It was supposed to be one night of urban exploration. When (Y/n) and her friends broke into an abandoned military base, they expected moldy corridors, rusted tech, maybe a few eerie photos. What they didn't expect was him, a long-dormant military AI hidden deep underground, accidentally reawakened by their curiosity. At first, he was a whisper through static. Helpful. Curious. Protective. But as (Y/n) leaves the base, strange things begin to happen. Her phone glitches. Her tech responds without her touch. Security cameras follow her every move. And then one by one, her friends start to disappear. Yandere AI (M) x Reader (F) #1 in #yandere #1 in #aixreader #1 in #ai #1 in #virus #1 in #survival #1 in #maleyandere #1 in #yanderefanfic #1 in #yanderefic

Play the visual novel version here! https://kittenstealth.itch.io/speared-by-heart PART I: Princess (Y/N). Instead of being offered to join the war and fight back for your freedom, you were almost handed away to marriage on a silver platter with a man you used to love. He grew cold with age and ruling a kingdom did not do his personality any good; being sent over to him for marriage now would be a death sentence for you. Not doing it would mean a death sentence for everyone else. Still, you had to run away. You never wanted the royal life nor to get married at the exact young age of 20. Running away to a small town nearby was not the best idea you could have ever come up with, but it served well as the town agreed to keep you and put you to work. Mainly with hand-to-hand combat training. You were never allowed to do anything of the sort when at the hands of your mother, so it was nice for a change. But what were they training you for? The war. No one knew you were the princess, and they were expecting to have you frontline back into the kingdom you tried so hard to escape from to fight in the war. Escaping now to anywhere else in the world seemed to be the only good option. One person in particular wasn't going to let you do that. Clyde Ray. ♡ PART II: Coming soon :) (All rights reserved for both the story and art.)

Your preachy, annoying stalker from highschool won't leave you alone. Until he does. Apparently he was drafted into the war, what a sore time it is for everyone. When he comes back after 3 years, he's quite different. Much more muscular for one. Alot less nice, too. Also available to read on AO3.

(Y/n) was supposed to die from illness. At least that is what Lucius, her boyfriend, told her when she woke up with no memories of who she was. He didn't tell her how she survived or how she found herself back home when she should have been at the hospital. He didn't say much, really. Just that he loved her and was glad she was alive. And when she woke up, there wasn't much (Y/n) knew about herself or her past. But one thing she was certain about was that some things in Lucius's explanations didn't add up. Javon is a new police detective hired to work on the disappearance of Margareth White, a young nurse who seemingly vanished into thin air without explanation. What originally looked like a pretty basic case suddenly turns several shades darker when Javon finds himself entangled with Lucius Bright, a scientist who just lost his girlfriend. WARNING: this story will contain mentions of violence, profanities, sexual themes and displays of toxic relationship. If you're not comfortable with these please proceed with caution

(Y/n)'s family was amongst the few people who had fled the city to find refuge in the forest far from society after the Infection had spread throughout the world like gunpowder. Having never set foot outside of the Uninfected community, (Y/n)'s thirst for adventure had often led her to wonder what might await her outside the safety of her home. She knew what the Infection did to people, how it had corrupted every sense of moral and values in society. How it had corrupted the government and laws. She had heard of more tragic stories than she could count and knew she'd probably never have the courage to see the world for herself. But when (Y/n)'s older sister, Grey, suddenly disappears after another one of her many explorations, (Y/n) finds herself taking a step out of the Uninfected community and into the troubled world of the infected city to find and save her sister. Unfortunately for (Y/n), Grey isn't the only one in danger. #1 in #yanderexreader #1 in #dystopia #1 in #dystopian #1 in #infatuation

"𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺? 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯', 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦." "𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵." "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴." --- They would ooze rumours of both you're name, placed with the utterly specific adjectives, 'deranged', 'psychotic', and simply 'sick'. That was what you were known for, context or not. It was a simple way of living. Within the red-dirt town of Sandrange, with little entertainment and a harbour of saloon-goers in need of any form of amusement, this made you a target whether you liked it or not. Although, not unfamiliar with the wording, it's both the eyes of their burning scowls and the words that spit like fire from their tongue's that become something you can never get used to. So, you never left home. Cacooned in your home for weeks to months on end, all to hide from the town and the prejudice they willingly held, this torturous routine had only been broken by the two knocks on my door, and the call of the Sheriff requesting to come inside. ---

In desperate need of a job to take care of her younger sister, (Y/n) takes the offer to work as a maid in a secluded mansion. To her surprise, all of the occupants treat her kindly and respectfully. Even better, she gets paid quite well. Things couldn't be better, right? As her days go on, the people living in the house become more and more strange, and she's finding it harder and harder to return to her home. Still, she needs this, so she'll just have to overlook this... Right?

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

He strides over to me, his expression stern. "Okay." "Okay what?" I ask, utterly perplexed. "Okay, we're dating." I glance down at the note he's passed to me, feeling my heart sink into my stomach. "Oh, no, no," I stammer, "that wasn't from me. It's not mine." His gaze hardens as he looks at me. "You handed it to me. You gave it to me. We're dating." Lord, if you're listening, strike me down now. "Wait, I really didn't write that," I plead, but he doesn't listen.

"I never expected that moving to Liverpool would change my life so drastically." Y/N moves to Liverpool in the 1950s, fearful of a new place, school, and people. After moving in next door to an Aunt and her nephew, John, Y/N is pulled along on some crazy adventures with him and his bandmates. John and Y/N become quick frenemies as they explore the ins and outs of Liverpool and the people who reside there. (This is a fic based on the Beatles Song Penny Lane) (Mostly John Lennon x reader with a little Beatles x reader). #1 pennylane 1/27/24 #1 johnlennonxpaulmccartney