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Dark Side

Yandere Male Sith x GN Soldier Reader

Warnings:Death (not reader), unhealthy relationships, mentions of stalking, torture

The sith empire had launched its third attack on Coruscant, hoping to once again destroy the Republic's capital. The Sith Civil War had recently ended after Darth Malgus was killed by the Emperor's Wrath. The Emperor, to boost morale to the citizens of their empire, ordered that Coruscant be taken. That is what the Emperor's Voice claimed, anyways.

Y/n had risen the ranks in previous battles, taking Kashykk back, defending Naboo, and helping the divided Alderan people during a skirmish that luckily did not turn into a civil war; they were now a commander. They led a small battalion of soldiers, and now only needed to listen to the Jedi General. The General assigned to them was Jedi Knight Milo Cortez, a great duelist but arrogant. His arrogance almost caused the loss of Naboo and the soldiers under his command when ordered a charge on a well defended fort. Only due to the quick thinking of Y/n, who led the remaining troops through the forest and launched a surprise attack on the imperial camp, were they able to win.

The empire had amassed a massive navy; 20 destroyers, 3 capital ships, and 14 carriers. They would easily overwhelm the current Coruscant navy. The Imperial fleet was under the command of Darth Dread, a Formidable sith who had not yet lost a conflict. He had killed his master within a week of being an apprentice, killed his handler during the selection process, and killed a darth who he believed was keeping the empire from winning the war on Daantoine. He was awarded the title of Darth after he lead a major victory on Tatooine, which left the republic Influence on the planet as non-existant.

The main Battle would be on the surface. The Emperor's voice states that the emperor wanted to capture the capital as intact as it could be, so it could become a symbol of the empires strength. That is why Darth Dread was chosen, he preferred beating his enemies with better tactics and skill rather than just bombarding them. Unfortunately, that meant that Y/n's platoon might run into him.

Y/n's platoon had been there by chance, having only gone to receive a mission and so that Milo could brag about his glorious victory of Alderan (which his efforts made the situation worse.) He was astonished to see that Y/n was made a commander, as he viewed them as nothing but a distraction from his own greatness. Why did there need to be a commander, when he was the general? Regardless, Milo viewed the upcoming war as a great way to flex his greatness. Y/n viewed it as a incoming Republic massacre that they were not ready for. When the first republic ship was destroyed, Y/n immediately ordered the senate tower to be barricaded. They ordered their troops to get in position and recommended that Milo be ready to duel Darth Dread if he arrives. Milo scoffed, but took the order anyways; defeating Darth Dread would surely make him a master, maybe even a council member.

Darth Dread, still on his ship, watched the barrage of lasers being shot from his ion cannons towards a Republic Cruiser. He turned to his deck hand and gritted his teeth in anticipation

Darth Dread:"how many troops has our spy reported?"

Shiphand:"Not many, the Republic was not suspecting an attack. Only the Coruscant guard, a few jedi, and a platoon that arrived by chance."

Darth Dread:"tell me about the Jedi and the platoon."

Shiphand:"there is four Jedi Knights and one master Jedi. The platoon is a small incursion force, meant to launch attacks when least expected, fortify undefendable positions, and help with violent political issues. They are lead by a Jedi Knight named Milo Cortez and a Trooper named Y/n that was promoted to Commander when they arrived."

Darth Dread:"I have heard of this platoon, the recent loss on Naboo infuriated my former Apprentice who lead the battle. He complained that the Commander defied the idiotic Jedi and won the battle. The Jedi should be easy to dispose of, but I want that Commander, alive. Their tactics might be good use to the Empire."

Shiphand:"yes my lord."

Darth Dread stared at the planet surface. He had killed his apprentice after the battle of Naboo. The commander that outsmarted his apprentice intrigued him. His apprentice was not one that could have been easily bested; so maybe the commander, if force sensitive, could become his new apprentice. Otherwise, they could be his new deckhand. His current one was growing lax which allowed a rebel fleet to escape while he took Tatooine.

Y/n was busy preparing the defence. One entrance, no exits, only retreat would be to random senator chambers and offices. The Republic could not hold this position forever, but they could go down swinging. If Y/n had to guess, they could easily kill 20 Imperials for every republic soldier lost. That was, of course, if Milo did not screw anything up. Milo had grown jealous of a fellow Jedi who had been crowned the Hero of Tython, and now Milo would do risky maneuvers that looked grand to hopefully boost the publics view of him. He wanted to be as famous as the Hero of Tython, if not more.

Y/n didn't have their normal weapons on them. They left them on the ship, as no weapons were allowed inside the senate tower unless you were a coruscant guard. Luckily the armory had more than enough blasters, but Y/n's custom blaster rifle and revolver were still on the transport. The troops around Y/n were nervous. They knew that they would die, but they still bad a small amount if hope that a counter attack could appear before then. Y/n knew that would not happen. The largest issue with the republic was that each planet had the complete control of their own troops and ships. No one would risk their entire defense just so Coruscant could be saved. Coruscant would have to be retaken after this battle was far over. They were going to be left to die.

Darth Dread had taken his personal transport to the surface, where most of his troops had already landed. His army matched the coruscant guard nearly 10 to 1, and on top of that; the guard was mostly on the lower levels of coruscant. Darth Dread marched his way to the senate tower and noticed the entrance was barricaded. He drew his lightsaber, igniting it into a dark crimson. He twirled it in his hand a few times before thrusting it into the barricade. He dragged it the the ground before pulling the blade out. He walked a few steps back, turned, and thrust his hands forward. The barricade split into two and flew from the entrance. No republic troops stood behind it, but he noticed a Jedi stand and ignite their blade into a bright blue. Darth Dread could feel the arrogance and feeling of superiority of the jedi, and Darth Dread smirked. He turned to the troopers and noticed the commander with their arm up, signaling a "hold your fire" command. He felt a strong hatred in them and the troops towards the republic that left them to die. He announced to the troops

Darth Dread:"anyone in the platoon lead by Commander Y/n can live if they lay down their arms. I respect Y/n's ingenuity and would like to offer them a job. I shall not kill or allow the death of anyone who does not fire a shot at me or my soldiers."

Y/n paused, but as they opened their mouth to respond, Milo spoke up

Milo:"MY troops will not listen to the words of a sith. They are loyal to me and only me. Surely you have heard of me, as I am the one who leads these troops. Face me, and meet your demise sith."

Darth Dread looked annoyed, his yellow eyes gaining a bit of fire orange in them, before he smirked once again

Darth Dread:"General Milo I presume, my spies were right about you. Arrogant, Boastful, and Jealous. Not the traits of a jedi. You are the only one I shall not spare. Now then, I am asking your troops if they wish to live."

Y/n looked around at their troops. None of them seemed to want to fight. Y/n knew these people, none of them cared for the republic. They joined because they were conscripted. Now they were being left to die by the republic they were supposed to protect. While Y/n did not agree with the empire, or how they allowed the sith to run amok, Y/n did know that Darth Dread was a man of his word. One of the few sith that actually made moves to end the war. While working for the empire would mean doing bad things, it meant they wouldn't have any bad thing happen to their troops. Y/n looked around one last time before peering over their fortification.

Y/n:"My troops have no loyalty to the republic, Jedi, Sith, or Empire. They only have loyalty to eachother. That will exist no matter who they serve. If you give your word that no harm shall come to any of us, I'm sure my troops will surrender. However, I shall only join if you promise that you shall lead us personally. I do not want my troops going to any other sith or officers."

Milo looked shocked, then rage filled his face. He pointed his blade towards the direction of Y/n. He began to walk forwards when he felt a shift in the force. He quickly turned and narrowly blocked the blade of the sith. Darth Dread didn't even glance at Milo, staring at Y/n. He spoke, not putting effort into the fight with the struggling Milo.

Darth Dread:"I give you my word that I shall personally command your troops. Once I have dealt with this jedi, I shall bring you aboard my ship."

Y/n nodded, and without saying a word, began to walk towards the exit. All of their troops followed. All of them had seen the worst of the republic. The republic, before the war, was better than the empire. However they had become corrupt, and allowed this nearly thousand year war consume the entire identity of the republic.

Milo was shocked. His entire platoon had just betrayed him. He clashes his blade against Darth Dread's, who was deflecting and blocking blows while not even looking at the fight. He just watched the platoon leave the tower. Darth Dread turned as the last troop left and smirked. He thrust his blade towards Milo's leg, who barely blocked. Milo took a step back and deflected another blow. Milo realized how truly weak he was at that moment. It was taking nearly everything out of Milo, yet Darth Dread had not even tapped into the force to aid him. The blades clashed once again, Milo's arm slamming into the wall as the force of the hit was to much. He quickly regained his footing, while Darth Dread only watched.

Another Jedi entered from one of the offices. They had been guarding the senator from Mon Calamari, but had decided to join the battle when they heard the clash. The jedi was a Master, which was shown by their robes. They drew a green blade and leaped into the battle. Upon the entrance of the jedi, Darth Dread drew a second Saber. It ignited a deep amber, and he held it up in time to block the strike. He backed up so both jedi would be infront of him. He was finally going to use some effort.

Darth Dread flicked his fingers forwards, launching a barrage of lightning towards Milo. Milo was to slow to respond and was hit by it. He was launched into the wall and had to take a second to regain his breath, limbs still twitching from the electricity. Darth Dread quickly engaged the master jedi, striking quickly and powerfully. The master stayed on the defense, but was slowly being backed into a wall. Milo rushed forward and attempted to strike Darth Dread in the back. Darth Dread lept into the air and landed behind Milo. Milo noticed he only had one blade and heard a sharp gasp behind him. A amber blade was stuck in the master's chest.

Dread saw an opening as he leapt, and threw his Saber into the masters chest as he reached the maximum height of the leap. The master, not expecting this, took a fatal wound. The sith now looked only at Milo, who was shocked. Milo grew angry and charged at Dread. Dread ducked under the blade, extended his arm, and called his still ignited blade back to his arm. Milo did not see this, to blinded by his emotions, which only ended when he felt a sharp pain. He glanced down, eyes widened in shock and pain, and saw the same amber blade glowing out of his chest. The saber fell to the ground, the blade retreating into the hilt, and Milo collapsed to his knees. He dropped his Saber to the ground as Dread walked to him. Dread simply glanced for but a moment, before kicking Milo over. He grabbed both his and Milo's blade, turned and left. He ordered his troops to execute every body that was still in the senate tower, other than his spy; the senator from Coruscant.

The remaining battle took only a few minutes before every senator on Coruscant was dead. Luckily for the republic, only 8 senators were stationed there. Y/n's troops waited for Dread's orders as he approached. Y/n spoke first.

Y/n:"My lord, what are our orders?"

Darth Dread:"your troops shall enter the transports. You shall follow me."

The troops saluted and walked to the sith troopers and the transports being boarded. They were welcomed with open arms as the sith troopers celebrated the major victory. Y/n followed Dread to his personal ship. Dread turned to them and began to explain.

Darth Dread:"I have heard of you and your achievements. You were able to catch my former apprentice off guard, which is not an easy task. The reason I spared you and your troops is that I respect you. I have felt a power emanating from you, and feel that I should train you. You shall become my apprentice. Please remove your helmet."

Y/n, shocked, slowly nodded and removed their helmet. Darth Dread, upon seeing their face for the first time, felt something pleasant. Something they had not known before. They had an attraction to Y/n. Surely this would pass, the sith thought, and he turned and motioned for Y/n to board the ship.

A few years of training passed. Y/n had learned the basics of the force and was surprisingly powerful. Not as much as Dread, but they far surpassed Milo and most Jedi/sith. Dread was a strict teacher, but felt his attachment grow stronger. His obsession began to fuel his powers more than his anger, and he had unknowingly become stronger than even the immortal Emperor. The emperor felt this, but was unable to do anything about it. He sent his wrath, who was quickly slain. He tried to drain the force out of Dread, which failed. His only hope was that Dread did not wish to engage him in combat. Vitiate was already hidden, but his fear grew every day that Dread grew in power. He ordered that nobody in the empire was to remove Y/n from Dread, as he feared that Dread would destroy the universe.

Dread, meanwhile, had noticeably gotten softer to Y/n. He no longer tortured them, allowed them to sleep for far longer, and refused to injure them during spars. He still did not allow them to win the spars, but he would not harm them. Y/n would often feel the force presence of Dread when they were supposedly alone. This was due to Dread feeling a need to watch his love. While he viewed them as beyond attractive, their personality is what created this strong obsession. He needed them. He craved them. Soon nothing would stand in either of their way.

Dread walked to the bridge of his ship, turned to the deckhand and gave the command.

Dread:"make way to Korriban."

Dread had one last obstacle in his way. He needed the war to end so he could indulge in his obsession fully. He was going to destroy the republic and the empire.

[slaptasticturtle]

Crimson

Yandere Female Vampire x GN reader

Warnings:Death, Gore, obsession, mentions of stalking, unhealthy relationship.

The day was a time of safety for Y/n. They were positive they had a stalker, the feelings of being watched kept them up all night. Add that to the items that commonly went missing, and you had a very unsettled and tired person. It got to the point that Y/n no longer wanted to move out of their parents house. Having extra people made them feel more safe. They were almost able to legally drink, yet here they were only a few days from their birthday; scared and refusing to leave the house.

They had cut off their friends, worried that the stalker would get them when they hung out. They tried to get the police, but they were almost no help. Y/n scoffed remembering what the operator said. "We can't do anything unless you have proof of a crime being committed. You might just be imagining it." Yeah right, they were positive that they were being watched. It started a few years ago, once they turned 18. The feeling has never left since then, the only relief being the sunlight. They learned to sleep during the day. Luckily, Y/n had gotten a job as a news article writer; so they didn't need to leave their house to work.

A movement from outside their window caught Y/n's attention, and they cautiously approached the window. They pulled the curtains back slightly and saw something glowing red from the tree in their parents backyard. They instinctively shuddered as the glow disappeared.

Y/n:'this isn't real, just your mind imagining things. Just close the curtain.'

Y/n thought to themself as they took a few deep breaths. They closed the curtain and went back to their desk. They began to type an article about a newly opened restaurant that, which the owner of was found drained of blood. This was the reason Y/n was so terrified of the stalking. Their was a serial killer in town who drained their victims of blood using what appeared to be 2 needles to the neck, according to police. They had killed 156 people, one person a week for 3 years. The killings started once Y/n got out of highschool. It also began the night Y/n felt the feeling of being watched. All this combined left Y/n fearing that they may be a victim soon.

Y/n heard something scratching at the window down the hall. The one in the empty guest room. Their breath hitched as the contemplated what to do. It has to be a tree or wild animal. No reason to call the police. Maybe they should check it out? No, that is how every horror movie victim dies. They will wait until they are sure they are safe.

The moon glowed a brilliant white this night, the perfect night to cause some misery. A figure with glowing red eyes thought to themselves while watching over the moderately sized house. They had been here almost every night, only disappearing to feed. They hadn't always been like this, not needing to kill just to eat. They had been turned into a bloodthirsty monster after someone saw their selfish obsession. The man who turned them liked chaos, and knew the obsession that the figure had would make for great entertainment. What that man did not take into account was that the figure would view his power as a threat to their obsession. The figure grew in power, eventually even surpassing the man, before turning him to ash.

Now the figure was the last of their kind, the last vampire. They didn't care for the survival of the species, only that they and their obsession would survive. Tonight was the night that they indulged their deepest desire. They grew excited and made towards the window that would grant them entry.

After a few moments, Y/n no longer heard the scratching. They thought about checking the window, but they could not muster the courage to leave the room. They went back to writing when they heard a noise on the otherside of the house. It sounded like gargling, but out of desperation. Like someone screaming while drowning. Y/n grew much more scared, worried about their parents. A voice then called out.

?:"Do you mind if I enter your room honey? I can not unlock your door or window until you grant me access. I shall not harm you if you give me access right now. Otherwise, I may have to cause some misery to you."

Y/n shakily responded

Y/n:"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

?:"aww, you don't recognize my voice? I know we didn't speak much in high school, but I thought I had left some sort of impression. It is Faith, from your Algebra 2 class? Your voice, even muffled by the door, is so pretty honey. Just let me in and I will not harm a hair on your, or anyone else's, head."

Y/n recognized the name. Faith was a girl in her highschool that happened to share a math class with Y/n. They only spoke a few times, but nothing that would warrant this.

Y/n:"please leave, I won't tell anyone you were here."

Faith:"begging already? I haven't even gotten you in bed yet. I already told you, if you let me in I won't hurt you. Just say the words."

Y/n:"why are you doing this? What do you want?"

Faith:"don't you see, I'm doing this for us. I want you."

Y/n:"please leave me alone. I swear on my life that I won't call the police if you leave right now."

Faith:"you are starting to make me angry, honey. I am going to assume you aren't going to open the door? No matter, I will be back."

Y/n silently cried as they heard footsteps retreating. They went to grab their phone, but they noticed that it wasn't in their room. They had left it in the kitchen when they had grabbed a snack a few hours ago. They hoped Faith would assume they called the police and leave them alone.

Faith walked into the kitchen, on the way to the door. Unfortunately, they had already killed Y/n's parents. They thought that Y/n would be willing to open the door just using the promise of no pain. No matter, tons of people lived in this neighborhood. Plenty more people could be used as bait. As they continued they noticed something on the table. Y/n's phone. Faith sighed, and began to look through it. There was a pass code to enter, but Faith knew anything that Y/n might have put. She quickly guessed correctly and found the contacts. They messaged one of the contacts labeled BFF

"Y/n":Come over quickly, the stalker is back. I need your help.

Bff:are you sure it's them?

"Y/n":yes, I saw them walking around. They tried to open the window in the guest room. Bring a weapon. I tried the police already, but they couldn't send anyone.

Bff:OMW

Faith smirked and prepared themselves. Takeout was always better than dine in.

F/n was annoyed. Y/n's fear was ruining their life. When would they realize there was no stalker? Hopefully after the serial killer was caught, Y/n could go back to normal. Until then F/n would help out with their delusions. After all, what else are friends for? They grabbed a dull knife and began to drive to Y/n's house.

F/n noticed immediately that there was scratch marks all over the guest window upon arriving. Probably just a racoon that saw some food and didn't realize there was a window. They saw the door ajar, and some fear began to creep in. Maybe Y/n was right? No, probably just left the door open slightly by accident. They slowly entered, sweat beginning to pool on their palms. They called out

F/n:"Y/n! Where are you, I'm here like you said?"

Y/n heard F/n shout out, and their eyes widened.

Y/n:"you need to run, call the police! They are in the house!"

F/n:"Who is in the house? Where are your parents?"

A voice unfamiliar to F/n spoke up from directly behind them.

Faith:"you will see their parents soon enough."

F/n fell over with a thump as Faith Slammed a pan over their head. They grabbed them and dragged them to Y/n's door. They began to speak to Y/n through the door.

Faith:"I have your friend here. They are currently unconscious but alive. If you open the door, I will keep them that way. Otherwise they shall be in a worse state. I also have your phone. I will kill everyone you know if you do not open your door."

Y/n was scared. Terrified. They knew what they needed to do. If they gave themselves up, they could save everyone else. They meekly spoke out.

Y/n:"please don't hurt them. I will open the door."

Faith smirked as they heard the bedroom door unlock. They quickly ripped into the throat of F/n and drained them within seconds. They shot up and rushed the door, leaving the corpse on F/n on the ground behind them. Before Y/n could even open the door, it swung open and Faith stood there. Their eyes glowed a crimson, face was paler than paper. They had blood running down their chin and smiled sweetly at Y/n.

Faith:"God, you are much cuter than I remember. It is time to go home."

Y/n looked behind them and gasped, and with tears in their eyes glared up at Faith

Y/n:"you promised you wouldn't kill them."

Faith cooed at them and looked saddened.

Faith:"I know, I know, but they heard my voice. Don't worry, only they and your parents needed to die. You will be safe with me, and no one else needs to die. All you need to do is give me a little blood every week. I shall give you anything you desire in return."

The police showed up to the house the next day. Upon entering they were hit with a horrible sight. The dead body of F/n was left in the hallway, a few drops of blood near them. The worse sight was when they entered the parents bedroom. The father was missing both eyes and had a large gash in his throat, dried blood surrounding and covering him. The mother was stabbed in the stomach and looked as if she was trying to crawl away. Their head was stomped into the ground, chuncks of flesh replacing where their head would have been. On the wall, written in blood, a message read

They are mine.

[slaptasticturtle]

Yandere Alphabet for David.

David is my werewolf oc

Warnings:discusses death, unhealthy relationship, stalking, NSFW, mentions of self harm.

A is for Agression (how aggressive will he be)

Likes to avoid being aggressive with others, unless needed. Will never be aggressive with his darling.

B is for Betrothed (would he like to get married)

Absolutely, he would actually like to have 2 weddings. One following his darlings religion and traditions, and the other as a pack wedding. The pack wedding consists of turning his beloved into a werewolf, mating, and creating a nest together.

C is for Cruelty (does he torture his beloved?)

Not on purpose. He might cause some trauma getting them to his den and he may be a bit to rough in bed while in wolf form, but he would never purposefully harm his darling in any way.

D is for Disgust (what kind of things disgust him, what things does he do that might be disgusting.)

He isn't easily disgusted by his darling, he can't see any fault with them, but he is disgusted by others when they have to much perfume or cologne. He prefers the natural scent.

He doesn't shower. At all. He doesn't smell terrible, mainly due to his natural scent not being awful, but if he gets dirt in his fur he will just brush it out.

E is for Ecstatic (what makes him happiest)

When his beloved returns even the smallest amount of affection. He doesn't care if it's fake, real, or a ploy to let his guard down; he is just happy to see you react in a positive way.

F is for Failure (when would he give up)

Almost never. The only thing that would make him give up on getting his darling would be them shutting down mentally or dying. He still wouldn't fully give up, but he would leave his darling alone if they break down and let them reenter society to get some mental help. After a few years he is back. If his darling did die, he is doing everything in his power to bring them back. The only line he wouldn't cross is bringing you back as a shell, he needs your personality and what makes you, you.

G is for Goofy (what is his humor like)

He will laugh at any joke his darling makes, no matter how unfunny it is. The only jokes he won't laugh at are self-depreciation. He doesn't even have to fake his laugh, he genuinely finds them funny.

H is for Hurt (what is the thing be does that hurts his darling the most)

Unlike other yanderes, there isn't to many things that are hurtful. The only things would be the day he kidnapped his love, and the fact he keeps them locked up in a room for a year to wait for the night he can turn them.

I is for impatient (how long is he willing to wait for his darlings affections)

Until he dies. He is one of the most patient yanderes I will write.

J is for jail (how does he lock you up)

He locks you in a room in his den. He fills the room with nice furniture and things you like. Some video games, board games, and things to draw with. He also gets you things for your hobbies, will sneak into your old house to get things you can't replace, etc. He spends most of his free time doing things with you. Once he turns you, you can leave the room and have much more freedom. He will later combine everything in your room into his.

K is for killing (does he kill others)

If you do not know the person he wants to kill personally, then he is more than willing. He is more hesitant and will only do it if necessary if it is someone you like being around. He is killing anyone you even slightly dislike or that has even slightly disrespected you. While he doesn't enjoy killing, he views it as a means to an end. Anyone standing in his way of getting his love is a threat that must be removed.

L is for Love (how obsessed is he)

Beyond obsessed. On a scale of 1 to 10, he is an 11. He will stalk, steal, and sneak his way into his darling life. There isn't a line he won't cross to guarantee his darlings safety. He won't spend a second thinking about anything that has no relation to you.

M is for murder (how does he kill)

Typically using brute force or slashing. He doesn't like to waste time, and prefers killing faster than drawing it out. Time spent killing is time spent away from his darling.

N is for nightmares (how does he respond to his darlings trauma?)

He will do anything to help them forget. Any reminder of so someone he killed? Gone. Bringing up something traumatic? He will change the discussion faster than you can blink. Need medicine? Done. Need therapy? He is kidnapping the best therapist in the country and dragging them to you.

O is for Over (what would he do if darling tried to leave)

Before they turned? Carry you back and recheck the cage. No punishment, you are scared and need time to adjust. He understands.

After you turned? Rough night of mating. Surely you left because you were needy, and how can he blame you? It is definitely his fault for not being more attentive.

P is for patience (will he wait until you are ready before mating)

He might take longer than you. A full year is a long time, and Stockholm syndrome goes hard. He won't until the night he turns you. The turning process makes you ready, as it rewires a lot of emotional responses. It doesn't necessarily change your mentality, more that it changes your needs.

Q is for quiet (does he care about how loud or quiet his darling is?)

Not at all. Very loud? While his ears are sensitive, they seem to be immune to the vocals of his darling. Quiet as a mouse? His ears hone in and can pick up even the tiniest squeaks and whispers. If others have an issue with your volume, he will make sure they never have an issue again.

R is for rage (how can his darling make him mad?)

It isn't easy. He flat out can't get mad at his darling. You yelled at him? You just needed to get your emotions out, he understands. You ran away? Well, you are adjusting to your new life. Change is scary, he knows that. He will jelp you through it. You killed everyone else he knows and loves? Well they probably deserved it. You hurt yourself? He will get you the strongest painkillers, and will get you therapy if there is a mental reason why you harmed yourself. He won't hold you to that.

He only truly gets angry when someone else makes you feel bad.

S is for Sex (how is the sex life)

Very animalistic. 9 times out of 10, if he isn't in wolf form at the beginning; he is by the end. He is very passionate and great with aftercare, making sure something cold and hot are ready to eat based on your preference. Will cuddle afterwards, and will whisper sweet nothings all night. Makes sure you fall asleep before he does.

T is for Trauma (how would he respond to anything that troubles his darling? This includes non-trauma related things, such as being blind as that could just be natural. Basically anything mental or physical that can cause even the slightest impairment.)

Any mental health issues like ptsd? He will get you therapy, avoid any triggers, and will avoid talking about the event that caused it like a plague. Bipolar? He reads up on it and learns how to tiptoe around your emotions. Sensory issues? No problem, any texture you don't like is gone. Any food you don't like is gone. Anything causing a noise you dislike is destroyed or dead.

Any physical issues? Blind? He will help guide you. Mute or deaf? No problem, he learned sign language years ago just for you. Missing a limb or paralyzed? He is there to for you. Once you turn those issues disappear anyways, so you won't have to deal with that for much longer anyways.

U is for Urge (does he have any weird urges that others might not have)

During his heat, which only shows up once his beloved is turned, he will be screwing all week long. Luckily the process of turning causes his darling to also go through heat at the exact same time. He has the urge to protect his mate regardless of the threat, even if it is much more dangerous to him than it is to his darling.

V is for violent (what does it take for him to become violent.)

His darling will never cause him to be violent towards them. However if he sees them crying or in danger, all bets are off. He will promptly kill whatever it is that troubled you, out of your sight of course, and then spend as much time as it takes to make you feel better. Other than that, he is a big pacifist. He won't harm anything that doesn't possess a direct threat or need for his darling. He will hunt for food, but even then he prefers to have his pack hunt or just buy it. He doesn't like seeing anything in pain unless it needs to be in pain.

W is for Wrong (does he argue with his darling? If so, what is he willing to argue about?)

Never. He would never argue with his darling unless it was to make them feel better. You think his favorite color is bad? No problem; his new favorite color is whatever yours is. You think his cooking is bad? No problem; he will read a bunch of cook books and ask for your instructions. You find him gross? Yes he is, even if he didn't think he was 2 seconds ago. Do you have any suggestions on how he can be more clean? You think you are gross or ugly? No, you are the best thing on the planet. The universe. He won't stand for anyone making nasty remarks about his beloved, that includes you.

X is for Xenodiagnosis (how does he treat any illness you have?)

Time for a werewolf pharmacy heist. Him and his entire pack are about to rob every nearby store that has any medicine that may help you. Then they are kidnapping the best doctor.

Z is for Zero (what qualities does he lack that other yanderes have)

He has not an ounce of sadism in him. Even if you are a masochist, he will not even pretend or threaten to harm you.

The need to gaslight. He won't gaslight you, infact he hates anyone that lies to you.

The need to isolate you. He is fine with you being with your family once you have turned. He is fine with you going to school, hanging with others, and forming attachments. As long as none of them threaten his love for you, they are fine. The only time he will isolate you is the first year, just to guarantee the night he turns you will go well.

I will be uploading a headcannon list. Send me an ask for questions you want answered, or any requests you have.

[slaptasticturtle]

Hallows Night

Yandere Male Werewolf X GN Reader

Warnings: Gore, Death (not reader), unhealthy relationship, unpleasant description of violence, swearing.

The night crept in on this year's Halloween, a holiday y/n quite enjoyed. Candy, costumes, scares, and the general atmosphere all made for a fun night. They hadn't gone full out with their costume, having been fired from their job a few weeks ago, they couldn't afford more than a simple Walmart costume. They had dressed as Ghostface and their friends decided that it would be fun to all be iconic slashers.

David, one of their oldest friends, had dressed as Michael Myers. He was the only one with the correct stature for it. Bulky, tall, and very imposing. The only thing that didn't match was his friendly personality. He couldn't harm a fly, even if that fly killed his entire family.

Caleb, the most recent addition to y/n's friends, dressed as Jason. His stature was wrong, but he insisted on being his favorite slasher. He was pretty short and slim, almost twig like. He carried a real machete for self defense, and to make the costume more real. Despite being shorter than everyone in the group, he was probably the best fighter. He was considered a delinquent and would constantly get into fights with others before meeting the group.

Sarah, who was like a sister to y/n, dressed as ghost face as well. There were always 2, so she thought it would be cool. Sarah refused to add any fake blood, as she didn't want to scare any kids that decided to trick or treat. She was kind to a fault, refusing to state the faults in others; even if it helped them.

Jim, who accidentally joined the group, dressed as Billy the puppet. He liked horror movies and really enjoyed Gore, so being the puppet from the saw series was his go to. He wanted to watch horror movies instead of going to the party they were walking to, but Violet convinced him to go. He hated the large crowds, but he had a not-so-secret crush on Violet. Opposites do attract.

Violet, the party girl, was going as a genderbent freddy Krueger. She loved cosplaying, and that allowed her to spend hours working on hers with how long the makeup would take. She happens to be in a rich family and was able to spend much more on her costume than the others in the group. She loved showing off her talents and loved to be in larger crowds.

Finally, there was Samuel, the survivalist. He was dressed as leather face. He wasn't as buff as David, but he was still pretty strong. He had more of a sleeper build, which he got from working in the forest. He worked as a lumberjack, and just happened to go to the same college as y/n. He met the group when they had gone camping in the forest his family owned. They hadn't known, but Samuel was pretty forgiving and allowed the to camp. After that he showed up to one of y/n's classes and slowly became a member of the group.

They had decided to go to a party that one of their fellow students was hosting. They had invited just about everyone in the college, so the group was expecting a large crowd. Y/n, while not afraid of large crowds, was worried about how large this one may be. They had decided to walk there, as it wasn't to far, and Sarah wanted to see the trick or treaters. She had brought a bag of candy for the walk, and was passing out candy to truck or treaters as they passed by. Violet was skipping as she walked, which was slightly unsettling with the costume she had. David was walking in the middle, in order to appear scary to any wannabe hooligans he claimed, but the group knew it was because he didn't want to get lost. He was known to suddenly wander off when something caught his attention.

Caleb was glaring at anyone who passed by, and would occasionally jump out at little kids. Everytime he did, Sarah would slap the back of his head and the group would need to stop for Sarah to lecture him. Y/n was just walking along with David and Samuel, all three pretty silent on the way and only really talking when they were talked to. Violet joked that Y/n had scary dog privileges, as both Samuel and David towered over them and anyone would think twice before approaching Y/n.

After half an hour, they finally began to see lights. The crowd wasn't in the thousands, but there were atleast a few hundred people. Luckily that classmate was the product of an eccentric millionaire father, so the giant mansion had more than enough room. The party was loud, and y/n could tell that most party goers were either drunk or high. Caleb scrunched up his nose as one person passed by, reeking of alcohol. Violet immediately ran off, and Caleb began to follow leaving the rest of the group behind.

Dave looked around for a second before turning to the others.

Dave:"so, what are we going to do?"

Sarah:"stick together, have fun, and not get too drunk or high?"

Y/n:"sounds like a plan."

Samuel:"should we look for the other two?"

Y/n:"nah, they probably are going to end up in bed together and I don't want to interfere with something we have been waiting for."

Sarah looked disgusted at that comment, and gave a little "hmph" while Dave giggled and Samuel let out a full belly laugh, which attracted the attention if a few nearby party goers.

Samuel:"I agree with y/n on this, we knew it would happen eventually."

David:"yeah, let's leave Mr Guard Dog with Ms. Princess so they can finally get together. I see the punchbowl, does anyone want a drink?"

Y/n shrugged.

Y/n:"only if it is not spiked, don't want to get drunk yet."

Samuel:"I'll take one, and I didn't know you liked to get drunk y/n."

Y/n:"I really don't, but it's a party; so why not live a little."

Sarah shook her head.

Sarah:"not thirsty at the moment."

David:"suit yourself."

David wandered to the punch bowl and proceeded to fill three cups. He took a sip of his, and poured one of the cups back into the punch bowl. He then walked back over with his cup and one other.

David:"definitely spiked. I could taste the vodka"

Samuel took a sip.

Samuel:"yep; vodka, tequila, and a little bit of wine. Pretty weird combination. Maybe multiple people tried to spike it?:

Dave:"man, I wish I had those kind of taste buds. How could you tell about the wine?"

Samuel smiled and boastful stated

Samuel:"my mother's a natural when it comes to cooking. My pallete is very advanced. Wine has an off taste when it comes to the grape flavor, and the punch does not contain grapes."

After a few hours of partying, y/n decided to give get some punch. David noticed and walked over to them.

David:"I can go get you some punch now, there is quite a crowd near there and I would rather you not be assimilated."

Y/n:"thanks. I'll be right here."

David nodded and began to head to the table. After a minute, Samuel approached Y/n with a cup of punch. He held it out and said

Samuel:"David told me to give this to you, Sarah needed his help with something."

Y/n nodded and thanked him before drinking it. It had an off taste, but y/n assumed it was the alcohol. After a few minutes after finishing the punch, Y/n began to feel dizzy and saw David approach. He had a cup if punch in his hands.

David:"are you feeling OK? You look a little pale. I got the punch finally, the line was massive."

Y/n looked at David confused, but was to dizzy to form a complete sentence. After a moment, Y/n lost their balance and David caught them. He brought them to an empty room and sat them on the ground.

David:"I'll watch over you, get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

With that y/n slowly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, y/n awoke to David shaking them. The first thing y/n picked up was the sound screaming. David in a hushed tone hurriedly explained to y/n what was happening

David:"Y/n, you awake? Good. I barricaded the door and called the police. Someone went crazy and suddenly bit the throat of someone else. They then grabbed a knife and began to stab other people. We need to be quite."

Y/n, now fearing for their lives, quickly nodded and began to shiver in fear. David noticed and wrapped them up in a nearby curtain. They happened to be in a storage room, and a lot of old furniture was stashed there. David began to search for a weapon. Y/n noticed a second exit, an emergency exit, that didn't have an entrance. They pointed it out to David.

David:"we will use that as a last resort. I checked, it leads to the hallway outside. This room is like a panic room it seems."

Y/n agreed, as they were in the room and were definitely panicking.

After the screams began to die down, they heard footsteps approach the barricaded door. They heard a growl, and suddenly the door was being slammed into. The barricade, which consisted of a dresser and mirror, began to Crack. The door was splintering, and David quickly turned to y/n.

David:"you need to go. I will distract them while you escape."

Y/n began to shake their head, but David hushed them.

David:"I will not let you be killed. I love you to much to allow you to be hurt. Live your life, remember me, and get outside. The police will be here soon. I'm happy to be your friend."

Y/n looked shocked for a moment, then nodded now determined. Another slam caused the mirror to fall and shatter, the dresser was beginning to fall apart. David grabbed the curtain pole, and got into a stance. Y/n quickly pushed against the wall and immediately began to run. They were shocked at the carnage. Dozens of dead bodies, blood everywhere. The floor was surely going to be stained crimson. Some bodies were missing limbs, others bad their throats torn out. A few of the bodies were moaning in pain, but y/n couldn't afford to stop. The person slamming into the door broke through, based on the sudden crash behind y/n as they continued to run. Tears streamed down y/n's face as they continued to run as a sudden howl rang out. Y/n gasped, and came to a stop, the tears growing. Sarah's body laid infront of them and seemed to be the worst of all. She was missing both legs, an arm, and had a large scratch going through her face. The only reason Y/n could even recognize Sarah was the torn costume, and the necklace they wore. Y/n came out of their shock and began to run towards the entrance again. They were lost, though, not knowing the directions of the mansion and how they got to the storage room. Suddenly someone grabbed their shoulder. Y/n turned and gasped.

Caleb was getting along with Violet for a while when suddenly screams ran out. Caleb turned for a minute and heard violet chuckle. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder and could no longer feel his arm. He looked at his arm and let out a cry of agony. Violet, who now was nearly 7 feet tall and looked like a monster, had ripped his arm off. He quickly began to run, while Violet began a rampage. She quickly grabbed one of the other party goers and ripped their throat our with her bare teeth, blood gushing onto her brown fur. Caleb ran to one of the curtains, and using his machete, cut a large section off. He was loosing blood fast, ND would die if he did not hurry. He made a tourniquet and quickly tightened it onto his shoulder, which slowed the bleeding. He used another strip to package his wound, hissing as he did. He would survive this wound for a bit longer, but he needed to get out. He placed his machete in his holster, and began to head to the entrance when he noticed someone familiar. He grasped at their shoulder, and Y/n turned around, gasping.

Caleb:"do you know where the others are?"

Y/n, with tears in their eyes,:"David sacrificed himself so I could escape. Sarah is dead. I don't know about Samuel or violet."

Caleb gritted his teeth and said:"violet is one of the monsters. She suddenly grew several feet taller and ripped my arm off. We need to find the others, if they are still alive. Based on the dead bodies around us, there is more than just 1 or 2 monsters. I am ahead of Violet, but she may be gaining ground."

Y/n was shocked, but quickly regained their resolve. They nodded and began to search rooms as quietly and quickly as possible. A voice suddenly rang out from the hallway they were in.

Violet:"Caleb, I can smell your blood! I know you are out here! If you show yourself, I can give you a quick death. Almost painless. If you surrender Y/n, I will let you go. After all, this is all for them!"

Caleb quickly whipped around and told Y/n

Caleb:"we need to go. Split up, we will meet in the main lobby. If I'm not there in 5 minutes, leave without me. You just need to go straight and to the right. Last door. I will try and lose them."

With that he quickly rushed into a bedroom. Y/n turned and began to spring down the hallway as Violet called out to them

Violet:"Y/n, please come here. I won't hurt you, none of us will. We just want to welcome you to the family. No one else needs to die, not Caleb, Samuel, Sarah, or David!"

Y/n turned and shouted back as they continued to run

Y/n:"you monsters killed Sarah and David. You probably killed Samuel. Leave me alone, I don't want to join whatever you monsters are!"

Y/n heard a snarl, but they heard a door open and saw a giant wolf monster go into the bedroom Caleb went into. Y/n finally burst through the doors to the main lobby, which was surprisingly clean. Almost no dead bodies, and the few that did exist were placed into the corners of the room. Y/n rushed to the bodies and began to search for Samuel. None of the bodies matched.

Caleb was dashing from room to room. His adrenaline was causing the pain to be a mild discomfort. He needed to escape. He need to save atleast one of his friends. As he ran he was replaying all his memories of Y/n, Samuel, Violet David, and Sarah in his mind. They pulled him out of the roughest place in his life and saved him, and now because one of his friends happened to be a monster; he was going to lose them. He needed to save Y/n, whatever Violet had planned for them was not something they deserved. He might also be able to save Samuel, but he wouldn't get his hopes up until he saw them.

Violet called after him as he ran

Violet:"Caleb, this is all your fault! If you hadn't scared Y/n off, you would still be able to live. We would have welcomed you as well. Your death and Samuel's is on your hand."

Caleb ignored the taunts and continued to run, before he entered a bathroom. The bathroom didn't have a way to escape, so he turned back to the guest room he was just in and suddenly went pale. His adrenaline immediately cut off, and the pain came in full force. Standing infront of him was Violet. Violet and a grey wolf. There were atleast 2. Atleast he would die knowing Y/n made it out.

Y/n grew worried as the minutes passed by. They didn't know how long it had been, but they were sure it was more than 5 minutes. They knew Caleb told them to run, but they couldn't. Not until he got back. There was 2 exits, so if they needed, Y/n could rush out if one of the werewolves appeared. After a few more minutes, with Y/n growing more and more worried, they noticed a clock. It was almost morning. Only a few hours until the sun would be up. Hopefully that transforms the werewolves back into their weaker forms, like the stories say.

Suddenly they heard footsteps and cackling. Y/n looked towards the hallway entrance and saw two werewolves, one grey and one brown, werewolf appear. They were carrying the corpse if Caleb and slowly munching on it. They saw Y/n as they entered, and both their lights lit up. Y/n turned to run, but was quickly tackled by the grey werewolf.

Y/n looked up at it and pleaded with defeat

Y/n:"please kill me quickly atleast."

A familiar voice came out of the werewolves mask and Y/n looked at it with a feeling of betrayal.

Samuel:"we aren't going to kill you, silly. Although it is to late to turn you and welcome you into the family. We have to do that next year, but don't worry. We won't harm a hair on your head."

Suddenly a white furred werewolf walked in, towering over the other 2. The others acknowledged it, and began to speak.

Violet:"sorry alpha, I got to occupied chasing Caleb. He was able to allude me for a while. I didn't know he would survive his wound."

Samuel:"I apologize as well. I was to focused on finding survivors that I didn't think to search the main lobby for Y/n."

The white werewolf addressed them both and as soon as he opened his mouth; Y/n's brain completely imploded.

David:"it is not that big of an issue. I knew it would be a long shot to both get then and turn them by the time limit, especially with so many people. That is why we built that special room for them in our den after all. You two have not failed me, you got me my beloved."

He then turned to Y/n

David:"I know this must be shocking and traumatizing for you. Do not worry, my beloved, that shall pass. None of us shall harm you further than the mental harm we caused today, and you shall forget all of this soon enough. I shall explain our motives as well, nod if you can hear me."

Y/n, with tears in their eyes, glared up at David.

David sighed, but continued.

David:"not exactly a nod, but you can clearly hear me. We have been friends since elementary school, friends longer than you have even known anyone else. I grew to love you, and while it may seem obsessive to you, it is natural for my kind to stalk and be protective of our loved ones. Especially when they aren't the same as us. Over time I noticed that you would not be safe all the time with just me watching you, so I decided to find others. I was born a werewolf, the others were chosen by me and turned. Violet was the first and was chosen due to her popularity and loyalty. Samuel was soon after, he was obsessed with the myth of the werewolves and; when he found me during a hunt in his parents woods, surrendered his flesh to me. I gave him the chance to be part of the pack."

He paused, allowing Y/n to follow and register what he was saying

David:"after I found them I left my parents pack. We created a den in Samuel's forest, and I have been keeping you safe ever since. I prevented you from being kidnapped a few years ago. Samuel prevented you from being mugged while you walked home a few weeks ago, and violet kept you away from bad influences. We all adore you, but you will be my betrothed. You will be the Luna of the group, the spouse of the Alpha. Your word will only be rivaled by mine. Until then, you shall remain human. I have gotten a bunch of your hobbies, interests, and some nice furniture. You will be kept in your new room until it is time to turn you, but you will be entertained, fed, and doted on by me. Once you turn, you shall gain your freedom."

Y/n mustered the courage to speak after David finished his explanation

Y/n:"why did you kill Sarah? Why did you kill Caleb?"

David sighed once more and began to explain

David:"we offered Sarah to join us before we killed her. She refused. Caleb was a bad influence on you, however if he gave you up we would have also allowed him to join. It was their choice to die. We did not wish to kill them, but we will always prioritize you. Them being alive kept us from having you."

David nodded to Violet, whom turned to Y/n.

Violet:"don't worry, when you wake up you will be comfortable and safe."

Violet began to walk towards Y/n, who began to struggled under Samuel. Violet smiled apologetically, before shoving a pill down their throat. Violet quickly covered their nose and mouth and began to coo at them.

Violet:"just relax and swallow. You will be safe, I promise."

After a few moments, Y/n swallowed the pill. The group all waited as Y/n grew sluggish and fell asleep. David walked over an picked them up.

David:"they are so adorable when they sleep."