Yandere One-Shots

Yandere!Demon x Reader

It was as if your reflection stared at you, laughing at how pitiful and hopeless you were at the moment. It was as if your world around you was black and white, but your reflection was a world of color that you oh-so wished to escape into.

"What the hell is going on..." you whispered, running your hands through your (hair color) hair, "Can someone help me please?" You grit your teeth, eyes widening slightly at how horrid you looked. 

"No, something isn't right..." you said, your body trembling slightly. Pale skin and lifeless eyes suddenly shifted into the mirror, showing your true reflection. Why were things like this? Why did you ever have to meet such a demon?

You didn't love him, no, not at all. You despised him - but the catch with all this was that this man that now controlled your emotions was actually a living, breathing demon; there was literally no way you could fight this spell that he had placed on you.

What spell is it? You might wonder. Well, it's something that nobody would ever want to succumb to. It's something that is told in many cliche love stories that have a cheesy happy ending - yet now you see that those stories truly didn't show the real perspective of the so called 'princess'. 

It was a love spell.

Yet, when this man wasn't around you... you were perfectly normal. Sane as can be, and you can see the world clearly. But, the moment that he came within a yard of you, the spell overcame your entire being and sucked you into an endless loop of fake infatuation of this monster. 

"(Name)," the familiar voice said, his footsteps echoing down the long dark hallways of his mansion. Speak of the devil and he shall come. You rolled your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for the consumption of your mind. There was no fighting it at this point anymore - he would always win. It was a sad though, but it was your new reality. 

You looked back up at the mirror, "I can't keep letting this be my life... I don't want this! I want to be free."

He stopped in front of your bedroom door with a smirk. He listened as you let out a gasp, knowing his spell was taking effect. He learned not to disturb you while it did, for you would fight it more than you would without his presence. 

"No!" He heard you cry out. He raised a brow curiously, running a hand through his raven black, long hair. Are you fighting it again? 

"I thought she finally accepted it, what made her change her mind so suddenly?" His voice was deep and husky, like a predator. The male quickly reached out for the doorknob, turning it and barging into the lush bedroom. 

His eyes widened. The mirror was smashed, shards of glass on the floor. He looked at your now bloodied hand, gritting his teeth. "What are you doing?"

You let out a weak laugh, "I should have never made a deal with you... you incubus. All I wanted was for my petty little crush to have some sort of affection back to me - but you fell in love with me instead! I'm stuck with you because of my sheer stupidity. Well you know what? I'd rather die than be your puppet, and I'm getting out of this contract with my life."

You plunged the knife into your throat, collapsing to the ground. 

Blood poured everywhere, pudding up underneath your slowly dying body. The male was shocked, falling to his knees and scooping your body up into his arms. "No... no, no, no..." he whispered, panicking. What could he do? You couldn't die. He wouldn't let you. 

He slammed his lips against yours, letting out a breath. He'd rather take time to regenerate his life force than have you die on him. If you ceased to exist, his soul and mind would go insane. 

His eyes darted to the leftover shard of mirror on the floor. His reflection stared back at him, mocking and laughing. It was as if  the mirror reflected his true feelings - guilt, remorse... obsession. 

"Stop it!" he screamed as he shoved the glass out of the way. He stared at your body, shaking you slightly. "Wake up - WAKE UP!"

You were still as can be. 

But he had not lost hope.

Months passed. Months passed as the incubus watched over your body, every day giving his life to you. Exchanging blood, kisses, and tender words. 

Your body looked like Sleeping Beauty. Slowly, the life returned to your face - the hollows of your cheeks were restored. A pink tint dusted your cheekbones, and your lips turned a rosy red. How beautiful you were to him.

One day, you woke up. It was peaceful, like you were being reborn again. There was no sign of the incubus around, and you finally thought you were free... maybe you were in heaven?

"Good morning, sleepyhead." 

Shit. 

You attempted to spring up, but your neck hurt you. You winced, slowly turning to face the male. "Why didn't you just let me die?" you asked pitifully, "I thought I was free..."

But wait a moment - you technically died. Did that mean you were still free?

"I know what you're thinking," the male said smoothly, "You were technically free at first, but due to your rash choice, I had to exchange blood with you... and that my dear, makes any spell I put on you stronger than ever; without a contract."

Your bottom lip quivered, "But why?"

The male reached around to hug you gently, and his large horns brushed your cheek. "It's because I love you."

He went silent, "You love me too, right?"

You felt the same spell wash over you, and your eyes went dull.

"Of course I love you too, Robin."