Hide and Seek : Armin x Yandere! ReaderArmin ran into the boys’ dorm and quickly shut the door behind him, locking it before he frantically look around the room searching for a hiding spot.More Like This
“Armin. Where are you?” A sweet voice echoed down the hall.
He could hear your footsteps getting nearer to the door.
Then, it stops… right in front of the door.
He held his breath as adrenaline rushed all over his body. You turned the doorknob but failed to open the door as it’s been locked. You rattle at the doorknob anxiously, trying to pry it open.
Any minute now, you’ll make your way in here, Armin was sure about it; even if it’s lock you’ll find a way. He must hide! The clattering of the doorknob makes Armin tense up in horror. He begs for the door to survive your hysterical rattling.
When you failed to open the door, you started to knock at the door lightly at first, then; the knocking becomes poundin
Count the Ways - Yandere!SnKBoys x Cursed!ReaderMore Like This
--- Count the Ways - Yandere!Boys x Cursed!Reader ---
[warnings for language, violence/gore, CREEPINESS and trigger warnings for unhealthily obsessive/controlling relationships. The yandere ship should also be a clear warning here]
My entry for the Halloween Contest. Let's begin. 8D
[Songstamp: "Rossini William Tell Overture Part 2 and 3" - from the "Catherine" OST]
It had all started with a rumor.
Legend spoke of a maiden from long ago who was famed for her never-ending love and devotion for a young soldier in the Recon Corps. When the soldier was assigned to an expedition where doom was the only possible outcome, he was desperate to abort his role in the mission in order to remain with his beloved, but to no avail. In the end, however, the two swore unending loyalty to no one else but each other, resulting in his desertion.
As punishment, both the maiden and the soldier were buried alive together inside
Farewell (ChinaxReader) Say something, I’m giving up on you.More Like This
Today was the last day.
He had long since stopped crying. The reservoir of diamond tears that resided within the man hunched over the cold metal rails of the cot had long since been drained, as unlikely as the feat might seem; his eyes were dry, his gaze clear and hard (purely by force of will) as he looked down at the reposed, deathly pale visage of the one he loved. Yes, there was once a time when liquid crystals had poured incessantly from those two cognac-hued windows into the immortal soul of Yao Wang. Bitter, salty trails had once given his face a ruddy sheen, tinting those same eyes with a profound redness; fingers had clenched tightly into bloodless fists; desperate cries had been uttered in a broken, cracked voice. But those days were long gone; just as the colour had slowly faded from your cheeks, so had the emotion seeped away from the man you had called