Hello There! I Really Want To Ask You For Some Proposal Fluff With Rogier From Elden Ring (x Fem!reader

Hello there! I really want to ask you for some proposal fluff with Rogier from Elden Ring (x fem!reader pls) Omg there is practically no appreciation for this fine man in eng fandom:(

Bite-sized Imagine

Marrying Rogier

Plot Summery: some general headcanons for marrying Spellblade Rogier This Contains: Angst (major character death), fluff, self-doubt (not receiving). Note(s): this was cute. Decide to just do some regular stuff and not some yandereness this time! Not sure about this, but I'll try again in the future if I feel like it.

Rogier didn't know why, but he found you comforting. It was a nice feeling, especially with how distorted and corrupt the Lands Between were. It's no wonder that eventually you two wind up in a relationship together.

If he's the one who proposes to you, he'll be very causal about it, mentioning it in conversation before digging deeper. He's especially prone to doing this if he knows his end is closing in, such as having deathroot sickness and such. He'd like to have a few more memories before he passes, especially if you've really wanted this yourself.

If you're the one who proposes to him, he's surprised but very...happy, at the idea. He's scared, but any reassurance you give him will calm his nerves slightly. Besides, he loves you a lot... and he isn't sure how long either of youse will last. So, he'll happily agree to the proposal.

When it comes to the wedding, the event won't be that glamorous, sadly. This is the Lands Between after all, there isn't much beauty to be found. Still, he tries to make it as charming as possible for the both of you. It'll be a simple ceremony, likely not many people being there. But youse have each other, and that's all that's needed. The night is beautiful, and the moment is wonderful. His heart has never felt so light, so...hopeful.

"I love you" Rogier says, smiling so gently. So warmly. This is a moment he'll never forget, never once in his life. The Lands Between is a harsh, cold world. No matter how hopeful and how light he feels, Rogier knows that this won't last forever. Not in a world like this.

So for as long as you'll let him. For as long as you love him, and for as long as he lives. Rogier will hold you deeply in his heart. His fair maiden eternal.

Imagine:

Yandere Rennala

Plot Summery: General headcanons for Rennala of Caria, Queen of The Full Moon. This Contains: Yandere themes and unhealthy mindset, manipulation, and non-consent to body modification. Not proof-read. Note(s): I'm not too sure on this one. I'm not sure if I grasp her character correctly, but I love Rennala and wanted to do something with her. I'll definitely rewrite this in the future of i need, especially once the DLC out.

On a side note, requests are on the way! May just take a while ^^"

Rennala is a dependent, obsessive, and heavily delusional yandere. She needs you, likely more then you need her, and she won't let you go. Not for a second. Not for anything.

Pre-Radagon Rennala is a fierce and great leader, and has her mind in the right place. She's far more respecting of your personal space and needs, but is very obviously in love with you and will dote quite a lot. If you knew her in her youth, no doubt you were the first she presented her Full Moon to.

Post-Radagon Rennala is a different case entirely. She's incredibly delusional and believes you two are meant to be, and never to part. She'll smother in affection wether you want it or not.

She's very obsessive over you and your life, constantly asking questions and wanting to know everything about you. She means no malice in doing this, she's genuinely just curious and wants to know everything she can about her beloved. It's been so long since she's talked with another person, especially someone who has captured her heart like this.

As stated before, Rennala is a broken woman and is heavily dependent on you. So it's possible for you to manipulate her in any way you want. She'll take your word as gospel and never doubt it, she'll believe anything you say to her. Whatever you say and do is the right way, and anything that contradicts it is quickly lost in her lunacy.

Rennala's pitiful state is capable of garnering heavy waves of pity and guilt, especially if you knew her before Radagon broke her. She'll crawl towards you, her legs no longer working, and hold onto you, begging you not to leave her. Don't leave her alone here. She can't survive without you. Please. She needs you to care for her, to love her, to hold her or let her hold you and whisper reassurances into her ears. She can't bare to be alone again, not after finding you. She cuddles your legs and stains you with her tears. It's hard to say no, but not impossible.

There's a very high chance Rennala may rebirth you, if that is what you wish. To be reborn again in the womb of her egg, and become a beautiful sweeting. Over time, the idea to rebirth you, even without your consent, is extremely tempting for her, especially if you don't have her great rune. To have you as a Sweeting at her side, completely dependent on her as she is to you, is alluring. Likely, she'll give in to her own selfish desires.

"Be not afeared, my beloved... I will hold you in my arms, forever.." She says, caressing your now smoothed features and glistening skin.

And as your memories fade into sweet, empty oblivion. You come to believe her affectionate words as truth.

Imagine:

Wally with a cheerful trainer s/o, who's dying from an illness

Trigger warning: dying reader, dead reader. Illness. Angst. Toxicly positive reader? Possible grammar mistakes.

Wally first met you on the day he was going to get his very first pokemon! To his surprise, you were here for the same thing! Norman was nice enough to lend you both a spare Pokémon and balls for you two!

He remembers how nerve-wracking but thrilling it was catching his ralts. When he did, you praised him! And gosh, he couldn't help but blush at your comment.

He invited you over to his parents house, and you both became quickly familiar with one another; becoming friends (and also rivals) very quickly!

Since both of your pokemon were relatively weak, the two of you decided to train together.

Eventually, you were confident that your Pokémon was ready to take on the first gym! Wally wasn't nearly as confident though, thus you two parted ways.

You told Wally you'd see him around! Giving him a gleeful smile that made his heart skip a beat. It appeared he had a small crush..

You guys wouldn't meet again until the second gym. Wally had moved to come stay with his uncle, and by then he had gotten a little stronger! When he saw you, Wally couldn't help but get a little giddy and blush ever so slightly.

After your guys' battle, his uncle invited you over to his home. He noticed how his nephew was behaving, and thought it might be good to bring over his crush!

You cheerfully accepted! And even wanted to race Wally there! Although, that didn't work out as his condition rendered running a bit.... Problematic. Soo, instead of that, you trailed alongside him and chatted about your adventures and experiences so far.

You sort of took a break on your journey to spend time with the lime haired boy. And he couldn't have been more thrilled!

At first, you two trained together. Being on break didn't mean you couldn't get some experience in!

Eventually, you two started doing everything together. Hanging out and enjoying the beautiful area, especially the flowers. Fooling around, even if Wally sometimes protested against your ideas. And lazing together during uneventful days.

It was on one of those days you asked about his condition, and what it was that forced him to move to his uncles.

Wally paused for a moment, before replying with an answer. He thought that by becoming a trainer, he could become stronger, both as a person and with his illness.

His answer made you admire him, and you felt like you owed him something in return. So, with your cheerful tone that made beautiflies flutter in his tummy, you said:

"well... I'm technically dying!"

Wally gave you a shocked expression, and almost thought you were joking because of your tone.

But it wasn't a joke, unfortunately. You told him you had an illness that was slowly killing. You became a trainer as a way to see the entire region before your death, and take on the gyms in an attempt to become the champion of hoenn!

Wally stayed with a shocked expression "s/o... I'm so sorry..". You hushed him, saying that you weren't afraid of it, or sad. Maybe you were a long time ago but now? You were fine!

To lighten the mood, you reassured him that everything was ok. Wally was awed at how much you accepted your fate. He understood, since he had his own issues as well, but to know you were dying and still be happy? He doesn't think even he could be as jolly.

You brightened up the somber atmosphere with optimism, stating that you were here, and ready to make the most out of everything!

Wally couldn't help his racing heart when you smiled. Your cheerfulness and determination made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. It was more then obvious he had a massive crush on you, and in a way, you returned those feelings as well.

Once that was clear cut, you decided to ask him out! Gosh, he was a blushing mess when you did, stuttering over his words and behaving more meek then normal. But... He accepted, a small smile on his lips.

The date was simple, but very cute. You two were strolling together around both Verdanturf town and Mauville city. The old couple of the daycare even let you both help tend with some of the pokemon. Although Wally was a bit hesitant, the pokemon cooed to his gentleness and calm nature. It was truly a precious moment!

It didn't take much time for you two to become a thing! Although yous never said it directly, it was clear as day you two were helplessly in love with each other.

It was also around this time you and Wally decided to resume your pokemon journey. Wally suggested you two stick together for the remainder of it, and you found the idea cute, so you two did!

But the plan didn't last too long.. halfway through your two's adventure, you began to cough. You often didn't think much of it, since it was something that happened a lot for you. Given your conditions and... everything.

But once you looked down at your hand, you noticed it was stained with.... Blood? You had coughed out blood, some of it coming out in small clumps.

This hadn't happened before, and you were actually... Very scared. Perhaps because it reminded you of your morality.. or because of Wally.

You couldn't let him see you like this. What would happen? How would he react? The last thing you wanted was to suspend his own adventure just because of you.

Wally noticed how quiet you got after your coughing fit, and asked if something was wrong. You hid away your bloody hand and hastily wiped any remaining traces of blood on your mouth, turning to him with your smile that always tug on his heartstrings "Yep! I'm fine! Just..."

You had to find an excuse. A way so Wally wouldn't suspect something. So, in a slightly sudden voice, you told Wally it was time to part ways.

At first, he interpreted it as you breaking up with him, which left him confused and very hurt; but when you explained it was just because you wanted to get the next gym badge, he sighed in relief you weren't ending the relationship. Although he was still puzzled by why you wanted to go on your own and a part of him didn't want you to leave. Something didn't feel right.

But you reassured him you'd see him again! And told him you two could still keep in contact through the phone! Although he still felt like something was... off... Wally just chopped it up to him being paranoid, and maybe even a little bit possessive? He wasn't sure, relationships were such a new concept to him.

With that and a peck on the cheek, you took off! And Wally waved you goodbye.

Wally then decided, he needed to get stronger! He hoped that the next time you two saw each other, you'd be impressed with how much he improved as a trainer and as a person, who wasn't bound to his illness.

Illness.. that's right, you were also sick, but much worse. Honestly, you were so good at hiding and quickly recovering from the symptoms, Wally almost forgot you were dying..

His chest ached at the thought of you dying. One of his fears was you dying before he could even talk with you again. His heart held so much love for you, and Wally wished that somehow he could take away your pain...

But your numbered days served as motivation. He wanted to get stronger, for you. He wanted to show you how far he came, and how far you've come!

Wally believed in you as well. He found you admirable for your optimism. He thought you could do anything! And that, even if you were dying, you'd survive, and make it.

Wishful thinking, I suppose.

But as Wally got stronger, you only grew weaker. The doctors you had visited said your condition had suddenly worsen out of the blue.

They said, at best, they could give you a few extra weeks of life. Maybe a month or 3, but you'd be heavily restricted. At that point, you'd be stuck to a hospital bed; your journey finishing right then and there.

So, you went against what they said. You held onto hope that, at the very least, you'd be able to collect all the gym badges.

Your calls with Wally became a bit more frequent, which he didn't reject to. Actually, he was really, really happy to hear you! Sometimes he'd get scared that something awful happened to you, so hearing your voice helped calm him.

You avoided telling him the truth though, instead asking about him, his Pokemon, and how far he is. Wally answered every question you had, becoming especially bright regarding his trainer status. You could hear the light and excitement irradiating from his voice, which made you smile.

When he asked about yours, you put on a cheery voice as you often did. Telling him everything was grand! You'd gotten a lot stronger, and had managed to collect another gym badge!

He congratulated you, saying how awesome you were! He asked if, when you two met again, you'd be willing to battle him.

You paused for a moment, not sure how to reply. You didn't want him to see you, not in your slowly deteriorating state. But at the same time you missed him. You wanted to see him again, physically. So, with an unheard reluctance, you agreed to the brawl!

Wally was concerned. You had never sounded so meek before. Never sounded so resistant to see him. He wondered if he did something wrong? If he displeased you someway. He tried not to let it get to his head, but the thought did irk him.

..when Wally finally saw you, he noticed how different you looked. Wally wasn't oblivious, but he didn't know how to bring it up. So, for the time being, you guys caught up! You told Wally how far you've gotten so far, and showed off your collection of badges! You also showed him your Pokemon, how strong they had gotten.

But Wally kept quiet, or replied only in short sentences. You notice his concern expression intensify upon bringing your Pokemon out. Their faces showed hints of sadness.

Finally, Wally asked if you were ok. Your quick reply more or less confirmed you weren't, despite your response portraying the contrary.

He took your hand into his and told you softly that, it's ok if you don't want to tell him. He just wants to make sure you're fine. His skin was so soft you had just noticed, and his delicate hold brought you comfort.

So, with hesitance, you finally told him what was happening. You told him how your illness had advanced, how limited your time was, what they adviced and why you went against it.

Wally looked at you with shock and sadness, but he tried not to overreact. Instead, he held you.

You brushed off his concern, and challenged him to a battle! Wally was stunned by how quickly you tried shifting the topic, and he declined at first. But you reminded him of the ole' trainer rule:

If two trainers lock eyes with one another, it is mandatory they begin a battle!

You wanted to distract yourself and him. You didn't want your illness to be a burden. At the very least you wanted to enjoy the time you had with him instead of focusing solely on you.

When the battle concluded, as if on cue, you coughed out. Wally could tell you were in pain, even if you tried playing it off as if you weren't. He quickly came to you, asking what was wrong and if he needed to call the hospital!

You weakly say it's fine, but Wally rebuked in an attempt to bring you back to reality. It was obvious you weren't 'fine', and he tried to convince you to go see a doctor; at the very least they could offer you some sort of pain reliever!

What was only worry for your well-being evolved into an argument. Even if you put on a happy face and chipper persona, you were suppressing a lot of emotions, and Wally was the unfortunate 'pin to the balloon'.

You let everything pour out, such poisonous words being thrown at him. Wally was stunned into silence by you, only able to endure your verbal assault. Your toxicity would of likely continued if another coughing fit hadn't taken over.

But this time, you weren't able to hide the pain. Your coughs rapidly grew worse, and the ache became too much to the point where your legs buckled in.

Wally panicked when he saw you dropping, but was able to keep calm enough to call the ambulance. He tried to help you as much as he could, but he didn't know what to do. Even you didn't.

When help finally arrived you had completely knocked out, a sickening pool of dark crimson pouring from your mouth that had convinced Wally for a moment that you were gone.

You were rushed to the nearest hospital. Wally wanted to come along with you, but the doctors refused and didn't take the precious time to hear his pleas.

..for the next few days, all Wally could think about was you. His journey had reached another stop, and he tried to stay at the hospital for as long as he could.

The only people he seemed to interact with was his gardivour, his uncle, and his parents. Other then that he had turned completely mute.

He felt guilty, as if this was his fault. The last thing you'd remember if you didn't make it was the two of you getting into an argument. Maybe if he hadn't been so pushy, you wouldn't of had a fit and be here.

He knew it was dumb to think like that, but he couldn't help it.

Sometimes, he'd visit your Pokemon who had been transported to a daycare in the hospital. They seemed just as scared as Wally was, but he knew fearing wouldn't do anything; it wasn't what you wanted either.

So, he tried to be positive. He thought you'd be able to pull through. You were one of the strongest people he knew!

You couldn't die yet, not when you hadn't even completed the gym challenges!

His optimism brought hope to your Pokemon, and to him as well! But Wally was split if he truly believed in what he just preached.

And every day that passed. Every hour you remained in your bed, motionless minus your chest pumping up and down from a machine you were hooked up with.

That hope grew dimmer and dimmer.

Sometimes he'd talk to you, gently rubbing your hand. Your guardian(s) allowed him to be near you, which he couldn't be more thankful for.

He'd tell you about his day, how boring the hospital was. He wondered if you could hear him? He hoped you could.

Wally missed you. He missed you so, so much. He missed seeing you walking around, he missed hearing your voice; he just wanted you.

Wally tried to pull himself together. He didn't want to seem weak in front of you, not when you needed the utmost attention right now. But he couldn't control himself for long.

Wally's gentle whimpers grew into uncontrollable crying. He was pleading to you, pleading to anyone, begging anyone to just---not take you away.

"P-please, S/O... I can't lose you. I...I love you!"

He wanted his words to reach you somehow, so that maybe... Maybe you would wake up.

But no amount of love laced words could pull you from your eternal slumber.

Your heart monitor began dropping. The beating of the machine inducing an intense anxiety into Wally. He cried out for help, and the doctors and nurses flooded the room like water.

Wally was pushed outside the room and force to watch as the medical team desperately tried to revive you. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach when every attempt resulted in nothing. No response, nothing.

The doctor came up to Wally, a sad expression on his face. The world went silent. He was muttering out words, lips moving, but Wally couldn't hear anything.

He didn't need to. He knew.

And he just breaks..

He's crying, perhaps even hyperventilating as the doctors attempted to calm him down. Wally knew you were gone. He thought he would be prepared for it, but the impact was too much for him to handle.

He cries, he cries a lot.

And then your funeral comes, but there aren't any tears. Not because he isn't sad, but because he can't squeeze anymore out. He just looks at your coffin in melancholy.

For awhile, Wally doesn't leave his house. When he returned to his parents, he is was nearly mute, and only stayed inside. All that progress had regressed, and he was back to his old self.

Wally wanted to care for your Pokemon himself, but he just wasn't in a good place. He couldn't even care for his own Pokemon, but they understood; your death affected them as well.

With some outside help from his family and his/your Pokemon, Wally slowly got better. Slow, but better.

It was painful for him, but he had to accept keeping you in memory while moving on.

He likes to think you'd want him to go forward, complete his journey. And he came up with a motivator; he couldn't be doing it for himself now, but for the both of you.

He'd do this. For you, and for himself.

He'll get stronger. He'll get braver. Because that's what you may of wanted from him.

Wally would never love someone as much as he did you. You mean the world to him. If only you two had more time together.

Wally will always miss you. The pain will lessen, perhaps even some of his feelings. But his love for you will mostly remain intact.

Wally would visit your grave frequently. But as time went on, the visits became less frequent. Still, he always brought your favourite gifts and most times your Pokemon came along with him.

He'll never forget you. Never.

This lovely artist is the person, I believe, made the drawing! I didn't ask for permission however, so if they ask me to remove the art, I shall!

Hi I saw your request are Open can I request

Yandere French blonde Bayonetta x daughter reader x brave Bayonetta x her daughter head Cannon

Like it when brave Bayonetta gos to fight them

And not only rosa getting possess it also the reader who is a power 12 year old with her own dragon Demon and what her action to her daughter death from brave Bayonetta. And then Bayonetta with her younger daughter reader dieing and joining her in a dance with her joining her in hell ( brave Bayonetta daughter is 18

Imagine:

Yan!mums Bayonettas (+Rosa) with an Umbran Witch Daughter

Plot Summery: B4 Bayoverse This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR BAYONETTA 3'S PLOT‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread. Note(s): This was really fun to write for! LOVE the scenario.

In this universe, you work alongside your mother and grandmother in reclaiming ancient umbran treasures. Though you're only 12, you are an exceptional witch, excelling in areas even fully mature and trained witches struggle with. You even contracted your first demon, a draconic entity notorious for its unbelievable power in Inferno, who also seems to hold an unimaginable possessiveness for you. Your mother and grandmother were extremely hesitant to let you in on their mission, but your skills and powerful kitty eyes won them over eventually.

French!Bayonetta, aka B4 Byonetta, is colder then most of the Bayonetta variants are, but she absolutely loves her daughter. She's always looking out for you, and is viciously possessive and protective. French!Rosa is the same, if not even more smothering. She absolutely adores and is proud of her granddaughter, loves her to bits, and will protect you with her life should the need ever arise.

If you share a semblance to Baldur (who's theorized to have died in Rosa's place in this universe), like having his blonde hair, sharp features, or anything else like that, then Rosa and Bayonetta's protectiveness increases tenfold.

When the Chaos Gear is stolen by the group of Stratus, you and Rosa are on hot pursuit, you ignoring the calls from French!Bayo as you chase after it. She sends Mictlantecuhtli after you both, giving the demon strict orders to look out for you specifically.

Meanwhile, Brave!Cereza has just entered the alternate universe and has witnessed a glimpse into this world's past. Seeing you and Rosa together stirs emotions inside of her. Seeing you interact with your grandmother, a luxury she'll never get to experience herself, is extremely bittersweet. Moreso if Prime!Y/N is with her at this time.

When Cereza and you finally these variants, she's mortified at what she sees; B4!Y/N and Rosa completely taken over by Singularity's vile homonculi. Rosa and B4!Y/N waste no time in engaging in battle, even as Cereza tries fo reach out to you. Eventually, you both are separated from one another, leaving B4!Y/N to Cereza, and Rosa to you.

Deep within her mind, Rosa is fighting a battle she cannot win. She's trying her hardest to fight against Singularity, fighting so that she won't hurt you. But it's entirely fruitless. Thus, when she does break through Perlucidus' control, she begs you to kill her so that she won't try to hurt you anymore. And as her umbran clock breaks into a thousand pieces, she thanks you, and falls into the void.

Meanwhile, Cereza is forced to fight B4!Y/N, which is extremely taxing on her both physically and emotionally. Even if you aren't her daughter, you are still a version of her, and a younger one at that. She tries her hardest to get through to you, but it's pointless as the conflict grows even more intense, the might of which tears away at the city's very structure. Even now, you're able to match up with Cereza's power, defeated only by the sheer impact of the fight.

Cereza watches as you fight an unwinnable battle against the parasite within you. She tries to hold you, begging you to fight, but it isn't enough. Hearing you cry through the control is so unbelievably painful for her.

It's hard for her to put you down, but she knows she needs to. Loading her gun, she fires a concentrated beam of magical energy through your chest, sending you back. Her arm drops as she watches you writhe for a few moments, and then as the demon arms pull your unflinching body into Inferno. She apologizes to your corpse for her incompetence "I'm sorry, little one..."

French!Bayo is absolutely livid when she learns that both you and Rosa have perished because of these multiversal interlopers. She's brokenhearted and in grief, but her core emotions are rage and bloodthirsty hatred. She will avenge you, she promises you that.

If she finds the main variant of you, be prepared to be in for a devastating battle. She won't hold back, and she'll be aiming to make it hurt. In a better state of mind, French!Bayo may have been more reasonable, but in the state she's in, she'll only see you as a mockery to her little one and an accomplice to her death. The battle between Cereza and her will be that much more intense.

Cereza, seeing how beaten you're getting, is quick to jump in and defend with great ferocity. The battle is harsh and destructive, but it plays out just like the game. French!Bayo gets taken over, Cereza powers up Baal to summon Baal Zebul, and French!Bayo is ultimately defeated.

Cereza wishes her variant well in the afterlife as she watches her break apart into nothing.

"May you be reunited with your mummy and your little one.."

The battle has left you greatly injured and drained and Cereza is smothering over her daughter, trying her best to tend to you. But there isn't much time to focus on that as the B4 universe is consumed by Singularity. The two of you are forced to leave, and focus on saving the rest of the multiverse. Cereza preys that you'll be safe.

...but her wishes only travel so far. By the nearing end of her journey, during her final battle with Sigurd... her luck runs dry.

Cereza, gravely beaten and injured, watches as you, her beloved daughter, gives it your all to protect your mummy from Singularity. Your own wounds have worsened and this battle only pushes that severity, but you push back against the pain and give this fight your all.

Singularity is unshakened from your attacks, although he didn't count on you trying to save the day. He brushes them off like dust in the wind. Cereza reaches her hand out to you, her voice no more then a whisper "no...d...don't..." is all she can say while she forces herself up, exhausted but fighting to get to you. To save you, like you wanted to save her.

But she isn't fast enough to stop Singularity from grabbing you by the neck and holding you in the air, his clutch on you squeezing the air from your lungs. You try feebly to fight back at him even now, but they do nothing to stop him. Cereza raises her guns and fires them at him "LITTLE ONE!!" But her attacks, like yours, do nothing. Singularity, bored of this fight, stares you in the eyes one last time before breaking your throat in his hold.

That sickening snapping sound rings through Cereza's head as she watches your body, once so full of live and the fighting spirit of an unbran witch, go limp and drop to the floor. She can't pry her eyes away watching as your body is swallowed by Inferno.

Her knees feel weak, and her throat is dry. "No..." is all she can whisper. It's small and it's quiet, so unlike the witch who was loud and big. She doesn't react, or maybe chooses not to, as she's held into the air by fallen debris.

As she's about to meet her end, a bullet frees her from her stony prison and she lands knees-first on the cold ground.

Her glasses are pushed up by the gunslinger, and she sees someone she hasn't seen in many, many centuries. The woman smiles down on her as she speaks to her little one, her red ribbons floeing gently..

"you didn't cry while I was gone, did you?"

When Singularity is defeated, Cereza is taken by Inferno. As she feels herself being pulled into the hellish depths, her thoughts drift to you.

In the end, your souls reunite. A dance between mother and daughter, one of grace, of emotion, of passion, and of loss is done. Cereza and her daughter dance as the multiverses are restored, one by one. B4!Bayonetta and her mother and daughter are reunited once more, clasped in an embrace neither one wishes to break off of.

And when the dance reaches its conclusion, Cereza holds your form in her arms. She gently caresses your hair before the two of you shatter into roses, fading away into Inferno.

Cereza and her little one. Together until the end.

Imagine:

Makoto Naegi with a Yandere S/O.

(long post, by the way!)

(Slight, ever so slight n✿fw warning)

When he first met you, Makoto couldn't help but be attracted to your gentle, sweet nature that comforted him always. Whenever he felt sad, disappointing, or angry, you'd come to his need and whisper things. Things that put him at ease.

Although he'd never feel that way about you, he saw you as his greatest ally. His best friend.

But... that's not what you wanted. At all. You loved him more then anyone else, you were willing to do just about anything to make him like you! You were so certain he'd fall for that charm, so when he didn't... It was devastating. But... you'd continue to love him, continue to be there for him. You had convinced yourself that, in some way, he'd come to love you the way you loved him.

Your devotion to him was almost as obsessive as Toko's. But unlike her, you didn't make it apparent as to not scare him off.

Which is why he never caught on to your - now looking back at it, obvious - issues.

You always managed to disguise your prying in a tone so sweet, syrup practically dripped from every word.

"how was your day? Anything interesting happen?" "What're you up to today? Wanna hang out! I'd really like too!" "Did you hang out with anyone new?"

Makoto would always answer your questions honestly.

"It was fine, I guess.. not much really happened but I did finally beat that level!"

"Yeah sure! I'll be right there"

"uhh, not really... W-well uhm...there was this o-one person..."

Huh-

It didn't take much time to know he was crushing on someone... It was apparent in the way he grew awkward and stiff in his speech. And how you could practically feel the blush irradiating off his words.

And every word he said regarding them felt like a skewer through your body.

You loved him so, SO much that it hurt...so why?

Why was he making you suffer more?

How much more of yourself do you have to strain, just for him to mumble a simple...

"I love you"

But, you wouldn't allow this to penetrate your facade. Instead, you made it seem like you were happy for him

"Wow, makoto. Sounds like you have a crush~" you'd tease him, hiding how bitter those made your mouth taste

"H-hey! That's not it!"

"Yeah yeah, lover boy, whatever you say~ careful though, don't want a flagpole shooting up if you hug them, eh~?" That definitely made him stutter, more then before especially. What a cutie..

After this, makoto began seeing you a lot more then usual. Sure, I mean, you did hang about him a bunch, but recently it had been more frequent.

He never suspected anything though, you just wanted to hang out is all. Besides, you were his best friend! Why would he suspect you?

It didn't take long for you to discover the person he was crushing on, due to his many mannerisms you had studied down to a T practically giving it away.

That, and he just (reluctantly) told you.

Now, to get rid of them. That poison in the lake..

Don't worry! You'd never kill someone, no no! Although...

With the plan you'd put in motion, you're sure that death may of been more merciful..

A week or two passed, and Makoto noticed changes in the person he liked. They were more gloomy, reserved and even a bit fidgety now. Contrasting their once outgoing and laid-back nature.

He began noticing how people looked at them too. Disgust, anger, spite, or pity were a common expression thrown their way. And soon, bullying was happening as well.

Vicious rumors had been spreading like wildfire about them, quickly destroying their reputation and likeability and ultimately alienating them.

What was gossip quickly turned into truth, and that was all you wanted. Everyone believed it, even Makoto did, and soon they came less and less to the public.

Until eventually, they stopped coming entirely.

This was all you wanted! Now, it was just you and him. No one else that could get in the way.

The plan work worked more perfect then how you wanted it though. It seems your lies grew to the bounds of the internet and cyberbullying quickly began spreading through their daily life. Even when they left, they weren't safe.

It didn't shock you much when their body was found in their residence. Gently swaying side to side as they hanged from the rope tied around their neck. Face deathly pale and nails stained with their blood.

What a loser, even in death they couldn't do it right. Hah!

This didn't effect you much, if at all. It actually felt very rewarding for you, knowing your actions pushed them over the edge.

The same, however, could not be said for Makoto.

He was extremely shaken up by the discovery, and a part of him felt like he could of helped them.

He could of saved them. He saw what was happening, and he didn't do anything. Why?

Why didn't he help them, when they needed it the most? Why was he such a coward?

Taking note of this, you quickly sprung into action. Bashing away those hideous thoughts.

"Makoto, don't think like that! You couldn't of prevented this... They..they did this to themselves.. they just couldn't take it anymore... I'm sure they're happier where they are now, and from what I've seen, they wouldn't of wanted you to be sad!".

Although he still blamed himself. That brought him some comfort, especially from you.

But... This wouldn't be the last instance something like this would happen.... It was one of many, in fact.

A disturbing number of people that use to buzz around the ultimate lucky student slowly began distancing themselves from him and the school, one by one each abandoning him and succumbing to the relentless bullying. Much to his grief.

Yet every step of the way, you stood alongside him. Reassuring this was never his fault, and that he didn't deserve to blame himself for it.

Maybe that's what gave you away. How you always stuck with him thick and thin. How you crept your way into practically every moment of his life now.

Slowly, he began to realize the seeds of ignorance you'd sow in him. How you'd tell him they weren't worth his time anymore, how they were idiots to abandon someone as sweet and as caring him.

And how you'd never leave his side. That you'd be with him every step of the way.

Makoto confronted you about his suspicion, although instead of replying with a harsh or demanding tone, the words came out with a softness.

Even if you were the cause of why students had been dropping like flies...he still cared about you deeply. And even if he was angry, he could never bring himself to truly yell at you.

Your expression at his accusation was obvious confusion "uh, what? Why would I be the one making them leave?" You'd say, your voice evidently laced with pain.

Makoto quickly apologized for hurting your feelings, but continued on about his impending suspicion about you, and how he felt like something was just...off

The last thing he wanted was to lose you. You were there for him, you cared for and about him when no one else would. You always took care of him, and he didn't want this to the be the case but...

No, you couldn't allow this to happen. You worked too hard and came too far for him to just do this to you. You! Of all people, he was suspicious of you!

The one who was always there for him!

The one who wiped away those that always threatened to spill whenever someone he cared for disappeared!

The one would risk both life and limb just to see him smile!

Why?! Why did he always do this?? Why did he always make you suffer so much.

Makoto saw a new side of you. An aspect of yourself that triggered an almost primal instinct of his to leave. Run away as fast as he could. And yet he couldn't. His legs remained perfectly positioned, much to his inner agony. He feared what he saw.

And what he saw, was anger.

You were angry at him, angry at yourself, angry at the world. Oh, why couldn't he just love you! Why?! Was it that hard to do?

You didn't care anymore, you decided that if he wasn't going to make the first move, you would.

Gripping firmly onto his stiff hands, you began to confess your feelings. You told him everything: how you had loved him since an early age, how just being near him was enough to get you started in the day and ready for anything. You told him how he made you feel like an entirely new person, and that your life, once boring and plain, had a burst of colour every time you were near him.

You even started diving into secrets, your mind so wrapped up in finally being able to do this just letting them slip.

You added how you'd sometimes take things from him while he wasn't looking. At first it was regular things he'd never miss like an empty soda can or a video game disk that was broken. Then, as it continued, the context got more intense.

Like how you sometimes snuck into his room whenever he wasn't around (it was pretty easy to get in to considering his family really liked you, and that you'd lie and say you were grabbing something for him) and that you started taking more private things from him like his shirts, pants....undies. anything that remotely smelled of him placed you in a high you hadn't felt before.

You even touched yourself with the toothbrush you took from him while also inhaling his scent, pretending he was the one doing all of that to you. Even now, the thought made you quiver even now.

Makoto was completely awestruck. He was frozen in place, overwhelmed and unable to process what you just told him. A part of him always knew you liked him more then a friend, and perhaps a tiny bit of him was feeling the same way due to recent events.

But whatever chances of love that were there had completely vanished and turned into air. What resided now was terror. He was afraid of you, and what you would do to him.

And he was wise to think that. While you felt relief to finally be able to say all you, your heart was still whirling in anger. Yet instead of shouting at him, you calmly--and eerily lovingly-- said this.

"you make me feel whole, you make everyday to me more lively and worth loving! I love you, Makoto Naegi. I love you so much... That it hurts... It hurts so much sometimes, but I persist, for you! I want to revolve my everything around you! Please, please accept my confession..please?"

He hated how his face burned red for a split second, but quickly that sinking feeling returned to him, and appropriately, he shakily refused your confession. And with some trembling force, he pried his hands from yours.

"i-i'm sorry s-s/o... But... I don't love you like that... And I can't just forgive what you did. Because of your actions, a good person lost their life! You even made all my friends disappear! I...i-i-i can't LOVE someone like that- like you! You..." And that's where everything blurred for you..

What...what did he just say?... "I can't love you?".... Huh... But...

Makoto felt a dark aura disperse from your body as you became stiff and quiet, like a stone statue. Your eyes grew a shadow darker, amplifying to your intimidating appearance as your once bliss smile dropped into a devastated frown. The mixing energies of your being and your expression made him gulp from terror and guilt, and send a shiver running down his back.

You don't remember much of what happened afterwards, but you were aware enough to know your body began moving on its own and towards the boy who made your heart beat faster. Even now, you loved him... But now, you also despised him. For being so...selfish. after all the time and effort that was sacrificed for him, he still didn't love you... Well, you could fix that. You tried the subtle approach, but perhaps a more "direct" method was needed to drill that thought inside his head. Maybe that's what motivated your body to move on its own.

You faded in and out to what was happening at that moment. You remember makoto attempting to run but being cut off when you grabbed him and brought him to the ground. You remember him shouting in an attempt to alert someone about his attack. And then, you grabbed something solid and hard, and bashed it into his head.

He survived thankfully, but he was knocked out cold and bleeding profusely. On top of that, you were sure someone could of heard what was happening. At that point you were panicking, but were composed enough to come up with a half-assed solution. Although it seemed impossible, you had hope it would work...

And work, it did.

Makoto found himself in a weird building, one that wasn't too familiar to him. He couldn't remember what happened, his mind twisting in pain as he rubbed the bandaged area that had been struck by a rock. "A rock? I was attacked..?" And then that's when everything flooded back to him. How you entered a blind rage and began to attack him, bringing him to the ground and easily overpowering the boy before knocking him unconscious.

He tried moving to at least get a better understanding of where he was, but it'd prove futile due to his arms and legs bound to a chair. He tried shouting, but it was useless due to the gag in his mouth which.. he had justed noticed was there. Makoto did everything he could to try and get out of his confinements, pulling and pushing his limbs as much as he could yet only achieving a slight *rattle* from the bounds.

His fear would only increase when the sweet honey suckle voice that once brought him comfort, but now only pure terror, bounced from the buildings walls. You smiled gently at makoto in a manner that seemed like it was almost mocking him. You greeted him like you did everyday previously; warmly and with a fun energy! You hoped he slept well, and you informed him he'd been out for quite a bit, and that you fixed that little bump on his head! Though, he didn't need to thank you. Not like he could!

You then told him you had brought him to a special place where no one but the birds and bugs outside would disturb them! You also told him not to worry about his school life or family, you had already taken care of it! You said to your hostage that he'd been staying here for a bit until you had made him love you.

Makoto didn't know what to do, and he was scared beyond anything he'd ever felt. What happened to you? What happened to the S/O he use to know? Was it all just a facade?... Oh god, what were you gonna do to him?

Noticeable sweat drops and a purple hue took over his expression, pure fear etched into those darling features of his which you came to adore. You told makoto that, if he behaved and began to love you, that nothing bad would ever happen to him. you wouldn't touch a single hair on his ahoge, so long as he said these simple words.

I love you.

And yet, even then, makoto couldn't abide to your rule. Upon taking off his gag, makoto tried to reason and plead with you to let him go, that even if he was captured he'd never tell anyone about it; and that even if you were an insane person, you were still his friend! And that you could get better! And-

*SMACK* You slapped him across the face and shoved the gag back into his mouth. You had enough with this "friend" nonsense, and you weren't insane! What was he even on about? Was he trying to make you hurt again?... Well, it wasn't gonna work. Now, it was his turn to suffer. To hurt him like he hurt you until he learned to love you as much as you loved him.

You disappeared for a moment, and in that time frame makoto soaked in what had just happened. You smacked him?! You really smacked him! And it wasn't like it was painless either, the red print on his cheek said otherwise. Tears threatened to topple over at that moment, the fear, pain, anger; betrayal, guilt, regret all getting the better of him. His thoughts were brought back to earth when you returned to him brandishing a fresh set of sterile, sharp tools that glistened in the rays of sun that managed to seep through the building.

You expressed an awed grin as you brandished a sharp tool towards his neck, pressing it against him until a small line of blood began to ooze down. Makoto's eyes were filled with immense terror, and the colour that remained had completely drained from his face. He was shaking intensely and you swear heard him take a hard swallow. God he was adorable, even now. You didn't want to hurt, you truthfully didn't... But playing nice wasn't going to get you anywhere, so hurting him was a necessity. He would scream, yell, cry, beg, but it wouldn't deter you from your mission of love. Even if he feared you in the end, even if he hated you by the end, if it meant you'd get to keep him now and forever... It'd be worth it.

Makoto's spirit and willpower were completely destroyed by you. He couldn't remember anything really, blurring in and out of consciousness as his body was assaulted nearly daily now. He couldn't think of anything but the pain that irked his body and his mentality. It hurt everywhere, it even hurt breathing now. Why were you doing this to him? He just wants to go home, he just wants to see his family again... He just wants the pain to stop. Please... Make it stop.

What remained of the past makoto had been largely snuffed out, replaced with a shivering scared young boy instead. A nice, obedient boy, one who'd obey you without a fault. It honestly worked much better then you thought, and you were amazed at how quickly the personality of someone can change. You were sure he wouldn't try anything, now that his energy and motivation were depleted, so you released him from his bounds and carefully took him out of the chair. Makoto wanted to fight back, thrash and run for the doors, but he just... couldn't. His body and his mind were too out of it for him to do anything.

All he could do was writhe in pain. Emotional, physical, mental, it all hurt to the point his tears began running down his face again. You gently wiped away those tears, caressing his hair and telling him how much of a good boy he was to endure all that. You spoke to him in that sickly sweet tone he came to fear, as it always meant something awful was about to happen to him... But, he didn't try resisting anymore. It was pointless.. but he craved that kindness you once had. He hated himself for still wanting to see the good in you, he hated how much he still cared about you... And he was scared that a piece of him did eventually come to love you a tiny bit. He wanted to suppress these feelings, all of them and just let the anger remain... But he was so, so touch starved for any kind of kindness or humanity that his body couldn't help but weakly curl up to your warmth, as much as he hated.

Your heart pounded as he did this. He was starting to love you! You were the happiest person on earth! All that work and effort had finally paid off, makoto, your love, FINALLY returned your affection! You could just throw him in the air and hug him until his ribcage broke, but couldn't do that right now because there was a high chance his ribcage would actually break in his current state.

You were quick to nurse him back to a stable condition, how you did this completely mesmerized him. When did you even learn this? How long were you planning to kidnap me? So many thoughts, so little answers. For the first few days of his slow recovery, makoto tried thinking of a plan to get out and return to his family, then when that was done he'd have you put away somewhere. Far, far away from him where'd you rot.

But every time he tried thinking of a way of to get away from you, his heart would coil with guilt almost instantly and his train of thought would be derailed. Why was he feeling this way for you? You kidnapped him! You hurt him! Why should he start loving you?...

Why was he starting to love you?

....and then, time passed. Makoto was fully healed physically, although he still was not nearly as stable mentally or emotionally, but that was fine. He was quiet now, and you missed his voice sure but, he'd come back around eventually! So you spent a few days alone with him, bringing back some stuff for you two to do and munch in an attempt to bring out some remnants of his past self a bit. it didn't help much as makoto only did things whenever you told him too, but eventually he started doing stuff again. He ate whenever he needed, and cleaned himself when it started getting bad, and as a reward you'd smother him with kisses, hugs, and buy him one of his favourite things for every little achievement he unlocked! Makoto couldn't explain what he was feeling for you, or maybe he just didn't want to accept it. He was still scared, still so angry with you or your selfishness... But he craved you. He craved your affection, your love.

And then more time passed.. makoto was allowed to go back to his family once he had been fully trained. But he couldn't stay away from you very long, spending a night by himself felt so... Odd for him.. after all the time you two spent together, without your presence near him he felt absolutely alone.

This emotional dependence on you caused him to fumble even basic day to day tasks. He was so use to the lack of people that the sudden amount of eyes on him made his anxieties spike. It felt like someone was wrapping their hands around his neck, squeezing the air right out of his lungs. He needed you so, so much right now. He needed you to tell him how good he was, he needed your love.

When he finally does get to see you again, he's practically in tears and sobbing profusely. He missed you so much! Where did you go? Why weren't you responding to him? You were his world, and you completely left him! He just clung to you for the most time, refusing to release in fear you'd drift away again. He wanted to hate you, he really did, but only a small bit was allowed to sink through as the rest simply roared for you.

You were makoto's crutch for stability. Honestly, you weren't too upset about this. If anything, it made you feel needed from the one you love most and that's all you ever wanted. He finally realized... That all he ever needed was you, and whatever you did to him back then was only for him to get a clearer view of his future.

And you finally got your wish, with teary eyes that could flood an entire desert and a heartbroken, desperate.

"i love you, S-S/O!"

Finally... Finally, he had said what you always wanted. You practically melted into his being as he muttered those words, you had never felt such a wash of pleasure come over you! He said what was needed, and you returned it in full! You two devoted time to each other, and you loved each other through thick and thin.

Makoto's independence had completely evaporated when you had tortured him daily back then, and his emotions were completely erratic. You controlled him, you kept him in check, and you loved every second of it.

Finally... The man you loved, was yours.

Forever ♡

Sorry if it was a bit rushed near the end! It was going on for too long, so I just needed to hurry it up! I'm going to make them smaller in the future, so please enjoy this.... whatever!

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