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“compared to your golden suns, my eyes are just dust grains in space.”
“…that in itself can be beautiful, if you let it.”
“but i’m nothing like you.”
Heaven Can Wait.
Yan (College AU) Juno x GN Reader.
Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, descriptions of violence, implications of dub-con sex (not with the reader), Chrollo is the worst, and unhealthy relationships.
Word Count: 1k.
Can be considered to be an honorary part of Hier Encore. (Or as a standalone for a soft yandere hot woman)
*~*~*~*
You could have chosen a better place to eat. Everything was less than half the usual price compared to the more expensive places, yes. But the customer service was ghastly though, the food was near inedible, and everything smelled of cigarettes. Cracked white bowls and filthy cups littered every table, including the one you two are sitting at.
Well, Juno thought, at least I can smoke here.
That would ruin the mood though, perhaps. She wants you to only have the best opinion of her after all. She wants it so bad that she has dressed up to the nines for a simple late-night fast-food run. Like a single cloud hovering in a bright blue sky, she stands out like a sore thumb.
It’s half past midnight now, much later than she usually stays up on her days off. Not that she had many off days, to begin with. It’s a prison of her design honestly; always wanting to know more and do more sometimes gets her nowhere.
But most of the time it gets her somewhere.
It was easy enough to befriend you, having moments not too intimate but not too distant either.
Yes. Yes… you remind her of him, in some ways.
You tell her sweet words and your touch is as soft as the pillows she sleeps on. Those were not the only traits Sebaste had Juno sees in you, though.
You’re not the most aloof person she knows, that easily goes to Camus, but you still don’t know how to control your facial expressions much. You like the beach, but not necessarily like the ocean’s water.
“How can you just eat all of that?”
“Pardon?”
You point. Juno looks down at the many empty plates on her side of the table, all piled high on one another and all having a thin layer of red sauce inside them. There must have been at least five, she thinks. She was too zoned out to feel the spice of the food most likely.
Your bowl, on the other hand, was more than half full. Your side of the table was also covered in little splotches of hot sauce, while hers remained mostly clean. You were avoiding the vegetables maybe, or maybe you didn’t have as high of a spice tolerance as she did. Juno is undecided on which one would be more likely.
…Has… she really eaten this many bowls while her imagination roamed free?
She has dealt with far worse pain. Though around forests in the middle of the night only to be threatened with a taser was on the much lower end of the spectrum of unfortunate situations she has been in, the spiciness was somehow even lower. The device was set to the lowest setting, but her skin still felt like it was about to jump out of her body and run away. Being held with an ax right below her neck while another hand held her up by her hair was another one only slightly above the last two. She only had a slight cut just above her collarbone when the grip loosened and she was able to leave.
But she cannot tell you all of that; she wouldn’t want you in more danger than she has already made you be in.
“I’ve simply dealt with far worse… ‘dishes’, [First].”
You look confused at her answer but decide not to pry – another trait she loves about you, your ability to not invade others’ privacy – and decide to instead delve into the now cold cup of admittedly diluted green tea you ordered mere minutes ago.
*~*~*~*
When Juno locks the door behind her, she notices the tall lamp by her desk is on. It’s no mere coincidence, she knows it, but somewhere deep down she hopes that tonight it will be. Hell has to take a break sometimes, right?
Juno has to remind herself that though the demons may have today to do whatever they please, Lucifer himself does no such thing. He enjoys making life for others unbearable – he lives for it.
She can’t make out Chrollo’s face because of the book he covers over it.
“The Collector, huh?” Juno sets her purse on the coat rack along with her cardigan. Her high heels come off soon after, though they do make a blunt thump when she puts them by her dorm’s entrance. Chrollo just turns a page, almost as if he is ignoring you entirely, almost as if this is his home and not yours. “I recommended that one to you, did I not? I thought that perhaps you could metamorphose into a better person if you see the damage you could potentially do to your crush.”
Her teeth push against each other as she says the last word.
“Is that how my lovely girlfriend greets me after cheating on me in the middle of the night?” He looks down at his watch – one of the many he wears on the regular, though she can swear that this one was the most expensive from the little diamonds around the outer rim of the clock. “At such a cheap place too.”
“A crush is all I am.”
“Are you now?”
Chrollo doesn’t even look at you as he stands up, the book still covering his face as he steps towards you. His posture is upright like it normally is, but his suit is without a tie and the button-up is a third way undone. He must have been in quite a rush to break in here – she hopes he did.
“Then what are they to you, huh? A crush as well?”
She shakes her head, and somehow he sees it because he nods in response.
“Then what are they?”
“Something you are not.”
“Are they really, Juno?”
Slowly but surely the book falls to Chrollo’s side – a blood-red curtain that does nearly nothing to hide the scene about to be revealed to the audience. The actors are not there and neither are the special effects done by the stagehands, but the props stay where they were placed.
It’s horrifying.
She struggles to come up with a coherent answer to the question despite her expecting it. It is like Chrollo used his damn book without even opening it – her painted lips feel dry and her freshly washed hair feels like it is about to fall off from stress. It is like a diabolical curse has been put over her like she will become a haggard old woman with a humpback in mere seconds. If that did happen, Chrollo would have her beg for months on end until he is satisfied.
She doesn’t want that.
She doesn’t want that any more than she wants you to get hurt because of her.
She doesn’t want you to see her hideous real face, nevertheless Chrollo’s.
You’ll stay with her, won’t you? You’ll stay until her flesh rots and your flesh rots and Chrollo’s flesh rots. If you allow her, she won’t let go of you even when she is long dead. Her pretty nails will dig into your skin and refuse to leave. You’ll stay – because you are all she has left in this cold, uncaring world.
“Don’t hurt them.” Her fingertips hold onto her skirt like they are flies and it is a spider’s web.
He points – a clear order, a clear demand.
“Get on the bed then, dearest.”
mwehehe
real artstyle reveal! capitalism cannot contain my inner child! (i still can’t believe i remember it)
The World is an Oyster.
Yan (Mafia AU) Juno x F Reader.
Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, blackmail, and mentions of minor character death.
Word Count: 400.
*~*~*~*
“You essentially left me for dead.”
Seeing you shake like an abandoned puppy was something Juno never liked looking at, but she was used to it by now after these few years of knowing you. You never liked the people who always had a way of getting between the two of you – for some she wanted to be around them and for others not so much. She hasn’t seen you in a long time, since university, but it feels like she has never been separated from you to begin with.
You two were friends; perhaps even more than that if she considers all the late nights spent in your dorm room and her own with you. Juno always chuckled when she reminisced about sneaking past the other housing buildings to get to the one for nursing students. You had vastly different majors back then and you have vastly different values now too.
The doors in her apartment were unlocked for you to come into her parlor on your terms; she knows you don’t have the heart to call the police on someone whom you shared such delicate intimacies with.
You don’t want anyone to find out what you have done, and she doesn’t want pryers going into her work either. The motives are so similar they melt together, fusing such a trinity consisting of you, her, and greed.
“How did it feel to leave everything you said you loved behind for some… man you hardly knew? How did it feel to dissect corpses, only to blame it on the one who was investigating their deaths without any relevant evidence?”
“June-” A hand slammed on the table that is between the two of you – Camus’ because Hisoka was too busy looking around her apartment to care less about your struggles and crying.
“Let her speak.”
The hand skitters away, but the glare from black eyes remains.
You don’t speak after that. Juno is used to you not facing the truth by now.
Juno is used to a lot of things you do by now – including attempting to run off the smooth and steady path she set up for you.
“Did you really think I killed them, [First]?”
Against your better judgment, you nod.
She sighs. “As expected.”
I need some happy Juno facts to cope with the fact that my wife is like twenty feet under in shit. (I'm obsessed)
your wish is my command, anon. anything for a fellow juno enjoyer. 🫂
characters not yet named all have their own names for juno, depending on when in life she has met them. her favorite is june because unfortunately she couldn't see the summer sun her first year in captivity.
her favorite season is spring but says it is autumn. (she wants to seem cool.)
she's somewhat talented at baking, but an absolute horror when it comes to anything else. she can't even boil water without leaving questionable stains on the walls and floor like a nuclear explosion happened in her kitchen. she's much better at measurements than, you know, actually cooking, hence why she lets the oven do all the work heating-wise.
she almost became a doctor and not a public safety official. maybe that would have had a better outcome for her...
loves the movie perfect blue and will not accept any critiques. the same thing for goodfellas, the godfather, and the silence of the lambs. her favorite movie is actually beauty and the beast, not that she will ever admit it because once again she wants to appear cool (and who knows what chrollo would do).
i love her :)