親密 ┊𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 さ ┊yandere! kny x fem! reader ━━ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❛❛ 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 ❜❜ ╚ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╗ ➶ ｡˚ ┊𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 waking up in an otome game version of Demon Slayer, a woman realizes that the only way to leave is to gain the hearts of the target characters and win a happy ending. But, as the game and characters begin to twist in a dark manner, she wonders if she'll be able to escape at all. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 ↴ ✧ ┊𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍, the king ✧ ┊𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎, the traitor ✧ ┊𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀, the cursed ✧ ┊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀, the fighter ✧ ┊𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎, the envious ✧ ┊𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈, the stone ✧ ┊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈, the wind ✧ ┊𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔, the water ✧ ┊𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎, the fire ✧ ┊𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, the sound ✧ ┊𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈, the serpent ✧ ┊𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎, the mist ✧ ┊𝐀𝐍𝐃 all they want, is you ╔ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╝ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋙ mature themes & language 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 12/22/22 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 07/27/24 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 00/00/00 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 ⋙ ongoing 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⋙ on hold 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 #1 - otome #1 - infatuation #1 - variousxreader #1 - kny #1 - yanderexreader #1 - yandere #1 - demonslayer #2 - manipulation #7 - possessive #15 - obsession 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 Demon Slayer

Sanemi broke Y/Ns table and gave her money for a new one, so she went shopping with Giyuu and things get a little spicy. Slight angst at the end.

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like this place you're in doesn't feel right? Like you should be somewhere else entirely? This isn't right... Are you supposed to be able to fell a tree with your fists? Are you supposed to be able to pick up little blocks in place of normal items? Are the dead supposed to rise and walk the lands? Is that tall, lanky monster with glowing purple eyes that teleports around normal? Is any of this normal? This just isn't right... Should I be here? Well, at least I'm not stuck here alone. With them... it feels less like a prison. They make this place more bearable. In a world that feels anything but normal, at least they can make me feel normal. If only until we figure out if we're really where we're meant to be. Or if we're meant to escape this blocky wonderland. Cover Art created by: @Harusimp MILESTONES!!! Feb 1st: 10K reads! Feb 18: 30K!

❝i owe you my life and loyalty.❞ ✦ f/n enrolled in nrc as per lilia and malleus' request. however, they did not expect such a bountiful journey in nrc once they had opened up their heart to them. ✧ twisted wonderland x fem!reader - updated daily. ((currently writing for events only, waiting for chapter 7 to continue to main story)) (( special credits to ryota translations, otome ayui on yt, shel_bb on yt, and lyss translations on twitter !! ))

Remember that little phase you had in middle school? Yea, the one where you were very invested in the idea that CreepyPastas were real. How about we fast forward a bit. A now high school graduate, you spend your nights studying and working, but when you're finishing up that last paper, your laptop crashes. Must be a virus, the IRT center must have a solution, unless the virus had a mind of its own...

Complete Hello so this is my first time doing an x reader story,also sorry if my grammar is terrible,also I'm doing this for myself and also because I have alot of free time well cuz of quarantine and stuff,I do hope you all like it!! This series owns by aphmau(jess)I just made this a fanfic and the characters are just fictional and stuff

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.