Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely ReaderMarionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader by mazukikai
Staring outside the window you felt yourself befall lost in the blinding white snow that flustered in a flurry, speckling the frozen glass as the humdrums of neighboring passengers on your flight to Russia resounded in the background. [E/c] eyes stared longingly at the flurry of white and grey, this was your first time being in Russia, especially as a work related destination. You were recently hired by a very old and influential family in Russian affairs as a full-time maid and right now you were on your way to meet the head of the house. ‘Well, this will certainly be a change…’ you thought dryly, none too sure if this was the best choice, but what could you do? Leaving from [different country] was the only way to truly change for the better, right?
Before you could ponder on the thought you snapped upright in your seat when the sudden cries of a baby beside you started to fuss about as the plane went into the landing zone. You watched from the corner
Photo Booth //: Reader x KarkatPhoto Booth //: Reader x Karkat by tsukibikari
Contains mild swearing.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A STICKER PHOTO? IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING THAT ONLY A GIANT IGNORAMUS WOULD LIKE.”
“It’s a photo that you can stick on things, Karkat. And it’ll be fun. Come on. Just this once?”
“NO. I AM NOT WASTING MY TIME – WHICH IS MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY OF YOUR HUMAN POSSESSIONS – ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT THAT WAS BIRTHED INTO THE WORLD BY SOME NOOKSUCKER WITH A MINUSCULE THINKPAN.”
You looked over at the grey-skinned troll. The corner of your mouth twitched into a smirk. This was highly suspicious, and prompted Karkat to narrow his yellow eyes.
“You owe me.”
“SINCE WHEN WAS I INDEBTED TO YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?”
“Remember that romcom I loaned you?”
“The one you misplaced, as you like to put it?”
“FINE. BUT IF YOU BREATHE A SINGLE WORD TO ANY OF THOSE PATHETIC EXCUSES FOR TROLLS, I *WILL* FIND YOU
Necessary //: The Sufferer x Troll!ReaderNecessary //: The Sufferer x Troll!Reader by tsukibikari
“Be brave, matesprit.”
You cling to the troll. He is tall – far too tall – and must lean over to hold you properly. You feel his claws dig into the flesh of your shoulder and (b/c) tears pool at the corner of your eyes. You struggle to draw an even breath and your mouth trembles. You feel him pull away and grasp your chin between his thumb and index. He presses his lips against yours and your mouths open, tongues moving together. A hand fists in your hair and tugs you closer. You feel the heat of his skin and the rhythm of his heart – a hammer against an anvil. And soon – far too soon – air becomes a need and the two of you break. The intensity of his gaze makes you shiver. He wants to remember this, all of it.
A rough yank and he is away from you. You scramble forward and your fingers lace with his. He smiles at you, the corner of his yellow eyes wrinkling – an expression that is full of longing and regret and love. And then he is led aw