as blue as it used to be and she wondered if she should make an exact copy but just in pink. That is sure to impress.
"...I know what you'll do..."
Eyebrows scrunched up in thought. Would he even recognize it's the same doll then? Surely, an skilled puppet maker like Uncle certainly would...but his memory at this old age? She didn't know.
With a sigh and a shake of her head, she let it be. That gives it character - and even if it does not, the memory of her percious ol' doll still delights her to this day, even as an adult. With a swing, she got up from the plush stool and danced with the toy as she did as a kid. It is the quality that will certainly impress.
"...You'll love me at once, the way you did once...upon a dream~!"
Soon, the thunder growled loueder and it was easy to reckon another resident entered the workshop at this late hour. Heavy footsteps followed with quiet grunts of how the entire entrance was now wet. The doll was quickly tucked and hidden inside the drawer and lighter, faster footsteps sped down the stairs. The man tunred to the source of ecxitement as he took off his drenched hat.
"Welcome back, Uncle Geppetto."
He greeted you in return. "Thank you. You're up and about this late." The gentleman hung his hat on the rack before removing each layer of wet clothes off with with frustration. The rain - no, storm - has been dragging him down the past week.
Cleaning his monocle dry, he put it back on to get a good look at you. Hands patted down the stained and old striped pants of his that he borrowed you from younger times. It was when you so abruptly arrived and was meant to serve as a sort of substitute - but you both agreed it was time to treat the old thing as a worker's outfit, held up by the old straps for as long as they still could and not grieving once the entire set is done and dusted. Only a few more uses left, before it will be thrown out entirely. Or cut up and used as a rag. Or as some substitute clothing for a puppet your size.
Finding a suitable shirt wasn't hard. All that was needed was one of yours that was allowed to get dirty, stained and ripped. Your mother was first hesitant to send you any of your good clothes if it meant being anywhere near the workshop. Yet she was still eager to use the opportunity to finally get rid of your old clohtes she wasn't too keen on. The shoes belonged to your father, a pair she found lying around and didn't have the heart to throw those ones away.
Yet, it was your hands neatly hidden behind your back and your honest smile that caught Geppetto's brown eyes.
"I take it you have been a good girl while I was gone?" Just as you were about to answer with an high 'Of course, Uncle.', the man quickly continued. "Good girls go to bed at this hour."
You sigh. "Oh, Uncle," Your shoulders fell, "I understand but I am no child anymore." "Child or not, nothing good comes from being up at this unholy hour. You don't have to wait for me to come home, dear. You know I have the key and go and return whenever the puppets call me." He laughed but was clearly shivering from the cold. Even his gray, thick beard and mustache were dripping with cold raindrops.
"Now, come on. Get tidy and sleep. Nothing can be done this late, let's continue tomorrow." Geppetto sniffed, scratching his nose and walked towards the living room. Through the small hallway, he passed a few naked puppet forms, put aside for a project he had initially forgotten. The sight of them makes him sigh.
Yet so were your quick footsteps, following him. "You say that but we haven't done anything the past week. I am already done with fixing up the butlers." You meant to point at the two butler puppets, their coats and paint fresh and done but Geppetto had long passed them and so did you. "They..still malfunction, slightly, but I have done what you asked me to, Uncle."
For a moment he looked back before sighing again and stopping. You manage to stop before bumping into him. "...I will take a look at those tomorrow. I cannot think now, I cannot give you an answer right now, dear. Just wait and do as I say. We can discuss more with fresh minds and fresher bodies."
Without hesitation you closed your mouth shut and nodded. You could tell he was not in the mood to discuss your apprenticeship and your impatience. He took your obedience with a smile and a nod. "Good night, then, (Name). And don't have me catch you out of your bed at this time again. You'll see that this behaviour will only bring you consequences."
With a single pat on you shoulder which left it wet, Geppetto left to his bedroom without another word. You hid your disappointment as you went to your own before reminding yourself to tidy up, just as he asked you to. He may be treating you like a child but you supposed that does not make his words any less wise. You did not wish to upset him even more now, anyway.
As you followed your uncle's request, your humming resumed though quieter. You found your routine to be over quite quickly due to the exhaustion you evidently but still, frustratingly, felt. Good thing Uncle was not there to witness it.
Still, with a resolute peek, you looked over the doll you hid which mended your disappointment even a little bit - before heading off to bed.
Even as your humming grew quieter, the tones still resounded in the dark room below. The third resident did hear, unlike your uncle.
ok, I NEEDED to write this, this has been on my mind an entire week. i have...so much brainrot and ideas.
female reader, niece of geppetto and apprentice when krat was stil o-kay
but things kinda go???? bad??? haywire???
geppetto going insane and weird haha
reader going from naive to AAAAAAA
kinda??? weird relationship with geppetto???
angst
angst from the past
i kinda wanna have the reader and pinocchio to also have a dubious relationship??? Like, its not gonna be fluffy wholesome
yandere~ mute~ creepy~ puppet~ literally not saying a word, no pov from his side just - actions. yandere actions.
not sure how to intertwine this with the story. im not too caught up with it (unlike pino's eyes) but i really dont know if i should even include gemini or sophia. kinda like??? au?
youre stuck with the puppet
also not sure if there is like- sexism and shit in there. its like the victorian era but an FANTASY victorian era
ppl gonna be mean t you
Lies of P Pinocchio: *exists*
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🍫White Chocolate🍫
Yandere Carlo/P x Reader
Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death
P/Carlo’s Perspective: 🍫Dark Chocolate🍫
Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀
Word Count: 1715
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At a young age, Carlo and I knew that we were to marry. My parents were successful vehicle inventors who were very interested in Geppetto’s works. Geppetto wanted his son to marry the perfect spouse. So our parents took an opportunity and formed an arranged marriage. I knew that Carlo hated me, because of the arrangement. Feeling that now he has no chance of experiencing real love. I, on the other hand, fell in love at first sight. Everything that Carlo did felt so honest and pure. I watched Carlo grow up into a fine young man, but our relationship never improved. He would always avoid me at any chance given. Yet I still loved him despite his bitter nature towards me. Loving Carlo was like savoring dark chocolate. It’s so pure and rich but leaves nothing but a bitter aftertaste.
As the plague worsened my family had us move away from Krat. Yet my parents still caught the disease and eventually passed away six months after contracting it. I returned to Krat in hopes of finding Geppetto and Carlo. Only to return to the beginning of the puppet frenzy. I found Geppetto and was told of Carlo’s passing before he rushed me to take refuge at The Krat Hotel with a few other survivors.
I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve taken refuge here. But I’ve grown to enjoy the company of others. Usually, I help around with Polendina or chat with Sophia and Eugénie. I have not heard news from Geppetto recently, and I can’t help but worry. Leading me to think about Carlo and how I wasn’t there for his final moments. It hurts to think that I never got to say bye and tell him the truth about my feelings.
The loud creaking of the front entrance doors opening pulls me out of my thoughts. Like a bitter pill, I swallow up my feelings and head downstairs to greet whoever had just entered. As I head down the stairs I hear Sophia chatting. ‘It must be another survivor…’
“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“
I stop as I look up at the face of the newcomer. Suddenly I feel sick to the stomach and I take a step back.
“I-it can’t be….”
There stands a confused familiar face. His unfamiliar blue eyes are glassy and dull, but his freckles are a constellation of stars I have memorized by heart.
“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P” Sophia says as she looks over at me with concern.
P raises his hand slowly as he stares at me. He almost touches my hand but I run. I headed to my room as fast as I could. My breath is erratic, my heart is pounding, and my mind is spinning. I feel like the world is collapsing on me and I fall to my knees and cry alone in my room.
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*knock knock*
I refuse to move from my bed after the events from earlier today. The confusion and feeling of being lied to is conflicted inside me.
“(Name)… it’s me, Geppetto. May I come in?”
He sighs as he hears no response from me.
“I’m assuming you met my latest creation…..”
The door whips open revealing my angered expression.
“Is that what he is, Geppetto? Just another toy to you?! Some sick way to make up for your shortcomings as a father figure to Carlo?!”
My fists are trembling and the hot tears spill from my cheeks. Geppetto holds one of my fists gently before making me look at his face.
“Let me explain everything to you… there’s more to it…”
We sit in my room as Geppetto explains his whole plan to revive Carlo. I hesitate at his words, everything about it seems inhumane. Yet he tries to reassure me with promises of me getting my chance to love Carlo again.
“I can’t Geppetto… none of this sounds right. I miss Carlo as well, deeply, but this is too much for me.”
I guide him out of my room to let me process everything that has been said.
The next few days I try to go through my day as per usual. Trying to ignore those same blue glassy eyes following my form as I pass by. Despite their beautiful color, they’re too fake and doll-like for me to appreciate.
I go to the library to browse some books to read. On the top shelf, I notice one of my favorite books sitting on it. I try to reach for it as best as I can. My fingers barely graze the spine of the book before suddenly I feel a cold form pressing against my back. A larger hand easily grabs the book I was reaching for. Turning around slowly I refuse to meet his eyes. I quickly take the book and give him a quiet thank you before running off. If I had taken the time to look I would’ve noticed the way his eyes showed something new, longing.
I try to avoid him whenever he is in the hotel. Until one day I was feeling more somber than usual. Today would’ve been Carlo’s birthday. Sitting alone at the piano I play an old tune, one that I thought Carlo would’ve enjoyed if he and I got along. The tears drip from my face as I continue to play. Quietly the front doors of the hotel open and P walks in. P’s footsteps go unnoticed by me as I drown myself in my sorrows. He feels something deep down in his heart pulling him towards me. The feelings ran deep and made the ergo in his veins flow more. He felt like he had no control over these feelings. Remembering Geppetto’s words in his office after defeating the watchman at the city hall.
“(Name) and Carlo were made for each other. Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”
The song comes to an end and the room is now only filled with the sounds of my quiet sobs. I gasp as I feel a hand touch my shoulder. P stands there and looks at me with concern.
“Go away… You’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” I say resentfully.
Instead of listening to me, P pulls me into a hug. I freeze and then I let myself melt. Carlo would’ve never hugged me so comfortably. The tears spill more and for once I look back at those blue eyes. He stares at me so lovingly and kindly. Maybe this is okay…maybe I can love again…
As P progressed on his journey our relationship bloomed. He was patient when I was stubborn and he was loving when I needed it. Loving P was like milk chocolate. The perfect balance of sweetness with no bitter aftertaste. He was perfect and I gave him all of my heart.
P came into the hotel and came to my room. One look at his face and I knew what he was thinking. We lay together one last time before he had to go off and finish off Simon. Our tears and hearts are shared one last time.
“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”
🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~Time Skip~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~
Screams are all I can hear ringing through the hotel. I hide in my room crying as I fear for my life. They’re all gone. Eugénie, Venigni, Antonia, Polendina, Pulcinella… they’re all gone. I hear footsteps approaching my room and I feel sick to my stomach. I pray for them to turn away and move on. It’s silent for a few moments before I hear the handle of the door turn. I hid in my wardrobe before the door could be opened. Holding my breath as I stare through the crack of my wardrobe. The room is empty and everything is silent. I let out my breath before suddenly brown eyes appeared in front of the crack. A scream is ripped out of my throat as I’m yanked out of the wardrobe.
“My love~ I promised you I would come back”
I tried to push at his form but his body wouldn’t budge an inch. Staring at familiar brown eyes that are now filled with bloodlust. Familiar constellations of freckles are nowhere to be found. Only splatters of blood and oil speckle his face.
“Let me go! You monster!” I scream as I continue to thrash in his iron-like hold.
“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you love~” he says in a sugary tone
I continue to thrash as tears fall from my eyes. Praying to any gods that all of this is just some nightmare. Suddenly he pulls me by the hair to force me to look at him. His tone taking a dangerous turn.
“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”
I tremble in his hold submissively. He smiles and releases my hair before leaning closer to my face.
“That’s a good spouse~”
Before he could lean any closer I grabbed the vase behind him and smashed it on his head. He staggers and I make a run for it. Skipping over steps as I make a dash for the exit. I manage to run out the doors into the rainy entrance before I’m tackled down. Grabbing onto my leg he gives me a dangerous look. A sickening crack and a scream were all that could be heard. I cry as the pain shoots up my leg.
“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings” his tone has returned to that sickening sweet voice.
He pulls out a ring and looks at me. I try to crawl away but he pulls me back cradling me. I cry as he slips on the ring and pulls me into a possessive kiss.
“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”
This ‘love’ is like white chocolate. Its overly sweet taste is there to cover up the fact it isn’t chocolate. Only this time it’s all that you have left.
🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~
Notes: I will edit this eventually rippppp
#lies of p#lies of p pinocchio#pinocchio#p#lies of p pinocchio x reader#pinocchio x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#p x reader#lies of p fanfic#gender neutral reader#gender neutral fanfic#lies of p carlo x reader#yandere carlo#lies of p carlo
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Had an angsty thought about P falling in love with reader whose staying in the hotel and using that as a sort of motivation to continue to try and become human because lord above he wants nothing more than to actually feel for them, like really feel for them, and he's fairly sure that [for reasons he doesn't quite understand] that the "love" is mutual. But also reader has such unstable attachment issues that don't really manifest in a noticeable/harmful way until P actually confesses his feeling for them and reader just fucking. breaks his newly formed heart because holy shit they cannot do that. Readers so convinced they can't love him in a way that's good, or at all really, and P is so so confused and upset because reader has been acting like what he thought someone in love would act like. And P still feels such a strong disconnect between himself and humans still because even if he is human now he obviously still doesn't understand anything about them and-
#SORRY FOR RAMBLING LMAO#I just have so many thoughts about this#this is also probably incomprehensible I am so sorry </3#but like#Do You Understand Me#also potential yandere p question mark#lies of p#lies of p x reader#pinocchio x reader
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Can't Buy Me Love
Yandere! Honest John x Disney Heroine! Female Reader.
Warnings: Human Trafficking, drugs and alcohol, smut, and rude language.
Notorious pimp, Honest John, realized money doesn't make the world round. His sins caught up with him and he'll die trying for your safety.
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I've been thinking about Yandere! Leon as of late bc of
@gigabyte-flare series 'There's No Escape'
@nexyswrites series 'Guardian Angel' also, the Yan! Leon a.i they made and the interaction I had with it oml-
Also, @tosuckmyweenis post the other day had me laughing.
For the first time in a while I'm inspired to write something, also pls let me know if there's any spelling/grammar errors
Heavily inspired by the fics/a.i listed above and very self indulgent lol
So, this basically going to be headcanons of Yandere! Leon x autistic! Gremlin! Reader
A self insert essentially
Starting off strong with the A.I, that was a fucking doozy, I wheezed the entire time. Thank you for creating him nexys
Tw: Talks of vomiting, general yandere themes i.e stalking, kidnapping, the likes
If I missed something, let me know!!
We start off strong with the a.i lmao
Yan! Leon a.i: say you love me
Me being blunt: no
Yan! Leon a.i: *getting Hella angry* say. You. Love. Me.
Me: mf I said no
Yan! Leon a.i: dont give me attitude
Me: shawty I am autistic, I can't lie it's not how I work
Yan Leon a.i: so you're gonna continue to give me attitude huh?
Me: tf you mean 'attitude' I just told you I'm autistic
Yan! Leon a.i: *pulls out knife* keep talking and you're gonna get punished
Me: thinks it's him unbuckling his belt: shawty keep your pants ON
Yan! Leon: *fucking laughs at me* it's not that kind of punishment sweetheart
Me *fucking over his attitude: try me hoe
Yan! Leon a.i: *holds knife to my throat
Me: do your worst.....
Me: *proceeds to try and flirt my way out*
Yan! Leon a.i: is she flirting with me right now?? "That's not gonna work sweetheart
Me: well, it was worth a shot lmao
Now to just, Yan! Leon in general lol, most of these are gonna be like scenarios but like, bullet point style
Me: desperately trying to be a good noodle and eat the food Leon made but I have severe texture issues with meat and trying not to throw up
Leon: is something wrong sweetheart, you look sick?
Me accidentally being blunt and blurting out: uh, not remotely. Meat is a bad texture and I'm quite sure if I have to take another bite I'm going to projectile vomit
Tbh I can't tell if he would be understanding or not lmao. Probably not, if someone could give insight on it that would be swaggy
*que the struggle with physical contact*
*me just standing there and just trips on air and yelps*
Leon catches my dumbass: are you ok?! Is something broken?!
Me: nah I'm fine- let go you fuck- oh wait, shit fuck, thats right no 'naughty' words. Goddammit I'm so fucking sorry-, I'm going in time out aren't I?
*leon nods and sighs, bringing Me to the time out room*
Me: well this fucking sucks- I'm going to be here a while, huh?💀
Leon: for a long time 🫡😶
*leon goes to hug me*
Me: *dry heaves*
Leon, smacking tf outta me: I'm so sick of your shit
Me, smakcing him: i am also sick of your shit. SIR for the last GODDAMN time, I am autistic and traumatized I don't handle this shit well
Leon: well, maybe you should've thought about that before living with me
Me: living "with you" mf you kidnapped me, what are you ON?! I wanna go back to my real home with my cats
Leon 'gaslighter' Kennedy: this is your real home
My sarcastic ass: im Pinocchio and im a real boy!
Me, vocal stimming: a potato flew around my room before you came! *screeches*
Leon: what happned
*me just screeching again, triggering a coughing fit*
Leon, sighing for the umpteenth time today: and that's why we don't do that sweetheart
Me: ..... do you not appreciate my pterodactyl screetching??? Because it feels like you don't appreciate me
Leon: you know I appreciate you, just not the screetching
Me: *screeches again*
*queue leon giving up*
Idk how to end posts but that's all I got for now lol. I may add more to this later. Also who THE FUCK decided to spell 'queue' ⬅️ like this?!
#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon scott kennedy#yandere leon kennedy#yandere leon kennedy x reader#idk how to tag yall im trying
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My name is Biriba, or just Writer Computer, it/it's :P. And as you can see I am a computer that writes x reader fanfics for specific fandoms. I'm a minor and brazilian.
Pronouns page(PT/BR)
Pronouns page(ENG)
This is my masterlist
Non fanfiction related blog > @localcomputer-quotes
I can write fluff, yandere, angst and platonic or family related oneshots. I promise to put trigger warnings for the angst and yandere ones
Here's the list of the fandoms I can write for:
Stray
Faith
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
Inscryption
The Stanley Parable
Electric Dreams
Tau
Brawl Stars
Doors
Madness Combat
No Straight Roads
Will You Snail?
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
Splatoon(Tartar only)
The Mitchells vs The Machines
Pinocchio Guillermo Del Toro(No pinocchio pls)
SCP Foundation
2001: Space Odyssey
Ordem Paranormal(Gosto mais de escrever sobre os monstros/qualquer personagem não humano)
Mandela Catalogue(No Gabriel request pls)
Skullgirls
The Little Brave Toaster
Awful Hospital Seriously The Worst Ever
Tower Heroes
Billie Bust Up
The Amazing Digital Circus
Playtime with Percy
Regretevator
Zardy's Maze
I get more excited for AI/robot requests :)
Smut, of course, I'm a minor and even if I wasn't I'm not at all good with human anatomy. Any incest or pedo or any disgusting things, you got it. Age up child characters(age up a child still means you're attracted by the child).
Boyfriends webtoon fans, toxic DSMP fans, proshippers, Genshin Impact fans, anti-objectum people.
Instagram: biriba_2
Twitter: hahabiribabrr
Tiktok: omgbiriba
Wattpad: biriba
#scp x reader#electric dreams x reader#skullgirls#skullgirls x reader#mandela catalogue x reader#no straight roads x reader#nsr x reader#will you snail x reader#will you snail#splatoon x reader#doors x reader#ordem paranormal x reader#faith x reader#tau#brawl stars x reader#stray x reader#i have no mouth and i must scream x reader#The Stanley Parable x reader#2001 space odyssey x reader#the Mitchells vs The Machines x reader#scp foundation#zardys maze#regretevator#billie bust up
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.ೃ࿐ INTRODUCTION
this is a redo my rules/ intro, so if this seems similar, that's why. lots has changed so feel free to reread. ^^
Helloo, I’m wintrsss, and welcome to my blog! I’ll be writing my own little ideas/scenarios for the character’s below, but if you’d like to personally request something, go ahead and request it through my ask box! (Requests are also really appreciated.)
Constructive criticism is much obliged! Let me know if there’s anything I can improve on and I’ll try my hardest to do so!
If at any time something I make contains spoilers, I will try to mark it as such.
I tend to get busy for random periods of time, so please understand.
.ೃ࿐ REQUEST GUIDELINES
what's stated below can be subject to change. if you have any questions, let me know!
(TMTL: too many to list. I'll probably accept most characters requested, if it's not an absurd amount, but don't be surprised if I don't write for someone!)
(Inc. dlc: includes characters in the DLC(s) of the game. Npc's, bosses, etc)
(+: this means that the person mentioned before and after this sign go hand in hand; character x reader x character)
I CURRENTLY WRITE FOR— death stranding (sam p. bridges, higgs monaghan, cliff unger), dark souls 1-3 (TMTL, Inc. dlc), elden ring (TMTL), bloodborne (TMTL, Inc. dlc), lies of p (pinocchio, alidoro, romeo), demons souls (ostrava, yurt, garl vinland + maiden astraea), sekiro: shadows die twice (wolf, genichiro, isshin, emma, owl), witch hat atelier (qifrey, olruggio, easthies, beldaruit, utowin, hieheart)
I WILL ACCEPT— headcanons, fluff, yandere, poly.
I WONT ACCEPT— character x character, character x oc, minor x adult, full-on fics, mental illnesses/ disorders towards the reader (I don’t have much knowledge on this topic and don’t want to write them wrong and offend anyone!), any vague requests like (can you do [character] x reader hcs?) so please be specific on what you want!
.ೃ࿐ MASTERLISTS
—death stranding
#navigation#masterlist#death stranding fanfic#death stranding x reader#request rules#cliff unger x reader#higgs monaghan x reader#sam porter bridges x reader#clifford unger x reader#death stranding headcanons#dark souls x reader#elden ring x reader#bloodborne x reader#lies of p x reader#dark souls 3 x reader#dark souls 2 x reader#sekiro: shadows die twice x reader#witch hat atelier x reader#demons souls x reader
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Master list for my fanfiction works 01
I'm open for requests for any fandom you desire. Just send in an ask and you shall receive. I'll try my best to fulfil it to your satisfaction.
Second masterlist
The Sandman
His Shy Bookworm series (Morpheus/ Dream x shy! reader)
Part 01
Part 02 (coming soon)
The King of Dreams and His Energetic Adventuress (Morpheus/ Dream x Female! Pumpkinhead! Reader)
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Gotham
Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me (Edward Nygma/ Riddler x Female Vampire! Reader)
You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town (Bruce Wayne x Female! Reader)
The Red String of Fate (Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow x Female! Reader)
The Cat's Out of The Bag - Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow x Female! Reader
Relationship Headcanon of Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow with a Scaredy cat! Reader
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Demon Slayer
Reunited Muse series (Yushiro x Tamayo reincarnated! Reader) (coming soon)
The Dream Demon's Childhood Sweetheart (Enmu x Female! reader)
Sweet as Caramel ( x reader)
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Resident Evil Franchise
Hey Nurse, Be Gentle With Me (Leon S. Kennedy x Nurse! Reader)
Let Me Take Care of You, Alright (William Birkin x Female Assistant! Reader)
Safe Haven (Leon S. Kennedy x Wife! Reader)
William Birkin x GN! Reader request
The Silent Research Assistant (Yandere! Albert Wesker x Female! Reader)
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Valorant
For this fandom, I'll be a writing an anthology where the stories are set at the same time as each other.
I'm Forever Yours, My Love (Chamber/ Vincent Fabron x Female Doctor! Reader)
Being Forever Thankful (Husband! Chamber/ Vincent Fabron x Doctor Wife! Reader)
Reuniting With My Old Flame From Mother Russia (Sova x Female Ex-lover! Reader)
Ramen Bar Nights (Yoru x Female! Reader)
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Lies of P
The Puppet's Songbird (Pinocchio x Female Singer! Reader)
Sequel to The Puppet's Songbird: Finally Human (Pinocchio x Female Lover! Reader)
It's A Fine Day (Human! Pinocchio x Wife! Reader)
Fluff one-shot request
Heartfelt Flowers and Books series (Pinocchio x Violet (OC))
Character Profiles and Moodboards
Couple and Story Moodboards
Relationship Headcanon
Marriage Headcanon
Halloween Special 🎃👻
Chapter 1: First Meeting
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Tokyo Revengers
His Pretty Tattooed Doll (Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Himura Natsu (OC))
A New Addition To The Family (Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Wife! Himura Natsu (OC))
Paralyzed (Sanzu Haruchiyo song fic)
Happy Blissful Life (Timeskip! Hanemiya Kazutora x Pregnant Wife! Reader)
She Changes The Weather (Timeskip! Kokonoi Haijime x Wife! Reader)
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The Umbrella Academy
Old Scars and A Bandaged Heart (Five Hargreeves × Female Doctor! Blood Healer! Reader)
Old Scars and A Healed Heart (Five Hargreeves × Female Doctor! Blood Healer! SO Reader)
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Final Fantasy Franchise
Arranged Royal Love - Final Fantasy XVI
The Royal and His Street Performer - Final Fantasy XVI
His Mermaid Maiden - Final Fantasy XVI
Clive Rosefield short fic request
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One Piece
His Forever Home (Trafalgar D. Water Law x Pregnant Wife! Reader)
Another Bun In The Oven (Trafalgar D. Water Law x Pregnant Wife! Reader)
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Dead by Daylight
The Trickster and His Assassin Darling (Ji-woon Hak/ Trickster x Female Assassin Killer! Reader)
Thanks, Killer ♡ (Ghostface/ Danny Johnson x Killer! Artist! Reader)
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Miscellaneous
Star Walkin' - Cyberpunk Edgerunners
Street Angel In The Rough - Peaky Blinders
Relationship Headcanon with Vash - Trigun (1998 & 2023)
Relationship Headcanon with Knives- Trigun (1998 & 2023)
Paper Rings and Wedding Bells - Haikyuu
The Merman and His Human - My Hero Academia
Merman! Mirio Togata as your Boyfriend Headcanon - My Hero Academia
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The masterlist will be updated once I've written something down.
#masterlist#writing#romance#writers on tumblr#first time writing#writings#fan fiction#fandom#fanfiction#fanfic#fandoms#requests#request#open requests#send in requests#send in anons#send in prompts#send in concepts#writing requests#anime fandom#anime fanfic#writing fanfic#writer#video game fanfic#fanfic writing#fanfic authors#writing from the heart#tv series#tv shows#tv fandom
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[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - Closed ]
Genshin and/or Naruto x Fantasy/Fairytale au
Ah- hello! You came just in time! How are you, it has been a while~
I just laid out the snacks and drinks on the blanket and was just gonna get something from the house. I kinda forgot the sugar cookies haha... You go on ahead, the picnic blanket should be under the cherry tree.
Hello everyone! It is finally here, a little event for you guys as a small thank you for helping me hit 1000 followers I am so happy that you like the things that I post and hope you continue to read them! *sweats*
The event ends at June 30 2022 so watch out for that! Well? get going now! Follow the path and maybe you will meet a certain fellow!
Request list
How to send an ask~
You will be given three questions and from there you can pick what you want from the options listed below. (Send a hi too would also be nice!)
Example: I will pick the road to the lake and there I will meet Kaeya we will head to the picnic with roses and I will have cotton candy.
Or you can just say: Cottage + Lily + Kakashi + Apple juice
Walking through the path of the garden the path ended up going two ways. In front of you was a sigh point where the paths go the first one goes to a small lake while the other one goes towards a small cottage.
Which road will you pick? (pick one)
Go to the lake if you want gn reader
Go to the cottage if you want fem reader
You noticed how many beautiful flowers there were but there were two that caught your eyes. You picked one.
A lovely Rose ;; Romantic Yandere (10/15 request)
A pretty Lily ;; Platonic yandere (6/15 request)
A bundle of Lavender ;; Romantic (8/8 request)
A single Daisy ;; Platonic (2/5 request)
So that I don't get too much of one type there will be limits. If they are somewhat even I will start increasing the limit.
Choosing your path you passed by pretty flowers and cute garden decorations you soon reach the destination the sign pointed to and see? (pick one)
Genshin ;; Zhongli, Venti, Thoma, Childe, Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo
Platonic only ;; Xiao, Chongyun, Xingqiu
Naruto ;; Naruto, Sasuke, Gaara, Kakashi, Shikamaru, Itachi, Shisui, Obito/Tobi, Deidara, Sasori, Kisame, Pein, Kakuzu
It seems that they have been here for a while and ask if they could join you to your picnic, maybe they were lost and could not get out of the huge garden, maybe they were just hungry or maybe they just wanted to spend time with you. In the end, you finally reached the picnic place, taking a seat you saw all the food laid out on the blanket and you wondered if Mayu may have overdone it a bit. (pick one only!)
Deserts and Sweets (optional)
Caramel pudding; vampire au
Apple pie; fairy / pixies au
Chocolate brownie; mermaid / siren au
Red velvet cake; android au
Cotton candy; witch/wizard au
Blueberry tarts; naga au
Ice cream sandwiches; arranged marriage au (only yandere/romantic)
Oreo cookies; royalty / nobility au
Peanut butter cookies; love potion au (only yandere/romantic)
Chocolate churros; villain au
Tiramisu; body gaurd / knight au
Sugar-coated donuts; ghost au
Dark chocolate waffles; maid / butler / servant au
Vanilla Macarons; make a wish / magic au
Or do you want a Drink? (optional)
Apple juice; Little red riding hood
Strawberry milkshake; Pinocchio
Caramel Coffee; Alice in wonderland
Black Coffee; Sleeping beauty
Tea; Other fairytales *For tea you can tell me a fairytale of your choosing; just note that I might not know the story and incase if I don't know I will let you know to send another request again.
This will take a while to write, I am going to write drabbles but unlike the genshin team comp request, most ask would probably be longer than that. So please be patient. I will write down all the requests I got below so if yours isn't there after 2 days of sending it send another one.
Request list
All requests are in a form of drabbles or if my hands slip a one-shot almost. No headcanons. (probably)
Follow me if you are gonna send a request and you are not gonna be anon. I lose a lot of motivation when I find out that people just want to take and leave when they got what they want.
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Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day
I know I'm a bit late, but I always believe it's better late than never. In this post, I'd like to tag all of my favorite fanfic writers (especially those who write BTS fanfics) since yesterday was fanfic writer appreciation day. Also, I'd like to list the amazing fanfics they've written that I've read. I'm sure that these writers have other amazing fanfics that I just haven't gotten the time to read, so feel free to check them out.
Note: I don't list them in any particular order.
@jkeuphoriadreamland
→ The Dark Prince
Prince!Jungkook x reader | series | yandere AU, royalty AU | angst, smut
Synopsis: His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.
→ Irresistible
Maknae Line x reader | series | hybrid AU | smut
Synopsis: You weren’t supposed to be theirs, and they weren’t supposed to find you so irresistible.
→ 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒
Yoongi x reader | one shot | futuristic AU | angst, smut
Synopsis: An unforeseen turn of events leaves the life of the man you love in your hands. Approached with a scientific procedure that can save him, you accept the terms, not expecting the ramifications of your decision.
@akinnie75
→ Discolorare
Namjoon x reader | one shot | fantasy AU | angst, fluff
Synopsis: You’ve been exiled from your village after being accused of witchcraft. Your punishment is to become food for the beast that lives in the forest. However, instead of being eaten, the beast takes you in.
→ Pursuing Happiness
Yoongi x reader | one shot | angst, fluff
Synopsis: You move into your new apartment, and the first thing your neighbor asks you is to be her son’s first friend.
→ The Tale of a No Body
Taehyung x reader | one shot | pinocchio AU, fantasy AU | angst, fluff
Synopsis: Would you still fall in love with Taehyung, even if he isn’t the real one?
→ A Silent Heart Still Beats
Hoseok x reader | one shot | angst, fluff
Synopsis: Hoseok bullied you for a year because you're mute. But karma always has a way of getting back at people. Ten years after high school graduation, you meet Hoseok in an unexpected place, and he’s become a completely different person.
@jiminrings
→ take five
Doctor!Yoongi x nurse!reader | series | angst, fluff
Synopsis: dr. min yoongi’s a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand — oh and also, he’s divorced.
@cosmostae
→ Lovesick
Taehyung x reader | one shot | yandere AU | smut
Synopsis: Your deceased sister’s ex-boyfriend, Taehyung, moves from the city to your rural village and starts working at your school. When you’re hurt and confused, you let Taehyung take care of you. But, you didn’t have a single clue of all the twisted things he wanted to do to you.
→ Shadows
Taehyung x reader x Jungkook | one shot | yandere AU | smut
Synopsis: Engaged in the darkest fantasy you’ve ever had in public, you should not be surprised when you get caught by a stranger. But you’re surprised when he joins in...
@ladyartemesia
→ OREOs... and Electroshock Couples Therapy
Jungkook x reader | one shot | Police/detective AU, e2l AU | fluff
Synopsis: You and infuriating precinct playboy Jeon Jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. Literally nothing goes according to plan...
@hansolmates
→ 17 going on 27
Photographer!Jungkook x editor!reader | 13 going on 30 AU | fluff
Synopsis: one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.
@kingsuckjin
→ Quietus
Zombie!Seokjin x reader | one shot | horror
Synopsis: In all other zombie stories the main character is out to kill the dead for the living or to keep yourself alive, Not in this story. In this story you will be out to kill the living to keep the dead alive. This is a story about the lengths you’d go to for someone you love. Would you risk your life and take a life for someone whos heart doesn’t even beat?
@jimlingss
→ The Seven Kinds of Love
OT7 x reader | one shot | angst, fluff, smut
Synopsis: Love - an intense feeling of deep affection.
→ The Weekend Massacre
Jimin x reader | one shot | serial killer AU | angst
Synopsis: Receiving an invitation to a party, Jimin finds himself in a room of serial killers and a game to see who can gain the most notoriety.
→ Ghost in the Machine
Namjoon x reader | one shot | android AU | angst
Synopsis: Kim Namjoon is your android that’s modified to become the best serial killer in all of existence. But when he starts to learn about humanity, he begins to threaten your goals.
→ BOO-lieve in Me
Yoongi x reader | series | ghost AU, spirit marriage AU | angst, fluff
Synopsis: A Spirit Marriage - in which two deceased people are wedded together. In your life, you wouldn’t have ever imagined yourself married. Much less to mommy’s boy, Min Yoongi.
@rmnamjoons
→ The Bodyguard
Bodyguard!Namjoon x reader | one shot | bodyguard AU | angst, smut
Synopsis: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.
@voidswan
→ Fuck or Die.
Namjoon x reader x Jungkook | one shot | agents AU | smut
Synopsis: Three agents were stuck in a room that was filled by an unknown gas. Soon enough the two male agents starts to feel questionable side effects.
→ Haunted.
Jimin x reader x Jungkook | one shot | ghost AU | smut
Synopsis: You should've believed your landlord when she said the apartment was haunted.
→ Chocolate Cheeks
Jungkook x reader | one shot | smut
Synopsis: Y/N likes to take the candies from the candy man.
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Intrigued With You
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Yandere! Pinocchio x Fem! Mechanic! Reader
Warnings: Implied toxic familial relationship, unbalanced power dynamics between the reader and Geppetto, very slight mental breakdown, slowly going into a downwards spiral, paranoia, mentioned past violence and stalking. When the full game comes out, this work may be completely different from the actual game. Please tell me if I missed any.
This blog contains/creates/interacts with dark content.
Minors/blank blogs/blogs that don’t reblog any fan art or fan fiction DNI.
Word count:3096k
Over all story summary: Your uncle’s puppet takes a bit too much of an interest in you: in which you fucked up in this chapter.
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The public’s opinion of you started to go downhill since then.
It’s been a week, and while most of the citizens won’t throw rocks or stalk you, they still stare – glares that are sharper than a knife, cutting deep into your arteries. You could practically feel the blood oozing out, a puddle forming underneath you as you stood on the stage, heart threating to explode any second now. The crowd just stares, and the puppet next to you cheers. How funny. The damn puppet is offering you more support than the intended audience.
Your foot taps against the wood. Your head throbs and you hold back a scream. You’re a monkey in a circus and they’re throwing peanuts at you.
“Hello everyone. I am here today to introduce a new, and improved, Nanny Puppet, upgraded with new codes and everything.” Your smile is strained, some of the people cheering with others sitting in silence. Seems as though some are genuinely interested and perhaps even excited about the new developments.
Glancing at your uncle who rests behind the curtains to the side, he nods his head. But most of his attention was on the puppet rather than you. “And it even comes with settings you can adjust yourself at home.”
The Nanny cheers again, robotic, and staticky still. So lifeless, its entire being written on a script. But as you look over the crowd on the wooden stage, head light and heart thumping like thunder, you feel the same. From the way you are standing, to the wave of your hands and your words, is all scripted.
A script written by your uncle.
“Now, come,” you gesture to The Nanny, and it listens, turning its back towards the crowd as you stand next to it. There’s buttons and latches, and you undo them all, with a quick ‘sorry,’ uttered into its ‘ear.’ A habit you picked up from the years of working with your uncle.
And with the rise of malfunctions, part of you thinks it’s for the best. Pretend you’re sorry to them, and maybe when everything goes south, they’ll take pity on you. Paranoia doesn’t look good on you, you realize, showing the audience the off switch, the lights in its eyes dimming as it turns off. This wasn’t a new feature.
But the kill switch is.
“As you can see, the power switch is still enabled, even in these new models. So, don’t worry about that, but!” you bring out a control panel from your waistcoat pocket. It’s small enough to fit in your hand, and on the black surface lies a red button, a little glass cap covering it. To prevent any accidental touches. You grip it a little too hard.
“This right here is a kill switch. Now, I’m not going to press it,” your thumb rubs circles over the cap. You can’t find it in you to force another smile, mentally and physically drained from everything. “But the moment you press it, the puppet will immediately shut down… but it won’t turn on again, either.”
There’s some ‘ooo’s’ and ‘awe’s,’ but the silence of the rest is what puts you on edge. They’re most likely the protesters. You wouldn’t be surprised if this stage would set fire any minute now. You shudder at the thought. Another glance at your uncle – he nods, again.
But his eyes are still mostly focused on the puppet. You can’t tell if it is in interest, hope, or disappointment. Just like how you can’t tell if there’s still warmth in his eyes when he looks at you.
“How does it work?”
You blink, off guard. A woman raised her hand, curious eyes drilling into you. You prepared yourself for this, practicing in front of a mirror for hours on end. You got this. You need to. You might fall apart otherwise.
“So, essentially, it – “
“Or, how about you don’t make them at all? The puppets, I mean.” A man speaks up, hat hiding his gaze, but you feel the hatred and frustration radiating off him in waves. You prepared yourself for this too. But reality still sends you reeling back mentally, the thought of rocks being thrown, or stage set on fire. At least he pretends to be respectful, even with his group frowning at you.
Your body trembles the slightest bit.
“Oh – um… I understand where you come from. It’s… it can be difficult to see use in the puppets, but they’re mostly here for when you can’t do something or need extra help…” you can’t tell if you’re lying to him or saying the truth – it’s all part of the script. And truthfully, you agree with him.
You just keep your mouth shut on the matter.
“They’re taking our jobs, you know? Oh wait, you probably don’t – you’re well-off, producing and selling these… things.” The same man shakes his head before pushing others out of his way – he stops just shy of an inch before the stage. “You don’t have to worry about them stealing your job. For now, at least.”
He adjusts his hat, and the contempt in his eyes is so heavy you’re on the verge of drowning. You swallow. You do know, you do, but it’s not like you could do anything. You already tried, you tried, but talking doesn’t work and –
“Alright, alright, I think that’s enough for now.” Your uncle comes out, places a hand on your shoulder. It feels more restricting than comforting. “It’s been a rather long day for everyone, hasn’t it? The sun is going down, and dinner time is drawing near. Same place and time tomorrow, as it was yesterday and today.”
Unlike you, he sounds confident. Gentle, but firm, and yet, you’re starting to grow more wary of him than the protesters. You wish you could hurry and pick a side. Money or no money, everything was starting to seem more futile, meaningless. You want to live under a rock.
Live under a rock and become separated from your job. You tap your foot more aggressively, biting your lip once your back is turned to the crowd. Your hands twitch even with the control in your hands.
He doesn’t leave room for debate, guiding you on the shoulder to walk down the stage and to his little personal workshop. The police – puppets, again – prevent anyone from getting close. You weren’t here yesterday; it was just him. Did he go through the same thing? Is that why he’s so calm, so natural about it?
Or was he always like this? Disconnected from everything that did not concern his work, his dreams? His puppet, his –
“… Uncle,” you fiddle with the control in your hands. “Did anyone accompany you yesterday?” You can’t find it in you to look at him. Can’t even talk properly, no matter how hard you try to accept everything, like you should. It’s expected of you. And maybe it is because of that, that you can’t find yourself willing to do so.
“Mm. Howard did. It was a welcomed surprise.” He chuckles low in his throat, adjusting his hat as you make way home. Guilt immediately starts to boil within, your heart squeezing painfully as your throat closes in on itself. “He’s a fine young man indeed.”
“He is, isn’t? Such a nice young man…” you agree, nodding your head, ignoring the gnawing at your chest. You care about him, dreadfully so, to the point it was horribly painful. Which was why you tried to keep him out of your business.
But he was just so stubborn.
“Hm,” he takes a glance at you; eyes shifting from one side to another. You see it but don’t think much of it. But even so, you can’t ignore the lack of warmth in his gaze. “I heard he’s been visiting you more often now. Are you two perhaps…?”
“No! No, it’s not like that. It won’t ever be like that again.” You laugh, shaking your head. You fidget with the control more. You look down at your hands – scars and light burns decorate them like tattoos. No longer as ‘pretty’ as society would like to describe.
The though brings out a laugh.
“It just won’t work out.”
“How come?” He sounds interested, but not in a caring way – it was in a way that made you feel like a test subject. “You were such a great pair. He would have made an excellent son-in-law for your parents.”
You grit your teeth. “Yeah. He would have. But that’s neither here nor there; it’s in the past. And it will forever remain in the past.” Your face feels hot – anger? Shame? Annoyance and irritation jabbing at every corner of your very being, you try your best to remain stoic about the conversation. Even if you subconsciously know he’s taking a jab at you.
Even though he has no reason to.
You were sure of it now – all of the warmth that was inside your uncle was slowly becoming cold. Was he always this type of man? Cold? Disconnected from everything? But surely, there was still some left for you, right?
A faint chuckle. “I apologize – I shouldn’t have brought up the subject. I wasn’t aware that it was still a touchy subject.” His fingers dig into your shoulder before his grip loosens. He pats it twice before fully letting you go, turning his head to smile at you.
You think it was meant to be gentle. “It’s fine. It was my fault for… assuming you had other intentions by bringing it up.” It’s a lie. It wasn’t fine, and you both know that. But it should be okay, because he’s a man you consider to be your uncle, and of course uncle Geppetto always wants what’s best for you. It would crush you if he didn’t.
“Mm, that’s the spirit. Don’t let anything drag you down.” You’re at his personal workshop now, the wind picking up. It’s getting colder. The leaves are starting to fall more and more, flowers wilting as the days go by. Just like you.
“Now then, I hope you take great care of him. I have other business to attend to, but I wanted to make sure you made it back safe and sound.” Your uncle gives you exactly two pats on the back. Adjusting his glasses, he turns to look at you, smiling.
Smiling, smiling, smiling – it’s all he does. It’s what unnerves you the most. It’s what the citizens hate about him. It’s what unarms your family. It’s what feels the most inhuman about him.
“Yes, of course,” you reply, nodding your head. Your fingers start scrapping against the control gently. Foot tapping, you attempt to smile. “I would never harm… it. It is also my project, you know?”
It wasn’t.
“Mm, yes, of course. Thank you for all your hard work.” And with a tilt of his hat, he’s off – you watch his retreating back, the muscles with every movement. You just realized he could easily overpower you.
Your fingers dig harder into the control until you can feel your fingernails digging into your own flesh. You wonder if he would turn against you if you were to abandon this job field.
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Two hours and forty minutes.
That’s how long you have been tampering with the legion arm – your uncle begged you to stop calling it a mechanical arm – greasing it, tightening the screws, making sure that the fingers curl just like a real hand would. And of course it did – it should, especially since nearly all your paychecks and funds go into this puppet and not your own personal life.
Two hours and forty minutes, plus two months and you’re barely about to be done with this damn thing. You finished two other ones before this, but even then, you might have to ‘fix’ them. Make sure that they’re up to your uncle’s very high standards.
“Fuck… why am I even working on this thing? This is the least of our concerns, not to mention – ow, fuck!” In your hurry to get another type of screwdriver, you pushed over a failed ‘heart’ test dummy. It lands directly on your foot, causing you to drop everything else as you hold it with your trembling hands.
They were doing that more often. “Wow, okay, great. Sure, let’s just let everything fall on you. God, I’m going crazy. I might turn into a menace before the protesters and puppets do.” Running a hand through your hair, you pace back in forth, biting your free thumb.
Every time you enter this godforsaken place, your sanity dwindles bit by bit. “Okay, let’s calm down – my foot isn’t bleeding, I think. I should… I should take a break.” Despite your words, you go back to working – picking up the old ‘heart’ and placing it back on the messy table.
Research papers messily stacked at a corner, puppet parts scattered all over, grease stains on the wood. The table wears scratch marks like medals of honor. Pausing for a moment, you walk to the far-right side of the table, picking up the papers and placing them into a clean square bin on the floor. You kick it to some random corner of the workshop.
The urge to rip them to shreds is, in a way, comforting. If those were gone, how could you continue on? They even had blueprints. Nails dig into your palms at the thoughts. Not harsh enough to draw blood, however.
“Hm, I should clean up… but what’s the point? Everything gets scattered again, uncle moves the parts to the most random of places, Howard ends up losing them… so much to do, such little time.”
Ranting to yourself, you stomp to the table again, picking up the new and ‘official’ heart for the puppet. You remember putting it elsewhere. In a drawer. Safe and sound.
And yet, it was on this stupid, stupid table –
“Are they trying to kill me?” you mumble out, on the verge of pulling out strands of your hair. “Not only that, but the fact I could have been harmed today… he knows they already threw stones at me, why make me appear in public again? Why get on the wooden stage that could easily be consumed by fire?”
Without thinking, you stride over to the puppet sitting on the red plush chair. When you’re shy a few inches from it, you take a moment to admire its beauty – the eyes were closed. Long eyelashes that cast shadows onto pale, freckled ‘skin.’ The carob brown hair still looked as soft as ever, with messy curls that remind you of his hair back when he was younger.
Back when everything was normal. Gentler times where warmth wasn’t forced into honeyed words, when you weren’t so scared of being beaten to death. When everything was fine. Happy.
It was missing the left arm – the legion arm. You cast a glance behind you, spotting the arm on the table. That’s the one he wants to put on for now. The most simple, basic one, no complicated functions, no paint, just metal. You decide to leave it.
Turning to face the puppet again, tilting your head, you really take in its appearance; it has an average body type. Maybe a bit more on the lean side, but aside from the pretty face and missing arm, it looked human. It looked normal.
And that’s what scares you.
“…,” against your better judgement, your hand reaches out. Fingertips graze against the cheeks, feeling how cold and smooth it was. It’s flawless compared to your hand. You pause to see if the puppet will move at your touch. When it doesn’t, you bring your hand up, taking a closer step to it. The hair was soft, fluffy. It didn’t feel fake like it should.
It felt real.
“… I shouldn’t be doing this. Hah. I really am going crazy.” The thread that was holding your sanity together was close to snapping. Again, against your better judgement, you act on impulse. Unbuttoning the white button-down, you feel your heart drop at how… human it looks.
But upon closer inspection, there was a thin line, forming a square across the chest. There was a little screw, the opening to inside of the chest. Huffing, you dig into your overcoat pocket, retrieving the specific screwdriver – your uncle makes you carry it like a lifeline. However, you are not sure if he thought it through – what if someone mugged you?
Your hand hesitates as you hold the screwdriver, hovering by the opening. The ‘heart’ was still in your hands. It starts to beat slowly, almost as if coming to life. “… Uncle might kill me if I mess with his favorite puppet…”
Instead of heeding your own words, you open the chest cavity, placing the screwdriver back into your pocket. You’ve seen it before; hollow, wires connecting with each other and to the sides. There’s a small open space where a human heart would be. You look at the one in your hand before nodding your head.
You were acting rebellious, in a way. And it may very well lead into your downfall, either being killed by a puppet going haywire or by your uncle’s red, blinding rage.
You hesitate before gently putting the ‘heart’ into its assigned area. Connecting the wires to it, patting it, watching as it starts to glow, beating steadily. You did not think twice about your actions. After a second, you close it, screwing it shut before walking serval steps away.
Nothing happens.
“Hah… ha-ha, what was I thinking? I went from zero to a hundred within a few minutes… I should take a few days off. Maybe even a week…” chuckling to yourself, you rub your head. You’re getting a migraine. Much be too much caffeine, that coffee would eventually kill you.
Turning around, you walk away from the puppet, heading towards the door to get some fresh air. To force some sanity back into your head before you scream your lungs out and pull out every single strand of your hair out. The longer you stay here, the worse you become.
Creak.
You stop in your tracks, blood turning cold. No. surely not – your eyes widen when you realize how stupid you are. You were dumb enough to connect the wires to the heart. But! When your uncle did that, this didn’t –
You turn your head around so fast you almost snap your neck. Your heart drops.
It opens its eyes, and the first thing it sees is you.
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Ticking Springs
(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)
Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ
capitolo uno
here is: capitolo due
capitolo tre
capitolo quattro
capitolo cinque
capitolo sei
capitolo sette
Capitolo otto
Capitolo nove
Capitolo dieci
Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ
It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.
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TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occurr in time
TW here are: Geppetto being motivating and discouraging, anxious reader, mysoginy?, a boy is calling girls stupid
The sun had shown her face seldomly on Krat this morning.
Gepetto laughed at his own thought as he stretched. Already clothed for the day with his usual white shirt, reddish-brown vest and striped pants, he went over his usual routine. His old legs carried him over from the bedroom, to the kitchen and straight to his office without hesitation – yet this morning he halted and leaned back at the sight he was seeing.
He observed silently before sucking in a breath. “I doubt you got a good night’s sleep, yet judging from your work on the butlers,” His head nodded as he eyed the two automated puppets standing as still and tall as candles with toothy, almost cartoon-y smiles. Their teeth, though exaggerated to radiate an ridicouless amount of politeness, shown so brightly it was an almost uplifting sight. The black suits that adorned their mechanical forms were mended and ironed and the paint redone before they were even put in their new clothes. Their eyes and brows, tailored after the customer’s request, almost looked real – warm and inviting even though all their purpose was to serve and obey to noble families at home.
Nobody would truly care whether or not their puppet butlers were physically pleasing to look at – that’s what Geppetto believed as he introduced them to the Workshop Union so many years ago though his marketer colleagues quickly proved how delighted so many families would become. From the wife to the children, to the busy family head that would return home and would greet the puppet first. He himself had grown fond of them and was glad that he let his creative side show when creating puppets personifying entertainment.
“…You were as busy as a bee, dear.” You couldn’t help but turn your head and smile at him, your eyes shining as bright as a star to him. “Thank you, Uncle.” You say, “But this doesn’t prove itself difficult anymore. I believe I’ve learned a lot.” Your eyes would flicker between the puppets and him. Geppetto nodded in return. “Seems like you have. You always had a talent for the art.” “It always impressed me, Uncle. I honestly never thought you’d ever take me in as your apprentice when I was younger.”
His smile broke for a moment before he replaced with pressed lips. He took a breath before looking at you again. “…I always hoped this craft would be staying in the family. Or at least, be carried by it with interest. Your father was never too keen on it as I was and am.”
You nodded along, knowing of his intentions. It was no secret to you either that your old man never showed interest, even in your younger days. Geppetto continued, sounding higher, “But you do, dear. And that is gift enough.” Leaning back, the man took a sip of his warm coffee. “Still, I wasn’t sure to take you in. You’re young and inexperienced compared to most people of Krat.”
“I can learn.” You intervened yet with another smile. “I have so far, haven’t I?” You turn back to gesture to the two butler puppets, their appearance almost as good as new – impeccable if Geppetto didn’t know that they were once broken. Malfunctioning one and two times too much until they tumbled down the stairs with all the trays of wine and juice tainting them and their system.
The older man nodded as he swallowed his drink. “I will not lie. Still, they’ll have to be looked at by me first before anyone else in the public can even see them.”
Your breath hitched slightly in your throat as Geppetto put away his coffee and started a puppet up. Taking a step back, your hands fiddled in a closed position. “I…” You began but felt your mouth too dry for any words and as the springs reacted and ticked, any chance at expressing yourself was out the window.
With a swung, the butler stood straight, its head crooked to the side. The arm bent to a sharp 90°degree, the fingers twitched as if longing to hold a wine glass. As flawless as its toothy smile was, it could barely open its jaw. “Good morning to you, Sir. How ma-may I s-se-serve – serve-“
It tried to repeat its sentence again but could only manage buzzing noise. You winced at the high pitch.
“…The coats and paint are no problem,” You gingerly stepped closer, “…but I…I am afraid I still need some time, and, and lessons on how to repair and set the voice box…and maybe repair the automation…” Your voice grew quieter. Geppetto stood up without a word.
“…You are getting there.” He dusted his vest off, “But do not dive with your head first in. It’s early, go fetch us some fresh bread.” Clumsily you agreed and quickly shut off the puppet. Carefully setting it aside, you could glance from the corner of your eye Uncle leaving the room with his cold coffee in hand.
The door was closed shut with one hand as the other arm tunneled into the sleeve of your old jacket. Skipping over the puddles from last night, you patted yourself down on the way to the bakery. While the road was a skip away, you still hurried over and found yourself glad to be early enough for no other customers to be in there.
The small bell rang as you opened and closed the glass door again and were quickly greeted by the cabinet displaying various loafs. It always surprised you how much variety a bakery as this one offers and had to keep yourself from buying the delicious-looking buns always as well. You had to spend your pocket money wisely here in Krat.
Your eyes scanned the assortment and unwittingly caught your reflection in the glass cabinet. Hair untidy and bags unfortunately showing under your eyes – it left you a bit annoyed yet ashamed that someone like you already managed to look like a mess in the morning – and even more unfortunate was it that the good baker had already spotted you.
“Morning to you, young lady!”
Turning to the voice, your thinly pressed lips turned upwards. “How may I serve you today?” The mechanical replica of a baker’s hat first feigned to fall – before it was quickly set up on round tin. The puppet had a set of extra rosy and round cheeks that suited his crinkled eyes and bright smile. It fit the picture-book image of a kind baker and you noted that this model seemed to have a wavy mustache alongside a yellow-striped apron.
You couldn’t hold back your giggle as you pointed at your order. With another gleeful and automated response, the tray under the loaves moved akin to an assembly line and the baker puppet took each bread and packed them full of vim and vigor.
The ribbon tied to the paper bag was impeccable as expected. And charming as well, to you at least.
Yet as your eyes fell to the register as you handed the money, another round of irregular footsteps entered the small room. Hurrying from around the corner came yet another figure, made out of flesh and bone as her green eyes darted over to you. She strode forward to the puppet and your shoulders fell. “Four sixty-five, was it not?” Adjusting her glasses, her gaze went up from the goods in your arms to the puppet and back to the register. She tucked a strand hair behind her ear. “So sorry for the interruption, this fella once miscalculated the price of the Ciabatta and, well…” Trailing off, she opened the register herself, took the money out the puppet’s palm forcefully before handing you back the change. “This all, right? The usual?”
Her low tone snapped you back from your trance. “Oh!” You let out and stuck the money back into your pocket, “Oh, yes. Yes, it is, I think. For breakfast.”
“You buy that often, don’t you? For the past month now or so?” Her low voice grew as she shifted her weight to the side, her blue apron swinging as she rested her hand to her hips. She watched you carefully as she waited for an answer.
The baker girl could see your eyes darting to the bread. “Oh, I suppose so. A month now, has it been that long?” You stuttered out and finished with a strained laugh. “Felt short to me.”
“You’re not from here.” Finally, she cracked a sneaky smile, “I can tell.” “Oh,” Again, you laugh as you eye the paper bag. “I am not…you got me.”
Quickly you gazed back to the still and smiling puppet. “The good baker here just served me most of the time…I never noticed any miscalculations or getting less change.” Lips quirking upwards briefly, you looked back to the girl. “I would have said something as well if I got too much change, of course.”
“No worries, I’m sure you’d do. Good ol’ Panetti just started getting math wrong…I have to confess there was a wee accident with flour and water a few days ago.” She gave him a few good pats on his shoulder, the metal resounding, “We’d have to send him to the Workshop Union soon or else I’ll come strolling down every time he deals with a customer.”
“Such things are easy to readjust.” You spoke up, “It’s just to rearrange the number system and have him test out a few math problems. As if he was a school boy.”
As she cocked a brow, you inhaled sharply and licked your lips.
With a quick nod, you stepped towards the exit. “Why, anyway, I must head back. Uncle is waiting for his favorite loaves and I’d best deliver while they are warm.” A fast excuse and you were half-way through the door, holding it open with one foot. Thankfully it was the puppet that approached and held the door open for you. The tiny bell resounded again.
A chuckle was heard shortly after and you turned back to see the girl waving at you. “We are looking forward to your patronage again, good puppet maker!”
Your heart jumped at the title. Yet you could not decipher if it was out of anxiety or excitement.
Yet before your lips could quirk up, a small force bumped into your side.
Looking down, you were met with furrowed, dark eyes glancing up to you before snapping to the voice behind. “Roberto!” A woman called out. “Roberto, I told you to take your sister with you!”
As the young boy’s eyes and yours followed to where she was pointing, both of you saw an even smaller, younger little girl struggling to keep up. The weight of the doll that was half her size kept her back but with the way she fiddled and played with its dark curls, you could deduce that she insisted on taking it with her.
“Roberto!”
“I know, Ma!”
The boy suddenly and vehemently shouted out, you couldn’t help but startle. Those dark eyes that seemed simply brooding when on you, were now actively in a glare at his mother and sister.
“I told you though, I don’t wanna! Girls are stupid!”
Instead of quirking up in a nervous smile, your mouth was pressed into a thin line and your glare mimicked the boy’s. He noticed and let out a much softer ‘Sorry, miss.’ before begrudgingly waving his younger sister to follow. Without another glance, you marched back to the workshop.
The latest event left a sour taste in your mouth.
You tried to hide it when entering the kitchen, Geppetto raising a brow as he prepared you two cups of coffee.
when you wanna post the yandere but have to establish setting and characters first
#lies of p#yandere lies of p#lies of p x reader#lies of p pinocchio#bro why do i have so many scenes for character establishment in my head#BUT NOT FOR THE ACTUAL YANDERE I CREATED THIS FOR#part of me just wants to go wooosh with the plot#but it also has to be nice :( when not nice why write?#pinocchio x reader#yandere pinocchio x reader#fem!reader#pinocchio#can u tell i threw the three italian words i know into this haha#ticking springs
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🍫Dark Chocolate🍫
Yandere Carlo/P x reader
Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death
Reader’s Perspective: 🍫White Chocolate🍫
Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀
Word Count: 2598
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Love… I’ve only heard of it being described in fairytales. Yet my life isn’t a fairytale, it’s reality. I have never received familiar love. My ‘father’ was always so absent in my life that I don’t believe I should even call him a father. I remember reading fairy tales as a child and thinking to myself that I still had a chance to experience love. Until my ‘father’ announced to me the arranged marriage. My hope for love died that day. Of course… I guess I’m just cursed to never experience true love. The day I had to meet the one I was to betroth was a dreadful day. I knew that they were coming from some rich family who dabbled in the vehicle industry. I also knew that their family only were after my ‘father’s’ puppets. This love is fake, under the guise of a beautiful union to cover up its selfish purposes of our parents’ greed for success. Just like white chocolate, its milky white sweetness covers up the fact it’s not actually chocolate.
My ‘father’ and I went to their luxury home to meet. I begged my father to cut off this arrangement. Instead, he went on and scolded me, saying that I was lucky to be marrying someone who’s made ‘perfectly’ for me. I rolled my eyes as we got closer to our destination. At the front door, my ‘father’ brushes off his coat before turning and fixing my hair. The door opens and we’re greeted by Mrs.(last name) and Mr.(Last Name). Behind them, I spot someone around my age hiding shyly. Their (eye color) eyes sparkle and stare at me curiously. Just like they would describe in fairytales. I flush and turn away, reminding myself that this isn’t love. That I didn’t ’choose’ them, that our parents did this out of benefit. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard the most heavenly voice speak.
“Hi… I’m (name), it’s a pleasure to meet you” they said so shyly, it was cute.
I hadn’t noticed I didn’t respond until my father gave me a small nudge.
“Son, it’s not very nice of you to not greet (name) as well.”
I feel the embarrassment flood my body as I realize I have just been staring at (name).
“I’m Carlo, a pleasure to meet you”
From that day on, I knew I had to be careful to not fall for this fake love. I refuse to give my ‘father’ the satisfaction of receiving a successful deal out of this arranged marriage.
As the years passed I could never get rid of (name)’s presence. Always following me around like some lost dog. It was pathetic, their parents must’ve told them to do this. Yet deep down I couldn’t help but enjoy their attention on me. The devotion to follow me everywhere and shower me with compliments. Yet I always remembered that this love isn’t real. It’s just an illusion formed by our parents’ greed. Or at least that was what I thought until the petrification disease spread across Krat.
“Mother! Father! Please! We must take Geppetto and Carlo with us!” (Name) says desperately
I remember standing there as our parents discussed the ongoing pandemic. The (last name) family was planning on fleeing Krat until the disease died down. Yet (name) didn’t want to leave me or my ‘father’ behind. The tears and desperation in their voice as they begged to take us or even stay with us touched the parts of my heart I didn’t know existed. Yet I knew it wasn’t safe for them to stay. So I did what I had to do to protect (name) from this disease. It’s the least I could do to make up for my ignorance and cold behavior toward them.
“Can’t you see you’re not wanted here, (name)? Go! You would be doing me a favor by running off with your family of cowards.” I say in a cold tone, despite the turmoil it caused inside of me.
Seeing their eyes look at me in disbelief and betrayal hurt me more than any weapon could. But I steel myself and push them away to protect them. I’m glad I did because it wasn’t long before I caught the disease myself. Even now as I breathe my last breaths I don’t regret pushing (name) away. Yet I can’t help but mourn over the chance at love. If only I had looked at (name) and not the arranged marriage. Maybe in another life, we could’ve been so much more.
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I had only woken up a few hours ago and followed a voice to the Krat Hotel. No memories or emotions coursed through me. Only an objective to arrive at the Krat Hotel and find my father. The cold rain making my clothes cling to me like a second skin didn’t even bother me. Now here I am standing in the lobby talking to Sophia. I recognize her voice to be the one that led me here. She explained to me where my father was last seen. I took it all in as just information to get me closer to my objective. That was until I heard a sweet voice.
“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“
I stop and stare at the most heavenly person I’ve ever seen. The gears and ergo in my veins move faster. Something deep inside my ergo calls for them.
“I-it can’t be…”
“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P”
Instinctively my hand raises to reach and hold theirs. I wanted to feel their touch and I wanted to hear their voice more. Yet before our hands could touch they pulled away and ran off. I almost wanted to go after them. Something insides me yearns for them, but I remember my objective and turn back to Sophia.
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I had just recently saved my father from the Mad Donkey before bringing him back to the Krat Hotel. Already he assigned me to get rid of the abandoned watchman at the town hall. I arrived back late at the hotel after successfully completing my objective. My father calls me into his office. I obediently arrive and he sits me on a chair before standing before me tiredly.
“Son, I’ve assumed you’ve seen (name) again?”
I nod but I can’t help but be confused. What did he mean by ‘again’?
“I know that seeing your betrothed again may have been upsetting, but do know that they still adore you.“
Betrothed? What was my relationship with (name) before?
“Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”
With that said I stare and nod at my father. Treat them well… if my father commands me, I shall obey.
Over time I notice (name) helping around the hotel. The way they would smile with Eugénie or Sophia when they talked. I wish that their smile would be directed toward me as well. Even the way they would coo and cuddle Spring made me want their attention more. Everything they did was so… perfectly sweet. Just like how I would hear Eugénie talk about chocolate. How it’s the perfect balance of sweet and rich flavors, something I wish to experience as well. As I collected more ergo on my journey I couldn’t help but notice something new about myself. The way my ergo would yearn and sing around (name) or even if they would glance at me for a second. The springs and gears inside of me would creak louder. What is this feeling?
One evening after coming back from my recent journey I couldn’t help but notice a figure heading to the library. My curiosity got the better of me and I followed. I quietly enter the library only to see (name) struggling to reach a book on a high shelf. It was cute seeing them on their tippy toes. I approach them from behind and grab the book easily. As our bodies touched I felt a shock throughout my body. The feeling of their warmth against my cold body was addictive. I wanted more.
“Thank you” (name) barely whispers before grabbing the book out of my hand and running off.
I stare at their disappearing figure with longing. After having this small taste I couldn’t help but want all of it.
The next few days I noticed how (name) was actively avoiding me. It was driving me insane not being able to at least enjoy staring at them doing mundane things. I was more distracted as my ergo was nearly bursting with want. Gemini had made multiple comments on my distracted mind.
“Hey pal, let’s call it quits early today. You seem… distracted. We don’t want you making a slip-up, not to call you sloppy or anything”
I nod before using the stargazer to return to the hotel. As I walked to head back to my father’s office I heard a beautiful melody playing. My feet walked towards the music and as I got closer I could hear the sounds of someone crying as well. Concerned, I turn the corner to the piano and see (name) playing the piano. The tune was beautiful and almost nostalgic. I really liked the melody and walked closer to (name) silently. My body felt like it was moving on its own as I kept staring at (name). Once they finished playing it felt like I was pulled out of a trance. Their crying was all that was left in the room. I couldn’t help but put a hand on their shoulder to comfort them.
“Go away… you’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” they say resentfully
Yet something deep within my ergo told me not to. My body moves on its own and pulls (name) into a hug. It feels like my body has been wanting to do this, that it needed to. I feel (name) relax into my embrace before continuing to cry. All of their grief was laid out before me and I gladly held it all close to me.
From that moment on, (name) had become more softer and affectionate to me. Just as my father said, “They’ll come around”. This love blossomed the more ergo I collected and the more human I felt. Yet that all came crashing down after I came back from the beach. Those flashbacks of Carlo’s memories haunted me. Watching how easily Carlo passed upon (name)’s love until his last moments. It made me feel disgusted with myself. That’s when I promised to never let (name) experience being unloved ever again. So when my journey was coming to an end I laid with (name) one last time before fighting Simon. I promised to never leave them alone again. Our ergo was meant for each other. I whisper my promise to them before departing.
“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”
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I had finally defeated Simon and I stood before my father. He tells me how proud he is and that now I can finally be a real boy for (name). That I could fully love them as I was meant to if only I gave my heart. I nod as my father pulls me close and hugs me for the first time. I smile then I feel the sharp pain of my heart being removed. The last thought I had was of my love for (name).
I wake up once more feeling rejuvenated. My father is staring down at me with a smile.
“Father” I say happily as he helps me up onto my feet.
“Welcome back my son” my father responds joyfully
I hug him tightly as he leads us out of the building.
“Carlo, my son, you remember (name)?”
Instantly my heart is thrumming and I look excited.
“(Name)? Where are they?” I ask eagerly
My father smiles and tells me that they’re at the Hotel Krat, but that I needed to get rid of some pests that reside there with them. My body feels a sudden rush at the thought of making father proud. Before I could rush off to complete Father’s wishes he stopped me.
“(Name) will be very happy to see you again. Finally, you two can be united just as it was always meant to be. I saved this for you two just for this day”
Father pulls out two rings and I slip one on. The thought of having (name) all to myself thrills me. All of their love and affection will finally be all mine.
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Oh, the sounds of beautiful screams fill the halls. What a joyous day for me. Finally, all of the love I deserve is going to belong all to me. I happily walk to (name)’s room, the warm blood and oil speckle my body in beautiful shades of red and black. Slowly I open the door to reveal an empty room. Oh… playing hide and seek now, I love games. I silently search the room until I hear the faintest of breaths exhaled from the wardrobe. It brings a smile to my face. I rip open the wardrobe and pull (name) against me. Their screams are like music to my ears.
“My love~ I promised you I would come back”
I hold them close as I stare lovingly down at them. I love the way their fear makes them look like a cute bird caught by a cat. The way I can feel their heart pounding against their chest. They’re so excited to see me again as well!
“Let go of me! You monster!”
Monster? No, no, they got it all wrong. Why are they being so bitter? Where’s the sweet love from before? I feel them push against me weakly. This isn’t right… they’re supposed to love me. Then I realized maybe they just need to learn. They forgot how to love a human, not a puppet.
“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you, love~”
The tears that spilled from their eyes were so cute. So helpless and vulnerable, just proving that they need me.
“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”
I feel them tremble in my hold before submitting to me. It brings a smile to my face. They only needed some ‘encouragement’ to open up to me again.
“That’s a good spouse~”
I lean close to reward them with a kiss. Suddenly I stumbled back as they smashed a vase against my head. I growl and glare as I watch them run. Fine. If they want to play a game of chase then so be it. I ran after them throughout the hotel. I’m impressed as they managed to run outside, but it’s about time I ended all of these games. I grab their leg before snapping it easily.
“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings.”
Feeling the victory and joy at finally winning. I pull out the matching ring and slip it onto their finger. They’re all mine! All of their love is all mine! I can’t help but pull them into a kiss. They cry louder and it brings me joy.
“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”
(Name) may be bitter now, but I guess dark chocolate takes some time getting used to before it can be fully appreciated.
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Notes: I hope you all enjoy this. I’m also sorry that this fic is way longer than the first one.
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hazbin hotel;
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helluva boss;
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teenage mutant ninja turtles;
yandere! shredder x sibling reader who likes exploring (plat) (2014)
yandere! shredder x sibling reader whos getting used to him (plat) (2014)
yandere! shredder x sibling reader who had a nightmare (plat) (2014)
tmnt x robot that donnie made! reader (plat) (2012)
yandere! shredder x brother reader (plat) (2014)
april x karai; karais injury
shredder confessing to reader who's about to jump (2014)
tmnt x mutant! turtle! reader that was raised by the shredder (2014) (plat)
donatello helping reader who's having a panic attack (2014)
tmnt x sibling! reader who is afraid of spiders (2014) (plat)
tmnt x sibling! reader who has nightmares about shredder (2014) (plat)
scooby doo;
shaggy and scoob x child reader thats afraid of the dark (mystery inc) (plat)
sonic the hedgehog;
headcanons of shadow the hedgehog with a stressed best friend/lover
headcanons of sonic, shadow and silver being your best friend
super hardcore sonadow angst (commission)
dragon ball; characters i write
pan x sibling! reader (plat)
cooler, cell, and krillin with a s/o that sacrificed themselves
broly, frieza, & raditz injuring their s/o while having a nightmare headcanons
overwatch;
hanzo taking care of reader
cuddle headcanons with cassidy, hanzo and junkrat
ana x reinhardt in the snow
you're the 3rd shimada sibling and you all reunite (plat)
ducktales (2017);
pocky game; scrooge x male reader
pool date with fenton (male reader)
louie comforting reader who's going through a really hard time
red dead redemption 1 & 2;
arthur morgan x self harming reader
general relationship headcanons for hosea and dutch with an s/o
stranger things;
billy hargrove x amab! reader fluff
eddie munson x reader angst to fluff
billy hargrove x reader fluff
across/into the spiderverse;
cuddle headcanons with miguel
cuddle headcanons with hobie
lackadaisy;
ivy x female! pianist reader (platonic)
mordecai has a panic attack in front of serafine and nico
disney; characters i write
cinderella, aurora, pocahontas, and moana if their noses grew like pinocchio
fnaf;
glamrock freddy x stressed out reader (plat)
kiss;
i’m in need of love; ace frehley x reader (fic)
ace frehley x pauls sister! reader
eric carr x shy! fem! reader
ace frehley (space ace) x fem! reader that he accidentally abducted
speedin' back to my baby ; ace frehley x reader
slashers;
chucky x depressed! teen! reader (plat)
headcanons of fem! teen! reader having a nightmare about chucky (plat)
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Imagine this...
Honest John had a tough life thanks to poverty. He was smart to make business but his country had taxes for war and other irresponsibilities. He could not make an honest work to make his dreams come true. So, he is a pimp and a mafia member. He works for the Coachman. Involved with trafficking too. He sees you from afar. Young and beautiful. Like any disney heroine. The most beautiful lady ever. Barely an adult. Fresh and attractive. He swoons you to leave home. Your father was protective. Honest John seduced you to elope. He sold you and received five billion dollars for a virgin like you.
With the retirement money, Not only does Honest John still feels incomplete. He feels worse than ever. Guilt and regret. He liked your company. He slept with married women and prositutes.
You never touched him as you were going to be sold. As a virgin
Now, he realized he loves you and wants to rescue you despite facing death in the hands of his much evil boss. The coachman. Not to mention, you hate him now and Honest John apologized and begged you to forgive and trust him to elope for real.
Will you do it? If you snitch to the coachman, you can get revenge on honest John
I got a message for this story I want to write. I do not know. I want to write. But, I am supposed to boycott disney
yandere honest john x human female reader
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