unhealthy relationships

When Hannibal met Will Graham (the man who had, three years prior, been mistaken for the Chesapeake Ripper), he expected amusement. What he got was his first taste of obsession. Dark and bitter in the back of his throat but achingly sweet on the tongue. He knew at once that this feeling, this Man, would consume him. And Hannibal would consume Will right back. *Translation into Russian available here: https://ficbook.net/readfic/13110920

The world keeps pushing him, demanding, because what he did wasn't enough. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, but that wasn't enough, wasn't ever enough. Tony Stark was tired. But he had a planet to protect, even if everyone laughed at him whenever the prospect of alien invasions was brought up. He could count on one hand how many people he could trust, which was disheartening but then, what else was new? Or, In which Tony does not, in fact, intend to take over the world. ...unfortunately, everyone else missed that particular memo. [gradual divergence from canon, starting at the end of Iron Man 3. In which it's Tony's self-awareness, rather than his support system, that becomes a cryptid sometime during Phase II.]

Genshin Impact yandere stories, that will continue to be expanded over time! (Originally posted on my tumblr, ddarker-dreams). Please do not reupload/translate onto other websites without my permission!

Stiles was twelve when he was given to Derek.

You know you should address this: this need to be something groundbreaking to someone. To want someone to be this obsessed with you, no matter how sick that someone is. You know you would have gone to the police if your stalker was a sleazy, weak-wristed man from the pub. You would’ve moved houses already, changed your name and closed your social media accounts, quit everything if your stalker was small and ugly and weak. But now that you know he’s relatively good-looking, does something dangerous and has a lot of money, and looks like he could fuck and fight half the city by himself, you’re not in that much of a hurry to go to the authorities.

“Dad?” It’s kind of crazy how a singular three letter word can make you stop dead in your tracks. King of hell he might be, but the careful and frightened voice of his daughter will never fail to freeze him. Sure, it could be considered a bit of a coward move, but he can't convince himself to care. There are situations where being afraid to move your body even a fraction is justifiable. Like this one, for example. “What-“ Charlie takes a brief pause as she properly inspects the situation in front of her, “Is Alastor on top of you?”

Chuuya was barely ten years old when he and his single mother lost everything. Only ever knowing poverty, his luck suddenly turns around when Mori, a brilliant doctor and businessman, offers them a place to live, and in exchange he’ll have to be a servant in his mansion. The problem is Mori has a son who is Chuuya’s age, and he’s made it his mission to break the redhead into pieces that could never be put back together. Whether it’s at school or at home, Dazai has conditioned Chuuya to fear him whenever he is around. Dazai's number one rival and another rich boy in the school, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, hates how Dazai treats Chuuya. His kindness has led Chuuya to develop a small crush on Fyodor, but any moments between the two of them are cruelly ripped away by Dazai. Dazai takes matters into his own hands to ensure Chuuya knows exactly who he belongs to. ------ Or, Chuuya ends up in a messy love triangle between his tormentor and savior.

It’d been a long time since Lucifer shared a bed with someone. Technically, he didn’t even need to sleep and neither did any other sinner demons here. It was the lingering dregs of their humanity that made them think they did and most of them never bothered to give it up and why not? They had all of eternity to work on it and anyway, what else did they have to do?

“Who are you?” Yuuji asks. “Gojou Satoru, at your service,” the man answers, both hands now wrapped tightly around Yuuji’s wounded one. “Do you know who I am?” “No?” “You don’t sound very sure.” “No,” Yuuji says firmly. “Why would I?” “Why indeed,” Gojou echoes softly. “Can I ask you a question?” Yuuji swallows again. He doesn’t like this. Whatever Gojou’s about to ask, the question blazing in those eyes and tucked behind his smile—it’s nothing Yuuji wants to hear. He’s not sure where that certainty comes from, but he knows it’s only matched by the certainty that he needs to hear it anyway. “What is it?” he whispers. Gojou’s eyes bore into him, their blue living and lashing. “Itadori Yuuji,” he asks, “do you want to save the world?” Satoru goes north. Yuuji is a casualty.

Both hungered for freedom, revenge, power, and unexpectedly, love. But when she rejected her father, Bhaal, and aided Astarion's ascension, his offer of eternity was met with her firm refusal; she refused to be bound to another master. A decade later, a mysterious letter lured her back to Baldur's Gate, tempting her with the allure of power. Returning to the city, she prepared to face the shadows of her past, unsure of what awaited her as she braced herself for the consequences of her past choices.