“Malleus? What are you…” He blinks a few times at you, tilting his head. He looks lost, as if he doesn't know why you're so puzzled. As if he isn't the one with chocolate in his mouth, angled towards your lips. "Do you want me to like..." you whisper, your eyes scanning the people around you. It's a scarce amount, considering everyone who saw him immediately left, but there are still bystanders. "...eat it too?"
He leans back up from his spot, downing it. You think that's the end of that, only to look down at his plate and see more.
"Have you not seen the game, Child of Man?" He looks even more confused. Did he expect you to know what's happening...? "I thought it was a popular game for humans..." This time, his brows turn, a bit of pity painted in his expression.
"What game exactly?" ... Hold on.
"The kind where the two participants eat the same morsel and see who's the first to pull away."
"... You wanted to play Pockey?"
"Ah, so that is what it's called. I shall remember for next time." Next time???
"But, you do know... you usually do that with people you like, right?" He nods, picking up another piece of chocolate. "... and with actual Pockey..." You whisper. Your fingers reach out, stopping him before he can do it again. "Malleus... are we on a date?"
"Hm? Of course we are. Did you not know?"
He didn't say that at all...!
But the more you look at your surroundings, the sheer luxury of the food, and how exquisitely he's dressed, it hits you. This is, in fact, a date.
Before you can apologize, Malleus has already put another in his mouth. And after a moment of thinking, you hesitantly lean in.
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Idia Shroud doxxes people he thinks are hitting on you, btw.
Ortho probably busts into his room, telling him about a guy who was trying to get your number. And Idia is already typing on his computer at rapid speed, manically laughing in a way that's somehow both angry and excited??
"*Adress* LMAOOOO bro thinks he has game when he can't even reach the leaderboard on the most basic level LOL."
The next time you see him and shove the text in his face, he's vehemently denying any involvement. If you were anyone else, he would admit it... maybe even gloat about it, but you know... It's you...
And so, you watch him cautiously in his room in case he has anymore idea's... Little do you know that's sort of in his favor, cuz not only do you get to play games with him—
No one can hit on you if you're always in his room!
CW: Yandere, Serial Killers, Murder, Themes of Obsession & Possessiveness, Violence, Threats, Weapons, Slight Suggestive (Vil), Stalking
Riddle, who operates as a vigilante, insisting that he's only breaking the law to enforce it. He only ever aims for those he believes have committed the worst of atrocities, claiming that going after any less could allow those who truly deserve a beheading an escape. His signature consists of always beheading any heinous criminals.
Riddle, who's a childhood friend of yours, being one of the few kids his mother ever allowed him near. He admires your strive to abide the law, with your occupation of Investigator. Probably fell for you after being a part of the small handful of people he could see. He's especially ruthless towards any delinquents who've ever had a problem with you. Anyone who's even whispered ill of you is swiftly found in a field, their head only. Another strike by the rogue Vigilante... You have no idea it's Riddle who gets rid of those who obstruct your justice, as well as any who attempt to assist you in it... Whether your enemy or a potential love interest, he's quick to leave them headless in the bushes. You also have no idea that he purposefully leaves them in more obvious locations for you to find. He's not a fool, of course, he won't tell you outright that he's "helping" you. But a part of him hopes he can communicate just how much he cares for you. You view it as a sign that this executioner is coming for you. Everyone else, however, starts believing you're the criminal.
Riddle, who's quick to panic when he sees you arrive in the field he's currently in, finishing off another miscreant. He hopes so much that you won't catch him in such a light. His hopes are crushed when he sees the horror in your face as you look at him. Your expression is not filled with that familiar adoration you hold for him, but fear. He's profusely apologizing as you make a run for it, a searing pain felt in the back of your head.
"I... I will make sure to treat you carefully." Everything is hazy, but you can dully feel the sensation of arms wrapping around you. You're sure this is the last thing you'll feel before you die, so you wrap what you can around him, a hand weakly grasping his elbow. "... I'll uphold the rules for you..." ... What?
You wake up in his basement, where he tells you he'll make sure to punish criminals twice as much to make up for your absence in the workforce. His task is to get rid of anyone who wishes to find you; yours is to get out and find proof of your innocence, before you're executed for crimes that aren't yours.
Your goal? Reporting to your office about the true culprit of the beheading case. His goal? Making sure you stay safe as he gets rid of the rule breakers in the community. Even if some of them are your coworkers.
Azul, who doesn't do it out of enjoyment (Unlike his slippery twin company...) but necessity, or so he claims. It's simple, really; they agreed to repay him, and they haven't. He can't simply let that be, can he? He needs everyone else to know it's not wise to disobey agreements. But... while he claims to Jade and Floyd, he doesn't do this out of some innate desire to kill... he doesn't exactly prove himself right when he insists on doing that part all by himself. He always has someone else do the dirty work if possible, but when it comes to the end, he seems eager to do it himself.
Azul, who's on his way to "visit" someone who's failed to pay back. By the time he arrives, it's clear they were ready to leave as soon as they could. Unfortunately, they took too long to actually get to the escape part of the plan. He's swift to get to work, his skillfully hands leaving the scene cruel and stainless. It truly reminds him of the sea—
Azul, who perks up when he hears something fall in a room over. He knows the chances of them calling the police after he leaves are high. No witnesses are allowed in this field of business. The door is kicked open, a slick business suit clean of any crime stepping inside. The room is windowless, so really, he knows the only spot's the closet. His gun points to the closed doors, a single click telling whoever's inside that they'll be dead in a mere seconds. He counts down with no further explanation, and the moment he reaches one, he's ready to pull the trigger... Until you throw open the doors. It really doesn't matter in the end though, closed or not he can't allow you to tell anyone what has happened— Wait... You...?
Slowly, the gun is put down, your face pleading as you stare at him with teary eyes.
"I—I promise I won't tell anyone you killed my boyfriend...! Please...! H-He wasn't even any good! He sucked...! He sucked so bad I-I was gonna break up with him anyway...! Please don't kill me...!" In some desperate attempt to lure the gun away from him, you lunge forward, hugging his waist, your hand specifically gripping his bicep. He knows you're about to do everything to get it from him, so he knocks you out before you can. When you're on the floor, he has every attempt to finish the job. Instead, he kneels down, pulling you into his arms as he looks closer at you... He knows he's not dreaming now.
You're the mer he was desperately in love with before his rise to power.
Your goal? Abide by the contract Azul has set out for you until you have a plan of escape. His goal? Performing all the courting acts, he didn't have the confidence to do back then.
Jamil works as an assassin who gets rid of the world's most corrupt wealth. It's a job he takes seriously. The entire premise of the profession essentially has him choosing fate.
He's on another job. In fact, he's already lining up the shot, before a knife flies past his face, the force being felt on his skin.
"Hi, Jamil." You prop yourself right next to him, your eyes falling on his rifle.
You.
He's already lifting the thing to your face before you lie down on his lap. He's half tempted to push you off the roof before remembering how obvious that would make his position.
"What are you doing?" He mutters, realigning the shot as you fake sleep. When he doesn't seem to care, you peek an eye open, sitting up to watch him aim, as if you were shooting too.
"I wanted to see you."
"Why would you want that?" he mutters, his eyes glancing at you for a single moment.
"Dunno. You're fun to talk to, I guess..." He hums at the confession, as if it doesn't affect him very much. "... Even if I'm the one doing most of it..." You watch as he pulls the trigger, immediately standing up to flee. He grabs your hand to run away with him, as if you're not in the same exact profession as him.
He really wishes he had a request to end you... Maybe then he'd stop caring about what happens to you.
...
Imagine his surprise when he actually gets the job to kill you.
"D-Did I annoy you too much...? Jamil, I'm sorry, I really did just enjoy talking to you—" Your hands remain up in the air as your back hits the wall, a picture frame falling. Jamil catches it before it can shatter. It's a photo of you smiling, the sun kissing you just right. Very different from your expression now, shrouded in shadow as you await the inevitable.
You close your eyes when you stare down the barrel of the same man you've grown to like. You don't mutter anything else. You know Jamil is very set in his determination to finish a job. And so, you wait for the quick pain.
Except it never comes. Instead, you are met with the feeling of cold metal hitting you across the face, unconscious slipping into your brain.
"I'm sorry for this." is the last thing you hear.
The next time you wake up, you're met with a house you've never been in. No matter how many times you try opening the doors or breaking the windows, nothing works.
Until you're met with... Jamil, in regular clothes. Carrying a handful of groceries as if he weren't the same man who had assassinated the most influential businessmen in history.
"What would you like for dinner?"
D... Dinner...?!
Your goal? Figuring out what his ulterior motive is for keeping you there. His goal? Making sure his employers don't realize he didn't complete his job because he's obsessed with you.
Even if it means taking down those investigators.
Vil, who specifically goes for fans. It would be expected if he took out rivals. And if he did, there would be no satisfaction in reaching the top, with no rivals, would there? So instead, he targets owners of popular fan pages. The moment there's a pattern that gets released to the public, suddenly that celebrity seems to lose more and more of their following as time passes. All the way until they've hit rock bottom, taken in for questioning with their 'fan' disappearances. No matter how hard they plead their case, there's always some foolproof evidence that shows their guilt. But they swear they didn't do it!
Vil, whose next victim is you. You seem to be the last of Neige's major fan pages, standing tall amongst all the panic in his fans. It's perfect, really. He's about to set up his little plan for the following week, when he finds out the truth of your identity.
You're the [Name].
While not nearly as big of a name as Neige, you're a rising star in the acting industry. In fact... Vil is meant to be acting alongside you as love interest in his next movie. It's... an interesting side plot in his scheme. He has a rule for his victims. While one day, he might finally disregard it and get rid of a genuine competitor, today won't be the day. So instead, Vil waits. He waits until he finally meets you face-to-face on set. And, to call you beautiful might be an understatement. Of course, there's always room for improvement, but he might need a minute to figure out exactly what needs to be enhanced... He'll figure it out later.
Vil watches with a careful eye as you happily interact with the staff, even talking to him like you were close acquaintances at most. It's interesting. Not only are you Neige's biggest supporter, but there's something... off. He can tell. He can tell even more so a month into the film, after the two of you finish your on-screen kiss. But he won't deny it, you're quite skilled in your department. It's admirable. It's a moment that would be filled with passion, with Vil's hands viciously moving from place to place on your body as your arms wrap around his neck, as your mouths exchange unspoken words.
He's about to ask you about your comfort level before spotting notes you had left open on your phone. And goodness, what notes they are. You should be careful as to what the public could see.
Though that doesn't matter. Not when the two of you are breaking co-worker guidelines and booking a private suite in the nearest hotel. A place where no camera can find you two as you perform the same sensual scene, in the privacy of that room.
As you sleep, Vil sees your notes again, and he breaks a nail as he wonders. Wonders if... he's merely a replacement for your obsession.
... You wake up to a bedroom that isn't the one you fell asleep in. And there are pictures, ones in a similar fashion to the ones on your own wall. Except, instead of millions of photos of Neige, it's a million... of you. Covers of you frame a board with several other celebrities, and connected fan accounts. The x's on certain pictures tell you enough of whose house you're in, and what they've done. But... imagine your fear when the same killer you thought was coming after you is your co-star?
"Here's the deal." Vil sets a glass of wine in front of you. "You'll become my lover in public, with you secretly running Neige's fan account while slowly feeding the internet his dark truths. And in turn..." A long nail takes hold of your chin, his thumb brushing over your lip. He thinks you really are pretty up close. "I won't tell anyone how deep your obsession with him really goes."
And so, you're living and working with the same man who might end you both publicly and physically. Little do you know, he might've unintentionally grown just as obsessed with you.
Your goal? Breaking out of this deal as soon as possible. His goal? Dragging everyone else's reputation down as he revels in the spoils of having Neige's number one fan in his arms. Though, he'll make sure you come around.
Rook, who is actually a copycat. A copycat... after you. Your brows furrow as you stare at the TV, seeing once again a familiar crime that isn't your doing. Truly... when will this guy give up? Maybe he even knows your identity long before you have a suspect in your copycat case. You're plastering all of his walls, cute heart scribbles on there that he takes pride in. When he leaves his home, he says goodbye to each frame as if it were the genuine article. But there's no fear in that, because soon, it will be the real you!
Rook is a regular at the cafe you work at. You strike a good balance between being kind enough to clients so they won't hate you, and being nonchalant enough to slightly show you don't wish to be there. Goodness..! He could admire you for days! You've noticed, though. The blonde regular might have a staring problem... He always seems to order the same thing, which, coincidentally, is the same order you always get.
…
"Oh my...! Trickster, are you okay?" You stare through tired eyes at the familiar blonde in front of you. It's dark in the alleyway. An alley that was supposed to be void of witnesses, but here he is... Rook was it? The only other living person in this space.
Who can see the large garbage bag you're dragging behind you... And... is smiling at the suspicious scene? You lick your lips, your hand already on your blade's handle. It wouldn't take much to end your witness here, but carrying two bodies is so much effort... Maybe... Your arm is about to swing at Rook, your threat on the tip of your tongue, before he's pulling you in—by the waist?!
"Non non! I admire your work!" He's spinning you around, and you can't even question what's happening. You spot the bag being effortlessly carried by your stalker, a bright smile on his mouth despite the dim lighting of night.
... What?
"But... My Trickster, while you are truly magnifique... You must be—" He can't even finish that sentence, before he's slinging the trash bag over his shoulder to catch you with one arm. "... Much more vigilant."
You don't remember what happened after that.
You glare at the blonde through your lashes, judging every image on his wall. Somehow, every spot you look at has a new picture you didn't see before. The sight of your work has you realizing that this man is your copycat.
And now, you're stuck listening to him admire your work, even going so far as to wish for your hands on him to end his life. A part of you wants to do it, just to shut him up, but you know he'd enjoy it far too much...
While he essentially lets you live out your life like normal, he's always at your side, even when he's not right next to you.
Your goal? Figuring out how to get your crazed stalker copycat fan out of your life!!! His goal? Being your magnifique partner in crime!
Idia, who has a victim preference for extroverts. He knows there's a reason that the chances of seeing an extrovert in public are much higher than it is for introverts, doesn't stop the fact that he hates it.
Seriously... He just wants to leave his house to an empty city where no one wants to talk to him...! It's why he does what he does. Whenever he comes across a new normie in public, he's pulling up their address, social media, passwords, search history, and so much more. All so he can end their online presence before doing the same to their physical form.
So he's already doing that the moment you come up to him. Oh you... You just exude so much extroverted energy... Bet you don't even know about the depth of Kingdom—
"You like Premo too?" You chirp in from the side, and he's already scowling. Really, you just had to come up to him...! Grasping at straws for social interaction... Do all extroverts do that, seriously???
"Y-yeah..." Stop talking...!
"Have you gone to their recent concerts? Wow, they really do put out so much hype." ... Keep going. "I could never like them for just their looks. They really don't have that sparkly in-your-face promoting like other idol groups. And their voices are so mature and—sorry..." Huh... "I just thought I'd bring it up cause uhm..." You're an extrovert. "... I thought you were kinda cute..."
... What?
Idia, who is stalking you not because he wants to take you out (in the death kinda way) like the rest of those extroverts, but because now he has a genuine... Interest...!? Wow, he's fallen so low. His yesterday self would be so disappointed.
And of course... your page is—actually... normal? You have a set schedule, but your face is kinda barely there? You... post nerd material!!!
You're... could it be... you're... an introvert?! One who... Broke the introvert code to tell him he was cute, of all things?!!?!?
Everywhere you go, after going up to that stranger, you feel a chill run up your spine, like something is watching you go about your day. It isn't until your extroverted friends who drag you out to meet new people start disappearing... do you fear this feeling is something much more than just being watched.
Your goal? Figuring out who's taking out all your friends. His goal? Making sure to get those normies out of your life!!!
Malleus, whose killings are actually pretty spontaneous. He has no set rhythm or rhyme to it. Except well...
"Malleus? What are you doing outside? You know it's like, raining, right?" You quickly usher the soaked man into your home, his hair dripping onto your floors. You take no mind to it, a feature he's come to very much like about you.
He's lucky for the rain, truthfully. It has washed away all evidence of his crimes. The blood that had previously stained his fingers, wiped away by washing his hands through the pouring water.
"Has anyone else tried to talk to you, dear?" Malleus inquires as you wrap a blanket around his shoulders, your body sitting a few feet from him. A part of him wishes to ask you to come closer, but he knows such things take time.
"Uhm... The police?" He slows at the words. "They're... They're suspicious of me." You spit out, curling into your knees as you speak. "They think I killed all of them... B-But I know—I swear I didn't...!"
"Why do they think it is you?"
"All the victims are people who tried talking to me..." He hums at the acknowledgment. "It's just a coincidence, right? But what if they... come for people I care about...?" You jump when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, Malleus closing the distance between you on the couch.
I have already thought of that. Malleus clears his throat before speaking.
"I'm sure it will be fine. I will be here to protect you." There's a weird emphasis on the you, but you take no notice of it.
"Thank you, Malleus..."
You'll have no idea that while you're sleeping peacefully in bed, Malleus is out in the night, his hands stained with those who come even close to you.
Malleus, who does have a victim preference.
Those who try to take his spot at your side.
Your goal? Clearing your name of these murders. His goal? Stopping any possible suitors from taking you away. Including the same police who wish to charge you.
Skully, who kills in the name of Jack Skellington! He goes about his days perfectly normal. A normal student, a normal child, a normal friend, sort of... Of course, there's a certain oddity to him. He's pretty quiet and unnoticeable to the population. They have no idea that the recent missing cases in their community are due to whispers in his ears.
Little does he know that Jack Skellington doesn't exist. It's not a figment of his imagination, however. It's... a manifestation of his affection for his darling. The truth of the matter is, he kills for them, because they believe Jack Skellington to be real.
...
You're the one telling him to kill.
The moment you wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning into his ear with a soft whisper, he's already prepping his axe and thinking of all the ways to fullfill your desires! After all, you're the Sally to his Jack Skellington...
Oughh... That's so embarrassing to admit...! But it's the truth. Which is exactly why he lays his head in your lap after each success, as you both trade affection-filled words into each other's ears. He reminds you of a dog in that way. Especially with how he jumps at the chance to satisfy you.
You watch as he quickly ends those coworkers of his who always ridicule his obvious obsession with you.
Really, man... you're so obsessed with them it's kinda pathetic. I mean, have some autonomy—
He can't finish that sentence. He has no voice to finish it with when Skully does what needs to be done.
It's not allowed... Really... No one is allowed to belittle his affection for you. He'd do anything for you after all! You... You saved him from the horrible life he was living. If it weren't for the love you shower him in, he's not even sure he would have any motivation in life! You're... You're perfect.
Skully, who kills in your name.
Your goal? Loving Skully as much as you can. His goal? Making sure you know how much he loves you.
Preview: Reasons why your love couldn't come to fruition.
Cw: [ Angst ], Gn Reader, Regency Au(? Can lowkey be viewed generally too), Tiny Hints of Jealousy, Lots of tropes, Yearning, Reciprocated love and Unrequited love for different characters, Death (Skully), Historically inaccurate cuz they have rings, but who cares lol
Riddle Rosehearts, who can't marry you due to your status. His mother would never approve of his son marrying a commoner. He should've never entertained the idea, and yet... He finds himself drawn to you time and time again. He lies, telling his beloved mother about a business trip, only to meet you at your doorway, with flowers from a garden you could only dream of visiting. You're amazing, the way you smile, the way you laugh - none of it seems wrong in his eyes at all. It's different for his mother. When she finds out, she doesn't confront him. She knows there's a way for him to once again disobey her, and so she gives you an ultimatum. Imagine Riddle's heartbreak when he hears you tell him you've found someone else, one who doesn't have to hide their love for you... When you leave him, you ask Mrs.Roshearts to make sure he finds someone who will truly love him, in a marriage more suited to his status.
Ace Trappola, who has to watch you be betrothed to someone of a higher rank. Worst of all, a prince? He wants you to be happy, no matter what. You're the best thing to have ever happened in his life, but he can't deny... The urge to step between the two of you, proudly declare his love for you, without a care for his pride, was the strongest it had ever been. And yet, the moment he watches as your eyes meet his, he nods with a gentle smile. He knows what you're asking him. He knows, he always does. But, in the end, you deserve the most fulfilling life possibly, because that's what he wishes he could give you. A life full of luxury, one where he could give you everything and everything you want. Ruling together as he gives you the world just because you muttered it in passing in one of your petty talks. But instead, he can only flip cards and show you tricks to let that pretty laugh of yours trickle out. Not nearly a fraction of what you deserve. So, he watches, watches as Malleus Draconia places that ring on your finger.
Deuce Space, who doesn't feel worthy enough to ask for your hand. He has a less-than-ideal past... He's improved upon it since then, now being a model noble in the ton. Sort of. It's impossible to get rid of a history that dishonorable. But, whispers exist. And whispers of his past will always exist, since it was he who decided to act like that. Whenever you seem to hear someone mutter it in passing, though, you act as if it's just silly bad talk. He wonders how you would change if he told you it was all true. And so, he does. He sits you down and tells you every action that has members of society side-eyeing him. And... you don't care in the least. But, you should. And so, all Deuce can think about is how undeserving he is of your swift acceptance. With a countenance like yours, you deserve someone with a clean history. And that won't ever be him, will it?
Leona Kingscholar, who can't marry you because your betrothal is meant for the first prince, not the second. Never the second. It was doomed from the start. He knew from the moment your eyes met that he wasn't yours, yet he couldn't help but act like you were. Gazes that connected far too well, touches that lingered for too long, exchanged words that pierced emotions too often. Nothing that went beyond that, because despite his desire to pick you up and run, he knows how scandalous that would be for you. And... he knows you're not hit to pick up and run away with. No matter how much he wants it, you're meant to stay here and marry the firstborn, it's why you're there. When you see Leona, it's because you're meant to see your betrothed prince. He doesn't even know if you intend to see him or not.
Azul Ashengrotto, who can't marry you because he fears you finding the real noble behind the mask. Every moment, no matter how fleeting, he spends with you, he always notices the way you seem to crack him open. You expose a vulnerability that could be detrimental to him. And yet, he indulges, drinking up every ounce of affection and love you give him. It's only when he holds the ring in his hand does he realize, he can't have you. The carefully curated image of him was always intended to show the ton just how much he's matured since his younger days. He's now a businessman who thrives under all such conditions, putting logic and work over any emotion. And yet, you somehow, someway, reached beneath the plaster. He wants to let you keep doing it, but... what would you think if he showed all of you to him? The thought of you being disappointed in his true persona frightens him. And so, no matter how hard his hands wish to just place that ring on your finger, he holds back.
Floyd Leech, who can't marry you because he can't risk losing you. Between his ever-changing stance on his life and shifting personality, his affection for you stays the same. One dreadful feeling remains constant, though. The fear that he'll have you only to drive you off. Floyd is in tune with his emotions, better than most. Because of it, he knows the fear that rises in his heart when he thinks about finally having you, only to lose you in the same moment. There's a fear in finally being true to yourself, only to be proven it was the wrong choice. Why would he ever want to put himself in that position? Only stupid people do that. But that he starts thinking he might be stupid with the way his thumbs rub circles on your ring finger, a gnawing urge to put the only thing that belongs on there. Every moment he tries, he scares himself back into a corner... He's... had the ring for 2 years now. But every opportunity he has, he shoves it back before you can ask him what it is. Until the moment just never comes.
Jade Leech, who can't marry you because he fears how deeply infatuated he is with you. Whenever his eyes connect to yours, his face hides it perfectly well, but his chest doesn't. He can feel the sudden urge to grab the physical manifestation of your connection and see every part it has garnered in the time you've spent together. But that means he would have to confront the truth. You're everything Jade could ever want in life, bundled into one. He realizes that no matter what he says, thinks, or does, he will always have you in his mind. A forever-burning mark of what he wants in his life. You. And in truth, that's horrifying. It creates something unpredictable, and while he lives for such events, he can't deny the fear that takes root in his heart. Why does he feel this way about you? What made him feel like this? Why do you do this to him...?! He knows the last question is irrelevant because it's not you, it's his own affection that's setting him up in turmoil, but still... He was ever so curious when he was younger, and now he is even more so. But this time, it stems from something entirely different. He's curious about you. He wants to know everything your heart could possibly bear to him. Whether it takes days, weeks, or months, he wants to stay at it for all of it. Which is what he fears. Why... just why does he feel so much when it comes to you?
Jamil Viper, who can't marry you because he can never prioritize you the way he wants to. There's too much for him to manage. When you offer to work alongside him to remedy this workload, he vehemently refuses. He can't have a noble work alongside him, even if you intend to disguise yourself as a regular. But maybe a part of him does want such a scandal. After all, there's a reason he couldn't stop himself from being drawn towards you. Like some invisible thread that tightens around him impossibly tight when you draw near, beckoning him to find you. It only seems to let up when he's with you. With you... and breaking every such rule. He shouldn't, he shouldn't indulge in you this way at all, yet a part of him dies to ask you to marry him as if he could. Even when you asked him several times if he wanted to continue this. Truly... Is it not you who can decide that? You're the one with a reputation, and yet here you are asking him with such worry as if you're making him commit this. He knows you're not; it's all him that's deciding to do this. All because he can't get enough of you. When you ask him to run away together, his answer is cut off when Kalim enters the room, a reminder of why he can't ask for your hand.
Vil Schoenheit, who can't marry you because he's set to move to the city. It's differing opinions. Except, he never had to ask where you wanted to stay. He can tell clear as day with the way you seem to fit right into the scenery of your abode. Forests and quaintness suit you so much. A soft, quiet life made for a wedded pair who wish to get away from the public's view and enjoy life with only each other in their arms. But that isn't him. And you know it isn't. He doesn't tell you his plans, for fear that you would come along. Not even because you wished to, but because he has a feeling he would be the one to ask you to come with him. Maybe even ask you right there to marry him and join him in the city, be by his side as he grows his image the way he's always wanted to. But he can't do that, not when you belong here. And so, when he says his goodbye, his acting skills help him desperately hold back the "Come with me" that wants to escape.
Rook Hunt, who can't marry you because he's too much of a free spirit. Not a bad thing, it shouldn't be at all. But that's why he can't marry you. Even though he serenades you with the most lovely of poems, most lavish of gifts, and most amazing acts of affection, he can't marry you. Because... your duty lies here. In the embedded stone of the town, you are meant to stay here and be a heart to everyone else. He knows it, because you've taken his and all his entirety. It seems you're a better hinter than he is, because despite it all, he could never go for the heart. And yet here you are, holding it in your palms without even knowing you are. So even while his hand itches to just caress your being, and his mouth desires to pepper you in kisses, he holds back. An admirer of the art is never meant to touch it, only watch, and he seems to have carelessly broken that rule.
Idia Shroud, who can't marry you because his family already has someone else in mind for him. He's already noble as is, but of course, his family just has to be cursed with reputation... He hasn't had much publicity since Ortho's passing, and yet his family needs their prospects to continue on. Seriously... why does he have to marry some stranger he doesn't even have a shred of information on, instead of that neighbor of theirs who's known him longer than some of his servants...?! When he tells you, in a secluded spot of the city (Never the forest, you know he doesn't like it there.), about his arrangements, he freezes when you ask him to run away. Can… Is that an option for him? You only ask once, a glint in your eyes as you look at him. You await for his answer, and even when you’re already sure of what his answer will be, you wait for him. Like always, you wait for him. Even when he says he can’t, you wait. He’s bound by his lineage, and no matter how hard he wants the freedom of his books, he can’t. And so, you wait for him to leave. And he waits until he can get over you. Except, that wait never seems to end.
Malleus Draconia, who can't marry you because he can't give you the relaxed life of any regular lover. Your life would be lavished in luxury, but luxury can never be the same as comfort. No matter how much he wants to be by your side, his duty will always have him leave his spot next to you cold and empty. He loves you with all his being, but it's hard to show that when that same being has a kingdom to rule. So no matter how hard he wishes to place that ring on your finger, his care for you runs so deep that he knows you simply aren't built for the life of a ruler. You need to live in a home where you don't need to conform to royal expectations, and unfortunately, that isn't his home. And so he watches, watches as that friend of yours takes your hand, and gives you the life he can only give you in his dreams.
Rollo Flamme, who can't marry you because there's too much pain in the world. And unfortunately for him, he is one of the many victims in the world who suffer this pain. You're the number one cure to all the turmoil, but that's exactly why. For every smile, every laugh, every touch you gift him, he realizes more and more how much you deserve. Like an angel whose job is to guide souls to the right path, you've taken him into this dark den of life and renewed a vigor once lost. But that's it. You deserve someone who can be that light alongside you, not a man who can only relish in the rays you bathe him in. He can't bear the thought of being your anchor. He, unfortunately for both of you, loves you too much.
Skully J. Graves, who can't marry you because he loves you too much. A sentence that doesn't make much sense. But it somehow does. For every poem, every drawing, and word he dedicates to you, you can feel the ever-flowing stream of affection he holds for you. He should be the perfect candidate, yes? Well, he is. But... You'll be dead before he can fully show you the extent of his love. This time, it isn't Skully who believes he can't marry you. No matter how many times he proposes, professing he truly doesn't mind living the rest of his life alone if it means he can spend even a fraction of it with you, you turn him down. After all, he deserves someone who can live out the rest of their days with him. Not someone who can only confine him to a house, as they die of an incurable illness. But he'll take your hand in his, kissing it with cold lips, and say that he doesn't care. He wants to be wedded to you both in this lifetime and the afterlife. He can't try convincing you the next time.
Yandere Hero!Phainon, who seamlessly exudes hero. Every citizen loves him, even some of the most notorious villains can't help but admire him. But, there's one catch...
"I'm not going to fuck you, Deliverer," you spit out, both you and the white haired hero plummeting thousands of feet from the air as he holds you.
"I never said that. Just... you know. Dinner." The countenance he holds is akin to an eager puppy. If he had a tail, you think it would be wagging. "I've been asking so many times," he whines, like the two of you were dating.
"You do realize I'm saying no because I hate you, right?" If the two of you don't break for a soft landing, there's no doubt you'll both suffer the repercussions. "... We're done, Phainon," you mutter. You realize you should've waited til you've landed before saying that. His already inhumane strength increases tenfold when you say that. Somehow, it's so constraining, it hurts, but not enough for any lasting bruises. His face falls flat.
"I love you," you're about to scoff before he takes a sharp turn, speeding up his flying even more so. Each scream of his name has him hugging you closer and closer.
...
Phainon is an amazing hero. But he has one setback that the public has no idea about.
His unhealthy infatuation with his villainous ex.
Every time the two of you fight, there's some unresolved sexual tension. Something something knife to his throat, and he's smiling while inserting his knee between your legs. Photographers who take pictures of it are met with a personal visit from the Deliverer to keep it on the low. (However, he'll gladly take those photos for himself!)
When you're off the clock and trying to reenter the dating scene, your date is somehow always in a situation where Phainon is involved, or Phainon shows up and draws all the attention.
At some point, you get sick of that and decide only to meet with others in a similar profession. Doesn't go great because he's asking you what you see in such a bad criminal... Their biggest crime is probably your smallest.
So, you get sick of it and decide to hook up with the next biggest hero. Mydei.
After that, he's showing up to your door, not enraged but... wet? He's looking at you like an abandoned dog. Before you know it, he's clinging onto you. In his hero outfit of all things... does he wanna get caught?
But he doesn't care in the least, not when you're trying so hard to get rid of him. His arms are tightly encased around you as he buries his head in your neck. Despite your protests, he's lifting you up into his arms as the two of you float.
"Hey... you know we never broke up... please. I love you so much... You're the best thing to ever happen to me." and unfortunately, it works.
Next morning, you wake up in his bed with his arms trapping you in them, ironclad like a prison. The morning after is when realizations strike and...
You're gonna kill him for trapping you with him again.
When you try leaving, though, it's as if every part of his room is a copy of his strength. You can't break down the door, the walls, or even the windows. What is...
"Oh, I got it renovated for us."... This is a joke, right?
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Floyd Leech's love is soft. Despite his extremely changing persona, no matter what mood he's in, his affection for you remains unchanging. While his expression towards his feelings shifts, the way his heart beats for you stays the same. No matter his mood, you are the key to unlocking a version that only you can see. He doesn't understand it too well, yet somehow, he knows how he feels the best. It scares him a bit about how much of a constant you are. You seem to be the only thing he wants to stay the same in his life. Whether you're boring in the moment or fun, it doesn't really matter to him. The only thing he cares about is being next to you in every switching moment of his.
Jade Leech's love is deep. He doesn't comprehend his emotions for you. All he knows, however, is that he wants to be so deeply entwined with you. He thinks that if it were possible, he would dissect the love between you two. Understand its matter, its composition, its creation, he would want to know it all. In a way, it's a bit insane. And yet, when he puts on the facade of a gentleman, he does the same, masking his affection for you in propriety. It's only in the moments where you two are the only things in existence that you can tell just how much he wants you. He looks at you with eyes that tell you how willing he is to give all of himself to you. Look into his soul, his heart, his body. Look into it all you want, as long as you know how deep his love runs.
Azul Ashengrotto's love is bliss. He loves you so blissfully that the cracks of his former mer peak through unwontedly. No matter how much he doesn't wish to let something that vulnerable out, the way you smile at the sudden break in character has him reconsider his position for a moment. Only a moment, but he's back to resuming his facade once more when he snaps out of it. The newfound realization strikes a chord in him. Just... how much of him do you bring out? There's a sense of vulnerability in that, one he despises. But, for some reason, he doesn't hate it as much when it's you who brings it out. And so, every moment between you two is filled with a certain softness that nothing else can compare.
Sorry guys... The Octotrio alien parasites got to me...
Rook Hunt and the Unfortunate Demon He’s Summoned!
Cw: Stalking, Hinted obsession, Contractual Marriage
“Mon ange! You look magnifique!” It’s ironic he calls you an angel, yet here you are, dressed in white as your dark wings stand out like a sore thumb. How you got here in the first place is absolutely a mystery to you, yet here you are, humoring the human. Just how did this even…? You stop your thoughts when you hear sniffling, looking down to see Rook shedding genuine tears. “To be blessed with such beaute… I am so fortunate!” You awkwardly stand in the middle of the table, unsure of what to do.
Just… how?!?!
You appeared, expecting to grant a simple deal and be on your way. Yet, whether intentionally or not, he's essentially chained you to his side. For a week, you've waited for the moment he tells you what he's summoned you here for.
"Yeah, yeah, so uhm... We're going to make a deal, right?" Damn Azul and his stupid rules... Blah blah blah, don't leave until a deal is struck blah blah blah...! Well, he's not making any, so what are you to do about it?!
"Bien sûr! Now," You watch as Rook rests his chin on his hands, throwing a new costume your way. His eyes beam as he watches your forked tail swing slowly. "May I see you in another?" In desperation, you deploy one of the many tactics taught to you. You smile as you kneel down, your wings fluttering to cover Rook's face in shadow.
"Do you truly wish to see me in this?"
"Hm? Non non! Just a suggestion! You will look perfect in whatever you wear!" You groan as you fall back on the mahogany. What will it take...?! Why won't he just—
"Rook."
"Ah! What a commanding voice...! Oui?"
"Tell me your deal." You watch as he blinks, tilting his head while he thinks. Though you think it might be a dramatic show. Because something tells you, he knows exactly what he's been hoping to shake your hand for. But it doesn't matter... The moment you give him his deal and take ownership of his... horribly admiring... soul, you'll be gone, back where you belong! You watch as he sticks his hand out, his blonde hair covering one side of his face. Finally... You don't have to stay with this freak anymore—!
"Mon Trickster... Marry me?"
...
Is this what you get for being evil? If it is, you'll find a church and immediately repent until you disintegrate.
Wait... no, this is fine...! You can just marry him and then ghost him! It's... a perfect plan! And so, you shake his hand, effectively agreeing to his proposal and stealing his soul!
You shift in the mattress Rook had set up in his numerous villas, the moon hitting your white attire perfectly. A month before your wedding. Despite your original plan, it seems you can't simply ghost your fiancé.
... You wonder where the closest church is.
"Ghost...?! You are meant to fulfill their selfish desires as best as possible. Do you understand what will happen if he tells other humans about a demon taking his soul without return? No one will summon us anymore! You will go back there and be the best lover there is for him." Blah blah blah... ough...! Why do you have to listen to Azul anyway...!?
You nudge Rook, your clawed finger poking his cheek in the night. He doesn't seem in the least bit tired when he wakes up, his eyes bright and shiny when he looks at you.
"Oui?"
"Why did you ask me to marry you?" You seem to just be the unfortunate demon he's summoned. If it were anyone else, you'd be saved from this predicament; it just seems fate decided to be your enemy that day of all days.
"Hm? Because it is you, of course!"
"That doesn't..." You tut, bringing your arm over so you look down at Rook, keeping his back on the bed. "So, you were just gonna make a marriage deal with whatever demon came your way...?"
"Non non! I said because of you, Trickster!" ... He's joking.
"You... You don't even know me...?"
"I know you even more than you do yourself." He says it in a way like it's a matter of fact, but there's just no way... You don't exist unless it's to make a deal. You're essentially imagination until you feel like being true. So how is this weird human... "There is a reason I summoned you specifically."
No way.
You're about to jump back, and hopefully retreat back to anywhere but here. Before you can, Rook takes hold of your wrist, following you as your back falls on the bed. You breath hitches when you see the smile on his face.
"Mon demon, I have finally found you."
...
Good Evening Azul,
Unfortunately, I have found out a very troubling detail about my current client. Because of this, I wish to use one of our employee benefits, expressing our emotions.
Fuck you. You and your stupid rules have gotten me in this avoidable mess! Had you just allowed me to ignore him, I could have not been made to marry him...!
Anyways, on to my point. I unfortunately, will be stuck here for a while.
My future husband seems to be a part of the Hunt lineage. I hope you know that means you are making me marry into the same family that has a history of hunting demons.
Wish me luck. I can only hope the years of his stalking me have served as a way to bore him.
... But with the way he's been kissing my neck, I doubt it.
Idia Shroud, who plays dating sims, understands the hype. For the most part, the options he primarily chooses to romance all have a similar personality to you.
Idia Shroud, who, despite doing the same thing, gets really jealous when he finds out that you play otomes/dating sims too. It's embarrassing being petty over something so stupid. Actually, he's a hypocrite because he plays them too! But despite that, he still hacks your software, leaving you unable to open any of your sims...
Depends on whether your type in these simulators is a character just like him or not. But, if you go for introverted gamers, he miggghtt let it slide. If not, you'll find your current sim to be missing.
If you ask Idia to fix it, he'll flip his personality and interrogate you on what it is you want him to fix. He watches the way you avoid eye contact. His remarks become even more smug until you admit it. He laughs as if he doesn't do the same thing.
Like he quite literally doesn't think of you when he plays those visual novels...
Btw, even after he fixes it, he keeps it a little buggy. You never go all the way on your fav's routes </3.
