Written by @realityphantom

⌒➴。NOTES:

• Requested by @peaachygranger
• Enmu X Reader
• Female reader
• Neither angst or fluff
• Manga spoilers
• 3rd POV

—Takes place in the Taishou Period; Warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, stalking, forced delusions, forced affection, hints at harassment and assault.

HEAVY NOTICE

This one shot is republished.
I had to unpublish it previously and make an announcement on it because the comments were sick and disappointing.

Please refrain from making comments saying that you agree with Enmu, or that (Y/N) is "ungrateful," "blind," or any of the sorts. You are literally victim-blaming (Y/N) and agreeing with her harasser. I am in shock at how many comments there were displaying these types of messages.

All the comments posted BEFORE republication will not be deleted (there are too many), but they will be taken off inline paragraphs, making them less visible. So by the time you see this, all inline comments will be new.

Thank you for reading.

EDIT: Never mind, I don't think editing each paragraph got rid of the inline comments :( So if they're still there, I'm sorry about that.

DREAMLAND 
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The backside of her hand was not uncommon to the cheek of his face.

It was not like Enmu was even attempting to be discreet, or anything—it was more than clear he was trying to stalk (L/N) (Y/N). Not even a slap to the face could completely keep him away, but it did make an obvious statement of hate and discomfort.

He met her once on a train ride. He was travelling to Yokohama, posing as a human, and she sat right in front of him. The train had seating areas that were back-to-back, where the velvet-clothed seats were facing each other.

Enmu was already perched quiet early, sitting idly with his own hands entwined atop his lap. But the moment this (H/C) haired girl sat right in front of him, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

It wasn't any sort of spark or small interest, no—rather, he was immediately enamored. The demon quite literally could not help but keep staring at
her. He almost looked amazed—caught in childlike wonder as his eyes fixated on her like gold. She was a living dream in his eyes, and he subconsciously vowed to achieve her.

"Do you need something?"

Enmu's body jolted in surprise, for he had not realized that she noticed him. He almost lost his senses again the moment her eyes focused on him, however, because he could lose himself upon shades of (E/C). Her voice, too, was attractive to his ears, and he instinctively let out a hum of delight from it.

"Nothing," he waved off with a singsong tone and a dreamy look on his face.

But despite his answer, he still continued to stare at her with obsessive eyes. This quite obviously unnerved her as she began to shift uncomfortably in her seat.

And after this went on for a few more minutes, she eventually stood up, and silently moved away from him. The girl sat far away at another seat, which annoyed Enmu since it was a lot harder for him to look and marvel at her from afar. Still, he followed her nevertheless.

On the train stop she exited at, he exited as well. At first, he kept his distance from her, making sure to stay far enough behind for him to see her, but to still remain unnoticeable. He'd hide behind poles, behind walls, behind walking people—just so she wouldn't notice him. Because God forbid she'd escape him again.

Though eavesdropping, he found out her name was (L/N) (Y/N), and she was a lonely tailor in a small shop of Asakusa, where she also lived. Luckily for Enmu, she commonly traveled in and out of the city to collect other supplies from different places; meaning, he could see her more "coincidentally" on train rides.

But one too many reoccurrences made it quite obvious to the girl that he was following her.

Now, however, his obsession with her has come to a point where (L/N) had to physically stop him from getting too near to her.

A slap to the face, a jab at a wandering hand, a kick to the stomach—this was one of the times Enmu was thankful he was a demon. After all, he could instantly heal the injuries she inflicted on him, which meant he could just enjoy the physical contact she gave him.

"Ah," he sighed out dreamily. His cheek stung just a bit from the hate-filled force of her backhand, but the pain almost instantaneously went away. "I'm so honored to have your hand touch my face, (L/N)-chan."

"Get my name out of your disgusting mouth," she spat with a grimace. The look of pure, unadulterated repulsion on her face could make anyone shrink away, but not Enmu—for he was basking in that fact that she even looked him in the eye at all.

Day after day, he would follow her; And she would rarely acknowledge him unless she was forced to. It was clear she was trying to ignore him as best as she could, and aw, he thought it was so cute. Was she playing hard-to-get with him? That's alright—he could wait for eternity.

He thought it was adorable how her shoulders were always tense, even within the confinement of her own home. He thought it was lovely how her eyes always darted towards her windows every so often, just to see if he was watching her (which of course, he was). And, he thought it was absolutely enchanting how she feared him. He could melt under those horror-stricken shadows of (E/C) that looked at him in terror whenever she caught him watching her from inside her own house.

Sure, she could threaten and stomp on him all she wanted, but her fear of him was more than evident.

She knew he was some sort of demon now, after all.

It was after one night when she fell asleep—which, in retrospect, was much harder to do nowadays with a pair of eyes always watching her—and she had a dream. The dream, of course, was of Enmu.

But only after a few seconds, her dream-persona was already self-aware that it wasn't reality. For her dream was a trap in a never-ending nightmare with her stalker. She could not even control her own movements or anything around her as Enmu finally got to hold her in his arms, even forcing her body to return his embrace. The dream felt like it went on for ages, and poor (L/N) suffered every forced minute with him.

And when she finally awoke from her horrific slumber, she almost cried as she desperately gasped for air.

That wasn't the end of it.

Now realizing he could use his demonic powers to his advantage, Enmu discovered the extent of wishes he could fulfill for himself. That previous night he spent in dreamland with her was downright addicting, and it felt sickening just to let her go so she could wake up for the day. The feel of her body in his arms as he forced her to lean against him just felt so nice and comforting, that he wanted more. And the best part was—she couldn't even squirm in his embrace, he used his powers to make her body practically immobile for his own sake.

Every night, she'd dream. And every dream, he was there.

(L/N) didn't want to fall asleep anymore. She didn't want to see his face anymore. She didn't want to feel his arms wrapped around her anymore. Her body felt dirty and disgusting just from touching him, even if they were just mere dreams. Enmu was a gross man, and she wished she was not the object of his affections. If only she never stepped foot on that train—

But alas, every night, he'd hold her like a delicate doll in his inhuman arms.

In the daytime, he didn't even spare the poor girl a break, either. He still followed her around—a demon like him didn't need sleep, anyways.

Her tiredness grew day by day, and both the light and hope in her eyes quickly began to diminish. She grew helpless, and weary—it was clear she was giving up. Enmu hated seeing his love like this, but it was for the best. He knew she'd accept his infatuation for her eventually.

(L/N) didn't even attempt to struggle anymore in her dreams with him. She'd just close her eyes, as if pretending he wasn't there—as if convincing herself it wasn't his arms that were holding her tight.

She didn't even stop him from approaching her anymore in the daytime, either. If he managed to grasp her attention—which was an event even rarer than before—she'd just give him a blank look, and move along. His advances meant nothing to her anymore, like she was a broken doll that just learned to accept her unfortunate fate.

Was her fear just gone? Did it all just vanish? After countless days and countless nights of torture, did she just not care any longer?

"How ungrateful," Enmu scoffed.

He watched as she boarded the train at the station, and he let her go, not even making a move to get on the train himself despite buying a ticket just to see her again. It didn't matter anymore. He was uninterested.

This was not the same (L/N) that sparked his interest—and so he wordlessly left the station, his dreams and adoration leaving along with him.

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Written by @realityphantom

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