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An Unending CurseI all I knew was that he wanted it. He was willing to kill me to get it, I don’t know why, but he has tried to. I barely escaped death’s kiss when my servants came running in, and there he was with a knife pressed against my throat. He’d be back, and I’d be ready.
A handsome pay would go to anyone willing to be my guardian. Not as many men applied for the job as I had hoped, and the ones that did only showed off their muscles. I didn’t need strength, rather someone with skill.
“How many more applicants?” I asked a maid.
She flipped through her notepad, “Looks like just one, but he’s late.” Fabulous. The man couldn’t even show up to his interview on time and he expects me to hire him as my guardian? What has society come to?
“ Ah, this must be him.” The maid said, looking out the window. I joined her to see who this man was.
Quite frankly, he wasn’t much. A tall, slim young man stepped out of a silver tr
Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader
Staring outside the window you felt yourself befall lost in the blinding white snow that flustered in a flurry, speckling the frozen glass as the humdrums of neighboring passengers on your flight to Russia resounded in the background. [E/c] eyes stared longingly at the flurry of white and grey, this was your first time being in Russia, especially as a work related destination. You were recently hired by a very old and influential family in Russian affairs as a full-time maid and right now you were on your way to meet the head of the house. ‘Well, this will certainly be a change…’ you thought dryly, none too sure if this was the best choice, but what could you do? Leaving from [different country] was the only way to truly change for the better, right?
Before you could ponder on the thought you snapped upright in your seat when the sudden cries of a baby beside you started to fuss about as the plane went into the landing zone. You watched from the corner
Jeff x Reader - Long Time No See 2
Darting through the woods you huffed when you tripped, and nearly fell face first into a pile of mud. Why were you running? Police. Why were the police after you? You may have recently stabbed a guy, and now were running in hopes of not being locked away. A lot had changed since you were little. Your parents had passed away when you were thirteen., you got sent to a foster home at age fifteen after your grandmother passes away, and the story of your outbreak of insanity begun from there.
The home you had been sent to after your grandmother passed away was a cruel one. The only reason you never complained about it was because you feared being placed in an even worse home. Not many foster families like to take care of teenagers. Even fewer wanted to adopt them. Though after one to many beatings, and your evil foster father stabbing to death and frying a kitten you had been caring for right in front of you, you left. It was understandable right? W
Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader 1
Chapter 1: The Marionette of Winter
Toris led you to a car that was parked out front and popping open the trunk he placed your things inside before re-shutting it and opening the backseat door for you, “Um, I-if you will?” he inquired as he waited for you to take a seat. Following his lead you took your seat in the car and buckled up as he closed the door and quickly scurried over to the driver’s side. After readjusting the mirrors he glanced back at you for a split-second before starting the car and pulling out of the lot to who knows where exactly your new life was.
Arriving in front of the mansion you couldn’t help but gape at the giant extent that fell before you in a gigantic mass of artistic prowess. The dark stone like bricks fell well with the hint of hickory wood and mountains of snow that blanketed the manor. Quickly, Toris stepped out from the driver’s seat and went to open the door for you, waiting patiently as you found
Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader 2
Chapter 2: Russia’s Lullaby
He had such a forlorn look etched in his glassy amethyst eyes while the rest of his facial features read that of emotionless beneath the frame of his dusty beige tresses. The paleness of his cheeks were only alit by the light brush of a pink flush that seemed to come from deep within the porcelain of his cold flesh. As you continued to examine the solitary marionette that sat before you, you unbeknownst to you lifted up a trembling hand completely mesmerized by the pure depths of loneliness and sadness that rose from his amethyst orbs, and gently placed it on the side of his cheek. Tears clearly threatening to fall as you could feel the cry from deep within this puppet’s heart, the words slip from your lips before you even have a chance to catch them,
“……….Who are you…?”
It had been days since you last went into that timeless room, but not once had the image of that flawless marionett
Little Bird Chapter Eight (Yandere!ArminxReader)
“N-n-no,” he gasped, watching the blood start to pour from my still form. “That’s too much blood, too much.” He stumbled around clumsily, trying to figure out what to too. “Stop the bleeding, yes, stop the bleeding.”
He grabbed all the sheets from the bed and returned to me. He ripped them into smaller pieces before pressing them to my wound. He applied pressure, just like he had read about so many times, but the blood didn’t slow its escape. His hands shook as he pressed them harder to me.
“It’s not working,” he whispered. “It’s not bloody working!! Damn you bitch!!” he screamed. “Why did you have to do that? Why?!” he was hysterical now, and he leaned down to rest his head against my stomach. “Please, please don’t leave me,” he managed to say between sobs.
He held his face in his hands, trying to concentrate. Growling angrily, he stood and stomped over to the wall. He sma
Little Bird Chapter Nine (Yandere!ArminxReader)
“Good morning love!” I yawned as I woke up next to you. I’d been sleeping with you for the past few nights, not wanting to be away for too long. You still hadn’t woken up, and it worried me. I placed a gentle kiss on your perfect forehead.
It had only been a few days, but I longed to have those (E/C) eyes look at me once more. I missed your voice, your smile. You were so beautiful when you smiled, even when it wasn’t a real one. Even when I forced you too.
I had tried being close to you, touching you and having my way with you, but it just wasn’t the same. It was no fun when I couldn’t hear you begging for mercy, screaming my name out as I brought you closer and closer to your release. How I ached to feel you squirm beneath me again.
I sighed, sitting up in the bed. I looked over at your sleeping form, the way your chest rose and fell ever so slightly with each breath you took. You nightgown clung to your sweaty skin, making
Little Bird Chapter Ten (Yandere!ArminxReader)
The flames flickered in my eyes, burning away the tears I had cried. My face remained emotionless as I watched as the fire spread. The heat made my skin sting, but I welcomed the sensation. It felt as if it were melting my frozen heart. I rose back to my knees and crawled over to the sleeping horse. I gently stroked its mane, alerting it to my presence before clumsily crawling on. I patted its neck, signaling for it to stand. It obeyed, and I clung to the reins, feeling as if I might slip off.
The horse began galloping back towards the Survey Corps headquarters, which I could see in the distance. I tried my best not to look back, but I had to. The entire shed was engulfed in flames, and I was positive that there was no way Armin could survive. I didn't know how to feel about that; I had known and cared for him for so long, but part of me felt relieved as I watched the flames eating away at everything it touched. Maybe one day I would regret what I'd done, but at that moment it fe
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 9“Please, miss, do not be afraid. We only wish to help you.” The boy said, getting down on his knees.
You begin to relax just a little bit. “…We?”
The masked boy nodded, faced the group of trees behind him and waved his arm in a motioning way towards the two of you. Out came another boy the same age as him, but he was in an orange hoody and had a black mask with red eyes and a drawn-on frown. But you could barely see this, though, the moonlight being your own source of light.
“I-I’m Masky, and this is Hoody.” Masky said. He spoke quietly and shy; it was difficult to hear what he said every time he spoke. “We wish to assist you and Laughing Jack.”
You swallowed hard. “B-But…Jack is…d-dead…” you stuttered, trying your very best not to break down into tears again.
Masky shook his head. “He’s not.”
You blink, confused. “…I’m pretty sure he is…”
Plausible Trauma1. Rosa
The scream that erupted from Rosa’s lips could have shattered glass. The uncontrollable shaking of her left hand was almost close to unbearable as she clutched it towards her chest. Heaving deep, hollow, breaths, Rosa successfully managed to roll onto her back so she could stare up at her bare ceiling. Images of Kyurem’s soulless, black eyes bore into her brain and managed to flash before her eyes that made her stifle a throaty sob. The invisible pain that shot up the scar on her left arm only proved to worsen her tragically beating heart as Rosa remembered the way the Ice Dragon’s claws dug into her flesh.
Before another scream could cut itself through her throat, the pain became lighter as Rosa found herself lying on a fluffy, white cloud. A wide smile found its way to her cheeks as she reached outward, as if to grasp the illusion that was befalling her. Sleep caught up to her as he eyelids drooped, an
My Nightmare Before Christmas Part 17Medea's POV
I have no idea what on earth Jack was working on with all of these orange gemstones and gold pieces, but it was certainly keeping him occupied when he wasn't planning for next year's Halloween. Thankfully, he was still busy when Christmas came around the corner, the perfect moment to make my escape to the real world. My first thought was to take the passage from the graveyard, but I would be more hidden if I took the door at that place with the doors Jack called the Hinterlands. I heard him say that if you go through your own door, you come to the real world. Real world. That sounded so familiar, I couldn't put my boney finger on it. But that was where I needed to go, that's where this Mortimer character was, as well as my past.
I knew something was up with the blue girl that night on Halloween. She looked at that boy funny, kind like of the way I did when Master Jack brought home all those sparkly thing from the tree door. I had a bad feeling about those
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