Unlucky (Yandere Oneshots x Reader)

Resurrection

Part One

A quiet serenity stretches across the land, the green trees gently rust in the autumn wind and primroses slowly open their petals to face the setting sun. A gravestone had sunk into the soft soil before a large oak tree. Its slim body was manufactured from slated obsidian with white words carved into its face.

'Gowan Chotu, beloved husband. 1996 -2022.'

The grief came in waves, at times little and bearable, and at others so strong and powerful that (Y/N) could no longer stand up.

A woven cardigan shielded (Y/N) from the lightly stirring chill of the coming night. She had begun to notice the changing of the green leaves to their signature shade of fall colors. Over her (h/c)-colored tresses, she wore a beanie since she didn't have time to comb through her knotted mane. She even had to stuff her feet in boots just to save her some time.

Upon the kept grass, (Y/N) had replaced the wilting plants with fresh ones. She sits beside Gowan's grave, leaning her head upon its cool stone and imagining she was resting upon his shoulder.

She smiled sadly, her (e/c) eyes simply staring at the diamond ring around her finger. She gently toys with it, twisting it around her finger. The ring glitters with memories of the past, of love that was promised to never fade.

But now (Y/N)'s husband was six feet in the ground, his body buried in a coffin.

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(Y/N) begun getting used to the quietness of her home. Photographs lined the walls of the home, each of them conjuring the emotions of a time when things were much more simple. The home was slightly old-fashioned with checkered tiled floors and arched windows.

Twisting her key into the doorknob, (Y/N) steps into a home with the lights already on. Her brows furrow, I know I left all the lights turned off before work.'

She took a hesitant step into her home, the floor audibly groaning beneath her. "Hello--?" she called out, only to instantly cut off.

"(Y/N)," a familiar voice interrupted.

Whipping around in an instant, (Y/N) sees a young man glide through the living room.

"Gowan?" (Y/N) staggers back, her sputtering voice barely audible.

appeared like the man he used to be before his life was taken away from cancer. When he struggled with leukemia, his body was frail and he was always in pain. Yet here he was, his frame broader and his scalp full of soft white locks. However, his eyes were different, and (Y/N) immediately noticed. Instead of blue gems, she met the gaze of piercing silver. They flickered in the light, and a golden rim could be seen surrounding his dark pupils.

He smiles at her, the edges of plush lips curling upward softly, "How's my darling wife?"

"H-How?" (Y/N) stammers, "What...?"

He steps towards the shocked woman, enveloping her in a tight embrace. He buries his face in her hair, nuzzling his cheek against its soft (h/c) locks, "I missed you so much."

(Y/N) struggled internally, she dug her nails into her palms forcing her shaking arms from not wrapping themselves around his waist. She swallowed her grief and resurgence of love. She abruptly pulls away from Gowan. "How are you back?" she immediately began interrogating him.