g.nikolai x reader | The mad are merely more than unstable. You, (first name) (last name), are institutionalised in a psychiatric ward, convinced a stalker is out there to kill you. Trapped in the paranoid ruins of your mind, you wish for a saviour; and he comes, in the form of a man named Nikolai Gogol.

The journey begins in shadows. You've finally reached the age where your parents see fit to discard you. Your father, a bitter alcoholic, never spared you kindness-only curses and blows. Now, to pay off debts he can no longer escape, he has sold you as one might sell livestock. His final words were cruel and sharp: "Don't come back. You're no child of mine." From that moment, you were bound in heavy iron chains and locked inside a cage. The rattling of wheels and the groaning of wood carried you deep into the forest, far from the world you knew. For hours-or was it days?-you traveled in silence, the air growing colder, the trees thicker, until all trace of civilization faded behind you. At last, the cage halts. The heavy doors creak open, and before you rises a castle vast and ancient, its spires clawing at the night sky. Stone walls loom around you, wrapped in ivy and silence, as though the forest itself kneels before this place. Dragged through echoing halls, you are left alone at the center of a cavernous chamber. Candlelight flickers across the walls, painting long shadows that seem to move with a life of their own. The iron cage slams shut once more, and your captors retreat, leaving only the sound of your breath in the still, icy air. Then-footsteps. Slow, deliberate. A presence enters, heavy with command yet graceful as a predator's stalk. From the darkness steps a man-tall, cloaked, and masked with the serene, unnerving visage of a fox. His eyes gleam like embers behind the carved face, watching you with a hunger too measured to be human. He speaks, voice smooth as silk, carrying through the chamber: "Finally... you've been delivered to me".

When a weekend trip to a remote winter lodge turns into a waking nightmare, (Y/n) finds herself stranded in a snow-choked wilderness with something inhuman picking off her friends one by one. As trust crumbles and paranoia spreads, betrayal cuts deeper than any claws ever could. Left for dead and stalked by a creature that wears the faces of the people it kills, (Y/n) has no choice but to rely on the very monster that tore her life apart. What begins as a fragile, uneasy truce twists into something far darker and far more possessive. Because the thing in the woods isn't just hunting her anymore. It's learning. And it's never letting her go. #1 in #skinwalker #1 in #gore #1 in #yanderexreader #1 in #disturbed #1 in #possession #1 in #survival #1 in #yandere #1 in #infatuation #1 in #horror #1 in #sadist #1 in #forcedlove #1 in #reader #1 in #violence #1 in #violent #1 in #protective #1 in #stockholm

With summer vacation starting for (F/n) (L/n), she finds herself taking on a new job to earn some extra money. It's a simple one: watch over a neighbor's house for two weeks. Is there a catch to the easy job, though? What lies in wait for her within the home? Is it an unexpected romance or something much more sinister? I do not own the cover image or any music videos (or content w/in the videos) used in the story. I do own the story, however, so do not steal. Thank you for reading. This story is also on Quotev under my profile name Darkened Warrior.

Secrets. Some are best hidden from the world and from other people. Although, the more secrets that build up, the angrier a person may get.

ONGOING ♙ "Cry for me; I'm the only one that can understand your tears." ♙ In the city of St. Petersburg, Russia, you've made an ordinary life for yourself after moving and burying your childhood misery in Moscow. Every day is the same, every thought getting repetitive as you work to keep certain memories locked and simply live aimlessly but in peace. You didn't know how much it bothered you until you meet a melancholic young man one day at a small bookstore, his violet eyes gleaming with familiarity, and he begins a chain of events that feel like nothing more than just a dream, his ideals wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold winter day. ♙ Basically my own take on Fyodor's pre-decay of angels days starting with a bit of a bookstore au. ♙ Disclaimer: I do not own bungou stray dogs or any of their characters. Credit goes to respective parties. I only own this plot and "you". - I will be using female pronouns - I will update when I can - When phrases are in italics in the middle of the story, those are "your" thoughts. When I write a section completely in italics, those are "your" memories/flashbacks. - [f/n] = first name, [l/n] = last name, etc. ♙ Big thank you to my friend Mar for this cover. <3

Rachel Vaughn is being hunted by something... unexplainable. And she can't help but think it has something to do with Luc, the handsome but mysterious guy who lives next door. { Book I of The Psychic Curse } After her boyfriend cheats on her, Rachel Vaughn needs a fresh start. She finds it in a new apartment, and despite having some seriously weird neighbours, she quickly settles into her new home. But her cozy little apartment soon becomes hostile as strange things start happening. Small things start to go missing, she hears voices at night, and once... once Rachel swore she heard a growl. Though her friend Polly fears Rachel may be losing her mind, it soon becomes clear that Rachel is being hunted by something... unexplainable. And she can't help but think it has something to do with Luc, the handsome and mysterious guy who lives next door. Eerie, thrilling, and romantic, The Psychic Next Door twists, turns and tortures you until its heart-stopping climax. Rankings ----- Previously featured on Wattpad Featured on the Wattpad Stars profile #1 in #Psychic #1 in #Spirit #1 in #Haunting / #Haunted #2 in #Ghost #3 in Paranormal

"at the sight of the words 'I love you' the desire to stay alive had welled up in him" - george orwell, 1984. a dazai osamu x reader

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

COMPLETED • There is no better way to describe you than a doll, living to please your owner. At the age of 11, Mori took you in from an orphanage and brought you to the Port Mafia; that's when you met Dazai and discovered your ability. At the age of 12, you become Dazai's right hand...except you aren't allowed any contact with the outside world. At 13, you hear a voice that you are told is nothing but a dream, at 14 you've become nothing but a puppet in the hands of a puppet master. At age 15 he's gone, and you are left with nothing. In the present, now 19, executive Chuuya Nakahara is given responsibility of you, but when he takes you on a mission and you don't react the way he needs you to, he starts to realize something is terribly wrong with you...he just doesn't know what. Only meeting you once in the past, what will happen when he starts piecing it all together? How will he react when he starts to care more about you than he should? What strings will he have to play to free you from your past? How deep do your wounds run? • - Trigger warnings: the usual you'd find in BSD, implications of sexual harrassment. - I will be using female pronouns. - nsfw warning in part 2 (chapter 41). • Disclaimer: I don't own the characters except for "you". The credit to the Bungou Stray Dogs world goes to the respective owners. The plot is all originally mine, however. • Thank you to Mar for making me this lovely cover. Love always. (@marster_)