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Love is a Tower — 7k Tom Riddle x Hermione Granger / cannibalism dead dove: do not eat /

When Hermione was younger, more hopeful and less burdened by her condition, she had deluded herself with the notion that she could change him. Fix him as she had been certain he could fix her. After all, a boy studying the dark arts in secret was certain to have stumbled across matters of the mind. Now, older and not much wiser, Hermione knows why some things are better left undigested. — In which Hermione Granger has the unique ability to empathize and Tom Riddle has found a way to exploit that. Inspired by NBC Hannibal.

character(s): viktor (arcane)

warnings(s): manipulation, dream walking, domestic abuse (implied, not viktor), drugging (not you)

note(s): i play league of legends and i love vampyres... what else can i say.

vampyre!viktor who first sees you in the a dream. You, with blood-shot eyes and a mouth pursed in dismay -- dressed like an angel in cotton. It's a new memory he can tell, vivid in the way blood contrasts against snow. Maybe this is what allows Viktor to imagine all the same that it's him you're marrying and not the solicitor he has stowed away in his parlor. They don't deserve you. Despite that, it's still rather unfortunate that your spouse falls deathly ill on the third day of their stay.

vampyre!viktor who sends for you after your spouse is no longer able to write. Who ensures that your one riding companion does arrive with you. Who is equally surprised that you do not mention their sudden departure and welcomes you in with a curious glint.

vampyre!viktor who lurks in the quiet corners of his hallways, watching you flitter up and down like a restless bird. He can tell by the furrow of your brow that it's not your spouse you're concerned for, but the hassle their death might bring. He watches as you wring your hands around the worn and poorly fabric you arrived in. Certainly, you're thinking about your financial prospects. Viktor is not so presumptuous as to offer you finer clothing immediately (though he will do so, and much more, once he is certain you will not refuse him), but he senses your unease at the (accumulated) wealth displayed in his house and begins to favor clothing he might have worn as an inventor in his own life to make you feel more comfortable around him.

vampyre!viktor who requests that you to dine with him, not knowing it is the first time in a long time that you’ve had a proper meal. Viktor has no need to consume real food, but finds himself doing so anyway if only to pretend he is equal to you. And when you take your first bite and your eyes flicker in bliss for but a mere moment, he catalogues that reaction to ruminate on later, analyzing his own reaction to this information.

vampyre!viktor who invites you to his library to pluck any title from his shelf that might satisfy you. Who welcomes you into his laboratory and speaks of scientific inquiries and discovery, wanting your opinion on debate topics he has only had himself to argue against before. He loves the sound of your voice, feels as though he could waltz to the tune of it. And although his hands do not shake anymore, Viktor almost drops a beaker as your fingers brushes against his accidentally. He thinks about that moment late into the night when you have retired into your room, and smiles at the burning sensation your touch has left behind.

vampyre!viktor who visits you in your dreams every night, confident you will not remember the way he traced his fingers along the curve of your cheek. Inhaled the scent of your clothing. Craned your head to the side and lowered his mouth against your neck, teeth grazing against the pulsating artery. No, when the morning comes he is gone and all you are left with is a memory of a shadow whose touch burns like ice.

vampyre!viktor who mesmerizes the doctor to tell you the unfortunate news that your spouse may never wake up. Who tells you he once read about an alchemical solution that is said to cure any mortal ailments. Who thinks he can recreate it to help save your spouse.

I just started playing overwatch again LOL so this hits. Reminder, my requests are open!

cw: stalking, death/murder, confinement

— Reaper, to me, is such a scary yandere not because of what he'd do to you per say but what he would so willingly do to others. But he's a careful man, trained to be unseen and observant. He can take his time so long as the end result is the same.

— Stalking is a skill that works on more than one person. While he uses his stealth to peacefully, lustfully, watch as you sleep the same cannot be said for those who would gather around you like ants at a sugar cube. All of this is to say, he would absolutely terrify men, women, and other people who display even the slightest bit of attraction toward you. Their hands, corporal but filthy, would need to be taken.

— For example, the guy you were paired with to work on a project would suddenly have a freak car accident. One moment he's on the highway going 70mph and the next he's stopped; his brakes having failed to stop him from colliding with the barrier. Never mind the black smoke that trails along the exhaust pipe. He was due for a car repair anyway.

— Or take into consideration the girl who asked for your number in the bar. Her eyelashes flapping at you as though she were the spider and not the fly trapped in the web. She was so enamored by your laughter that she hadn't considered the drink she ordered had something extra in it to induce a heart attack.

— Every moment he is that vicious cloud of black mist is agony, but it's a pain made bearable by you. To think of anyone else with their hands wrapped around yours, or their mouth moving against your own...it could drive a person crazy if they weren't already.

Here are some NSFW headcanons I have for these this dumbass. I’m back in business baby, please feel free to send an ask! Do not read/interact with this post unless you are over the age of 18.

cw: afab!reader, dubcon, oral, fingering, imbalanced power dynamics, edging, physical marks/restraint, rlly bad @ tagging but lmk if there is anything else i should include

— Light is manipulative and charming in that order. This is a fact. He is attentive when he presses your back to the wall, unyielding when he forces your hips closer to his, and seemingly desperate when he grabs your jaw and traces the line your neck with his gaze. More than the taking, it’s the withholding that hurts.

— He takes great care in memorizing every touch that elicits a breathlessness from you. His thumb in the hollow junction of your neck and shoulders, his lips against the butterfly-thin shell of your ear, his face between the soft curves of your thighs.

This is so late but I’m older and not that much wiser. Let’s go! To those reading the author’s note up here, please feel free to send me more requests. Winter vacation is coming and I’m eager to write :)

cw: stalking, home invasion mention, self-gaslighting

Despite all evidence pointing to the contrary, a man's hunger does not dissipate with death. 

Flesh will melt off the bone just as oil sits on top of water, but the soul, the part of a human that desires without abandon, is harder to dissolve. Reaper has spent a lifetime stitching the corroded parts of his soul back onto his rotting corpse. You see the efforts in his gnarly hands, blooded and beaten beneath his gloves; his back, scarred over from foreign objects designed only to harm; his face, twisting only resentment. His designs are wasted, it is a study in futility, and yet —

his ambition, the hunger inside of him has only grown in size. Perhaps Gabriel Reyes knew of hunger but Reaper has been consumed by it. 

— The question remains, could a thing’s appetite be satiated by the mere sight of you? An answer: for a time. It does not take long for a want to become a need, and the thought of touching your face, scorching your skin with his own iron hot grasp, is too tempting of an idea to forgo.

— Reaper is a huge stalker. He knows more about you than you realize the first time you meet. Your eating habits, your laundry day, your current path to and from work — he knows it all. And what he doesn’t know, or can’t seem to glean, he’s asked Sombra to help gather (a steep price to pay, but anger pairs well with irrationality and there is seldom a moment where he feels sane when thinking about you.)

— Things go missing in your home at an alarming rate. A pair of socks is expected. A spoon not yet washed off is hardly noticeable with an increasing pile of dirty dishes. A polaroid picture of you and your friends is more careless than you could ever be. It horrifies you.

— At that point, you don’t feel safe in your home. Of course, you make complaints to the police, to your friends, to your co-workers, but nothing ever escalates from that point forward and later you’ll realize you lulled yourself back into a false sense of security. Gaslighting yourself into thinking you’re more forgetful than you are. “Maybe I really did misplace that photo. It could have fallen and I never picked it up.” You never find it, of course you don’t because you never misplaced it, but it’s easier to think about your paranoia as a figment of your own imagination than something that wants to harm you. (He doesn’t want to harm you, that’s the truth, he just can’t help himself.)

— Even before you grew anxious of an invisible doom, he would watch you sleep. Would watch you toss and turn at night, frightened by some nightmare or another. These occurrences only increased as the nights wore on and you would frequently wake up with scratch marks on your sides, on your thighs, at the hollow junction of your neck. You rationalized it was your attempt at waking yourself up from whatever was that was chasing you. You hadn’t even considered the thing you might be running away from is the thing you cling onto in moments of fear. He feels closest to you in moments like those; where you too are trying to escape the confines of your own skin, piecing yourself back into reality as though violence was only needle to do so.

Oh wow, that's actually me right now. Finals has a chokehold on me.

— BUT you know what, this is actually perfect. You can be his own personal doll, a toy he can dress up and decorate.

— Imagine this, you come home from work or school and on your bed is a box. It’s neatly presented to you with a big red bow, and inside is the outfit you had been dreaming about. You hold it up to yourself in the mirror and what is reflected back to you is the vision of a waking dream.

— It’s tailored perfectly to your body. It’s such a sweet gesture on his part. 

— Inside the box, hidden beneath the wrapping paper is a note with a date and a time. It’s signed off with smiley face and the initials k.h. 

— Skipping right past dinner, imagine how his hands would linger on your sides, twisting and turning you so he can truly understand the beauty of his doll. His his eyes would feast upon the artistry that he’s created.

Oo this was an interesting one. I love Mori and Kaoru, the unsung heroes of ohshc so I’m happy to do this. 

cw: manipulation, love bombing, kidnapping, abuse

— I think Kaoru is like a level 5 yandere, he’s more obsessive than anything.

— Kaoru, much more than his brother would be, is patient. Perhaps not to the same degree that Kyoya would be, but he’s willing to wait to a degree. After all, he wants you to come to him on your own terms. He wants you to want him.

— Kaoru doesn’t want to hurt his darling, and will most likely take any action to avoid doing so, but if push comes to shove he’s not above shoving you into a van and tying your hands behind your back. It’s just that he want you to understand that if you let him, he could give you the world.

— He would never physically abuse you though out of frustration. Kaoru would only allow himself to physically restrain you until you were begging to be let go and into his arms. After all, why would he want to damage such a beautiful body with something so ugly as a bruise? Still . . . he cannot help but think that the purple coloring that blooms across your thigh to be anything but art.

— The type of person Kaoru would get attached to is someone who sees him as his own person. Someone who will listen to him and try to help him through his problems and would consistently favor him over anyone else. Perhaps someone kind and a tad bit careless with their emotions.

— Having nothing of his own, he would hide you away like some grand secret ( even if he hadn’t kidnapped you yet). If he hasn’t taken you for his own yet, he’d use his tracking device to monitor you 24/7. And with your new phone, if you ever get too far away he’ll just send an emergency alert from “the government” telling you that something bad happened on X street and that one should avoid going there at all costs.

— Kaoru is the type of person to love bomb a person in moderation. Not like Tamaki who would bring you piles of gifts to your front door, but a designer handbag here, a new clutch there, a cute cat plant there. You know, small things.

— He’s always kind of shown you his true colors, and that’s one of the reasons why he loves you. Kaoru is polite and well mannered when needed, but boyish and mischievous when alone with you. But more than that, when he says “I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay here with me” you don’t even think twice. Of course you’ll stay with him longer, he’s your best friend after all.

— “Sometimes I think you’re the only person in the world who understand me.”

— “What should I do if you leave me, y/n?” A pause. “I hope we’ll never have to find out” he sighs into your shoulder as he hugs you from behind. You’re just friends, and you can understand where he is coming from.

— He’s fairly certain that you’ll fall in love with him. How could you not?

— I would say he’s about a level 7? Mori is a protective yandere

— He doesn’t say much because he doesn’t need to. His actions are much louder than his words anyway. There is something exhilarating about being the center of Mori’s world, the way everything seems to revolve around you as though you are the sun and he is simply a planet in orbit (even if his presence seems more magnetizing at times than yours).

— He loves you because you are adorable. The way your eyebrows scrunch in concentration, how your face lights up when you receive good news, how you seem to hop over to him when you see him across the room — you remind him of an animal that he feels he needs to take care of.

—  For as stoic as Mori appears to be, I imagine him as someone who loves public displays of affection. Perhaps it’s an act of rebellion against his own self imposed image, but how could he not want to hold your hand, so lonely without his to envelop it in his own. It’s much like the feeling of seeing a cute puppy you can’t help but want to pet. 

— He wants to own you, possess you, protect you. Them more time you spend out of his sight, the more panicked it seems like he becomes. It’s only when he’s next to you that he feels like the world is right again.

— Similar to how when Mori is more flirtatious when he’s tired, I think he lets the more possessive side of him show when he is tired as well. Taking a nap on the couch? He’ll call you over and force you to become his own personal teddy bear, holding onto you so tightly you can’t escape. As you lie together on the bed you cannot help but notice how strong his form is, how easily he could crush you if he wanted to.

— Mori isn’t someone who relies on his family resources often which means that when he captures you, it’s all on his own. 

— He isn’t someone who easily resorts to violence, and he most definitely would not lay a hand on you. So when he finds the time suitable enough to hide you away, to protect you from the prying eyes of the outside world, he covers your face with a rag soaked in chloroform and lets you fall asleep in his arms.

LOL I was actually thinking that as I wrote it. I think it attaches to a phone case or a metal loop you can attach to the back of your phone? I'm not sure completely, but let's take your idea and run with it!

cw: manipulation, cyber hacking (?)

— Imagine that you're trying to figure out how to put the charm on your phone and suddenly it dawns on you. "Sorry Kaoru-kun! I don't think your gift is going to work with my phone."

— He's distraught but for only a moment before he laughs casually at the situation. "Ah, that won't do y/n!! Let me buy you a one."

— You decline of course, a phone is expensive after all and it would be wasteful to simply discard yours because a charm of all things won't work with it.

— But uh oh !! Later in the day when you and Kaoru are about to take a selfie together on bridge near a river, a stranger bumps into your shoulder and your lose your grip. Your phone flies out of your hand and tumbles into the water below.

— You had wanted Kaoru be the one to take the photo, since he has longer arms, but he told you it  was adorable seeing you struggle to get both of your faces into view.

— Kaoru of course, being the nice person he is, offers to pay for a replacement phone and despite you not wanting him to, he insists.

— You get your new phone within an hour of breaking your old one. Your new version comes with a place to attach your charm to it of course. You're so grateful to have met Kaoru, no one has ever cared for you so much before.

— FUN FACTS (that you may or may not have guessed already)

The charm not working was actually a blessing in disguise !! He was just going to track your location with his gift, but you have given him an idea that he can’t get out of his head. 

It was no coincidence that he wanted to a photo exactly where you both stopped (near a phone store that he had called two hours in advance) , and it wasn’t because he was playfully teasing you that he insisted on you holding your phone (arms stretched out, your grip couldn’t have been that stable in the first place).

But now he has access to your phone contacts, your photos, and your camera. Most importantly, all of your old data is gone and he can control your virtual life.

thank you for being my first ask! I adore this prompt and I hope you enjoy it! I might have gotten a little carried away, whoops. again, if you see grammar mistakes . . . no you didn’t.

words: ~950 cw: doxxing, stalking behavior, love bombing, implied kidnapping

— He hadn’t actually meant to send the letter to you. No, the letter full of cynicism and despair was meant for him and his eyes only. No one but himself needed to know just how truly shitty he was as a person, because he knew that no one but himself would understand him.

— But you did. You replied to his cry for help. You read in-between his lines and told him that it’s okay to be angry. That it’s okay to resent his brother, while at the same time feeling as though he needed him to survive. There was no judgement in your words and for a brief second Kaoru felt as though he could finally breathe.

— He didn’t respond for two weeks and you had thought that was the end of your correspondence. After all, the letter appeared randomly one day. You assumed it was your penpal, but even if it wasn’t it seemed like the author really needed someone to talk to. You were just too kind.

— Curious, you had looked up the neighborhood the letter was sent from, and your eyes bulged at the price listings for their residential area. You wondered what it was like to be that wealthy, but then again you knew that riches had their price. Your penpal was evidence of that.

— His second correspondence was much shorter than his first and written much more playfully. He poked fun at you for writing to a complete stranger and asked questions about who you were. What you liked, what you did, what you wanted to do. There was no hint of the sadness in this letter and it eased your mind knowing that maybe you helped him in some small but important way.

— You two continued your correspondence for seven months, and while it would be been much faster to exchange your phone numbers or even email each other neither of you mentioned it. To Kaoru, there was something intimate about holding the same paper the you touched, tracing the words you had spent hours working on. And he didn’t know if you did it on purpose, but he could smell your scent on the paper after a while. Perfume, cologne, air freshener, it didn’t matter — he related the smell back to you and became intoxicated with it.

— Soon, your letters became the most important thing to Kaoru. He would wait anxiously for your next letter to arrive and if it were late by even one day his heart would sink to his stomach afraid that you were done with him. It was then that he would pull up the most recent photo of your house on his laptop and wonder what had happened to you.

— You two didn’t exchange names, but that was okay. He had all the information he needed. After all, the letters were addressed to a specific house and it wasn’t hard to look you up when such personal information was already at his finger tips. 

— He hadn’t looked at a photo of you yet, no no no he wanted to be surprised when he first saw you. It wouldn’t matter what you looked like anyway. If it was you he sure that would be just as beautiful as you soul. Kaoru only let himself be tempted by the photos his private investigator would take every few days.

— He suggested meeting you six months into exchanging letters. You were hesitant for sure, but the man in the letters was so pleasant to talk with. You would write on average two to three pages per reply, and would often tape some mundane piece of your life into the envelope.