Ok, listen, I knowI said I wouldn’t do existing characters but by golly, I wanted to write about GB Miss Heed. She’s all that’s right for me! And also, while doing this, I was listening to this playlist
DISCLAIMER!Miss Heed does not belong to me, she is an original character from theVillanousseries. However, she is so captivating that I decided to make a fic about the idea of her character. By the way, Miss Heed’s Male Model is based on the drawings of this terrific blog: @yanmaresu
TW: Yandere themes, use of love positions, kidnapping, mind-washing, prison escape, non-canon situations based on an animated series, non-canon scenes.
The bus stopped in front of the high-security prison. It was past noon, I arrived on time as instructed. The sky was cloudy, and a cool breeze was blowing. I decided to come casual: gray long sleeves, black pants, and black high-heeled boots.
Taking a few steps towards the barred entrance, a security guard stops me. It was an elderly man.
“Purpose?”
“Job interview…” I answer in a whisper.
“How?” he asks again.
“Job interview! I’m Y/N L/N,” I say louder and more confidently.
“Let’s see…” he checks his list, “Here you are, go ahead.”
Going through all the security checks, from metal detectors to security checks by hand. One by one, all the way to the hiring office.
“It says here you are Y/N L/N, you are new in town and require employment,” read a uniformed woman wearing glasses, “Why do you want to work at the prison?”
She lowers the report I filled out, looking me in the eye.
“Well, um, I found your request for personnel in the newspaper. That with the new inmates, they require care staff for the inmates,” I explained, “And I’m very efficient when it comes to providing services to people, I have experience being a babysitter-”
A fist struck the table, only to stop me.
“These are notchildren,” her voice was harsh, “These are men and women who have committed heinouscrimes.”
“I-I know-” I replied with a trembling voice.
“Okay, don’t ever compare them to children again,” the woman calmed down, “I need you to sign here, here, and here.”
She handed me a document, reading it carefully it said in one part that the penitentiary is not responsible for injuries to staff or their death.
“Huh…” I said to myself, but I need a job, and this one pays well.
“Great,” she took the paperwork from me, “Hired, you start now.”
I was then handed a jean-colored uniform, it was a jumpsuit and a pair of simple brown boots.
“Something I should know?” I asked rising from my seat, ready to get changed and begin.
“Don’t talk to the prisoners, don’t do anything stupid,” she mentioned, typing on her computer, “You will serve the central cells and the only currently occupied maximum-security cell.”
“Alright,” I quickly added.
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An hour and a half has passed. At the moment I find myself walking around with a cart of food trays and medicine for some prisoners. “Dinner,” I say, passing the trays through the slots in the doors.
I don’t see who they are, and I think it’s better this way. The less I know, the better.
Arriving at my last destination, the maximum-security cell.
With my credential, I gain access to the enclosure. What I saw, was quite… different.
A large empty room, purely made of metal. And in the center, a glass cell. Surely the glass must be thick. Yet it was all illuminated by pink spotlights…?
What was disturbing was the amount of scribbling on the glass. Hearts, hashtags, among others.
In the center was a young man, sitting with his back to the main entrance. His hair was kind of long, straight, and fading. From pastel pink to brown roots. His outfit was pink too, as was his carpet and bed.
What had he done to be here?
“Umm, excuse me,” I interrupted him, I could hear him whispering things, “Dinner.”
At that, his whispering stops and his hand stops drawing on the glass. Turning slowly, he watches me. Brown eyes bore into my face.
“Andwhoare you?” he asks me a little annoyed, but still gentle.
“Merely a-an intern, nothing more,” I reply, taking his tray and bringing it closer to the entrance.
Inserting it, I wait a few moments for him to take it, I don’t want him to drop it and have me in trouble for it.
Without getting up, he crawls to the tray and takes it.
“That uniform is sooo from the last century,” he mutters and then looks up, “Beat it.”
He looks sad to be here, he doesn’t look like a bad guy. He just looks very very lonely.
“I’ll see you around,” I say goodbye before walking away.
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“Today you must enter one of the central cells to provide a prisoner with special medication,” a uniformed man instructs me.
“Understood,” I state.
I’ve already spent three weeks here, I have experience with prisoners already. Except that today I’m instructed to do something different from my day-to-day duties, what can happen.
“Here you go,” I give a bald man his medication, he was restrained in a straitjacket.
“Screw it, pretty girl!” he yelled, deciding to give me a head butt. Boy, did that hurt. To my relief, they had sent a guard with me. It seems this guy is very violent.
On my break, I headed to the bathroom to check on the bruise.
“Damn!” I yell, washing my face, “Ugh.”
I can’t do anything about it, other than put on a band-aid. Continuing my rounds, I was again left with prisoner H-33D’scell.
By the time I accessed the facility, he was lying on his bed. I walked as fast as I could to him, I want my shift to end already.
“Hey, dinner,” I say and before he can see me, I turn to grab the tray.
“You never told me your name,” he mentioned, I didn’t know he was already sitting there waiting.
“Here you go, enjoy,” without another word, I tried to leave.
“You didn’t answer~” he insisted in a sing-song voice.
“…Y/N,” I replied without turning to look at him.
“And that nasty bruise on your forehead?” he observed, “It looks, like, super awful.”
“Just a work accident,” I replied wearily, “If you’ll excuse me-”
He hurriedly approached the glass, banging gently with both fists.
“How about you…if you stay a few more minutes?” his face was so sincere, he looked desperate for conversation. Though considering the previous weeks, he was slowly opening up to a little more exchange of words. We went from a get the hell out of heretopolite greetingstohow was your day?
“I can’t-” immediately his voice interrupted me.
“Yes you can, I know you have 20 minutes left before your shift is over,” he smiled somewhat excitedly…maybe too much.
“This will get me in trouble,” I crossed my arms.
“Oh~ please, pretty please,” his right hand slid down the glass, “Just a few minutes.”
Those brown eyes with dark circles under begged me for company.
“Ugh…” I sighed throwing my head back, “Fine, but-”
“Yei!” he celebrated, “Come on, get closer.”
Without hesitation, I approached him. Even seated, he seemed to be buzzing with excitement. I sat across from him, divided only by the glass. The strange thing about this cell is that it has no cameras…do they think it’s the safest security?
“I don’t think we got off to a good start,” he smiled kindly, “I’m Cec- I’m Heed, Mr. Heed.”
“Heed?” I ask, “That’s your name?”
“What can I say, I’m a star~” he brought his hand to his lip, “Don’t tell me you don’t know me.”
“I’m new in town, so I don’t,” his grin immediately fell apart.
“You’re not a follower of mine? Too bad, you are missing out on so much~” he slowly laid down on the floor, “Although I’m sure the agents have my phone…agh!”
He hit the floor, annoyed. I hope my face doesn’t show him how shocked I am by his drastic change of emotions.
“Tell me, Y/N, do you think I’m attractive?” he sighed, staring at the ceiling.
“For a criminal, you’re…kind of attractive,” I admitted.
“So you actually consider it!” he sat up excitedly, “To you, I look beautiful!”
“Mmm, hey Heed,” I changed the subject, “You have powers? Is that why you got a different treatment?”
At that, he moves closer to the glass.
“You want to see it?” he asks eagerly. I just nod my head slowly, unsure if I really want to.
“Can I have some water?” he holds out his hand, indicating to me that water is necessary. I pass him a plastic bottle I had for myself.
“Well, get ready~” he put some in his hand, showing me, “Now…”
He inhaled deeply and blew the water out. I thought it would splash into, however, it evaporated into a little heart cloud.
“That was cute,” I said, smiling. His face turned a little pink, or am I seeing wrong?
Over the next few days, he would force me to stay longer. Minutes, even hours. We would talk about him, just about him, and sometimes about me. But when we talked about me, he would listen attentively. He doesn’t interrupt me at any point.
Today, however…
“No! No! No!” he shrieked, “Do you have to go already? Why?!”
“Heed, it’s past my time” I stood up, “But look, I have these for you.”
Some time ago they had taken out the markers he had. I decided to get him some new ones and they are his favorite color.
“No way, Y/n…” he covered his mouth with both hands, “You’re beautiful.”
I blushed instantly. Relax, he’s just grateful.
Slipping my hand through the slot in his cell, I handed him the pink markers. His delicate hands gingerly brushed mine. Never at any time pulling me, hurting me, but rather…being gentle.
“See you, Mr. Highness,” I smiled, leaving.
As I was leaving, I met a female scientist approaching Heed’s cell. Her face was covered by a paper bag, over which she wore round glasses.
“Good night…” I quickly read her robe somewhat hidden under a black jacket, “Dr. Flugg.”
“Good night,” she greeted hurriedly, continuing on her way.
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The next day, Heed was erratic. According to what I was told, that’s what happened. I was not allowed to be near him, or anyone else, because of his bad behavior. Passing through the corridors, I could hear screams from his cell. He must have been screaming very loudly for his screams to get through those walls.
Since I finished everything earlier and security is against accessing Heed’s cell, I decided to read files.
“Dull, boring, gloomy,” I said to myself as I flipped through the brown folders, “ Boring- What?”
“Name...Cecil ArmandoKelley…” I whispered, “Security…level 9 type…Power: Vaporization 2,0…”
Just as I was about to read some more, the door handle turned. Alerted by that, I stored all the files as I found them.
“What are you doing here?” asked a guard.
“I was asked to return files,” I lied without hesitation.
“Have you done that?” he asked, to which I nodded, “Get out.”
Nonchalantly, I did.
“Take prisoner H-33D his dinner while you’re at it,” the guard ordered me, “He hasn’t eaten anything in 24 hours.”
That took me by surprise, so I walked quickly to get the tray and ran to his cell.
My card again allowed me to pass.
“Love me…love me…” he whispered, it seemed like we were back to day one, I thought until he heard me come in. Then he turned around, glad to see me.
“Y/N~!” he called in a sweet voice, “It’s you! You came to see me~”
“Heed, what happened to you?” I handed him his food, “No one was allowed to see you, and I heard your screams…”
My sight lifted to the new scriptures in his transparent cage. There were hashtags with our initials, hearts, and phrases like rescue meorlove me.
“What’s that all about-?” I pointed to the doodles.
“Oh, don’t worry about what happened,” he smiled ignoring what I asked, “I just…I had a visit from someone I know and well, it didn’t go as I expected.”
Could it be Dr. Flugg?
“And how are you feeling now?” I asked worriedly, his voice did sound a little hoarse.
“Better since you’re here,” he laughed mirthfully, “Although, I need your help.”
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue with what he had to say.
“You see, I…since we’re very close,” he began, his eyes never leaving mine, “When I was locked up, they took a…perfume from me. Could you bring it to me? I just want a spray, then you can return it so you don’t get in trouble.”
His reasoning is fair, I mean, no one will know if I return it immediately.
“I’ll do anything for you, Mr. Highness,” I replied laughing.
After a risky mission to infiltrate the storage of belongings. In a box labeled H-33D, I found his strange bottle. Round, it looked like it could be used as a bracelet. A pink liquid inside it.
“Here you go!” I said, glad to see his reaction.
“Y/N, you’re like an angel in this horrible place,” he thanked. He instantly placed his bracelet on his wrist.
“It’s nothing,” I replied, “It looks interesting, what does it smell like?”
“Want to try it?” he asked excitedly, “You’ll love it~”
He poured some into his hand.
In that instant, I remembered his file. I remembered that he is in prison for a reason that has to do with his power… Why did he want the perfume so much? Why didn’t he wear it first? It’s always about him first and then the others.
“Um, Heed-?”
Don’t talk to the prisoners… don’t do anything stupid…
“Don’t worry, you’ll feel great afterward~” he took advantage of the slit still being open, and he blew me a kiss.
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“Hello to all my dear followers! It’s me, Mr. Heed!” he smiled on screen, after making a heart gesture with his hand, “I’m back and I have wonderful news!”
He looked much better now. Made up with pink hearts around his eyes, mascara, and his pink contact lenses. His outfit had changed too, now it was more flamboyant. Finally, his hair was completely pink, just like before. On his head decorated luminous headphones.
He pulled the H/C girl close to his side so that she could also be seen on screen.
“Today is a very happy day, for we have a very special guest! Give her a welcome full of lovesto my girlfriend, Y/N~” he kissed her on her cheek. The girl just smiled, happy on the outside.
“And now that I’m back,” he laughed, “I’ll be updating my instagram account with pictures of my beloved girl here.”
“Oh! Heed!” she blushed, hiding her face in the young man’s neck.
“And also,” his tone turned threatening, “I have new plans for the future~”
Here is a short list of questions to Lorien, the antagonist of my story “Paracosm”.
questions will be answered through roleplay!
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Affection:How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
“Hmm,” he thought aloud, “I’m a sucker for holding hands and warm hugs, I’d even rest my head on her lap or shoulder.”
He turns to look at Y/N, who is standing far away.
“But if she doesn’t want me to touch her,” his voice became quiet, a low hushed whisper with a somber tone, “She’ll make me force my hand, not to worry, I’m not fond of hurting her.”
Blood:How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
“Messy, huh?” his gaze shifts elsewhere, “Blood is not my thing, I’m not a quarrelsome one. Although, one can be messy with wordy assaults. Ooh, now that’s my ground.”
He smiles tenderly.
“Luckily my opponents are limited and of poor quality,” he sighs, somewhat wearily, “However, it’s a little easier to convince her that I’m her best option.”
Cruelty:How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
“Abducted is not the word I would use,” he immediately cut in, “But after…that, she would get all the attention she deserves.”
His hand stroked the hair of the sleeping girl in his lap.
“She didn’t have the life she wanted,” he whispered, his fingers daintily combing through the locks, “She wasn’t always happy, she wasn’t always at peace. I’ll give her all that and more.”
His gaze lifts from the young woman, returning to the front.
“I think I sometimes mock the world she knew, but of her, I do not mock,” it was hard to read his expression, but his undertone was plausible.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
“Well, without her consent it sounds a little harsh,” he laughs softly so as not to wake her up, “She often doesn’t want to listen to me, although it’s easy to persuade her. She thinks she makes the decisions alone, I’d say she has a bit too much of my…meddling.”
“So no, I don’t force her into anything,” a threatening whisper he gave at the end.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
“All of it,” he replied quickly, without much thought.
“There’s nothing I don’t-” he seems to remember something, as he pauses in his words, “There’s not much I don’t reveal to her, I reveal to her only what is necessary.”
At the second question, he becomes more thoughtful. It takes him a few minutes to answer.
“If vulnerable to you is letting my guard down and accidentally leaving loose ends,” his voice sounded hesitant, “Then yes, sometimes I am vulnerable with her. That then costs me a lot of sacrifices I made, I despise it.”
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
“Isn’t she a cute little thing?” he asked, the girl in question not to be found nearby, “She’ll try, I’m sure of that. She’s smart, no doubt about it. I’ve caught her hiding things.”
He looked around trying to make sure she wasn’t close enough.
“And if she tries anything, I wouldn’t be surprised,” he rested his chin on both hands, “Of course, I don’t want her to, you know how hard it was to get her here? Although I see it coming, I’m not happy about that at all.”
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
“I do like games,” he chimed in eagerly, “Only if I know the rules, obviously. I don’t like not being in control.”
“What I feel for Y/N is not a game, I don’t want her to believe that,” his hands clenched into fists, “The game lies entirely in when she’ll realize…everything.”
He was silent for a moment, static faintly beginning to ring.
“Hm? sorry, I got distracted for a moment,” he waved his hands in front of his face trying to get back to the conversation, “Oh~ Such a question. It would undoubtedly be very entertaining to see her try to run away, but I hope she can rest assured that I’m not one to lose easily.”
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
“Huh, that one I can’t answer,” he said honestly, “Let me read the script.”
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
“Oh~ I thought this question would never come~” he clapped his hands excitedly, “Oh, this may be long and- You know what? I’ll sum it up for you.”
“Well, first of all, I want to win her affection. It looks easy, from what I’ve studied through books and movies,” he admitted, “I mean, I think I know what her ideal type of man is, and that’s already a big step forward.”
“Second, I want her to never stray from me, I see us getting very close in the near future~” he smiled but there was something else there, “Many times I sat and pondered the idea of…children, eugh, sorry but I’m repulsed by those little creatures. I don’twant them.”
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
“Jealous? What is that” he asked, “Is it a disease? Is it contagious? Why would I lose my temper when I’m sick?”
“Lorien,” approaches the young woman, “That’s an emotion.”
“Oh,” he beckons the girl closer, “Tell me more.”
Y/N then whispers things to him.
“I get it…” he took in all the information, “Thank you, darling.”
“No, I don’t think I’m jealous,” he shifted his gaze back, “Yet.”
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
“Isn’t it obvious?” he sighed sweetly, “She’s everything to me, so I’m as gentle as I can be.”
Again, he made sure she wasn’t around. Leaning toward the camera, he whispered.
“Although she can sometimes, heh…get on my nerves with a lot of questions and-” he took a deep breath, “There are times when I can lose my temper, but I don’t mistreat her! I just…prefer to keep quiet or be short on answers.”
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
“Considering her life back in…” he realizes he is giving a lot of information so he starts coughing to rearrange his words, “I think the best way is to make her feel at home, although, of course she is at home.”
At that he laughs a little, as something strikes him as comical. However, he says nothing.
“Also…give her things that will surprise her,” he said thinking about his future options, “ In short, I think being attentive to her and impressing her each time.”
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
“I think with mine I was colder, but they were all like that,” he rolled his eyes, “Nothing personal, but they didn’t deserve to be around me.”
Noises are heard in the bathroom, a shower, and then soft humming.
“With her, I found out I don’t have to be cold all the time,” he smiled, “I think my colors change. With her I’m different, I feel different.”
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
“Even though I don’t want to,” he sighs mournfully, “I lock her in the house or in some room. I wait for her to finish her tantrum and yelling, then I let her out with a warning.”
At that, he crosses his arms over his chest.
“I think if that gets worse, I’ll be forced to make harsherpunishments,” he sighed wearily, “Why can’t she understand that what I do, I do out of love?”
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
“Well, let’s see,” he said counting on his fingers, “No going out, no running away from me, no going places without me, no thinking about running away, no doing things on her own, no avoiding my love, no-”
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
“As patient as I can be,” he sighed in exhaustion, “It’s just, she’s ever so curious! It’s difficult getting things done, you know what I mean?”
One hand pushed his hair back, trying to stay calm.
“She’s always asking questions, going places she shouldn’t, o҉b҉s҉e҉r҉v҉i҉n҉g҉,” he noted all, his voice distorting in the process, “If onetries to keep up a lie, it’s hard to do so when another is looking for the truth.”
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
“…” he said nothing initially, thinking about such scenarios. What would happen if she succeeds? What if she escapes? Or worse…dies?
“She…” he began, inhaling deeply, “If Y/N manages to leave, I wouldn’t be able to forget her. I mean, she’s all I know, she’s all I want. And I never give up. I’d look for her again, bring her back, and do it ALLover again. Everything.”
He gave another pause, exhaling everything in his lungs.
“If she dies…I wouldn’t forgive myself, and that also means ˙ɹǝɥʇıǝ ǝsɹǝʌıun ǝɥʇ ǝʌıɓɹoɟ ʇ,uplnoʍ I”
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
“Funny question,” he chuckled, “No and no. ”
He hears a door open and close, Y/N seems to have stepped out into the garden.
“I don’t feel guilty, not at all,” his gaze was piercing, “And I’ll never let her leave. I don’t want her to leave. Now I’m letting her out into the yard only because I’m answering these questions ǝɯ ɹɐǝɥ oʇ ɹǝɥ ʇuɐʍ ʇ,uop I puɐ, otherwise I wouldn’t let her out.”
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
“No one I’ve ever known is like this,” he thought for a moment, “Nothing I experienced in life taught me this… mindset. I think just looking for companionship and finding it in her was enough to bring out this side of me…I can’t really explain it.”
He leaned back, resting his back against the couch mattress. Lifting his gaze upward, he said.
“I just know I love her.”
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
“When Y/N cries, it makes me want to hug her tight and kiss the tears away,” he put his hand on his chin, “When she screams, it makes me want to lock her up until she realizes that’s wrong.”
He sighed, thinking it best not to be upset about the times she yelled at him.
“Um…when she locks herself up or pulls away from me, it makes me want to spy on her,” he said in realization that that’s what he wants to do, “So I could know why without asking her.”
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
“Uh…classic what?” he asks, confused by the term.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he indicates after a few seconds of thought, “But I hope I’m…different.”
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
“None, of course,” he indicated seriously, “No matter what she says or does.”
He hummed, his voice deep and thoughtful.
“I think the only thing she might take advantage of is when…I get careless,” he confessed, “There are times when I have things to attend to and, well, I leave her alone for a few moments. Ugh, we’ve had a few…incidentsalready. I don’t blame her, but rather myself for not seeing it coming.”
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
“I don’t want her to suffer,” he objected, “But there are times when, as I mentioned before, sheforcesmyhand and what else can I do?”
His fingers began to rhythmically tap his right leg.
“I don’t want her to hate me,” her voice sounded so sincere, “She’s incomparable, it’s just that sometimes it’s too much for both of us and-”
He inhaled again, releasing the air as slowly as he could.
“I don’t want to ground her, but sometimes I have to.”
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
“She’s delicate,” he expresses, “Weak, if you will.”
He places both hands together in his lap, cocking his head to one side.
“Obviously all my worship centers on her as if she were a divine being, and regardless of her not being divine to the universe,” he pauses, “Y/N is divine to me.”
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
“Boy, was that a good question,” he laughs a little, “I have, uh, rather we have a lot of time to ourselves. So I’ll try to be as patient with her as possible, after all, she must feel comfortable with me.”
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
“Heavens, no!” he almost got up from the couch, “Never! I don’t even want to think about it!”
He stood up nonetheless, pacing the room.
“If she stops being her, oh…” he brought both hands to his face, “I don’t want to lose her, that’s why I’m as gentle as I can be. She is such a delicate being, physically and mentally. Why would anyone destroy the essence of the one they adore?”
TW: yandere themes, kidnapping, use of chloroform, stalking, manipulation of information, mild depression
Based on the music video “Pity Party” by Melanie Martinez
Happily, she dashed out to the mailbox in front of her house. Excited she was, it was finally her birthday.
Y/N had been planning the whole thing for months! The decorations, the food, who would be there, every single detail. The street was completely empty. No vehicles were to be seen. A cool wind greeted her, the sun was covered by clouds. Yet that didn’t discourage her.
Although she didn’t tell anyone about her party, she wanted it to be a formal invitation by letter. So today, one daybefore her birthday, she mails the letters.
Satisfied with the pastel pink envelopes wrapped by a red string, she returned indoors.
He spotted her returning to the house. Slyly, he approached the mailbox. Yanking it open, he took all the letters and closed the can again.
Casting a glance at the house, he smiled to himself. She deserved the best gift of all.
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The night turned to day, and Y/N could not contain her enthusiasm.
“Now I should get ready!” she celebrated, the entrance to her house featured a sign that read .
The room was filled with pastel-colored helium balloons and pink ribbons. Party shades on the coffee table and light blue plastic cups. Trays with pizza and sandwiches were there as well. She even bought her own cake.
“Ah, let’s see,” she thought aloud, “I’ve got everything ready…I just have to get dressed.”
Quickly she ran to the staircase.
On the second floor, she entered her room. Pink walls and white furniture decorated the scene. And in front of her bed, hanging above a standing mirror, was her F/C dress.
She tailored it herself. It was a beautiful F/C tulle dress, fell above the knees, and had a lovely sweetheart cleavage. Stars and sparkles decorated the dress. Layers and layers of fabric rolled out from under the skirt, creating a fluffy look.
“Oooh~ It’s my party and I laugh if I want to, laugh if I want to~” she sang as she put on her dress and makeup for the occasion, “I wonder what gifts I’ll get?”
Looking at her reflection, she applied mascara and blush. She was pleased with the result on her face. She had been practicing for months how to apply makeup for this precise moment.
“Hmm~ hm~ hmm~” he hummed softly as he stirred the mixture in the bowl. He was preparing a chocolate cake recipe. His counter was a complete mess; flour, and eggshells everywhere. He wasn’t the tidiest cook, but the results were worth it. Nor was he the best baker around, but for her, he practiced for months and months. Today was an important day.
Wearing his white apron, he turned to the calendar and sighed happily. The day has finally arrived.
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Sitting in the living room, she waited. At any moment the guests would arrive.
Everything was in place. Everything was ready. Everything was going to be perfect for her birthday.
However, it was very quiet in her home…
“While I wait…” she rose from her seat, approaching her radio she had prepared for the occasion, “Time will pass faster with music.”
Returning to her original seat, she continued to stare at the door.
“Any minute now,” she whispered.
Tick, tock, tick, tock went the clock. With each passing minute, she slipped to the floor. It was tedious. It had passed far too many hours already, where were her friends?
“Maybe they are about to arrive,” she said to herself.
Her gut began to turn, but she told herself it was excitement…yes…that’s what it was.
The egg timer above the oven counted the seconds rapidly. He just watched as the dough puffed up amidst the heat. His eagerness forced him to glance at the clock every so often.
“I guess I should have started earlier,” he sighed, tired of waiting and resting his head gently between both hands. He figured he wasted time as he watched the cards burn in the fire on the stove when he arrived at his house. He couldn’t help it, those…people…they didn’t deserve to be around her a second longer. All so fake.
Standing up, he went to his living room. Over the fireplace was a small picture. With golden flowered frames. It enclosed a picture of a girl, h/c and e/c. She looked lovely.
“Don’t worry, dear,” he whispered to the framed photo, “I willbe at your party~”
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It was already past noon.
The balloons were slowly losing their helium. Already there were flies flying over the food. Even her dress was getting a little wrinkled.
“Ugh!” she jerked up abruptly from the couch, “This must be a mean prank!”
She thought maybe someone would have left her a voicemail, yeah, surely that’s what it is. Maybe they’d have let her know they’d be late.
Picking up the phone, only the sound of silence greeted her. There was no message, there was nothing.
“Hm,” she sighed wearily, dropping the phone. She didn’t care if it hit the floor.
“Did my invitations disappear?” she sobbed a little, “Why did I put my heart in every cursive letter?”
The sobbing morphed quickly into crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks. With both hands, she attempted to stop them. She couldn’t understand what she did wrong, she always did everything she could to fit in.
“I even told them the decorations in pastel ribbons,” looking up, she saw her reflection in the mirror hanging above the telephone table.
She looked awful. Makeup smeared all over her face. Her hair was all matted and tangled.
So much effort for nothing…
Pink icing covered the cake. A spatula helped to keep everything neat. He continued his work as a pastry chef, as he still had to visit her. But to be honest, he wasn’t doing a hundred percent great.
“Damn-” he cursed when a bit of the top decorating wasn’t turning out the right way, “I can fix it.”
With a frosting-filled sleeve of light blue icing, he wrote neatly in cursive letters.
Glancing again at the clock, he saw that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.
“Better late than never,” he whispered adding the final strokes, “I think it’s done.”
He grabbed a box he had prepared and placed the cake inside. Wrapping it with a lavender ribbon. He ran back and forth, taking off his apron and getting dressed. Mainly he made sure to have his…other arrangements ready for later.
And he left on his way to her house.
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Popped balloons, severed ribbons, trays of food strewn on the floor, and a smashed cake on the living room table. A scene that portrayed…frustration, to say the least.
The afternoon crept slowly by, a horrible day without a doubt.
Cries echoed through the house.
Y/N was lying on her bed. Lying curled up, she was trying to relax after the outburst she had in the living room.
“Well, to clean up,” sitting down on her bed, she said.
Leaving her room, she detoured first to the bathroom. The dim yellow light illuminated a dark room. The mirror again showed she had smudged mascara and lipstick.
“Today was horrible,” she continued looking at herself in the mirror, “Not my best birthday.”
Tears again trickled down.
“I-it’s not fair,” her voice lacked strength, “I-I just wanted today to be special…”
Turning off the lights of his vehicle, he parked. Night had already fallen. It was totally dark. From his seat, he could see that the light in her bedroom was on, as was the light in the living room.
Without saying anything, he gets out of the car and enters the house. Luckily for him, the door was unlocked. He then thought that she had forgotten to lock it.
“Isn’t she the most forgetful? What would you do without me, honey~” he said in a low whisper. He looked carefully at the entrance, filled with balloons and a beautiful handmade sign.
Then he continued on his way to the living room.
“Oh,” he gasped in surprise at the sight of the mess, “Poor thing.”
He bent down to the floor to pick up the trays, reached for a broom to sweep a little, and grabbed the crushed cake.
“Mine’s better,” he said, tossing this one into the trash can.
“Ugh…” she sighed after blowing her nose with a handkerchief, “Well, at least I have enough food for dinner.”
Heading down the stairs she noticed something…The living room seemed cleaner.
The further down the steps she went, the more she could see. There was no trace of the chaos created by her down here. Approaching the front door, it was locked. So everything was in order, she had locked the door, as she remembered.
“Huh, weird,” she turned toward the living room once more.
She froze instantly.
A pink frosted cake with light blue cursive lettering:
She said nothing but walked over to the cake. It was pretty, yes, but that didn’t take away from the sense of unease of the situation. There were six candles around the edge, most likely for a more decorative purpose. However, these were unlit.
She stood noticing her surroundings. What happened here? Who-?
“Happy birthday~” whispered a voice, deep and masculine, “Oh my, you look so pretty in that dress.”
The person was standing behind her, yet she couldn’t turn around from shock. She was glued in place and through her body ran a tingle of anxiety.
Who was this person?
“I know you spent weeks making it,” the person laughed, footsteps echoing closer, “And it turned out rather heavenly.”
She swallowed hard. What could she do in a situation like this?
“Do you like it? I made it myself,” hands gently rested on my tense shoulders, “Too bad no one came to your party, but don’t worry, I did.”
it was that time of the year, when the purge was about to start. Every yandere was preparing to take home their darling, while each darling was hoping and praying that they won’t be caught, while you on the other hand just bought the new home security system. Everything was fine until you hear the fated sirens letting you know the purge was about to begin. Then suddenly the power went off everywhere in the city, then you hear it a knock on your door.
Reve is a dream demon who prefers to be far from the underworld. He roams the land of the living in search of hosts. He feeds on the fear he spreads in dreams. But that is not enough to satisfy his hunger. He inflicts bad dreams on those he stalks, but youare something else. He believes he has finally found an eternal home.
- How You Met Him
♡ Usually, the guests he takes are easy to frighten. Their dreads are oh so delightful. One or two nights are enough.
♡ You were like any other host. The first night was different, though. Yes, he induced a nightmare, but your fear…it was bitter. It was no pleasure for him. However, that didn’t stop him.
♡ Day after day, your screams and cries did not provide the results he wanted. That was frustrating. What was wrong with you?
♡ In the second week, which by the way is already a longer period of time for him, you did something unexpected. You did not sleep. You did not reach REM state, you did not dream.
♡ That intrigued him. Now you have his undivided attention.
♡ He didn’t know how you did it, but it was a matter of waiting. He’ll get you. No one lasts long without sleep. Let alone you.
♡And when you finally arrived, you didn’t look very happy to be here. Perfect. Maybe you just needed time. Yet…that night wasn’t sweet either. All day long, he thought of ways to get what he needed, he won’t give up so easily.
♡The next night, he thought of a new strategy. If your fear is sour, what about your happiness? Change the perspective a little. Maybe if he made you feel comfortable, safe, and happy…he could take advantage of that.
♡ The moment you had fallen asleep, he initiated his plan. Boy, did it work, maybe it worked too well…so well that now he doesn’t want you to leave.
♡ Time passed quickly, night after night. He couldn’t help but feel unhappy every time you left. He realized that he loves being with you, doing things with you, being the only one who has you. Unfortunately… you found out something you shouldn’t, but it’s not your fault, he let you wander around alone…
Salem is a young man who possesses the art of modern magic. He is a born caster, originating from a family of sorcerers. Being the second born, he has an older sister and a younger sister. He lives with his extended family, in a magical house that is molded to their needs. They all work in a secret business, in which they take advantage of their abilities and offer their occultist services to those who seek them. His world, although surrounded by magic, has no color. It’s boring, no one understands him. That is until youcome along. You are not his first girlfriend, but you will be his wife.
- How You Met Him
♡ The first time he saw you, he couldn’t help but be curious about you. And he could tell that you liked him from the first moment you met him.
♡By asking you out on dates, he realizes that you really are someone who is genuinely welcoming. You’re someone who listens, even when you don’t understand what’s going on.
♡ Consulting his sister Larissa’s fortune-telling cards, the future that awaits you both looks bright. But his sister warns him that if he hastens the course of destiny, everything will fall apart. As if she has any idea who you are or what you look like.
♡We are all fools in love. It’s really the phrase that describes it all.
♡ He tries to win your affection as soon as possible, so he can then have you all to himself. But you’re a little shy to walk down the love lane, aren’t you sweetheart? Don’t worry, he has the solution.
♡He uses his skills to fashion talismans. These talismans will…help you fall deeply in love with him. Of all kinds: necklaces, necklaces, rings, hair clips, earrings. The one you wear the most is his rose quartz necklace.
♡The first few times you felt dizzy, but he told you it was nothing. He would explain that you probably weren’t drinking enough water or something like that. You believed him…not by willful choice.
♡ Every time he returned home, he would tell his sisters how he spent the day with you. They believed it was really all fake, given his previous relationships.
♡ That was until his mother found out about you, she then had a talk with Salem. He then explained everything to her, including…the gifts. She seemed glad that finally, after several failed relationships, her son listened to her advice on using his magic to his advantage.
I want to give you flowers, I want to spend hours writing letters for you and send you paragraphs on how important you are to me.. I really need you..I know I tell you that you mean so much to me a lot but do you really understand that I mean it? Do you know to what degree I care about you? Can you imagine what I mean when I say I would doanything for you? Youre always so sweet to me.. Do I truly deserve you? Heh.. Even if I dont.. I wont let you go now. I will never let you leave. Its not like youd ever want to leave me in the first place, right?<3
TW: Yandere themes, kidnapping, stalking, unhealthy love, obsession, based on an existing story.
A veil of fog covered the field, nothing could be seen. Nothing but the mysterious white mist. However, the inhabitants of the valley could hear, among the mountains, the screeching of machinery. Incessant screeching and running gears. If one looked out of one’ s window, and watched closely, one could see the silhouette of a moving fortress. Slowly making its way through the green meadows on the outskirts of the town.
Further down, the town slowly awakens. Stores open, the train emerges from the tunnels under the city and voices are heard.
“The daily newspaper! War breaks out up north!”
“Buy fresh bread! Fresh from the oven!”
“Ladies, come in! For we have the best quality fabrics!”
Among the stores in the center, there was a very special one. It was a headwear store, the most prestigious for producing the finest hats.
A tall, two-story building. Its red walls attracted the attention of the villagers. And in the smallest room of the store, a young woman was working.
She afforded a good view, for her window overlooked the meadows and the mountains in the distance. Sitting, her skilled hands worked with thread and needle. Stitching details on hats, making each one different and unique. In her childhood, she had learned to sew from her mother.
That is how she discovered her passion for fashion.
She worked in silence, while female voices could be heard from the other room. Some were saleswomen, others were buyers. However, they were all talking about the styles of each garment.
Knock! Knock!
The young woman’s concentration was interrupted. Yet, she was not bothered.
“(Y/N)? Are you already working?” asked a woman in her mid-40’s, “Don’t you want to go out to breakfast with us? We can close up store for a few hours.”
This woman was Lady Farnsworth, the owner of the shop where (Y/N) worked. Tall, elegant, brown-haired and slender.
“No,” the young woman politely declined, “I want to finish these. You all go and have fun.”
“All right, have a great morning,” her boss replied, walking away.
Only when they were all leaving, one of them shouted with excitement.
“It’s Belmont! That’s his castle!” she pointed out the window, the other girls were shocked at the blonde girl’s discovery.
The chatter about hats changed to the mage’s wandering castle. We all know who he is.
They say he is a sorcerer whom no one recognizes, his face and personality change with each version of the story. The only thing that remains the same in every retelling is his particular taste for beautiful, young women. For it has been said that every woman he is interested in, receives gifts and is blessed with good luck. Another thing does not vary either, and that is the disappearance of the young women who were once his companions. No one knows where they disappear to, no one knows if they are still alive.
That is why they call him the mage of hearts, as it is believed that he feeds on the hearts of those who love him deeply.
(Y/N) looked out of her window, watching the castle disappear in the mist.
“Oh, what a pity,” said one.
“Did you hear what happened to Chiara? They say he tore her apart and-” the voices trailed off along with the story. They all know what a danger that man, or being, is. But they do not fear.
The girl with (H/C) locks arose from her seat, stretching a little. Since her inspiration had been halted, she might as well take a quick break.
She surveyed her work table. Hats, threads, fabric flowers and feathers were scattered all over the place. She sighed, grabbing her own hat and heading out the door.
As she stepped out into the building’s central courtyard, a shadow of airplanes cast a shadow over her. And yet she didn’t look at the sky, since she didn’t want to preoccupy her mind with the idea of bombings in the city.
To exit the building, she had to walk through the store to the front door. On her way, she caught her reflection in a mirror. Stopping in her tracks, she looked at herself for a moment. With a smile, she analyzed her appearance before leaving.
She was wearing a red dress below her knees, with long sleeves, and a black bow at her neck. Her hair was tied up in a braid, to keep it from falling over her face as she worked. And of course, her hat. Which was colored cream with hand-embroidered daisy flowers.
A casual outfit for a casual day.
The bell on the door announced the young woman’s departure, but of course, all the women had already left and there was no one left.
Outside, crowds of people lined the streets. There would be a parade in the main street, bidding farewell to the soldiers on their way to war. While it was a joyous moment, she knew it would not last long. Overhead, light aircraft were deployed in parade formation as well. Their engines announced their swift passage through the clouds.
Everything else aside, the city was moving normally. Tractors, trains, cars, all were moving at their normal pace. A lot of smoke was coming out of the chimneys, as well as from the mentioned means of transportation.
(Y/N) ran quickly when she saw that a tram was about to depart. With luck, she reached the passenger compartment. Nevertheless, there were too many people and she had to stand on the door step of the vehicle. Holding on tightly, she began her journey.
The bell rang, indicating the start of the tour.
While she was outside, she couldn’t help it anymore and raised her gaze to the sky. There were more planes than cars, the noise was incessant. Flags were unfurling in the sky and some buildings. The whole town was supporting the local kingdom, repudiating the neighboring kingdom. And all this started because of the disappearance of the prince. Can you imagine? Starting a war for losing your son. Complete madness.
The people didn’t seem to realize that it was really crazy.
Crossing almost the entire city, I arrived at my destination. The railway station was crowded. I got off and started walking, I have to get to my sister’s as soon as possible.
I decided to take shortcuts, through the narrow streets and alleys. There was the occasional soldier walking around, but I managed to avoid them. Being around armed men gives me an edge of fear, I can’t quite put my finger on why.
Walking down stairs between the corridors, I could hear the laughter and exclamations of the citizens. The parade looks not far away. Remembering that Sadie left me the address of her new job, I reach into my pocket quickly for the piece of paper. To my luck, I find it and unfold it. My sister’s elegant handwriting is unique.
It only says the address of a street and it already looks like a letter made by the king himself. Sadie is very consistent with her personality and lifestyle. I admire her for that.
“Hm, that’s weird…” I think out loud, trying to find the street written, there was no indication in this area. The houses had no numbers and didn’t seem to be occupied at the moment.
My eyes are glued to the paper again, neglecting the road.
It is then that my world collides, literally. I didn’t see the young soldier in front of me, so I couldn’t stop in time. He was tall, blond, light-eyed. He looked like a decent man.
“Ooh, looks like you got lost, little mouse,” he says to me with a smile on his face.
Never mind, he’s a disgusting degenerate.
“No…” I hesitate a moment to find my voice, “I’m not lost.”
“But you look lost,” he tries again. As if from thin air, his partner appears at his side, perhaps they were standing guard together.
“I’ll buy you a cup of tea, how about it?” the blond said.
“N-no, my sister is waiting for me-” I try to walk away, retreat.
“This little mouse is very cute, I must admit,” said his companion, a more adult man than the first.
It can’t get any worse. Two men, asking questions and making out-of-the-ordinary comments. Not leaving me alone…
“How old are you?”
“Do you live around here?”
“Please, let me through!” I demand, now I’m really annoyed by their attitude.
They, instead of moving away, leaned closer to my height. They were intimidating.
“See? No girl likes your mustache,” laughed the first soldier, hugging the other by the shoulders.
What can I do to get out of this?
Just as I was about to be asked more questions, a set of footsteps echoed behind me. My fear was that it was another soldier and I would have to deal with three men who don’t know how to take a NO from a young woman.
However, a gentle and serene voice comes to me.
“There you are, darling. Sorry I took so long. I’ve been looking all over for you~” a hand rested on my right shoulder. Turning my gaze slightly, I see a large ringed hand. And against my back, I felt the warmth of a torso.
Both soldiers see the person standing behind me.
“Hey, we’re busy here,” says one of them, somewhat irritated by the presence of this stranger.
“Oh yeah? I thought you guys were leaving already,” the stranger said calmly, but under that tone, anger could be detected. And with a wave of his hand, both soldiers began to march off into the distance.
The hand returns to its place on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“Don’t hold a grudge against them, but be careful next time,” his voice rang so close to me. All I do is turn my head toward the stranger.
And I finally see him. Taller than me, thin, pale skin, brown hair a little wavy and over his shoulders. The striking thing about him were his eyes, light blue like the sky in April.
His clothes were casual. A white blouse, a lavender jacket over it, and dark blue pants. With some pieces of gold jewelry and emerald stones.
Seeing that I gave no reaction, he continued talking, bending a little to my height.
“Where are you going? I’ll be your escort~” his smile appeared friendly, so my nerves relaxed a little more.
“J-just to the bakery,” I stated with a slightly cracked voice.
“Alright,” he said lowering his arm from my shoulder and taking my hand, “Don’t freak out, but I’m being chased.”
“Huh?” I whispered as he did.
“Act normal,” he gave my hand another gentle squeeze.
He put my hand on his arm, like any escort, and walked me slowly. My free hand remained on my chest at all times, my heart was pounding. So much commotion for just one morning. Whilst we were walking, I could feel his gaze on me from time to time. As if he was waiting for me to give some indication of discomfort.
Behind us, suddenly, extra footsteps were heard. Several extra footsteps, it kind of resembled a crowd.
“Forgive me,” he whispered with a smile on his face, “I got you involved.”
He quickened his pace just as I was about to turn to see who was following us, and we began to run hand in hand. In front of us, slimy black creatures appeared from between the walls. They wore white hats and shoes.
“This way!” he exclaimed, turning a corner, walking toward the parade crowd. However, more creatures sprouted from the walls in the distance, cornering us.
“Hold on tight,” he instructed, bracing his hand under my waist and taking a big leap upward.
Seemingly as if by magic, they both flew up to the sky. I could see the whole town from here. The cool breeze blew my dress and his jacket. I kept my legs bent while he seemed to keep walking without difficulty.
“I need you to relax, and keep walking,” he explained very close to my ear as the wind made it impossible to speak. I did as he asked, stretched out my legs and walked. Standing next to me, he took both of my hands and raised them to the level of my head.
“See? It’s not that hard,” he chuckled a little, trying to see my face. I kept my composure as much as I could, after all, this was an unusual day.
With each step we slowly descended to the ground, but not before passing over a few rooftops. The view was wonderful, everything looked like a dream.
He leaned towards me again.
“Very good,” he whispered to me. I replied with a friendly smile. People did not look like they saw us walking in the sky.
I was able to identify the large bakery building a few meters away. The young man continued his harmonious pace until he reached the balcony at the very top. Once there, he carefully helped me to step onto the railing and regain my balance on solid ground. Then he landed as well.
His hand slowly let go of mine, tenderly caressing it.
“I’ll try to keep them away from here,” he told me, “Stay inside a while longer before you leave.”
Impressed with this stranger, I smiled in disbelief at what had happened only minutes earlier.
“Yes,” I replied short of breath, albeit happily.
“That’s my girl,” his eyes softened at the sight of my smile and he beamed as well. Before leaving again, he gave a quick bow and jumped backwards into the street. Falling slowly. Worried that he had jumped from the top floor of the building, I ran to the balcony to check on him. But I couldn’t see him anymore, he had disappeared.
In the main dining room, people were all over each other. It was as crowded as any place in town during this parade. Sadie found herself catering to thousands of people at once, especially men interested in her. Asking questions about when her shift would end or if she had a date. The soldiers wouldn’t let her do her job, but she was used to this kind of attention.
She knew she was beautiful, and she knew the others knew that. Regardless, she learned to cope with these situations with grace and elegance. Declining all who proposed to her. She wanted a quiet life.
“Here you go, come back soon,” she would say goodbye to each customer who finished their purchase.
Sadie’s green eyes made her unlike anyone else, almost no one has green eyes in the city. Plus, with her chocolate brown hair, she was a real eye candy.
Another young woman who worked there approached Sadie, whispering something in her ear.
“What? My sister’s here already?” she said in surprise, leaving everyone and running to the stairs to get to her younger sister.
Quick footsteps resounded on the steps, I turned to see who was coming. Of course I recognize the sound of those heels, she’s the only one who wears those during work.
“Sis!” greeted Sadie happily, “Heard you came from heaven! That you landed on the balcony!”
“So, it wasn’t a dream, it really happened,” I said in a some-what trance.
"Sadie, do you want to use my office?” asked a man behind me.
“No thanks! We’re talking between sisters, if you’ll excuse us,” she declined.
Sadie then led me into the bakery kitchen. Between the boxes of groceries, we sat down and started talking about my day.
I told her everything, the soldiers, the stranger, the flight in the sky. Everything.
“Huh? Then he must have been a mage,” she whispered so no one would hear her.
My heart raced once again at the thought of that handsome stranger.
“But he was so kind to me,” I smiled, “He rescued me.”
“Duh, of course he did,” Sadie remarked, “He wanted to steal your heart! You got lucky, (Y/N)”
I turned to look at her, she can’t be serious.
“If that mage was Belmont, you would be dead by now and he would have eaten your heart,” she spoke to me as if what I experienced was close to death, and maybe to some degree it was. I mean, the poor guy was being chased by unhuman creatures.
“Nah, I don’t think so,” I sighed thinking about it, “Belmont does it to the most beautiful ones…”
Sadie brought a hand to her face, sighing wearily at this topic over and over again.
“There we go again,” irritated she mentioned, “You have to be careful! These are war times and more dangerous than before! They say that the witch of misery is back…”
I could no longer hear what my sister was saying to me, I could only think of the warmth of his hands. His kindness and the gentleness in his voice. He was not an evil sorcerer, not with that facade. Surely there is another explanation.
“Are you listening to me?” my older sister interrupted.
My blank stare gave her answer, to which she furrowed her makeup-covered brow.
On second thought, I think it would be better to keep her out of it. I stood up, grabbing my hat and shaking out my red skirt.
“Well, I’d better go,” I said without looking her in the eye, “I just wanted to know if you were all right.”
Accompanying me to the back door, we quickly said our goodbyes there.
She grabbed both my hands as I was about to leave.
“(Y/N), did you think about what I told you? About changing jobs?” she asked me, “Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in that store?”
“That store meant a lot to mom and dad,” I said a little nostalgic at the memory, “Besides, I enjoy what I do.”
“But-”
“I’m leaving now,” I said quickly, turning and starting to walk. Behind me, my older sister’s voice called me back.
On the way home, on the tram, I thought about my sister’s words. I like my job, I’m good at it. And about the stranger, I don’t think he has bad intentions towards me. He looks like a determined and classy young man.
The scenery bathed in orange brought me more wistfulness than ever, there is nothing in particular that I remember during a sunset, but…it’s a feeling that springs up from time to time.
Maybe…
Cling! Cling!
The bell signaled my stop.
My path was already empty. The parade was over, the streets were full of confetti and papers. No one was in sight. Yellow lanterns guided my way in the fullness of the dark night. The stars were not visible, the sky was cloudy. Some houses were lit from the inside, others were not.
The hat shop was already closed. Fortunately, I always have my key copy.
Entering, the bell chimes loudly. I don’t worry about that, since there’s hardly anyone renting a room here. Just me and the landlady, the other girls live nearby. The colorful carpet made my footsteps sound quiet. The showcases featured hats on display.
My hands crawled over the tables, searching for the box of matches and the alcohol lamp. Before long, I found them. And so, the light was made.
Cling! Cling!
What?
Turning to see the front door, there was a woman dressed in dark green. Her silk dress with feathers at the neck was striking. A large hat of the same color covered her face.
“I’m sorry, dear customer, but the store is now closed,” I said politely. I swear I locked the door.
The woman advanced towards me, I could see her black hair under her hat.
“What a disgusting, out of fashion and dusty hats,” she looked around and said in a venomous voice, “And you certainly are plain.”
My anger was immediate, burning in my chest, forcing me to say the following
“Please get out of my business,” my gaze steady as I walked toward the entrance. I opened the door and with one hand motioned for her to depart.
“You are quite brave to stand up to me, the witch of misery,” she turned around with a threatening flare.
It was then that I understood who she was…
Hands grabbed me from behind, they were those black and slimy creatures from a while ago. Only now they were dressed in lilac suits. My sight returned to the witch, who was already in front of me. Her black clawed hand rested on my chest, right on my heart.
“You will never sew with passion again, I wish you this curse,” she dug her claws deeper into me, but only to emphasize her malediction. I felt dizzy, and the hands dropped me to the floor.
At that the witch walked past me, pleased with her deed.
“The best thing about this spell is that you won’t be able to tell anyone about it,” she whispered to me.
And just as I was about to get up to face her, I heard her last words.
The Mage of Hearts (Snippet) [Yan! Mage! OC x Fem! reader]
[Yan! Mage! OC x Fem! reader]
A work in progress, based on the movie “Howl’s Moving Castle”.
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“How old are you?”
“Do you live around here?”
“Please, let me through!” I demand, now I’m really annoyed by their attitude.
They, instead of moving away, leaned closer to my height. They were intimidating.
“See? No girl likes your mustache,” laughed the first soldier, hugging the other by the shoulders.
What can I do to get out of this?
Just as I was about to be asked more questions, a set of footsteps echoed behind me. My fear was that it was another soldier and I would have to deal with three men who don’t know how to take a NO from a young woman.
However, a gentle and serene voice comes to me.
“There you are, darling. Sorry I took so long. I’ve been looking all over for you~” a hand rested on my right shoulder. Turning my gaze slightly, I see a large ringed hand. And against my back, I felt the warmth of a torso.
Both soldiers see the person standing behind me.
“Hey, we’re busy here,” says one of them, somewhat irritated by the presence of this stranger.
“Oh yeah? I thought you guys were leaving already,” the stranger said calmly, but under that tone, anger could be detected. And with a wave of his hand, both soldiers began to march off into the distance.
The hand returns to its place on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“Don’t hold a grudge against them, but be careful next time,” his voice rang so close to me. All I do is turn my head toward the stranger.
And I finally see him. Taller than me, thin, pale skin, brown hair a little wavy and over his shoulders. The striking thing about him were his eyes, light blue like the sky in April.
His clothes were casual. A white blouse, a lavender jacket over it, and dark blue pants. With some pieces of gold jewelry and emerald stones.
Seeing that I gave no reaction, he continued talking, bending a little to my height.
“Where are you going? I’ll be your escort~” his smile appeared friendly, so my nerves relaxed a little more.
“J-just to the bakery,” I stated with a slightly cracked voice.
I want you to hold me, I want you to make me feel safe. I want to feel safe with you, I want to be loved. Please, love me and make me feel safe. I love it when your soft voice calls to me, i need your guidance and your love.
I’m nothing without you, I promise. Please don’t be mad at me. I do everything for you. You’re my everything! My beloved, my prince, my liege, my first thought in the morning and last thought at night. I just need you by my side forever. Please, forgive me, just love me and make me feel safe again.
You still think I’m cute, right? I’m still the only one in your eyes? I’ll do anything just for you. Please, just let me carve your name in my skin, please just let me loveyou.
tw - unhealthy relationships, physical abuse, unbalanced power dynamics, and imprisonment.
Leona is a very fickle lover.
It’s not just that he’s temperamental. Well, he is, but you can handle his constantly shifting moods, his grim disposition, this habit of baring his teeth and flashing his claws whenever anything he doesn’t care for has the audacity to cross his path. You’re not exempt from his abrasiveness, but he does make an effort to soften his aggression around you, and you doubt he’d even hurt you in any way that drove him any farther away from him than you already are. No, the problem lies elsewhere, not in his hostility, but in his affection, in what he refuses to call his love. In the unpredictability of your dearest, most spoiled prince.
It’d be less of an issue if he had more of a fondness for communication. But, of course, Leona’s never been one for flowery language, much less hourly heart-to-hearts, and you’re left to try to decipher all he has to say from clipped sentences, hollow threats, whether he’s content to hold you close and take in your scene or if he’d rather carve his name into your collarbone and spend precious minutes lapping away the blood as he mocks you for having such thin skin. There’s no warning, no sign, just Leona and his cold stare and his adamance that he’s never been anything but fairto you. Just you, in the palm of his hand, as at his mercy as you’ve ever been.
And you areat his mercy. Alone in his palace, only ever allowed to interact with silent servants and attendants who treat you like an ornament to be polished and maintained rather than anything resembling a living being, he’s the only person you can go to for help, the only one you can rely on to care about your well-being, if only because it’d be a great inconvenience for him to find something new to cling to. He denies it adamantly, insists you’re free to leave whenever you’d like to, and when you many any attempt to argue, to mention the guards he posts at every door, the fact that you don’t have a cent to your name, the awfulthings he’d be able to do to your family with little more than a word to his brother, he only ever gets mad, only ever lashes out. You can handle his temper, talk him down when his paranoia gets the best of him. His violence, on the other hand, you don’t have such a talent for soothing.
And it isviolence. That’s the worst part, just how quick it is, just how little difference there is between the way he treats you and the soldiers he cuts down like nothingwhenever he feels so generous as to spar with the less naturally gifted. If you’re lucky, it’ll be quick, a single blow to something you won’t have to see whenever you glance towards your own reflection, and if you aren’t (and you often are not), his anger will last, overwhelm his need for praise and comfort, and you’ll be allotted to something… less than a lover, less than a prisoner. More akin to a pet. More akin to the soft, docile,quiet thing he so clearly wants you to be.
More akin to something that would consider him a master,rather than the lover he so clearly never wanted to be.
Warning: Implied Adult Themes MINORS DNI! Seriously don’t make me reboot my page.
Charles:
Charles will take you to The Club’s Annual Valentine’s Day Ball and show you off in a beautiful new red dress, matching heels and the most expensive jewelry money can buy. Nothing is too good for you.
He loves to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they see you on his arm. They all gasp and look at you as if you were a princess. This inflates his ego ten times its normal size.
When you get home he’s a feral animal. He’ll praise you on your work and give himself a few pats on the back before lunging at you. His hands will feverishly rip and tear away the expensive material covering your body.
Beau:
Beau is a real sweetheart, he’ll wake up stupidly early in the morning pick flowers, and make you a big hearty breakfast in bed. He’ll even sit and watch you eat the whole thing before going out to do his chores.
After chores, he’ll come straight back into the house and cover your face in kisses and give you big strong hugs. If you’re doing an at-home date get ready not to leave the bed because you’ll have his full attention for the rest of the day until evening chores.
If you’re going out he sadly doesn’t have a lot of money but he does have a lot of heart. He’ll try to take you out somewhere nice in town, get himself cleaned up and lookin’ slick. He’ll even wash and clean out his truck just for you.
Oliver:(Name is still in development may change later.)
Ollie sets up a very special at-home all-day event with candles, music, and lots of roses from the back garden. He wants this special day to be perfect not just for him but for you.
He’ll start by making you a very special breakfast which he’ll feed to you. Then for the afternoon, he’ll spend the day prepping you for tonight’s dinner by giving a full-on spa treatment; hair, teeth, nails, skin, and more will all be managed perfectly. He’ll put you in a new outfit and then set you up at the dinner table.
Your evening will wrap up with a walk back to your room and a good night kiss. He’s still too shy even now to spend the night with you. But he’ll make sure that your door is locked and your back in bed at lights out.
