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Secrets of Wisteria.
Yan (Serial Killer) ??? x GN Reader.
Synopsis: They don't know what to do with you.
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, gender-neutral yandere, violence/mentions of gore, thoughts of murdering the reader, manipulation, implications of sex work, mentions of starvation, drugging/alcohol, stalking, and dehumanization.
Word Count: 1.3k.
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It is said that everything in the universe has its place as a part of a side of a never-tipping scale.
A shining star provides warmth but also burns the flesh of those who get too close. The moon resembles that of an Earth erased of all life, a planet in all but name to some, promising to be a guiding light, but in reality is just a cold, desolate land.
Do such beautiful stars ever scorch the adjacent moons? Do such pale, blue moons ever cause the brightness of adjacent stars to die with a shallow, husky breath? Do they simply stay with one another, because despite being able to hurt one another, the chain of space forces them to stay together?
Questions that, because of you and because of them, may finally be answered. It hurts them but also entices them.
Despite everything you had been through together, you had hurt them in ways no others have ever done.
They suffer whenever they are near enough to smell your perfume, wanting to close up their nostrils, throat, and mouth before they go down in a flame of their own making.
The perfume is mixed with the scent of others’ sweat and pleasure, staining it in what feels to be shades of a dirty, dark black. If only you could see it, the blind fool you always were and still are.
They suffer whenever they hear your voice, see the way your lips move, your moans and little gasps. It sounds more tempting than that of a siren’s call.
Your face, the way you bat your eyelashes to get what you want. Your eyes are brighter than any supernova.
Their entire being is a black hole that wants nothing more than to swallow you.
You hurt them whenever they think of you, never wanting to burn an image of you so deeply into their brain. But, like a parasite, you unknowingly persisted. Now it is so rooted, that it has replaced some of their nerves and has left them wanting so much more. They are addicted to this poison you have created and forced down their throat. It is only fair that they get to do the same to you.
They put something in your drink to make everything down the road that much easier.
Being a blind fool, you didn’t notice that your wine turned into a deep shade of pink.
Pink in your cup, and red in theirs. The colors of love.
They didn’t have it in themselves, despite all of the unfortunate souls they have banished to hell, to put cyanide in your glass.
It would have been a much more merciful death in their opinion, though. It was fitting for a rat like you. But also will give you so much less pain than those who have met their end by a torturous blade.
You gulped it down with such ease. They were, to say the least, your favorite patron, giving you no reason to doubt them.
It was so hard to make money these days, especially in a town like this. You were grateful for them.
But still, you decided to hurt them.
It’s your fault, honestly—all of it. You are the sole reason that their kills aren’t as sharp as they used to be, so much more impulsive than they used to be.
They almost got caught just the other day. They had sprung into action without a thought in their mind to go for a person who looked just like you from behind, down to the clothes they wore.
It's all your fault. It's all your fault.
Whore.
That is what they want to say.
But they cannot, not yet at least.
…
“Come, we are almost there.” With each step down the stone stairs, a water droplet falls from above, the underground tunnel’s top.
These walls are older than some dynasties if their memory recalls. Made of the bones of traitors and peasants who have passed on from much more painful pains.
It was easy to sneak some of their victims’ bodies in here and place them in such a way that no one would ever know the truth.
“Why here, my dear sponsor?” Your eyes follow the lantern in their left hand, swinging left and right like a pendulum.
They don’t answer.
You don’t ask any more questions, your limbs feeling heavy from all of the walking and the alcohol.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
The rocks below you feel like they are moving. “Sure.”
You must have gone so deep into the earth by now that you can practically see the gates of hell. The lantern’s light is almost out, and the air feels heavy and damp.
“We are almost there.”
You feel so dizzy.
They feel so elated.
Not a word is said until they suddenly stop. A split path.
They point to the left.
You wait, but they do not move.
A second. Two. Three.
Is that uncertainty they see in your eyes?
That is new. It makes them excited for what is to come next.
“Simply go down that hall and you will see the cellar… I will be right behind you.” They added that last part to quell your questioning gaze.
They have never lured anyone here alive before. But like everyone else who has seen these catacombs and their cellar, you won’t leave them alive.
They can’t leave you as much as they try.
It is only natural that they use the chain that holds you two together to their advantage for once.
Their truth works. Your second thoughts vanish like the trapdoor and the ladder down the hall, to the beginning, an entrance to a hell you will never be able to open again.
It is quite fortunate to them that you are such a blind fool.
It is quite fortunate to them that you overlooked that skeleton that looked a little too fresh.
It is quite fortunate that they are such a good planner. They didn’t starve the man for nothing, it seems.
“...Alright. But… I will get my pay after this, won’t I?”
They nod.
“Of course.” They reply. “What sort of patron would I be if I did not give you what is due?”
Such a blind fool you are.
They’ll keep you. You are simply too stupid and too tempting to be free. “...Thank you.”
Along with the words of genuine gratitude, the flame finally extinguishes.
“...Huh?”
A swift chop is the last thing you hear, your body collapsing is the last thing you feel and see before you go unconscious.
“For everything.”
They don’t drag you like they do the others, instead putting in the effort to pick you up and curl your head into their chest.
“...”
This brings back memories both bitter and sweet for them. The first time you laid on the bed. The first time you kissed them. The first time they managed to drag someone else unconscious down here, although with much less care.
“...I mean it.”
They cleaned up everything in the cellar just for you, all of the gore disposed of. Though their trophies will remain. The brain of a doctor in a jar. The eyes of a photographer. The left hand of a young widow, the ring still on the rotting finger.
It will serve as a warning to you to behave, hopefully, for your sake. Making them angry is a bad idea for everyone involved. They would hate to bandage your broken limbs and stitch you back together like some stuffed toy.
As they hum a tune only you have heard, they think of what collar to place on that pretty neck of yours. It is an important decision. That collar will stay on you far past when you are mounted on their wall, after all. But that is years if not decades away.
“...Thank you. You made everything so much easier.”
The scale tips in favor of the pale blue moons.
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Honkai Star Rail - Sparkle, (Mara Struck) Jingliu, (Mara Stuck) Blade, Kafka, Dr. Ratio.
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Final Fantasy VII - Sephiroth.
Demon Slayer - Muzan, Sanemi.
Hazbin Hotel - Alastor, Valentino, Vox.
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Chainsaw Man - Makima, Barem.
Baldur's Gate III - (Ascended) Astarion, Cazador, Shar, Rapheal, Minthara, Mizora, Zariel.
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