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theyanderespecialist · 7 months ago

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Beauty&Beast's Yanderes (Headcanons/Scenario) Yanderes Daki&Gyutaro X Reader (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is with Yanderes Daki and Gyutaro NO SWEET HOME ALABAMA Stuff they are just sharing the reader and doing nothing with each other! Enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer 1: There is no family nasty stuff in this! They are just sharing not doing stuff with each other. THEY ARE NOT INTO EACH OTHER!

Disclaimer 2: Daki and Gyutaro are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)

-Yandere Headcanons With Daki and Gyutaro Sharing Gender Neutral Reader From Demon Slayer-

.Daki is a princess more or less and she loved and adored you, she would want you to be her darling first.

.And when she heard that Gyutaro felt the same way about you, she would be more than willing to share you with her brother.

.Gyutaro would be fine sharing you with Daki as well. .They both are willing to share you, but no one else.

.As Yanderes they work their best with you when they work together.

.Gyutaro would be the firmer one and would make sure you are nice to daki.

.Because daki is his sister and her happiness comes first and that is what matters the most to him.

.Although he wants you to be just as happy as well.

.You and his sister are the people he holds most dear to his heart and who he would kill for.

.No one made his sister cry and no one touched you as you belong to him and daki.

.They are both very possessive in their own ways.

.Gyutaro sees you as the one good thing other than his sister that has happened to him in his life and for that, he is never letting anything take you away from him.

.Daki sees you as the only one good enough for her and that she and her brother are the only ones good enough for you!

.You belong to them and for that, you should be grateful that they chose you.

.Also you should be grateful that they kept you safe and took good care of you.

.They slaughter their rivals not even giving them a second chance.

.They tried to get close to you which is unacceptable as you belong to them and them alone.

.They would not want any other, man, woman, or person to be that close to you.

.They also would make sure you knew better than to have wandering eyes.

.You will only have eyes for them and they will make sure of that.

.They were your beauty and your beast, and you were theirs.

.They are both the petty types of yanderes and also the jealous type of yanderes.

.They once again do not want you to be with anyone else so if you even looked at someone too long they would kill that person.

.Also if anyone looked at you too long they would kill that person as well.

.They may even lock you away in a home in the entertainment district to keep you to themselves.

.That way you would depend on them for food and water.

.And you would be able to see them and only them.

.Of course, they would worry if you were safe during daylight.

.They would confess their love to you with Daki starting it off and she would let her brother come out of her body.

.Where he will join in confessing their love.

.Of course, this will freak you out, but if you did not run, and did accept their love.

.They would be shocked but really happy and you would most likely have them taking turns with making love to you.

.You were their love and they would show you how much you meant to each of them~

.But if you did reject their love and ran from the demon pair.

.Gyutaro would have cut your legs, making you fall and standing over you.

.Telling you how dumb you were to reject their love and now they had to teach you what happens to you when you run from your lovers.

.They would teach you this lesson in various ways until you were begging them for forgiveness and promising to never ever run again.

.Of course, they tell you if you do they will kill your family and or friends and turn you into a demon.

.You did not want to become a demon, but if you accept their love or not, they will one day turn you into a demon.

.That was the one thing you will never ever escape.

.You belong to them and you will spend eternity with your beauty and beast Yanderes.

(Now The Scenario) (Daki and Gyutaro, Upper Moon 6) (Run, Reader Run) (No One's POV)

You worked as a professional drink maker. Mostly teas and you were hired out at the houses in the entertainment district. To make and serve drinks for guests and private parties. This is where you met her, the Orain of one of the three houses. You would find her staring intensely at you and you would always bow your head and keep your eyes down. She looked like she could kill you if she wanted to. You also were realizing any of the women who spent too much time around you would end up taking their own lives. Or at least that is what everyone thought.

Daki, she was killing every worthless girl that tried to get close to you. You belong to her and her brother. You did not belong to worthless ugly girls. Finally, she was going to confess to you, it was her first night off in a while and she went to your tea shop as you were closing. You locked up, the streets were empty and quiet and you turned around almost running into her.

"Oh! I am sorry!" You apologize bowing to her. "I did not hear you." "It is okay, I have something I want to tell you, open your shop." She orders you and you slowly do, you have a sense of dread building in your gut.

You stepped in and said you would make a fresh pot of tea. She sat down and waited for you as you made the fresh pot and served it. You had noticed she never drank your tea, and you had never seen her eat either.

She did not eat or drink human food that is, because she is a demon who eats the flesh of humans and drinks their blood.

"What did you need to tell me?" you ask her playing with your cup of tea. "I wanted to tell you that I am in love with you, and I want you to be mine." She says directly and your eyes widen and you blush.

A Beautiful woman like her? Did she love you?

"I-" She cuts you off. "Actually I have to correct myself. We Love you." She tells you and something starts to form out of her neck. "What the hell!" You demand standing up and your tea cup smashes into the flour.

"Thank you for getting their alone, Daki." A gravelly voice comes out and your eyes widen in fear. "It is finally good to see our darling with my own eyes." "D-D-Demon!" You cry out and turn to run.

There was no way something like that could be human! You had to get away! You felt something slice into your leg and you screamed out, falling to the floor, your leg seeping blood from the slash on it. "You are really dumb, honey." The man says. "Running from our love like that! What do you have another lover to get home to... Makes me really jealous thinking someone else can enjoy your face! You are ours!" You flip yourself on your back and look at the man in fear, the demon grinned at you. "Now be a good little darling for us, or I will have to cut off your legs, and if you reject our love again, I will kill your friends and family!!!" He laughs and you pass out.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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stuntdemon-6 · 7 months ago

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When the White Winds Blow...

Game of Thrones (show) fanfic. Pre-series. Fluff. A little bit of ansgt in Jon's section, cause even at 11 he's still a broody little bastard. 2,000+ words

Summery - The storm was fiercer than any Winterfell had seen in years. The wind seemed to shake the stone walls, and it was impossible to sleep with the thunderous noise outside. Northerners don't scare easy, especially not from something as simple as the weather… But children do. The Stark children are no exception. They knew if they sought out their parents, their Lord Father would just send them back to their beds. They were far too proud to seek their Septa, even the youngest little lord. Where else are they supposed to turn, except their older brother? It's the snow that's scaring them, so it should be a Snow that comforts them, shouldnt it?

Authors Note: I know Rickon would have been born already, in the show's timeline, but I couldnt decide where a 1-ish year old would fit into this story. Like, would he be in a nursery? Does he still have a wetnurse? Would Robb have gone to his room to get him, and bring him to Jon's to be with the rest? Or would they leave him to the Septa, or would Catelynn be checking in on him? I don't know. So I decided he doesnt exist. lol.

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Winterfell hadnt seen a blizzard of this magnitude in a long while. The wind was harsh enough to knock a grown man off his feet, tonight. The temperature dropped low enough to freeze your fingers off in no time flat. Soon there would be so much snow that hardly anyone would be able to walk through it. It wasn't anywhere near the kind of weather winter would bring soon enough, but after such a long and comparatively mild summer, it was truly an unsettling event. Northerners don't scare easy, mind you, especially not from something as simple as the weather… But children do.

The first to give into fear was Bran. To the surprise of no one. He was the youngest, after all. A child of only 5. He had already been jumpy during the day when the storm was only just beginning. No matter how many times someone assured him it was 'only the wind,' he still startled at every gust and refused to step outside. His older brothers teased him, but for once he didn't care. The winds howled like the monsters in Old Nans stories. And as the storm picked up, his ever so brave brothers stayed nearer and nearer to the main doors until they too began finding reasons not to leave. That scared Bran even more.

Another burst of wind came screaming past his covered window, and Bran could have sworn the great stone walls of Winterfell were trembling just as much as him. He wasnt an easy kid to scare. He wasnt. But try as he might, he couldnt choke down the gasp that escaped him, sitting bolt upright in his darkened room. He still had a candle burning at his bedside. He wasnt supposed to, not at this hour. He just didn't want it to be so… dark. Not with the noise outside. Not with the way his heart pounded.

Another scream of wind, and he had enough.

He threw aside his blanket and reached for the candle, all but running for his bedroom door. It wasnt until he grabbed the handle that he rememebed he wasnt supposed to wander the halls this late. The knowledge didnt stop him, but it did slow him down. He pealed the door open quietly and padded out into the hall, bare feet moving silently across the cold stone floor. He knew he couldn't go to his parents. His father would just send him back to his room, say something about how they have nothing to fear from wind. His mother would walk him back and tuck him in, but then she would leave, and he would be alone again. He could go find Septa Mordane, but he quickly dismissed the thought. He didn't want just anyone to know he was afraid. And besides, she would tell his mother.

His feet carried him down a familiar path, and when he realized where he was going, he was almost shocked at himself. It's so obvious, he thought, why didnt i think of him first?

Sansa didn't think there was anything wrong with being afraid, really. Not that she was, of course. But if someone else were afraid tonight, she would understand it. It only took one glance out the window to find reason for it. Sure, the sound of the wind was startling, but that should do little more than make you jump. Maybe keep you from falling asleep. No, the sound was no reason to be afraid.

The sight, though…

She shouldnt have looked outside. She should have kept her window closed like she'd been told, to keep the wind and the chill out and not let the warmth of her fireplace escape. But you can't fault an 8 year old for being curious, can you? What greeted her when she pulled the shutters back was not her usual view. It wasnt the familiar gardens and pathways and endless night sky full of glittering stars that she often wished upon. There were no trees, no towers, no walls or battlements. In a moment of pure shock, she almost wondered if she had imagined all of that. All she saw now was white.

The snow was falling so heavily, so densely, that it was all the eye could see. It blocked out the sky. It blocked out the ground. Sansa had once dreamed of what it'd be like to fly among the clouds, but if this was what she would see up there, than she wanted no part in it. It didnt even looked like she was in Winterfell. Or rather, it looked like Winterfell was gone.

Suddenly, Sansa found it difficult to breath.

She knew it was irrational. She knew it was just snow. It was just snow. In the morning, when the storm passed, the snow would be gone and Winterfell would return to her. She would look out her window and be able to see the sun. Everything would be fine come morning.

But morning was not coming anytime soon.

And Sansa was not fine now.

Septa Mordane would say she was being silly. Mother and Father would, too. Gods only knew how badly Robb would tease her if he saw her like this. But she needed someone to make it alright. Someone she could see right now to remind her that she was home. She was safe. Winterfell hadn't left her, even if the window told her otherwise. More than anything, in that very moment, Sansa needed to be held.

There was no shame in being afraid, she reminded herself as she left her room. And if there is, there's one person who wont judge me for it.

He was not scared. That's what Robb told himself, sitting at the foot of his bed with his eyes trained on the door, listening to the wind. He was 11 years old. He was practically grown. And he was a Stark, at that. He was not scared of a storm. He could fall asleep whenever he pleased, as easy as any other night, he just… wasnt tired yet. His thoughts were too busy, is all.

A storm this bad would bring heavy snowfall. Robb had seen plenty of heavy snows. Snow that came up to his knees, up to his waist even. Snow that he had a hard time moving through without help. But none of those storms had sounded this bad or lasted this long.

The storm started during the day and had only gotten progressively worse and worse, showing no signs of letting up anytime soon. How much snow would they end up with? Would it be taller than him? Would it be taller than even Father?

Would they be able to open the doors? Would there be too much for the servants to clear away, and leave them trapped inside until it began to thaw? It had been freezing cold for days and would likely stay that way. Would the snow thaw at all? How many days would it take for them to get back to life as normal?

How were horses and carts supposed to get in and out, if the snow got that bad? Would they be able to get food? Were the horses going to freeze out there?

Oh, gods.

No, he was not scared. He wasnt. He was just being… practical. That was it. Thinking about the potential risks, like a man, like the future Lord of Winterfell should. He wasnt scared. He was cautious.

A shuffling sound drew him out of his thoughts. Quiet enough that it would have been drowned out by the wind outside, if his ears hadnt already been searching for anything else to focus on. It sounded like…

With a smile, he got to his feet. He knew exactly what that sounded like. He pulled the door open, "Little late for a stroll, isnt it?"

Arya jumped nearly a foot in the air. She spun on her heel, backtracking to where he stood and hissing out, "Keep your voice down."

"You're not supposed to leave your room at night." He pointed out, smile still in place even as he lowered his volume to match hers.

"I know that!" She replied.

"Then where are you going?"

She shrugged, "To bother Jon. Why do you care?" Her words were the only calm thing about her. Her back was ramrod straight. Her eyes darted around the hall as if waiting for a monster to jump out and claw them both to shreds. When another gust of wind passed by outside, Robb watched his little sister jump once more.

"You're scared." He observed.

"Am not!"

"Than go back to bed."

Arya crossed her arms. "No."

"Because you cant sleep." Robb couldnt help but tease, "Because you're scared."

She scoffed, "You're awake too."

"I'm not tired."

"Yeah, right."

He wasnt in the mood to debate with a 6 year old girl. Not when his own thoughts were still on his perfectly reasonable concerns about the storm waging all around them. He heaved a dramatic sigh and shut his bedroom door behind him. "Come along, then, sister. Let's go bother Jon together. I'll make sure the scary wind doesnt hurt you on the way."

As they got closer to Jon's room, just down the hall from his own, Robb let a shakier and less practical thought cross his mind. Gods, Jon, please still be awake.

Jon's thoughts were not on the storm, but on his siblings. He knew them all better than anyone. Even Sansa, who recently began to fully grasp what the word 'bastard' meant and started to pull away, started only refering to him as her 'half-brother.' Despite distancing herself, she was always right next to the rest in his thoughts. He knew none of them could possibly be asleep during a storm like this. That was what kept him awake.

His younger siblings were strong, but they were still small. Jon remembered being 8 like Sansa, 6 like Arya, 5 like Bran. He remembered how badly storms used to scare him then. How he would curl up in bed, keep a candle burning in secret so as not to be left alone in the dark, refuse to look out his window in fear of what he would and wouldnt see. He remembered the one time he'd tried to seek some comfort. Wandered out of his room in the dead of night, hoping to find Septa Mordane or Maester Lewin or, hells, even Father. Anyone who might be able to assure him that the storm would pass.

He found Lady Catelynn instead. He had been younger than even Bran was, now. Hadnt truly grasped the meaning of being a bastard, hadn't yet understood why Lady Catelynn seemed to hate him so much, and in his fearful state he had all but forgotten. The scolding he received was an effective reminder.

Jon wished he could check on his siblings. There wasnt a shred of doubt in his mind that they were all scared, tonight. This storm was worse than any the younger ones had seen in their lives. Even Robb was probably unnerved by it. More than once, Jon had gotten out of bed and made it halfway to his door, intent on heading to one of thier rooms and knocking. Just knocking. If they didn't answer, than maybe he was wrong and they were able to sleep. Maybe they were tougher than he had been, at their ages. And if not, if they were as scared as he thought they'd be, than they wouldnt have to be scared alone.

But he knew they'd all send him away.

Robb would be offended at the mere thought of him being afraid of a snowstorm. Arya, too. They both saw themselves as far too strong and rational for that. Sansa might be open to having company, but she would never want his company. Not anymore. Bran might let him in, but he would be worried about Jon getting in trouble for being out of bed so late. He wouldn't want him to stay.

So there he laid. Staring at the ceiling above his bed. Worrying about his siblings.

When the sound of shuffling feet and quiet voices met his ears. He sat up slowly, careful not to make a noise as he strained to hear more. He couldnt make out any words, but he heard several people speaking in hushed tones just outside his door. Then a hesitant knock.

He got up and answered it.

Robb stood at the front of the pack, a sheepish look on his face. Arya was at his left, face set in a frown and arms crossed, taut as a bowstring. A step behind to Robb's right was Bran. The poor kid was shaking, his expression holding nothing but fear and making no attempt to hide that fact. At the back stood Sansa. She was the one to break the moment of silence that settled over them as Jon stared at them in open confusion. To the shock of every single one, she shoved right passed the other three and directly into Jon's arms.

He drew her close on instinct. His mind might still be struggling to make sense of it all, but if his sister needed to be held, than he would hold her. She didn't need to ask, and he didnt need to ask why. His eyes drifted over the faces of the rest, meeting each in turn, before it all clicked in his mind. He kept one arm around Sansa as he stepped aside to let them in. Bran wasted no time in climbing up onto Jon's bed and tucking his knees up to his chest. Arya followed suit, planting herself like a tree right next to him.

Robb shut the door softly behind him, whispering into the quiet room, "Hope we didn't wake you."

"No," Jon replied, "Wasn't tired."

#jon snow #robb stark #sansa stark #arya stark #bran stark #Game of thrones fanfiction #Jon Snow fluff #Sibling fluff #Wholesome Stark Siblings #no incest #Because in this fandom that has to be said #The Stark siblings being siblings is something i need to see more of in this world #And Jon being the protective big brother we all know he is #First game of thrones fic btw #Hope its halfway decent lol #cross posted on ao3

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