𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,073

He says your name like it’s a prayer.

You hate that it sounds like one.

There’s something in the cadence that wraps around your spine and coils like silk and smoke. He doesn’t need to touch you for you to feel it, this heat, this strange pressure blooming inside your chest every time his voice curves around the syllables of your name.

You told yourself to stop reacting. To stop indulging the sensation that creeps into your bones whenever he’s near. But it’s impossible, isn’t it? His presence isn’t normal. You know that. You feel it like a wrongness no one else seems to notice.

Everyone else thinks he’s perfect.

Your friends? What friends. They stopped speaking to you months ago, some quietly drifting, some violently cutting you off, and others blaming you outright. For what, you don’t know. It always changes. You always feel at fault, even when you know better.

Your mind tries to trace the logic backwards, figure out when the shift happened, but all roads lead to him.

The man who only watches. Smiles. Helps. Offers comfort in passing touches and lingering words, knowing exactly what to say when the world burns around you.

You used to think he was your guardian angel. No, not used to. You still do, on the worst nights. When you break down and scream into your sheets, clawing at your throat to get the demons out, he’s there. He always is.

“You were never meant to carry their burdens, little one,” he whispers, brushing hair from your face with a gentleness that makes your stomach twist.

You want to believe him. You want to fall into his voice and forget everything else. But the way he looks at you—it’s not holy. It’s hungry.

He’s beautiful. That’s part of the problem. Too beautiful. Something about him is carved from light, too flawless to be human. But the light isn’t soft. It’s blinding. Overwhelming. Like staring into the sun until your eyes burn and you can’t see straight.

Still, you let him in.

What choice do you have?

Your family doesn’t speak to you anymore. They mutter about you behind closed doors. They think you’re losing your mind. He says they don’t understand. That they’re too blind to see what you’ve been chosen for.

Chosen. He uses that word a lot.

You asked him once, “Chosen for what?”

He only smiled.

That was worse than any answer.

He watches you more lately. Not just when you’re alone. When you’re outside, in public, he’s there. Not always visibly, but you feel him. Eyes that never blink. A shadow that never moves, yet always shifts just out of sight.

You hear him in your dreams. And when you wake, sometimes his voice is still in your ear.

“Let me carry it. You weren’t made to suffer alone.”

You try to resist.

But it gets harder every day.

You’re seeing the world rot around you. Everything you thought was safe or good or beautiful is hollow. Filthy. There are worms beneath the skin of everything, and the skin is peeling.

You tried to tell someone. Once.

You ended up in a hospital.

He was the only one who visited. He sat by your bed, stroking your wrist with two fingers, watching you like you were something breakable. Or something his.

“It’s too much for them,” he murmured. “They can’t see what you see. It scares them.”

You wanted to scream. But all that came out was a sob.

He cradled your head against his chest.

“I know,” he whispered. “I know.”

It’s getting worse. Or better. You don’t know.

There’s something erotic in the way he speaks, even when he says nothing explicitly lewd. His words burrow into you. The implication in every sentence is stained with something more. His touches aren’t obscene—but they linger. Longer than they should. Palms on your shoulder that trail down your arm. Fingertips brushing your lips as he tucks hair behind your ear.

One night, he pressed his mouth to your temple and said, “You don’t need to be good. Just be mine.”

You told him no.

He laughed. Not cruelly. Like you were a child who didn’t understand the rules of the game yet.

And then the world got quieter.

Your texts stopped coming through. Emails vanished. Calls dropped before connecting.

Only his calls go through now. His texts. His voice in your ear.

“You’re protected,” he says.

It doesn’t feel like protection.

It feels like drowning in velvet.

He brings you flowers. Not the kind you’d buy at a store. Wild, thorned things you’ve never seen before, petals like bruised skin and blood. You don’t know where he finds them. He won’t say.

He places them in your hands and tells you you’re loved. That your pain is proof you’ve been chosen. That no one else sees because no one else is worthy.

“You were set apart,” he says one night, his hand cupping your throat. Not tightly. Just enough that you can feel your pulse beat against his skin. “There’s no going back now.”

You try not to tremble. But he feels everything.

“Shhh. You don’t need to understand. Just trust me.”

You don’t trust him.

You want to.

You want to more than anything, because being alone with the truth is worse.

But you still don’t.

He knows.

And that makes him…excited.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Suspicion is holy. It means you still think. Still fight. That’s why I chose you.”

You don’t remember him ever asking.

You ask him, once, why he does this. Why he helps you.

He gives you a look so tender it burns.

“Because I love you.”

He kisses your palm. You feel the scorch of it hours later.

And then, one night, you confront him. You finally say the words, trembling, but steady.

“You’re not what you pretend to be.”

He smiles. That same too-soft, too-sure smile.

“Neither are you.”

Your breath catches.

“I see you,” he says. “The you beneath the skin. The fire. The fury. The hunger to see the world burned clean.”

You want to deny it. But you can’t.

He steps closer. The room darkens, or maybe it’s your vision. Your body doesn’t move. You can’t.

“You know what I am,” he says.

You don’t answer.

His grin deepens, luminous in the dark.

“My Love,” he says, brushing your cheek like a lover. “But I shine just the same.”

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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

Ace Attorney: Godot (Diego Armando)

Arcane: Silco, Viktor (Dark Arc Viktor)

Blue Lock: Rin Itoshi, Ego Jinpachi

Boku no Hero Academia: Hawks (Keigo Takami), Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: Light Yagami, Teru Mikami

Demon Slayer: Muzan Kibutsuji

DC: Ra’s al Ghul, The Batman Who Laughs

Dishonored Series: The Outsider

Genshin Impact: Cyno (Corrupted AU), Zhongli (Corrupted AU)

Haikyuu!!: Oikawa Tooru, Atsumu Miya

Honkai Star Rail: Blade

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: Seunghyeon Kang

Hunter x Hunter: Illumi Zoldyck

I’m Not That Kind of Talent: Dion Hart

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto (Post-Defection), Kenjaku

Kill The Hero: Woojin Kim

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon

MONSTER: Johan Liebert

Naruto Shippuden: Itachi Uchiha

One Punch Man: Garou (Monster Form)

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

TOUCHSTARVED: Kuras

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Gaster, Ink! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered! Dream

Wuthering Waves: Scar

Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios

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♡ A/N. This series is going to become more enjoyable that I thought it would be…. an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone. Didn’t want to write it at first, but I enjoyed writing it in the end. Gonna write more…

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♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I’d Burn the World.

♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

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♡ Book 6 [you are here]. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

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♡ Book 7. Corpus Delicti (CD): Donum Mortis.

♡ Book 8. Malum Consilium (MC): Primordial Hunger.