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THE COLONEL'S KEEPER.
in a war-torn world where survival is a privilege, you never expected to become the object of a feared colonel’s obsession. but as whispers of his lost love haunt your every moment and bullets become the least of your worries, you realize that falling for him might be the most dangerous battle of all.
⁀➷ pairings. caleb, fem!reader
⁀➷ genre. heavy angst, smut, historical au
⁀➷ tags. colonel!caleb, nurse!reader, reader is not l&ds!mc, ooc, war times, unrequited love, profanity, violence, loveless sex, explicit smut, mentions of sexual assault (not from caleb), obsession, possessiveness, jealousy, injuries, blood, killings, death. themes contain material that are heavy and disturbing—reader discretion is advised.
⁀➷ notes. 8.3k wc. divider by thecutestgrotto. this is heavily inspired by my other gojo fic s.o.s and the manhwa my beloved oppressor :) couldn’t stop thinking about this au for caleb that i had to just write it :’D reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!
✧ tags: yandere cheater x reader alt. timeline 1
what if the reader became emotionless toward her captor and the situation?
✧ warnings: kidnapping, violence and force, yandere behavior, kissing, angst, dead dove, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression (if you struggle with these topics please click off and take care of yourself) probably more stuff
✧ a/n: so i just checked how long its been since i finished the end of the cheater series and it was 6 months!?! sorry for the crazy long wait guys, appreciate y’all that stuck around for this
3 months and 12 days. that’s how much time had passed since you were trapped in this prison of a house. the ability to track time was one luxury that raph had allowed you to keep and you were damned if you couldn’t use it. the calendar and the clock in your room became the objects of your obsession, things that raph had bought you when he decided that you were finally acting ‘good enough’.
you lay on the plush bed, in a similar manner to how you were situated when first captured. arms outstretched and legs spread as you stared at the ceiling above you, but of course without the ropes. you slowly turned your head to the side, gazing at the baby pink alarm clock and taking note of the time. 6:23 pm, raph would be home soon.
you pushed yourself off the bed and dragged yourself to the couch in the living room. the house you were kept in was a small apartment with one bedroom, far from cozy but it was obvious that raph had tried to make you more comfortable.
however, you couldn’t bring yourself to care for his efforts anymore. the plush of the couch under you offered no comfort, same as everything else in this house. food had lost its flavor long ago and even keeping track of the time didn’t bring you the same joy that it used to. no matter how he tried to dress it up, the house was cold and draining, the color had left you long ago.
you became numb to anything that raph tried to do, his threats and anger had no power over you when you weren’t afraid to die anymore. after all, what was the point of living in these conditions? the last time you had these thoughts, the results had been more than drastic, driving you to make an action that you would forever regret.
1 month and 23 days ago.
you fumbled with your razor in the bathroom, cold hands desperately clawing the razor out of the holder until it fell out with a pop!
shaking hands brought the razor to your wrist as you looked at yourself in the mirror, diminished to the disheveled ghost of a woman. your stay at the house and away from society had drained you, the healthy tan you once flaunted had left, your hair grew long with split ends, and your eyes reddened from constant crying, dark circles and bags lining your eyes.
this single razor was the mistake that raph had made in his hurry to leave for work, his grooming kit being left on the bathroom sink, in reach for your curious hands.
but the discovery had provoked a question in yourself, was it worth living like those? hell, was this even living? after seeing raph's disgusting approaches to rekindling the relationship, you decided not. no matter what you tried you couldn't leave, asking raph was out of the question. you could still feel the soreness of bruises on your arms from when raph had grabbed you, yelling that you would never leave.
nights after he had grabbed you, you planned your own escape. your obsession with schedule came in handy when deciding what time was best to shatter the bedroom window and escape, an hour after raph had left the building. using a standing lamp, with its sturdy base facing the window you repeatedly rammed into the window as small cracks began to form on the smooth surface. on a burst of adrenaline, you continued, and just as you felt hope at the sight of light peaking through the exposed window the slam of a door was heard throughout the small apartment.
your blood ran cold. he was home. but, this shouldn't be possible. no, it couldn't! you had spent weeks painstakingly mapping out his schedule, no he shouldn't be home for another 4 hours. but yet, there he stood, chest heaving as he took heavy steps toward you. you had never seen raph mad, at least not really mad. but for the first time, the entirety of his anger and frustration was not hidden behind a facade of amusement. and he was furious.
lunging at you, raph offered no time for reaction as he slapped the lamp out of your hand as if it was nothing but a toy. grabbing you by the hair so hard that tears began to form, he shook you like a doll.
"you thought I was stupid didn't you, you fucking bitch,"
he slaps you harshly across the face with his free hand, sending a shockwave of pain throughout your body.
"but you're the one who came up with a halfwitted plan to leave me, what did you think, I trusted you?"
he pulls on your hair sharply pulling a hiss of pain out of you,
"bet you didn't notice the cameras, but I did hide them pretty well"
something in you broke that day. you couldn't do a single thing without raph knowing, and anything that could be used to break the windows was out of the question, as he had boarded them up. all you could do was sit around all day staring at the windows that you had assumed would help your escape. that was until you found the razor.
now you stood at the bathroom sink, razor in hand as you stared at yourself. if death was the only escape from your tormentor then be it, this was the end. in one swipe, velvety red blood rushed out of your artery and down your arm as your vision faded to black.
present day.
damn those cameras. despite what you thought, you ended up surviving the night and being taken to a small clinic while you were unconscious. raph had you hastily taken care of under the supervision of a somewhat unqualified nurse, but despite his biggest fears, you lived to see another day. weak of course, but nevertheless, alive.
you wake up few days later, the same way that you always had. blinding lights searing your vision and clinical smell floodin your senses, truly jolting you awake. however, you're not chained up? you simply lie in bed under the fluffy white covers, as you feel a weight on your left thigh. craning your neck, you see raph laying his head on your lap, watching you wordlessly. he seemed as drained as you, lips chapped and eyes red.
the moment he realized you were awake his threw himself into your arms, sobbing. his total 180 in behavior made you raise your eyebrows.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. i should've been more careful, please don't leave me. I love you so much" he started to kiss up your arms, gentle near where your scars were. he didn't do anything to you that night, just held you and burrowed his face into the crevice of your neck.
you eventually fell into slumber from the exaustion, eyelids heavy as you drifted off. as you woke, you smelled something unusual: unlike the usual hospital smell, it was eggs and toast. shakily, you pushed yourself off the bed and hobbeled into the living room to see him cooking. as soon as he felt your eyes on him, he greeted you with a smile.
you ignored him and noticed something unusual. every sharp corner in the house was now rounded off with a silicone covering; no table corner, cabinet, or door was left ungloved. everything sharp or with a capablility to harm was gone. and that meant everything. even the legs of the couch were now sawed off, leaving the three seater to sit on the floor in an unnatural way. in short, the house had been completely baby proofed, down to the kitchen cabinet sthat all had combination locks on them
somehow, you couln't even bring yourself to cry anymore. this had to be what living in hell felt like, no escape, just eternal torture. you sat down on the couch, and blankly stared at the tv ahead, which was now inserted into the wall.
your mind was blank. no emotion. no thoughts. not anymore.
just then, raph approached you with what you assumed was breakfast. avocado toast, something you had adored in the past. that past seemed so long ago now, when you would sit at the kitchen counter and your father would make you food. you didn't want to think about those times anymore, you would never return to them.
despite raph's unusually gentle nature as of late, you were still on edge and refused to even look at the food as he placed it down on the coffee table in front of you.
"here, i made your favorite"
you looked at him blankly, no words. his mouth quirked in and unpleasant manner as he waited for you to speak. but you didn't. you just stared. and stared. and stared.
he is visibly uncomfortable and starts to grow angry with your silence. you just stared. suddenly he struck you, his anger surging in a moment of blind frustration. but as the sting of his actions settled, realization hit him hard. guilt flooded his senses.
"i'm sorry... i didn't mean it" he whispered, voice trembling. raph dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes filled with tears that blurred his vision.
his hands grasped her face, but you remained still, your expression unreadable. raph pressed his forehead against yours, his lips brushing against your skin as he murmured again
"I'm so sorry... I didn't know what I was doing."
His tears fell freely, staining your cheek as he kissed you softly. you said nothing, but the silence between you both spoke volumes—both a barrier and a plea for forgiveness. you were right, this had to be hell.
tags: @crazyyanderefangirlfan and @stuff6969fuckyou for the idea!
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
Reblogging to spread the luck and the good fortune
spreading the good luck guys
reblog & your followers can send asks with the questions they’d like you to answer!
Your (Super)Man - N.K.
Synopsis. He’s not a bird. He’s not a plane. He’s…just Nanami Kento from the journalism department. But you have a feeling that Nanami’s hiding a super big secret - and not just the one down there.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, Clark Kent! Nanami, SUPERMAN AU, aphrodísiacs, coworkers-to-Iovers, he is a GENTLEMAN, slight víoIence, Itadori cameo, saving people, píning, manhandIing, he is BIG, cervíx kíssing, making it fit, pússydrúnk Nanami, oraI (fem rec.), BRÉEDING, creampíes, cúmplay, spítting, Nanami’s POWERS, matíng presses, face-sítting, buIges, BREAKING THE BED, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 9.7k
A/N. CLARK KENT(O) NANAMI SAVE MEEEE
“There’s just something about him, Shoko.”
“Right…”
You’re flicking a quick roll of your eyes as your coworker continues stealing drowsy sips of her early morning coffee. Well, her fifth of the morning. Grumbling out, “I swear- There’s just something about him that feels so…” Eyes drifting - as they much seemed to do these days - to the man in question. “-different.”
And, listen, Shoko would whole-heartedly prefer the tittering office gossip with you over working on her weeks-late article any day of the week.
But times like this, she really had no idea whether the two of you were staring - undoubtedly creepily - at the same Nanami Kento.
That stoic, mild-mannered hire who’d just been freshly accepted into your journalism sector. Tall, seemingly powerful - yet, he acted anything but. A gentle giant with the suspicious patience of a saint even against the worst of editors - honestly, she’s musing, just who was this guy?
“Hm…” Fingers digging into her achy temples as if trying to will away the memory of her upcoming deadlines. And this. “Maybe you just need to get laid. A proper, genuine good f-”
i’ve been going through a superman phase and this fic with nanami hit the spot! nanami as superman somehow makes so much sense, loved it.
"Hi….I’m Kento."
“Kento, huh.” you said, testing the name again like you were rolling it around in your head, trying to get the feel of it. After a moment, you nodded, satisfied.
“Yeah, that’s my name.”
“That’s a good name.” You declared it with the authority of a five-year-old who had decided someone was officially worth their time.
“Your name’s okay too... I guess,” Kento replied, his tone so nonchalant it was almost teasing.
GENRE: alternate universe - no curses au!;
WARNING/S: afab! reader, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, romance, marriage, nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, kissing, making out, rough sex, fingering, p to v sex, car sex, orgasm, humor, profanity, pet names (my love, etc), possessiveness, jealousy, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, best friend! nanami kento, best friend! reader;
WORD COUNT: 14k words.
NOTE: hello everyone, this is the final fic for 2024!!! wah, there's a lot to say. first and foremost, this fic would not be possible if it wasn't for the lovely person who commissioned it from me awhile back. please give them a lot of love and a lot of thanks.
they were my first ever commission here and still it flutters my heart with joy to have worked them. they were so good to me and continues to do so, with how they want to share this fic with you too.
also, i want to thank you all for sticking with me this 2024. it was a long road and a really painful time. i wrote to escape these painful times and i got through 2024 with you guys, just enjoying stories in my head. so thank you!!! there were a lot and there are still a lot i haven't published here.
i hope we continue to be together in 2025 too. i'll continue to write for both of us, to have solace in hard times. i bow to you in all ways that i can. thank you for being good to me!!! i love you all. this is kayu signing off for 2024. please have a lovely and wonderful new year and i'll see you on january 2025 <33333
FIVE TIMES NANAMI WANTED TO PROPOSE BUT DIDN'T - NANAMI KENTO
✴︎ summary: nanami wanted to propose to you so many times - but it was never the right time, and then, there was no time left. ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, swearing, ANGST (major spoilers for jjk 120 (probably next week's episode, character death, exploration of grief, if you wish to avoid the major angst: stop reading after part 5), SMUT (fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), panty sniffing, semi public sex, nipple play, creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms), pet names (love, sweetheart), happy ending (sort of?) ✴︎ wc: 10,121 (i have a problem) ✴︎ song: the archer - taylor swift (blame laney for this)
ONE.
The first time Kento Nanami wanted to propose to you shouldn’t count.
And it won’t because it was when he first met you — enrolled into Jujutsu Tech along with the other first years, he first laid his eyes on you at a welcome party that the soon to be menace to his sanity, Satoru Gojo, had organized. Well, he could thank Gojo for one thing it was introducing you to the room — because he may have had to find the words to ask you himself. And he didn’t know if that was possible with his tongue in knots.
But he managed to talk to you — mostly with Haibara leading the conversation. You were reserved, at first, but he saw the spark in your eyes whenever you spoke about something you were passionate about — reading was one, one thing you both shared a love for.
“Yeah hauling my books to Jujutsu Tech wasn’t an easy feat, I had to ask Geto-senpai to have some of his cursed spirits help me haul it up to my dorm,”
“By the way, you still owe me lunch for that,” Geto smirks as he slips past, and the flush that settles on your cheeks is one Nanami wanted to see — again and again.
have you written or are you aware of a story about male yandere abducting his love to be his captive and caring for her in the most gentlest ways, devoted only to her and spending forever with her?
I have not written a gentle yandere yet but I plan to in the future! thank you for the rec I'll be sure to write it at some point, but I'm going through a bit of writer's block right now :((
ooouuuuu please give us more nerd boy, he's just too cute for his own good 🤲🤲🤲
tags: nerd x reader pt. 2
warnings: insecurity (on nerd's part), fluff!
a/n: hey guys! i’m back after a long due break and im finally ready to write something cute 😋 hope you guys enjoy!!
After a few stressful exams, your finals season was almost coming to an end. Well, it would have been if not for that pesky biology exam, the very last one left for you to knock down before you could kick back and truly relax for winter break.
That is how you ended up frazzled, sitting at your cluttered desk. Mountains of worksheets and notes are spread across the desk for easy accessibility and your computer is sitting on top of it all, a video explaining a difficult subject and how to approach problems that may confuse you. However, even with all these resources you were still frustrated, you'd been sitting here for how long? Almost 2 hours and the concept was still just out of reach for you.
You huffed and pushed yourself off your well-loved swivel chair, opting to plop down onto your welcoming bed for a deserved break. Ending up on your phone, you called Nerd, asking him to come over. 'It's a double whammy' you thought, 'I can finally see him again and get this ridiculous topic over. Ugh, he's so smart. You groaned in both envy and admiration, how could someone be so intelligent and adorable?
Less than 15 minutes later you heard a soft knock on your door, there was only one person who knocked like they would hurt the door if they did it any harder. Jumping up on your feet you borderline ran to the door, quickly fixing your hair before you swung it open with the same bright smile you always greet him with. And wow. Did he look good.
His usual glasses were perched on his handsome features, but other than that everything else was different. His usually messy hair was somewhat pushed back, more in a hurry than anything intentional it seemed. Dark grey sweats and a black shirt that hugged his figure so well were his outfit this time around, you could see his expensive-looking watch peeking out of his sweatpant pocket where his hand was situated. He ditched his hoodie this time around and you got a good view of his lean muscle, a body built from discipline as it seemed.
If it wasn't for the sheepish smile on his face you would've thought this was a totally different person, not your Nerd. You invite him in, complementing his appearance with a playful punch as you walk him to your room, he hides his warm face by pretending to cough but you can see his smile peak out under his arm. Cute. You lead him in and pull up another chair next to yours, however, you notice his arms: goosebumps litter the entirety of it.
"You want a hoodie? You look cold" you ask, a little concern discernable in your voice.
He looks up, clearly embarrassed, "I'd really appreciate that yeah"
You shoot him a quick smile and dig through your closet to find a hoodie that would fit him. Aw, he was so cute, did he want to show off to you? After your search, the only item of clothing you could find for him was your ex's hoodie. Huh, that was weird, you could've sworn you had gotten rid of this. You shrug off the feeling and bring out the hoodie for him, only to find him concentrated on your notes.
Eyebrows furrowed, head resting on his hand, his other arm resting on the table. You sneak up behind him and whisper a quiet 'boo' in his ear, making him yelp and turn around only for him to find you giggling.
"Got the hoodie" you announced, holding the article out in front of you as if proof.
"Oh thanks, that's- wait. Is that your dad's?" He instantly recognized the hoodie, it was a men's and totally out of your style range. So, who did it belong to?
You shake your head no and he inquires further.
"Brother or maybe like... cousin?"
Again you shake your head no, "Nope, it's an ex's. Thought I got rid of it, guess not"
Almost immediately after you said 'ex', Nerd's face soured. "Oh- um ok." You could almost hear the insecurity in his voice as he processed that you still kept items that your past lovers had given you.
You immediately recognized his tone and chucked the hoodie out of sight, opting to sit on the desk in front of him instead. He looked up at you, puppy dog eyes turned up to the max and a delicious pout on his downturned lips. You could devour him right here. You reached out for his face and held his cheek in your right hand, he immediately leaned into the gentle touch desperate for comfort. You gave him a soft smile and stroked his face with your thumb while still holding his cheek.
"I swear I meant to throw it out forever ago, honest" You offered.
He just sighed and looked down at his hands, "It's not you, I just- You've experienced all these firsts, all these special moments with someone else. I guess I'm just afraid that I won't be able to impress you and I'll end up being just another guy in your past."
As he lets out his inner feelings, you stare at his downturned face, a cluster of different emotions inside you. "Look at me," You say in a gentle tone and he finally looks up, eyes irritated from holding back tears. Your gaze softens further and you take his whole face into your hands, "It doesn't matter how many experiences I have, the best ones I've ever had were with you. Not my ex, not anyone else, you. You're the best I've ever had, even if you don't think you are, you are to me."
He finally fully meets your eyes, "You.. mean that?" You just nod, a soft smile on your visage. He looked like his breath was stolen from his lungs and he could only muster a small smile. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned upwards toward your face, his intentions clear. You met him halfway, soft lips rushing to yours as your hands wandered into his hair. After a drawn-out yet sweet kiss, you slid down, off the desk, and onto his lap to get closer to him.
After a few more heated kisses you pulled away from each other and the smile returned to his face, no it was more of a grin. "Whatever did I do in a past life to deserve you" he wondered out loud, seemingly captivated by you. "I could say the same" you shot back playfully, hands still on the back of his head. He pulled you closer, keeping you nestled on his lap and against his chest. You felt his heartbeat, fast.
This guy had to be your soulmate.
pillars. / viktor x gn!reader, fluff and angst, lots of angst actually, implied childhood friends, confession kisses, mentions of death, one singular czech pet name, kissing viktor's moles, takes place during s1 act 2, so technically no s2 spoilers but some things are implied. word count: 7.9k
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"You look exhausted," You hum, your voice thick with fatigue in unison, "Don't you think you should rest?"
Viktor takes a breath deep and slow enough to hear, his hands briefly faltering as he twirls a small, bronze magnifying glass with his fingers, but he doesn't reply, nor does he turn away from his notes.
The lab is cool, quiet — aside from the distant hum of various pressure valves and idle machinery. The Hexcore thrums. Runic engravings litter each complex, geometric surface. Viktor rests his balled-up hand on his face, bony knuckles pressing into his cheek. With his inkpen, he messily scrawls something into his notebook. Low, blue light illuminates the cluttered room and his workspace. Each side of the Hexcore pulses when you approach behind him, twirling to its own complex, ominous rhythm. Acknowledging you, somewhat.
{beetlejuice!satoru gojo x f!reader}
— “ may you never forget me ” ♪ ༘⋆
summary: living as a psychic medium was like a ticket straight to nothing in your life, you always accidentally creeping people out and scaring them when you talked about it, and you just feeling empty— like something was missing and vacant in your life with no explanation as to why. but upon stumbling through an attic inside a house of a recently deceased couple, you meet him— beetlejuice, a silly and wacky man who was damned to live in the attic for eternity due to him breaking the rules, you never having met a spirit so forward and flirtatious in your life as you quickly bonded. but when beetlejuice presents the idea of you being able to break his contract and finally set him free, you hesitate at the one condition… marrying him.
warnings: MDNI afab!reader, DIABOLICAL angst my god, angst w/ comfort though YIPPEEE, mentions of death, mentions of murder, reader is a psychic medium, fluuufff, SMUUUTTT, p in v sex, DOM AFF SATORU MEOOWWW, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), creampie, oral, blowie, mentions of ghosts and spirits and things, loosely inspired by the 80s movie, mentions of reader having ‘pink cheeks’ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
word count: 19.8k
authors note: YEEEEEOOOOWWWW GET READY YALL….. SHES FREAKY… SHES ANGSTY… AND SHES THE MOMEEEENNTTTT omg i absolutely LOOOVEDDD writing this one so much and i hope you guys find it interesting or i’m gonna CRYYYY HEHEHEH no i’m jk but as always, i love you SO SO SO much and thank you for all of your love and support !! MWAAAHHH <333
you’ve always had a knack for the paranormal.
and from the newspaper clippings you saw and the meddlesome whisperings of your fellow neighbors, newlyweds adam and barbara maitland died on their way home from a day out in the town— swerving in their vehicle while crossing over a bridge and crashing through the side of it, evidently sending themselves tumbling down to the river below and drowning.
it was the biggest tragedy your tiny town had ever been hit with, the maitland’s having renovated their house on the hill from scratch and had recently just finished it when the accident happened, the both of them in the midst of planning their honeymoon to get away from winter river for a little while, happy and in love and looking forward to a quiet serene life together.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
pairing: gojo x fem!reader
summary: gojo satoru was the most notorious man across the land. he was the strongest soldier the north had ever produced, the most brilliant of minds, and somebody who slept his way through the noble ranks. his parents set him up in a marriage agreement with you, hoping that a tie with a ring would help save his image. you know gojo never wanted this, and you try to act as if that was normal. but soon, without you or even him realizing it, he comes to the conclusion that while he never wanted this marriage - he's beginning to want you.
warnings: 18+ mdni: arranged marriage, angst, slight no comfort, gojo is emotionally constipated for a bit, heavy making out, eating out (fem! receiving), fingering, (naoya)
word count: 19.7k (sorry)
note: inspired by this drabble. i'm so happy this behemoth of a fic is done!! art credit: _3aem
Gojo Satoru was the most powerful man alive.
Not only physically, though some people chalked him up to being half god, but his name held even more control. The Gojo family of the North was as old as the gods themselves, and they’ve been making sure it’s been kept that way. They owned so much land that you would walk to the ends of the earth and circle back around and it would probably still be theirs. They had armies of unfathomable sizes under their command, so much riches that they could probably buy an entire nation and still have plenty to spend.
His presence was just as large as his name created him to be. Any ball he went to, all eyes would fall on him. On the battlefield, men feared to see the flash of white hair, knowing that his strength was unbridled.
And his physical beauty? Most people assumed he was blessed by the gods himself. Gojo had a certain look that just made your knees weak, your heart palpitate, and your cheeks heated up. The handful of times you’ve seen him from afar you’ve been able to understand why all the girls (and some of the guys) yearned for his attention. His eyes were a piercing blue as if somebody had held a mirror to the sky when creating them. His hair had grown whiter with the years, as white as the snow that sunk deep into the grounds of the north. Gojo had the build of a soldier, and he towered over most people. His bulky build was intimidating, but you heard some girls whisper behind their hands about how he must look underneath all those ceremonial garments.
The lord of the North was power itself.
Which would make you, by martial association, the North's most powerful lady.
And for somebody who grew up with the same respect as a stable boy, it was all too much too soon.
And yes, while on paper you still had your father's last name and legacy tied to it, you weren’t really a daughter to your parents. Your mother, though you had to call her by her name whenever you weren’t in public, seeing how she wasn’t really your mother, made sure it was kept that way. Your other three half-sisters should have been in your spot, either one of them more true to the family name than you. But seeing how they’re already married, you were the final resort.
Gojo Satoru, though you’ve seen him countless times (something common because of how close in ranks your families were), had only acknowledged you a couple of times. You didn’t care much, never did, because that's what you were used to. After all, it was a common fact that you were what they nicknamed “the bastard daughter” of the West.
But it didn’t seem to matter much to his parents, as they offered their son up to you in a marriage arrangement.
And who were you to turn that down?
They, his parents, assured you that their son was looking forward to this union. He was the one to offer it, they said, which you were skeptical of but weren’t stupid enough to question. You knew how much Gojo Satoru was tarnishing their reputation with his promiscuous ways, but as long as he was okay with this arrangement you couldn’t find any part of you that would disagree with it.
After all, you knew that this marriage wasn’t out of love, fascination, or even a mutual understanding, but because of the strength your own family (more so your father) held, and how you were the only feasible option for a bride.
So, after weeks of rocking back and forth on agreements, paperwork, dress rehearsals, and grueling dancing lessons (and still no sight of the man himself), you found yourself standing at the end of the aisle, your arm linked around your fathers as a large smile plasters itself on your face.
Ever since you were young you had convinced yourself that the only man who would want to taint his name enough to marry you would have to be either a troll or an ogre, so that fact that your future spouse was human was better than anything you could have asked for.
And you’re not daft. As your heart hammered loudly against the limited space of your chest, waiting for your cue to start walking, you reminded yourself that this was just a mutual agreement. It’s hard for people at your level to marry for love, but even then, you can’t help but hope that you can make a decent friendship out of this.
You glanced at your father next to you, catching his eyes as he nodded once, staring ahead of him into the small crowd of just your two families, and patted your arm.
You still remember the music playing, the instruments harmonizing together as you took a tentative step forward, feeling warm under the eyes of people you didn’t know, but you kept reminding yourself that this was the best thing that could’ve happened to you. Either you died as an old maid in the little room you had near the kitchens at your old home or got married to some warlord who wanted an entire village as family.
The orchids that surrounded the venue still infiltrate your nose as you think about it, the way the silk of your dress felt against your skin that had been scrubbed raw earlier that morning.
And there you saw him, standing at the end of the aisle. At that moment you realized how much of a mistake this was,
Because the man that stood there, the man who you were about to marry, seemed like he’d rather be dead than be your husband.
✧ tags: yandere haikyuu male leads x villainess reader
✧ warnings: yandere behavior (later on), reader hits her head
✧ a/n: hi guys guess who’s back!! i love the isekai trope where the mc gets reborn a few years before their death and i needed to put my own lil’ twist on it! i’d love to turn this into something longer (like a series or something) so give me your thoughts!! my recent haikyuu obsession led to this one lol, inspired by: the male leads were stolen by an extra
You were a loser, well not exactly. You had a pretty stable job and a nice flat but lacked one major component in your life: friends. But it’s not like you were antisocial! Moving to a new city just a few months ago, you had been busy with moving in and didn’t exactly have enough time to make friends.
Besides you were preoccupied with your favorite web comic of all time: Flower of the Estate! A commoner girl that has three noble men falling for her? This girl really had some crazy cha(rizz)ma. You weren’t really into harem type stories but wow did it keep you coming back to see what happened.
It was another late night reading Flower of the Estate when you decided to head to the kitchen to get some snacks to keep you fueled. However, when you turned to retreat back you slipped on spilled water near the sink and hit your head on the granite counter! You mentally curse yourself for not cleaning it up as you drift into a deep slumber.
When you open your eyes and the lights blind you, quickly slapping a hand over your face you shoot up. Registering the soft plush beneath you you opened your eyes, when did you get in bed? Looking around your jaw drops, who the hell put you in a room like this! The whole room was illuminated by sunlight peaking behind the luxurious navy drapes and you gasped at the sheer size and extravagance of the bedroom. You were… in a castle?
Jumping off the bed you immediately fell to your knees with a thud. How long had you been out for that your legs were this weak? You push yourself up and stumble to the mirror on a vanity next to the bed. The satin fabric of your night gown fell to the ground, revealing the length that had been bunched up while you were sleeping.
In the mirror, the first thing you see is (e/c) eyes and a face eerily similar to yours. It was your face and body for sure but the state of it wasn’t, your hands were usually rough and your knees were scarred from playing as a child but now both were smooth and even. Then your eyes feel on a crest engraved onto the top of the vanity and your heart dropped.
The beautiful family crest of a black fox protected by two swords was a prevalent symbol in Flower of the Estate. It was the crest of the villainess. You, (y/n) Aleria, were the cruel villainess of the story, waking up here and looking like this had no other explanation. To see if it was true you quickly pushed the sleeve of your left arm up, on the wrist was a faint birthmark. A scar in the shape of a half moon, your fate was sealed. You fall back on the bed. ‘Shit.’
You were official the villainess of Flower of the Estate, who bullies the main character, get thrown out of high society, and then dies. You knew the path that the villainess followed and the actions she took, did that mean you could avoid facing the same death as her as well? The first mistake that she had committed that set her on the path of destruction was her bullying of the main character.
The villainess was notorious for her extravagant lifestyle and cruel manner, she didn’t have anyone close to her and the book never showed her point of view. You knew the basics about her but who was (y/n) — really? Was she really just jealous of the commoner girl that had managed to outshine her or was it deeper than that?
No matter why she behaved that way, you knew that following on her footsteps would only lead you to doom. You needed a game plan, plus you read enough reincarnation manga to know what basic things to avoid as the villainess.
Love Interests and Relations:
Tooru Oikawa - Childhood love (One sided) and (y/n)’s main obsession
Tobio Kageyama - Royal knight who pledged their loyalty to (y/n)
Ushijima Wakatoshi - Esteemed scholar who ended up being (y/n)’s tutor for a short period of time
Ok… this would a little harder than you thought. Why were all the love interests involved with the villainess anyway? Oikawa could be avoided easily enough, you just needed to distance yourself from him and considering that Oikawa was keen on getting rid of you. If you remembered correctly he was rather annoyed by the villainess who would cling to his side like a lost puppy. As for Ushijima, you knew that he would only be your tutor for a month, then leave your care to meet the main character who he would eventually fall in love with. Kageyama would be the hardest to get rid of compared to the other two, he would be around the villainesses the longest and somehow fall in love with her. However much like the others, he would fall in love with the female lead and leave (y/n) to be with her, withdrawing his pledge to be by her side.
Ugh. This is going to be a headache isn’t it?
“Do not mistake this for affection.” he warned, his voice low and rough. “I am still who I am. I am still the monster you should fear.” But you could only nod, your heart aching with a mixture of sorrow and hope. “I know,” you whispered. “I know, but I’m still here.” And for the first time, you thought you saw a hint of softness in his eyes, a flicker of something that could almost be… understanding. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to reach him, one fragile step at a time.
GENRE: alternate universe - heian era;
WARNING/S: nsfw, angst, one sided romance, conflicted feelings, hurt/no comfort, unhappy marriage, hurt, physical touch, character death, mourning, loneliness, pain, grief, unhappy ending, depiction of one-sided relationship, depiction of grief, depiction of complicated relationship, depiction of illness, depiction of canon related violence, depiction of loneliness, mention of grief, mention of illness, mention of loneliness, heian! sukuna, long suffering concubine! reader;
WORD COUNT: 11k words
NOTE: this was always going to be long, because it's heartbreaking. and heartbreaking ones have to be something that has to be expressed well. i listened to this in a audio software like its a podcast and i actually liked it. the other woman by nina simone was the constant in the writing. also, this is the aftermath of ashes of love, which is a series i did about heian sukuna. anyway, i hope you enjoy this!!! i love you all <3
