#Yandere Talon Du Couteau

[popawritter12]

yandere high noon talon headcanons?

Yandere! High Noon Talon headcanons

Author's note: I like the initiative they all of you are taking, I never seriously thought about making headcanons for this skin <;3.

Chances of your loved ones being killed

We are talking about a fucking DEMON who travels on a fucking train where they take souls collected from other people.

A solid 70%

Although let's talk about if they don't die for him, they die for any of his other demon friends.

First impressions

You were an inhabitant of a seedy town, you lived with your partner in a house somewhat far from the rest of the town. While they both lived comfortably, it was more than obvious that both of you dealt with demons or other dangerous creatures.

While neither of obth of them were demon hunters, they could manage to keep other creatures or humans at bay solely to maintain their survival. Mainly they knew about the powder train, and about the “horsemen of the Apocalypse,” so to speak.

Even with all the bad experiences you had with bad blood demons, you were looking for peace with one of these. You were not a pacifist, but if you could avoid a fight where you were disadvantaged, then you avoided it.

You loved your partner very much, but you couldn't spend much time together because of their job on the railways, so most of the time you spent it alone, with you and your animals alone, you were the “perfect prey” for any demon.

However, you had some tools to defend yourself. And although more than once you questioned to what extent you could defend your beloved home and your own life from those beings eager for some soul to take, in the end there was always only one conclusion; that damn train won't take you today, or tomorrow, or that damn year.

One night, you find Talon; you had heard your dogs barking constantly and annoyingly, and it wasn't until you went outside that you saw him on the outskirts of your field, injured and weak.

Against all odds you took him home, but to a secluded place, one where your partner couldn't find him.

When he was able to speak, he just thanked you. Although you wanted to treat him well, you knew demons well, and you especially knew that given the slightest opportunity he would murder you, and take your soul to that damned railroad.

You didn't talk much to him, limiting yourself to asking him how he had gotten to that place and what had hurt him so much. He hummed a vague answer about a bandit (Though the "bandit" was only begging for they soul to not be stolen), and while you wanted to ask him more, you only gave him the benefit of the doubt about his alibi.

You were too cautious when talking to him, and only healed him and gave him some hot food, also saying that he had permission to sleep in that place until dawn, but that he would not be welcomed in another room in your house.

He, although he had planned to kill you, didn't do it, not because he “was actually a good person”, it was because there was something that did not allow him to do so.

He always had the chance, he could sneak up behind you and put a blade through your chest, but something in his mind wouldn't let him. Something rooted in his heart still beating against all thoughts of his mind, justifying his actions, and all of that prompted a humble act of kindness on your part.

It wasn't until dawn came that, in his twisted head, there was only the thought of letting you live, even if it was to know more about you before taking you to the train, to the place you hated so much.

First murder or Yandere act.

Talon resorts to watching you from afar, hoping to learn why his mind refuses the idea of taking you with him, but the more he looked at you, the more he tried to get closer to you or learn basic things like what you like to eat, the more the idea of take you away from your lover resoned in his head, to finally give you closure rather than leave you to your fate against any horseman of the apocalypse or any other demon bold enough to take your soul and carry it as if it were his property. But something that was particularly like a stab in the heart was discovering that you were in a relationship.

He wasn't particularly zealous with humans, I mean, he basically doesn't care about humans, being that he could kill them whenever he wanted, and however he wanted.

But seeing how that person took you, caressed your skin or filled your ears with words of love while spreading kisses all over your body… It was like one of the worst tortures for him.

And he decides to take this person's life.

Your partner was just as kind as you, but exclusively with humans; any other creature would not enjoy the same respect that they gives to his peers.

However, he was more absent-minded than you; Working so many hours on the railroad led them to feel quite tired, more than a regular one; more so due to the fact that their boss was not particularly friendly or companionable to his employees. That gave Talon many more advantages than he already had.

In a particular day, when he saw them leaving work, he decided to act. And it didn't take long until your beloved partner arrived home; full of stab wounds, wounds to the chest and face, while they could barely breathe. The sensations he was going through were like a living hell for them. As soon as you managed to take them in your hands, you dragged him to a nearby chair, before going to look for medicine, the hope of being able to save him lay in your mind, over and over again.

But when you saw your beloved again, you had the misfortune to see him too.

A grimace of anger appeared on your face, as you yelled at him if he was the author of such an attack. The blonde didn't answer you, he just looked at the dying one: now that he thought about it clearly, it was the first time he felt a certain… satisfaction, a pleasure ran through his heart like a beautiful tingling that could only be compared against the feeling he had when he found you for the first time, when he had the good fortune to find a human who received him with such warmth.

And his hand approached the body of that person; the blood generating an aroma between intense and tense in the air. You immediately jumped on him, a cry of desperation as you tried to save your loved one. Your screams were just desperate questions about why he did this, why he made you suffer so much, but he didn't answer you.

With all the pain in his heart, he hurt you; pushing your body against the wall in a brutal and even savage manner, before taking the soul of the dying person in his hands; a soft plea coming from the wandering soul as the person looked at the demon, the only thing you managed to understand was that your loved wanted him to leave you alone, that he could take their soul if he wanted but not to harm you or make you suffer.

Relationship or kidnapping

It was very clear that he wouldn't listen to those words at all, right?

As soon as you managed to open your eyes, you saw the corpse of your loved one; dead, rotting while only subtly leaning back. In front of you was the demon you had previously received for a simple impulsive act of kindness.

And it's obvious that he takes you. but not to the train. In his mind, there was only the idea of how beautiful you were as a human; even with his certain disdain for that species, to him you looked so good like this; weak, sensitive and even submissive under him.

But he hides you in a place where not even the railroad demon could find you; No one knew about your whereabouts from the moment he took you away from everyone, and rest assured that it will be like this until the end of your days.

Coexistence

Very irritating for you.

The few times he is with you he seeks to pamper you, give you hugs and kisses, no matter how much you deny him, he will continue to seek that affection over and over again, believing that sooner or later you would give in and accept his love. And even though you knew that was very far from reality, he insisted, to a totally irritating point.

He doesn't usually punish you, he isn't attracted to the idea of hurting you, deciding better to only threaten you in a way that he knew could cause fear within your heart, however if you are too stubborn, then it can drive him to a pretty big point of anger.

Marriage and family

In case you're wondering, no, I don't see either of those things as possible.

I mean, in marriage I say we're talking about a fucking DEMON, and in terms of getting along with your family, well, let's just say that at this point in the story it's pretty obvious that he's no longer interested.

If possible, children?

Nah,

He knows the end is coming, but in his mind he only thinks about spending as much time as he can with you, without letting any other demon or human lay a finger on you. He already had enough trouble trying to convince you that he was okay with EVERYTHING he did, so it would be even harder for him to want to have a child with you.

Bad ending.

I HAVE BEEN THINKING THIS FROM THE BEGINNING

Suppose that, after the kidnapping, you are cornered by another demon or human, who takes you away from where he had hidden you, and when he notices it he loses his mind.

Like Zed, he is capable of moving HEAVEN AND EARTH to find you again, and when he does, he makes a decision… something that does disagree with the decision Zed makes.

He hugs you, fills you with affection and I even dare to say that he can sob; saying that he was so afraid that they would take you away from him.

His caresses are sweet, his words are soft as cotton, almost as if he's actually been afraid of you walking away from him. You could even hear his heartbeat; accelerated, almost as if it were about to explode from so much adrenaline.

You thought that maybe it wasn't so bad, that maybe he really wanted to defend you and love you purely, after all he looked for you even under the rocks just to find you and give you a hug and tell you that he loved you. But a blade in your abdomen interrupted you. It didn't take long before he gave you a soft kiss on your lips, his eyes overflowing with tears that run down his cheeks while his weapon pierces and opens your delicate skin like a hunter opening his first hunted animal.

He whispered regrets and apologies to you so many times that your ears grew tired of hearing it, as if they just wanted to stop hearing his broken voice, but he couldn't help but do so.

His heart sank in his chest, feeling pure regret for having subjected you to this level, yet it was the first time that everything surrounding this world had finally surpassed him.

And, the moment he took the hand of your wandering soul, he could only feel the hatred in your eyes, the contempt with which you looked at him; he took everything from you, your life, your reason for living, the person you loved most, the ability to see any way to escape, and now he claimed your soul as his own, dragging your existence onto that train from which you had escaped for so long.

He would not allow any other demon to claim that person's soul, and if he had to separate their soul from their body in order to ensure that fact, then he would do it a thousand times over.

Reasons to be a Yandere

-In the story “A Stranger on the Road” the same story tell us that he can feel regret about killing humans, even when it was something he forced himself to do. He is able to feel, and is able to know that his actions are wrong, so we can assume that he has feelings as basic as regret or love.

-He's not used to someone's kindness, especially in a time as complicated as it is, well, THE ENTIRE HIGH NOON UNIVERSE.

(This section is short since I don't know what to put to justify the space, I try to compensate in the data part)

Extra data:

-This version of Talon is the most affectionate towards you, and we can see that he is a little more emotional than the other versions.

-He is very curious about you; He may know everything about you but he would ask you what you like over and over again, until he hates everything about you from head to toe.

-He enjoys you caressing his hair, since he feels that being in your arms was the best feeling that he couldn't compare to anything.

-After the bad ending, he follows you throughout the train, even trying to prevent other souls or demons from touching you; It wasn't because of fear of being hurt, just because of jealousy.

-He usually takes care of EVERYTHING after he takes you to the train, wanting to lock you in a car exclusively for yourself, just to prevent anyone else from laying a hand on you.

-If you meet your former partner on the train and try to talk to them, Talon will react badly; he would take you away from that person, even if it included dragging you by the hand.

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Since you're on the yandere board... Can i get some Yandere/Stalker!Talon headcanons?

Well, you’re screwed. You caught the attention of an assassin from Du Couteau family, I wish you the best of luck from this day on. 

The big deal about having Talon interested on you is that he’ll always have eyes on you, you’ll never move a finger that he doesn’t know, and even if you don’t even know about his existence, or have only talked with him once or twice, for short sentences, he’ll consider you as his property. 

And no one can get closer to you without a rigorous checking from him, your closer ones are checked, if their ‘potential danger’ on taking you away or making your mind about him are high, they’ll be killed. 

Talon himself loves to watch you sleep, he’ll have a very pleased smirk at his face as he sits at the edge of your bed and his fingers trace your jaw, his touch so soft you don’t feel it, he would smirk every time you moves closer to his touch, oh you know you’re his property, he’s happy with that. 

He’s not the kind to directly approaches you, but he’ll surely if you ever think about getting closer romanticly of another person, out of nowhere they’ll start coughing blood and grab they stomach, the deep blade cut makes they fall dead right in front of you, Talon behind with a not amused expression. “Are you toying with me, Y/N? You’re mine already, I demand loyalty.” He hisses as he steps closer, gripping your face, you had no idea about him until that very moment, but how you learned it the hardest way. 

[popawritter12]

I will be shameless to ask for a Yandere Talon x reader, but is it okay if it's themed as Primal Ambush? I haven't read any skinline fictions regarding that skin, so I'll love to read one especially if it's coming from you!

Please take your time in creating the fiction~🩵 Take care always, thank you!

Author's Notes: Because you didn't specify the gender of the reader, I'll make it female for a reason you'll see now.

ALSO, thank you for the request, i always wanted to make a one-shot for this skin! I hope you liked the result ;)

Yandere! Primal Ambush! Talon x reader

Yandere character: Talon Du Couteau

From the videogame/serie/movie/manga/anime: League of Legends (Primal Ambush lines of skins)

Case: Murder, implied death of a relative of the reader, blood, aggression, a certain comfort for the reader.

Part: 1 of 1

Finished: Yes

You still have that bitter memory of the forest when you first traveled alone; the smell of dry plants, the noise of nearby animals walking everywhere, the sunlight peeking through the leaves of the trees, a feeling that reminded you of the first times you traveled with your parents, before they left. your life. From the lake where the smallest children fought out of mere instinct and pure fun, to the areas less surrounded by trees, where mothers and fathers came together for the coexistence of their neighbors, seeking to keep their others alive. The noise generated by the leaves colliding with the wind was something that resonated in your mind, something that ended up detaching you from the world, and mainly, from the image in front of you.

The blood gurgling from the barely alive body near that man, near that monster. The corpse abandoned by the soul that required a decent place to rest, at the same time that the bugs were interested in the intense smell of fresh blood escaping from the largest wound, which had crossed the chest of the dead woman, showing an almost perforation. perfect of his lung.

Next to her, a man with blonde ears accompanied by a mischievous smile across a face full of marks and wounds from the recent battle; scars, both superficial and those that manage to show drops of blood in the middle of his face and skin, and soft and constant gasps escaped the man's lips, satisfied, his blonde tail adorned with brown locks everywhere moved constantly, showing the obvious satiated feeling of bloodlust. The crown in his hands was finally object for him to move between his fingers, and it wasn't until he simply widened it to his waist that he simply looked at you again, his yellowish eyes, which reminded you of the predator he embodied, followed your path. body, and especially, your eyes. You still sob as he stays close to you, taking quick steps but that you could barely hear.

Dragging your hands backwards, trying to push yourself to drag your body backwards. But he managed to position himself right in front of you, taking your shoulders with his hands.

It was surprising to you that his claws didn't hurt you. He seemed to take you gently, and a proud smile appeared on his face, as if he were bragging that he had done it, that he had finally gotten rid of the only woman that separated the two of them from each other.

—How cute… —He whispered, his rough voice sounding extremely playful against you, bringing your face closer to his.

—No! Get out of me!.

Your foreheads collided, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when you tried to move away from him, his grip on your shoulders tightened. But it wasn't what you expected; Normally, a person would grab in the sense of “I won't let you escape,” but he just grabbed you like he was playing with a small animal, with someone so small that it was terrifying, and it sounded like “I'd have fun if you tried to escape.”

—Why don't you understand that you can't escape? —He questioned you, noticing how you continued to struggle with him.

—I don't want you around, I don't want to be close to a monster like you. —You attacked, trying to get away, your shoulders trying to break free of his grip.

He stayed silent, but he just trailed his hands to your forearms, giving gentle caresses with his palms and the top of his fingers.

—Your sister also murdered people. —He mentions out of nowhere, his eyes half opening.

—But it didn't give you the right to kill her. —You responded, before trying to continue struggling, avoiding eye contact with him.

—Right or not, it is no longer important. —He mentions, removing his focus on death, to place his face on your cheek, his breath hitting your skin.

—No! Get away! —You complain, moving your face away from his, but he wasn't going to let you escape that easy.

—You look so pretty, so soft, so… —He begins, at the same time that you can hear him gently smell the fragrance of your loose hair —…, so different from her.

—Don't think that this will stay like this —A growl escapes you, your tail moving across the ground, from side to side slowly but steadily —, you will pay for this.

—Of course it won't be like that —he replied, moving his face away from the free space on your neck —, I made sure everything is going to be better.

A slight approach and a grip on each of your forearms emphasizes the weakness you have beneath him.

—You don't remember me, and maybe you never will, but you are the reason I do this.

He rubbed his face against the back of your neck, now pressing his cheek against your neck, with the free skin you can feel the marks on his face, and without expecting it, you hear him purr, rubbing his face against your neck.

—Get out! —You scream, anger escaping your lungs—, I don't want you near me!

Even though you tried to squirm, Talon always found a way to make you understand your lack of power, and in this case, a simple lock in the center of your elbows reminded you of his control over your body.

One movement, and your arms will no longer be useful.

—I'm glad you're understanding —He purrs again, bumping his face against your bare shoulder —, I'm so glad.

You can see how his whitish tail moves at a certain height, showing how pleased he was, and the calm that was in his body and mind.

—Why are you doing this? —You ask, looking Talon in the eyes directly.

He doesn't separate his face from your body, but his tail remains still, as if waiting to know how to answer you, and he took a while to do so.

—So many years have passed…. And you don't remember—He separated his face from your neck—, (Name), have you ever met a child, only 7 or 9 years old, who you give him some food?

You blinked several times, before gasping in surprise.

You still remember his torn clothes, stains on his whitish skin and on his clothes, a gaze fixed on you while in his hand his barely sharpened claws threatened to severely damage you.

In your hands was that piece of food, that whole bread that looked so desirable to the eye.

And you were only 7.

“Oh, are you hungry?” you asked at the time.

He seemed to understand that you were speaking to him, since your language was barely understandable due to your lack of speech training.

But his shoulders tensed more as you approached him, soft and gentle steps of yours approaching him, before taking both edges of the bread, breaking the food in half.

With your hand, you extended the slightly larger piece, offering the little one a meal for his hungry gaze.

He attacked quickly, aggressively taking the piece of bread. In the process, one of his nails ran across your wrist, damaging part of your skin, exposing your flesh and leaving blood stains emerging from the open marks. A gentle but extremely painful burning spread across your wrist, and you quickly dropped the other piece of bread, moving away from it.

“I just wanted to give you food! Evil!" You sobbed, before running away from the place.

You returned home, and your sister, at 10 years old, only scolded you, bandaging your wound and warning you not to be nice to others again.

“Don't ever touch or even get close to that kid again, okay?” She scolds you, on one of her hands your wounded wrist, small blood stains on her hands.

You tried to answer “yes,” but between sobs, she didn't understand what you were saying, so she told you that it was okay if you just nodded.

You never saw the boy again, or at least not in sight, when a handful of days later, you had the misfortune of finding a piece of bread on your bed.

There was no note, nor any sign that he had been there, just the piece of bread, with the smell of earth that emanated from that boy.

For several days you smelled how his scent lingered in the air of your room, but you never did anything about it, you never knew why, but in your little girl mind, you just dedicated a long letter to him about how you felt about his treatment and that you were going to feed him if he apologized to you.

Sivir refused to let you give her the letter, and secured your window and door with several bolts, hoping that would stop the bold boy. She even stood guard for several nights in your room.

But her smell remained there, always in the air, and that frustrated her.

As for the note, you had hidden it in your room, and it wasn't until you saw it again that you thought he had read it, and that he had accepted the deal.

You waited up many nights, trying to catch him red-handed, and make him apologize to you, but Talon always were outsmarted you.

You always woke up covered in sheets —even if you are not covered the last nights— and once you found a whole loaf next to your bed. And you assumed it was his way of asking for forgiveness.

For the next two years, you left him food hidden in your room, which he always found, but Sivir was never able to find.

Although, one day, you heard a commotion in the living room. As you peeked your head out, you noticed a large scar on Sivir's face, a scar that covered part of her face, one too large to be hidden.

At only 12 years old, Sivir approached you, a lock of blonde hair stained with blood in her hand, forcing you to take it in your hands.

“Don't welcome that savage back into our home again.” she threatened, grabbing the collar of the sleeping shirt you were wearing.

From that day on, your room didn't smell like dust anymore.

—I'm glad you remembered me, (Name) —A smile appeared on his face, before his tail moved again, now with more energy.

—No… you were that child… —You gasped, small tears forming in your eyes.

—It's okay… it's okay.…—He whispered, now wrapping his arms around your upper back. —.., I'm here, and I'm not going to let you go.

“But you… you died that day,” you sobbed, your words barely understandable.

—I Die that day? —He laughs abruptly, before placing a soft kiss on your neck—. To tell the truth, Sivir was closer to dying that day.

Another kiss was placed on your neck, playfully.

—B-but…

—I didn't kill her at that time because I thought that no one could support you until you managed to take care of her on your own—He excused himself—, but now that I think about it, I should have killed her and pretended that it was someone else.

—Really… it's you —you gasped softly, one of your hands going to the back of his neck, before touching his hair. —, it's really you.

—Yes, (Name), yes… here I am, and I won't leave you… —A grip on his neck interrupted him.

An arm went around Talon's neck, pulling his head back. A stain of blood marks Talon's blonde hair, and the rapid breathing of the still alive woman can be heard.

—Shit. —He gasped harshly, trying to pry her arms away from his back.

You stopped short of trying to do something, she pierced Talon's cheek with a small blade.

—I won't let you have (Name)! —The woman screamed, coughing violently, large stains of blood escaping from her lips —, she doesn't belong to you!

She pulled the blade from his cheek, before aiming it straight at his chest, focusing the tilt of the weapon directly on Talon's chest. But one of Talon's elbows fits just right to collide with her chest, crashing into her lung already damaged by her open wound.

—Shit! —She gasped, before the weapon slipped from her hands.

The blade fell slowly, and you could have grabbed it, you could take the weapon with one hand and thus touch the edge of the blade to Talon's heart, pierce his heart and thus finally end this story.

But your slowness did not allow you to even move one of your hands, and the blade fell to the ground, right in front of you, but your hands did not move, nor did your body.

—No! (Name)…! —Sivir gasped, but another elbow, now in her face, finally manages to finish knocking the woman's body down.

Her white hair moved with the wind, before landing against the dusty ground. Her face slammed into the ground, and her mind gave up. Even if she tried to move her body, the blood and force with which she was hit did not leave her.

It was only seconds when he lunged at her, his blood-stained hands clinging to the skin around her neck, the strength of his grip causing her to gasp sharply.

—No! let her go! —You screamed, panting and jumping against him.

But he didn't even deign to move, he only tightened his grip on her, causing Sivir, almost literally, to finally abandon her sister, and leave her under the control of the monster.

Several minutes passed until he felt that cold between his hands, panting heavily, he finally let her go.

—She seriously wasn't going to give up —he growled, before finally gasping softly. —, and finally she won't bother anymore…

The tears on your face only caused you to barely move, and he just wrapped his arms around your body. With a soft kiss on your cheek, he purred again, soft and gentle.

—Now I can have you to myself, without anyone else in the way. —He smiled brightly, before licking your cheek.

His scratchy tongue sent shivers on your skin, and although it's passage over your skin was short, it generated a lot of discomfort in your body.

And it was a simple memory, a simple mark that generates chills on your skin, that reminded you of your new place in the world, and in your life. That pride that was being part of the family of someone as strong as Sivir finally had to leave your mind and soul, and you had to get it into your head, very strongly, that you were no longer that proud (Name) of her sister and that was the angel who supported and defended her sister until the end, otherwise, a simple victim of the hunter who with so much fervor marked this world in such a way that everything was going to change, and you couldn't think if it was for better or worse.

Yeah, I KNOW THAT TALON DOESN'T HAVE A TAIL OR HIS TONGUE ISN'T LOOK LIKE THE CAT ONES, BUT IS MY HEADCANON LEAVE ME ALONE 😭😭😭

[popawritter12]

Yandere! Talon Du Couteau headcanons

"More than 100 headcanons"

THERE ARE MY BABY'S HEADCANONS <3<3<3

Probabilities that your loved ones will be killed.

Medium high.

Do not doubt that he is entirely capable of investigating your family or friends simply to have useful information. Considering that he is someone who already has vast experience in investigating people, do not doubt that he is capable of staying up late on several nights just to find out who should “mysteriously disappear” and who should not.

First impressions

Suppose he met you because you came to know his father or his family. He initially ignored you; He wasn't surprised by your presence in his life.

But, then you became interested in getting along with him; It doesn't matter if it's because you wanted a good diplomatic relationship with his family in general or because of a superficial interest in him.

You were the first person outside of his adoptive family to treat him genuinely well; but he tried to get away from you.

(Curious that later it is the other way around)

Fall in love

Even with his insistence that he wasn't interested in you, he ended up being somewhat curious about you.

They slowly began to talk like acquaintances, you were surprisingly kind to him, and more than once you invited him to spend time together.

And he… felt good knowing that he could trust you.

The closer they became, he slowly developed a simple crush. He seems comfortable around you, usually wanting you both to be alone so you can talk or spend time together, and he often lowers his hood when you are both together in a private place.

His family didn't usually involve much in the relationship between the two of you, in fact they cared very little (or at least in these first steps).

Beginning of "Yanderism"

Time passes, and the two become very close. He tells you about the problems he has with his family or his job, and he likes to listen to you when you talk about yours.

He's the kind of person who doesn't realize when or how he fell in love with someone, so… it's the same with Yanderism.

He himself realized late that he wanted something more than just friendship. He tried to repress what he felt, but that feeling took over his entire mind 24 hours a day, which ended up irritating him. One way or another, he ends up confessing, however, when he decides to take the risk, there are two options;

-You accept it: because he is not yet 100% a Yandere, the relationship progresses slowly, just as he slowly develops that obsession with you. In this case, Talon's obsession grows slowly.

-You reject him: Whether for any reason, you end up asking to be just friends. In this case the obsession progresses up to 80% faster than the previous case.

First murder or Yandere act.

In the first case, the only Yandere acts would be following or excessively investigating your family or friends (Something frighteningly common in relationships with Yanderes).

In the second case, it is like the above, but add several things, among them are; murdering your family or friends (especially those who have influence over you), entering your house without your permission (I bet at one point he gets tired of picking the lock and ends up making his own copy of your keys) and a couple of lies that he gives to you.

Relationship or kidnapping

In the first case, he will never end up kidnapping you, unless you discover the research he did on the people around you.

In the second case, he is a little more prone to kidnapping, in fact, if you find out what he did with your family or friends, you will end up in the most obvious way possible.

(Or even if you don't find out, he is capable of resorting to kidnapping anyway)

In case of kidnapping, where would he take you?

A place away from his house, usually in a place particularly located far from the stronghold (or from the Noxian champions in general), of course unless his father finds out, and he gives him the free pass to take you to his home.

Coexistence

In the first case, it is moderately good.

He's not very talkative in public, but with you it's quite different. He talks a lot and can sometimes make you laugh because of the things he tells you.

In the second case, he would be, at least, someone who is quite strict about your behavior.

He doesn't implement the punishment system, he just wants you to get used to being with him, and no, he doesn't usually force you into a sexual act or something similar. The closest thing would be a kiss on the cheek.

(Let him give you a little kiss, even if it's just that, the poor guy suffered a lot and only wants love: c)

Marriage and family.

He is not that interested in marriage, but if it suits your family's diplomatic relations, he would agree. Or ask yourself.

And as for the family… he tends to be measured when he thinks about them, but he usually avoids talking about certain things that he knows about them (Don't ask him, it's better not to cause another disappearance)

And, to add, his family would be quite surprised to know that he got a partner, but Katarina especially would feel happy, thinking that he would be more human by having someone to love.

That is, until she finds out the things he did.

Then those two will have a little talk.

↘If possible, children?

He usually has some fear, even if he doesn't admit it.

He never had a family, in fact he barely has any friends outside of his family, so he is somewhat afraid of starting a family with you.

Or at least at the beginning, when he gets over it I'm sure he'll want to have several (I don't know the specific amount, he'll leave it to his imagination)

Bad ending.

Suppose that apart from the kidnapping, you end up finding out what he did to your family and friends, which ends in a pretty heated argument.

Screams, crying, etc, etc… Many things happened the day or night you found out.

And the more the situation escalated, he lost control of you, and what he talked about (And he hated that happening).

He didn't even know how or why he did it, but he ended up either scaring you or punching you.

In both cases he regrets it almost instantly. He hated that you were afraid, especially of him, but the blow only makes the situation worse.

When he realized what he did, he looked at the wound he gave you, and the hand with which he had hit you.

(And that's his breaking point)

You tried to get away from him, but he soon ended up cornering you, after all he locked you in a room that you couldn't escape from.

Even with screams or hits on your part, he just ended up hugging you, holding his hands on your waist while he pressed his head into the skin of your neck and shoulder.

You hear a small sob, and he doesn't let go no matter how much you try to do something. His skin might be bleeding from the wounds you gave him, but he doesn't let go of you.

You barely shut up, he just whispered a few apologies. Over and over again, he apologizes to you, admitting the hurt he did to you. His broken voice accompanied by his words only showed regret, and he clung to you, because he couldn't help it, even with all the regret in the world, it was very difficult for him to let go of you.

And before releasing you, he whispered;

“I know you hate me, you detest me for what I did to you, or you even want me dead. But I can't help but want to be with you; You provoked something deep inside me, something that I cannot change no matter how hard I try… and I'm sorry." He takes some breath, ragged from crying. “I’m sorry for loving you so much, but this is the only thing I can do to feel human…” his grip tightens around you, “I can’t let you go, and even with all this, I just want to hug you and be with you… even against your will.” He stays silent, and ends up moving his head away from your neck, before bringing his face closer to your cheek. “I love you, (Name), I'm sorry for everything… But it's not going to change anything.” And he closes his dark words with a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Reasons to be Yandere.

-He never felt loved, let's say, until Marcus took him off the street, he was alone, and we are even told in the comic that he is willing to do EVERYTHING so that his father continues to love him, even if that means being a weapon. All of this can become worse if he falls in love with someone.

-His entire current life revolves around being a professional mercenary and assassin, it is inevitable that what he has learned will end up being applied to someone he loves simply to “protect” him.

-Let's agree that he lives in NOXUS, a nation where they are too violent, and he has experienced that violence since he was a child. He doesn't want you to suffer because of it too.

Additional data.

-He is very clumsy at expressing his feelings, especially when it comes to you or his actions.

-It is very difficult to reach a “breaking point” with him, the only way for the bad ending to happen is if approximately 5-6 months have passed where you treated him terribly badly even when he was kidnapped and you have denied him any sign of affection , and then yell at him for what he did to the people you loved.

-In both cases, if you end up giving him even a few cuddles, he sticks to you like a limpet. He can't get enough of you.

-In the case of the relationship, he usually gives you gifts that you like simply for pleasure (It's absolutely not because he is thinking about you almost all day).

-Katarina is the one who cares about you the most; When she found out about what you were going through with Talon (Speaking of both cases), she scolds his brother or tells him how to do things correctly, and although he refuses to take it into account, sooner or later he ends up applying it to see if he earns your keen.

-Marcus cares little to nothing about you, or at least until you start to affect Talon's performance as an assassin (This is if he finds out about the murders or the time he spent investigating you or your family), he would be the one who would agree with Talon kidnapping you, for the simple fact that he that he prefers to avoid the sentimental problems that his son has.

-Soriana and Cassiopeia don't give a shit what Talon does with you.

-Talon is the cold type of Yandere, he doesn't know how to express himself or tell you how much he loves you, so it's hard to decipher what he really thinks.

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Can I request this yandere blood moon talon headcanons with male reader.

Yandere! Blood moon Talon x Male! reader

Author's Note: ANOTHER YANDERE TALON ENJOYER?! HELL YEAH

Also, I didn't find much information about Talon's lore in Blood Moon, I hope this is in line with what anon imagined how this Yandere would be like

Probabilities that your loved ones will be killed.

This son of a bitch would kill them just for the hell of it, seriously. And let's just say it doesn't help much that he's a cultist.

We are talking about someone who, based on the little information we were given about him, enjoys killing and making his victims suffer before murdering them, so it is not difficult to believe that he would kill your loved ones just for the fun of it.

A solid 90%

First impressions

You were a man in your 20s, you grew up in a family that was made up of “demon defenders.” They were not especially strong, but they had a lot of information on hand about what it was like to defend themselves against demons, cultists, and hide or flee in case a deity from the moon appeared.

Your parents, grandparents, and many of your acquaintances died because of the blood moon and its cultists, but you managed to give a good life to your younger siblings.

More than once you encountered cultists, and even once you had the misfortune of crossing paths with a demon, but you managed to survive, even with all the scars or damage, you were willing to fight.

And when you met Talon, he saw that steadfastness in you, that determination to defend those you loved. And although he was already used to seeing his victims be strong and firm, only to then bend and beg when they realized that their lives were about to end, you were not like that.

He had met several of your family members, and among all the cultists, he was the one who enjoyed killing them the most, so many assumed that he would do the same with you.

Fall in love

After you fought for your life and were willing to face death, he simply noticed that it would not be easy for him to kill you, so he only wanted to enjoy making you suffer, trying to harm your brothers or bring you to the brink of death, but In your eyes there was always that shine, that radiance that emanated from the depths of your soul that forced you to continue fighting.

He stops fighting with you, leaves you alone and walks away from the place, regardless of where they are, at that point he wanted to seriously think about what to do with you; He didn't want to kill you, but he didn't want to leave you alive either.

After a while, he returned, but not to fight. When you threatened him to get out of where you were, he only offered to join the blood moon cult.

He explained to you how much it would benefit him to have powers and another reason for existing other than surviving day to day, that you could find new opportunities if you gave the cult a chance.

But you only wrinkled your face, your eyes filled with a hatred that he had never seen in his life; Not only did you refuse, you told him with absolute solidity that if he didn't get away from you, you weren't going to leave him alone until he was dead.

That determination, that pure hatred and the firmness that you showed in your conviction to stay alive ended up “charming” him, so to speak. And he became obsessed with the idea of breaking that fighting spirit that you had forged with so much strength.

Beginning of "Yanderism"

He tried not to, but it was inevitable for him to start stalking you. In his eyes, any other cultist or demon would want to take you at the slightest opportunity, which is why he didn't want someone else to steal his victim or anything related to him.

If there's one thing good about him, it's that he'd rather kill some other cultist than have harmed you in some way; You were someone who was only going to die at his hands, and no one else's.

By the way, you noticed that he was stalking you because your brothers mention you when they hear him nearby; You find it somewhere between annoying and intriguing, but you assumed that Talon just wanted to make you suffer, resorting to stalking just to make you lose your mind, but you weren't going to give in that easily.

And in fact, more than once other cultists tried to kill you, but after defending yourself against them just once, you never see them again. (Don't ask him about them)

First murder or Yandere act.

Short of murdering ANY other cultist who tries to harm you, he would start letting you see him, both inside and outside your home.

Your brothers, out of mere curiosity, began to approach him; It was very strange to them that there is a cultist or someone closely related to the cult of the blood moon who is so… “kind” to not kill them as soon as he sees them.

You tried to keep them from walking away from him, but sooner or later they end up talking to him or interacting in any other way. Talon doesn't seem very interested in meeting them, but seeing that he can be a means to get to you… he uses them so that he can be close to you.

You keep your distance from him, trying to avoid physical contact due to obvious reasons, but inevitably he ends up making physical contact with you.

And for the first time in his life, he feels the need to touch you all the time, usually he touches your face or your hands or arms while you sleep (because you don't let him touch you), although in his mind he wished he could take more of your skin.

Relationship or kidnapping

An extremely strange relationship.

You hate him, but you slowly develop some appreciation for him because he keeps you safe, even though you try to keep your distance from him. And he, although he wishes to kill you or break your spirit, ends up gaining a sick affection for your presence, one such that he slowly consumes him, that forces him to be more sadistic towards those who try to harm you.

Although, since I like to cause you problems, I'm going to suggest something.

You met another man who proved to be trustworthy; He was a childhood friend who managed to survive cultists and other people. It was not a romantic relationship, it was more of a relationship of close friends who trusted each other with their lives and vice versa.

Initially Talon was not hostile, but eventually, he became upset seeing how this friend interfered with your relationship with him. After he meets this friend, you start to notice Talon's presence showing up in other ways.

Your brothers tell you how irritated he seems lately, and he even started killing more in order to release some of his anger.

Should you start worrying?

In case of kidnapping, where would he take you?

(This will come later)

Coexistence

It's very rare.

Talon is not very expressive with his emotions, but he is insistent on the idea that you join the cult (We could say it like Akaza does with Kyojuro). And regardless of whether you want to or not, he insists, over and over again… even when you ask him to stop asking you that, he will still do it after a few weeks.

Marriage and family

Marriage? I don't think he can, mostly because he's a cultist and the cult he follows doesn't explain how marriage works, so we can assume that either it won't happen or there will be some weird ceremony.

And well, if your family and friends aren't all dead before you met him, then he'll kill them (in secret, and pretend another cultist or demon did it).

↘If possible, children?

….

I have no information on how it will work, but in a case that they can resort to adoption (or there is some weird magical cult thing about it or any other reason) he may end up wanting in case of the bad ending. In this case, no.

Bad ending

This is going to be long…

After a long time, the anger that he presses inside of him ends up consuming him, and he kills your best friend, your only mental support in a life where you lost all the things you could lose, but this time was different.

The other times I could hide his murders with pointing out some other cultist as guilty, but this time he didn't feel that need to lie.

She barely killed him, took his corpse, before bringing him before you, and dumping him in front of your eyes, even bleeding out in front of you.

The anger consumed you, grabbing the weapon you had at hand so you could confront him and finish this story off once and for all.

The fight you two had lasted a long time, and there was a big difference between him and you; He could fight for hours due to the powers that being a cultist gave him, unlike your human body, made of flesh and blood.

Even badly injured or on the verge of death, that spark of anger was still stuck in your eyes, that raw touch of hatred that turned you into a human monster.

And he realized that he couldn't let you die. He had mentally prepared himself to be able to kill you, but he couldn't do it… his obsession didn't let him finish passing the blade through your chest to stab your heart.

He made the decision to take you away, take you to a place that not even the cultists or the demons themselves could know where it was located… He knocked you unconscious after fighting you, and took you to an abandoned temple that only he knew its exact location.

He locked you in a dusty room, with chains on your wrists and no possibility of escape… It was even unique the feeling he developed because of how you looked struggling against your bonds.

He knew that he couldn't break you, couldn't break your spirit through physical torture or words, so he had to resort to other options to break your mind in such a way that you wouldn't escape from him anymore.

I won't say more because it would make it longer, but yes, it's exactly what you think.

Reasons to be a Yandere:

-While he loves killing and reducing other people's lives to nothing and watching the life leave their bodies as they beg for mercy, having someone who fights so fervently against him without subjecting his mind to begging and asking for mercy is something… unique, especially coming from a family that had already seen how fighters they were against the cult.

-Before, he was a human, one who also fought hard against people he couldn't beat, so it gives him a certain nostalgia to see you fight against him.

Extra data:

-Your brothers noticed how obsessed he was with you, but they only mentioned it as jokes or recommendations for you. Let's say that a cultist who has already killed in your name and who just wants to be close to you could be a great ally to have a slightly calmer life, or at least that's their reasoning.

-Your best friend, before he died, crossed paths with Talon more than once, and tried to talk to him to try to find out how true it was that he wasn't trying to kill you, but let's say that Talon doesn't like him very much.

-After the kidnapping, your brothers searched for you all over the world, but they never found you, in their last desperate attempts, they tried to turn to another cultist or demon for help regarding finding their brother, what happens next I leave it to your imagination.

-If you are someone tall and robust, he likes to fight with you more due to the level of fight you could give him.

-Otherwise, if you are smaller but maintain physical strength, he tends to become more obsessed with physical contact with you.

-In the kidnapping, Talon knows that you must feed yourself, but he usually steals food from other humans so he doesn't have to cook, or at least until, after you get used to being there and have accepted him as your destined mate, he leaves you that you cook for yourself.

-If you want to know how long it will be before you see him without a mask, I can estimate that in a total of 3-4 weeks from when he starts stalking you more explicitly you see him without the mask.

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Yandere! Talon x Reader part 2

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Author's notes: Maybe i'm late? Yeah, but that not gonna stop me from giving my boy the second part of the one-shot of the last year!!

Also, im sorry for dissapear. But that gonna change from this moment, since i started to be interesed now in... some new Yandere things.

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Yandere character: Talon Du Couteau

From the videogame/manga/movie/serie/book: League of Legends

Warnings: Comfort, and mention of previous kidnapping.

Part 2 of 2

Part 1 here! (im gonna rewrite this thing one day, but not today)

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The red scarf is still on my neck, with a shadow of pain trapped within it, the soft fabric against my poorly cared for skin, and with a feeling of ambiguity as I try to go back to sleep. The sheets are still warm, with a woolly texture but sensitive to each caress, they reminded me of mom, of home, of my little brother, Ah, my sweet little brother, with his round face similar to mine in small features, with eyes of different colors, beautiful, with a pinch of serenity so characteristic of his pure soul that is capable of softening any heart.

My little brother is different from him, he is tender, kind, and very talkative, he is so talkative that it is impossible for him to close his mouth; If he was with my mom, he would talk non-stop to my mom, if he was with dad the same, if he was with me too, even when we left him alone he would talk to himself, at first we thought it was an imaginary friend, and the fact that he laughed alone during the nights only fed the idea that this imaginary friend was annoying, and even incredibly stupid for the whole family to think that a 10-year-old boy was capable of having a simple imaginary friend.

Although, going back to the scarf, I found it strange to think that he knew perfectly why I longed for a red scarf so much. I don't remember a moment in which I have mentioned it to him, or given him a clue about it, I don't even remember who I have mentioned it to in my entire life.

And despite my doubts, I feel happy, and I don't intend to complain about the gift on my neck, and much less about his head resting on my lap, his closed eyes and his regular breathing are just an absolute sign of calm for me. It was like feeling like he was weak under me, and despite knowing that wasn't the reality, it was a feeling that I found nostalgic in a certain way.

—Did you like the scarf? —he asked, without moving from my lap.

I barely had time to react, since at the same time that one of my hands tenderly touched his hair, taking each strand with extreme delicacy and tenderness and remembering that this was still my reality, he felt the need to ask again.

At the second question, I was slow to react again, and he lifted his head very lightly, resting his cheek again on my leg once his face turned so that I could meet his gaze with mine. His amber eye colors, accompanied by his poorly cared for skin but so soft to the sight and touch reminded me of the first night in which I genuinely felt safe with him, and I began to, somehow, feel that interest in him.

But his gaze was different,

—What's wrong? —I asked.

—You didn't answer me —he complained.

—About what?

I could see in his eyes a look of caprice, of a certain discontent at seeing me so distracted, I assumed that he thought I was ignoring him on purpose, and even though it was half true, it was impossible for me not to want to see that look of a capricious child whose friend doesn't give him the attention he wants.

That's how he was now, he was since last year, since that day, and the memory of how he saw me like that for the first time resonates in my mind; the way his face contorted into one of saved words, of selfish feelings repressed by his own stubbornness, and even the way he denied again and again that he wanted to tell me something, or confess something to me.

—Did you like it? —he asked me for the third time.

The shine in the amber that stood out in the shape of his face always hidden by his hair or that hood stands out for its unique shape; That way his face tried to appear more accessible emotionally, even if we both knew well how much it cost him to be honest at this level. It was irresistible to think that he really was just a child with me; wanting to know more, asking and trying his best to show interest.

—Are you talking about the scarf or about you? —I asked, in a playfull way.

He, almost immediately, apart from being surprised by the deviation of the subject, just buries his face in my legs once again. At this, I laughed, feeling how he tried to press his face against my legs, as if he really found the question humiliating.

—Sometimes it is impossible for me not to think that you kidnapped me. —I mentioned, before caressing his hair again.

He didn't move, but his face stopped pressing so hard against my skin. It seemed that the mention of that fact really made him remember the bad time we had gone through in the first months. But, the fact that I remember it is even funny to me in a way, as if the change of roles had really been important after last year.

—I'm sorry.

Hearing his voice pronounce those words so slowly, at the same time the silence seemed uncomfortable seconds after that apology.

—It's okay —I answered—, although I can't really consider it kidnapping since you left me back home after that night, right?

It seemed to have turned on that idea that was on him, as his body rose after those words, and as he sat back down on the matrimonial bed, his gaze seemed dull, genuinely thoughtful after such a confession.

—Sometimes I think… —he begins, his gaze fixed on the sheet —…, that you shouldn’t be here.

I stayed silent for a few seconds, I tried not to mention anything, nor feed that growing fear in him, that fear that I discovered so recently that it seems incomprehensible in many ways to me.

—At first, I thought that if I kept you captive here, you would be scared for a few months, and then you would accept that you would never see anyone else but me again, —he continued—, but… that night, when you worried about the wound in my eye, when you took my face in your hands and saw me with that worried expression, I could feel that something was wrong.

His gaze returned to me, and I could see that the serenity and seriousness that was always so well formed in him was breaking into small but visible pieces, before he continued.

—I thought everything would be fine, after all, i always hear that it was a form of courtship throughout the nation, —he said, embarrassed, scratching a part of his neck with his hand, —but, that night, I remembered the times I heard you cry, the moments when you begged me to go to your house to see your brother…

I knew where he wanted to go, so I had no choice but to crawl onto the bed with some speed. At the same time that his words escaped from his mouth with a desperation never seen before, and his face seemed to show the most miserable facet in its most human moment, I risked taking his hand. I wrapped my fingers around his, not letting him have the chance to escape.

—And… I felt so… miserable —he gasped, almost trying to swallow his own words—, that I only wanted to give you back everything I had taken from you.

With his free hand he used his hair to hide the half of his face that I couldn't see. I knew that slowly this was going to be a human agony for him, so I could only move my free hand, so I could touch his face once more.

With the shadow given by the sunset, accompanied by his hair, he could hide his feelings, his tears, his everything from the world, but for me, even just by seeing his actions or listening to his voice, I knew what was happening behind that very non-human seriousness of him.

I touched his face, gently caressing his skin, my fingers gently touching his closest cheek, before I went to the side hidden by the shadow of his face. He did nothing to prevent it, and after a few seconds, I could only feel how the tips of my fingers became wet when touching the scar.

—This is wrong.

—No, it's not.

My middle and index fingers brushed the edge of his eye, before dipping his face into the contour of my palm. He seemed to seek comfort in such a small and unsubtle touch. And even with his attempt to apologize or ask me to move away, I could only feel his hand press against the back of mine, and before he could move away or continue speaking, my lips collided with the skin of his cheek, and at the same time I could feel his breathing subtly cut off, I had to push his body over mine, letting me wrap my arms against his back.

The heat of his body, along with his face on my shoulder, and his arms being unable to surround my body, I only thought about how long he thought those things, and despite not being wrong, I could only feel a certain relief that his humanity seemed to become more and more visible with me.

He tried to stammer something, to tell some murmur or fear, or to intone other apologies, but he only found that my arms refused to let go, and my ears were focused on listening to every word that could become so heavy for him that it would lead him to this, but he just let himself be enveloped, letting his soul have a little comfort.

—Talon. —I called him.

There was no answer at the moment, so I assumed that he was aware of what I told him, but that he was too saturated to be able to give me an answer.

—I liked the scarf —I answered his first question —, but I will always like you more."

I know it's strange for him to feel how a living human body stays so attached to his in a protective way, as if he were not able to defend himself, or to support himself —and in fact this is one of the few exceptions to that strangeness— but it's impossible for me not to notice how inexperienced he is in feeling so human, in feeling so safe as to be able to let himself be taken in my arms and let all his excessively perfectionist thoughts in many aspects of his life go out like a candle flame against the wind, but, even with that insecurity, or that lack of humanity that we go through day by day, I can feel that his soul, at least for this afternoon full of uncertainties, can take a break from being a weapon, from being a tool to hope to be used, to be a murderer, to be a Du Couteau, and mainly, to be the blade's shadow.

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[popawritter12]

¡Yandere! Talon Du Couteau x reader

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: Talon Du Couteau

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞/𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚/𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐕 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: League of Legends

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞: Possible Stockholm Syndrome, NSFW.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭:1 of 1

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: TODAY MY BABY'S BIRTHDAY. What better way to celebrate than to give him two chapters of his fanfic and a one shot?

ᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟ

Several hours had passed... I could feel my fingers uncomfortable every time they come into contact with something, but I still resist it. Even with my eyes almost on the verge of not opening when I blinked, it almost drove me crazy.

I don't know why the fuck I do this in the first place.

In fact, will he even make it? I mean, his missions always take several days or even weeks, what the hell am I supposed to do if he doesn't show up?

I'll start wondering that if this idiot takes time. Maybe eating some of my artwork doesn't sound so bad.

Although there were traces of cream all over the walls, many dirty utensils on the kitchen sink, she tried to make everything as perfect as possible. Everything was a mess, so I hoped that at least he would take me for a walk in the city or in the woods.

And actually, even the chains between my ankles made me want to kick his fucking leg or something...

My brow furrows significantly, before wiping away some of the cream that had stuck to my cheek.

After a few seconds, I realize that... I'm horrible in the kitchen.

Although, well... maybe he'll be happy about the little gift. Or maybe both gifts. I say, I don't know. If I calculate correctly, I am already a year old, so the mere idea of ... doing this is difficult for me.

I wish I wasn't such a pushover, I wish I hadn't agreed to give this guy this gift.

"(Name), I know it's a lot to ask, but... could you do me one last favor?"

That woman will condemn me --- Or rather, she already condemned me --- to a life of disgrace and fear. Even though we've spent so many years being such good friends, I feel like the dynamism of our relationship was manipulated like paper by a third party. But I guess I digress.

I sigh at the idea, or rather the fact. My fingers get stiff, they almost seemed to want to die from so much effort, and if I'm not judging them, we've been like this all afternoon.

"That's it... I'm almost done" I mentally say, snapping my fingers as gently as possible.

And actually, I have no idea if this fruit makes a good decoration. Even if Kata repeated to me how delicious strawberries are and the positive things they bring with them, I slowly understand that... maybe I'm not good at understanding psychology either.

Although, I didn't totally disagree with her, the flavor they had thanks to her recent maturation helps a lot to convince me that I'm on the right track.

Although, now that I think about it... does Talon even like...?

An unwanted physical contact, in itself I did not expect it, but having him from one second to another with his arms around my abdomen sent a wrong idea of what he could have in mind.

"He's not that kind of person" I convinced myself, as I felt a strange rise in temperature on the surface of my shoulder.

---What are you doing? --- he questioned me, using his own damn tone that he always used.

The moment the last decorating fruit makes contact with the surface of the dessert, I feel my hands finally giving in to the sudden affective attack.

---You arrived... ---I mention, before taking my hands away from the dessert ---.., you arrived early.

His chin is located in the closest part of my neck, but it doesn't allow him to touch my face directly. I feel the tension in his grip, is he... nervous?

"You're squeezing me too tight," I say, the mere attempt to resist my nervous expression curling my lips into a smile.

He still does not speak, it seems that he is concentrating on several things; Or at least that's what I assume.

---T-Tell me, how was today..? --- I ask, bringing my gaze closer to his face, but trying to hide ---, or rather... this week.

---The door was open.

His voice sounds hoarse, more than usual. And yes, I understand that his voice sounds like that of a 40-year-old man, and I must admit that I even felt like a mouse under a fucking lion when he didn't have a good day or just gave vague answers.

---O-open...? --- I ask, approaching my hands to one of the kitchen counters. ---, how weird.

I feel his lungs inflate a bit, before I feel him pull away from me, along with a heavy sigh coming out of him. I feel my heart settle, along with a gasp of shock escaping me.

---Do you think someone entered the house at one point? --- I ask, leaving the towel on the table.

Even with the obvious attempt to do so even if it is to make a face to change his face --- impertinently serious normally ---, I see that he only tries to relax his mind at such moments.

---You know that I'll never get out of here, right? ---I mention, taking several steps towards him ---, I mean, this place is one of the most dangerous in Noxus, most likely I'll die if I go outside.

The silence appears again, in a certain way I am used to his silence, and in fact I have come to appreciate it when he is not around. Although the mere fact of having him there, standing, absolutely silent, made me... want to leave the place.

But, I can't go back now. Even if I want to, he'll just waste all my effort, and I won't stand for that.

---Talon, do you remember what day it is today...? ---I consult, advancing several steps.

I see that he doesn't say anything, he doesn't make any sound, he almost seems more like an entity than a human. An entity which tormented me whenever he could.

---Eh, Tal... ---My sentence cuts off in mid-sentence.

He turns around, slowly and almost without making a sound, he stays in front of me, I see him look down, those eyes... amber, that tend to make me realize that I will never leave his sight again, as if they were always there. aware of every move, every opportunity he might have to attack. I see that her face not only reflects absolutely nothing, but that, like almost every moment, she was covered by her hood, which gave her face more darkness, although she seems more like someone who has too many doubts, but is afraid to ask.

I take a breath, while I take a few steps closer to him. His shoulders tense; every day I feel that he seems more like an animal on the prowl.

I seek to take one of his hands, and my breathing gave the signal that I possibly knew in the situation he was in.

---Today... I thought I'd give a little more of myself to make you happy.. ---I mention, averting my gaze for a second ---.., although I know how uncomfortable this day is for you, I thought "Well, maybe we'll spend more time together" You know?

His gaze remains fixed on me, while he remained still. After a few seconds, I let out another sigh.

---But hey, I guess today wasn't your..

I feel his hands move from avoiding mine to climb up my back, his gloved fingers slipping through my shirt, before one of them gently ends behind my head, holding the roots of my hair without pressure.

He uses his arms to push me against his body, before his chin returns to your shoulder. I feel like his body, in a certain way, stops being so tense. I smile at this, before my hand goes to his hood.

I gently lower the garment that covered his head and partially his face, noting that he doesn't make a move at this.

There had been few times when he allowed himself to be touched in this way, and I must suppose that this is his way of thanking me, for which I simply accept this show of affection, placing one of my hands in his straight, smooth hair. short of him In a way, the sated curiosity of touching and manipulating his hair in this way relaxes me, almost as if I were more with my partner than with... No, wait.

My eyes widen to a certain degree, aware of what I am and have been doing all day.

No, this is not right. If I accept all of this, if I try to give him gifts and affection as if we were a nice married couple instead of the kidnapper-victim relationship. I see my hand, analyzing how he lovingly treated his hair, almost automatically.

No, I must stop, I must walk away and stop it, I must...

A soft contact on the surface of my neck stops me.

---Everything is fine... ---I hear him whisper ---, that's it.

Although it sounds more like he's trying to calm down himself, I can understand that in a certain way, he also has a hard time understanding his attitude, and partially mine.

---Uh, well... I guess...

Again I feel that contact on my neck. At this point, I feel my skin crawl and my body tense with the sensation.

He lifts his head, causing my hand to try to move away from his hair. Then, I notice that his gaze didn't meet mine, but my neck.

He must be as surprised as me. I feel as if my neck had been a kind of stain that clung to my skin, while I see his face, now completely.

His brownish skin, his eyes amber, now seeming duller than their normal glow of always alert. But, there was something that particularly caught my eye, to the point that it was what stood out the most about him since his arrival.

My hand goes quickly to his face, touching his cheek first. Then my thumb brushes across his face, almost as if his surprised expression had escaped my reaction.

I saw his lips part a little, and before he spoke, I automatically responded.

---What happened to your eye?! ---I exclaim, dismayed ---, it's... dry. Did they do something else to you...?

The scar came from a very small part of his socket at the top, and went all the way down to the beginning of his cheek. The irregular and very damaged parts of his skin give me the idea that it was not a very fine or refined the one they used to cause the wound.

---It hurts..? --- I ask, rather stupidly ---, I-I know he's already healed, but…shit, you're lucky you didn't go blind.

My thumb goes up his face, and he watches my hand, and my fingers mainly. He doesn't seem to have much of a problem with unwanted physical contact, or at least until my finger touched the edge of the scar.

He moved away from him, without making a sound, but he noticed that his brows were slightly furrowed.

---Talon, are you okay? Did the last mission go wrong? --- I ask over and over again, without any response from him.

It's not until a few seconds later that he leaves the kitchen, and I chase after him, footsteps echoing in my slippers.

---Why you say nothing? Is there anything I did to make you angry? --- I ask, spitting out words rather than trying to dialogue.

He ignores me, pacing various places in the small house, and it's not until we reach the room that I manage to close the door and stand on top of it that he stops.

---Talon ---I call him.

There's nothing, like he's still in denial.

---Talon ---I called him, now with more force.

I take a few steps, seeing Talon static, still tense, as if his system had returned to its normal state.

---Talon! ---I yell, before I was practically only a step away from him.

---I failed...

A whisper, a single word which I barely heard made me fall into shock again.

---D-You failed? You mean...?

---It was the opportunity to amend my mistake, but I failed.

It sounds better now, but his words just confuse me.

I try to take his hand, but the moment contact is barely made, he quickly pulls my hand away from him, but not automatically and elegantly as he usually does, but erratically.

---Talon?

---I do not deserve it.

Even when I try to take a step, his words make me still.

---Talon, why...?

---It's all supposed to be planned, why did I make such a stupid mistake?

---Dear..?

--- If i had only killed her, then everything would be fine now, --- he whispers, touching her forehead with one of her hands --- But no! All because he turned out to be a terrible idiot.... Wait, what did you say?

My own steps go back, while my hand stops on my lips.

He turns, while his eyes now reflect not only surprise, but... Happiness?

No, there's never a smile on his face, but... somehow, in his gaze, i can tell the sparkle in his eyes comes back.

---N-It's nothing... Just...

I back up again, occasionally hindered by my footsteps.

---I'll go back to the kitchen, grab some of the cake if you see that you...

I see that he, in a blink of an eye, is almost practically attached to me, taking the inside of my elbow like a child who wants his mother not to leave. She noted that his grip was now more secure, but it was still just as erratic.

---Talon?

---Say it again ---He asked, softly, though it sounded more like a demand.

---E-Uh, w-was a mistake, sorry...

---Please.

I see his eyes, his brightness is more intense now. It seemed like a plea, but deep inside, I knew he was demanding that I show my love for him, or at least let him know that I appreciate him a little.

--- H-Honey... --- I whisper, feeling his grip go to my shoulder.

My gaze drops as his grip loosens a little more. I can feel as if his own mind is debating with itself over and over again.

But, after just seconds, he hugs me again.

--- Y-You're too affectionate today... --- I mention, feeling how his arms are now located around my waist.

--- I'm sorry --- he whispers, while his face settles in the gap between my neck and your shoulder.

My eyes widen again, his strange attitude, his words, it almost sounds like Talon is being corrupted by something, or someone else is getting into his mind.

---It's just that... this whole week, it was quite difficult.. ---He says again, this time venting.

Again like this, again I try not to give in to the situation. But... seeing him so weak, so sincere... makes me feel like I don't want to leave him alone, not now, not ever.

My hand returns to the back of his head, taking strands of his hair and manipulating his hair as gently as I can.

---Okay... ---I whisper, still keeping my peace. ---.., I-I... I'm always here. And always will be.

I feel how his grip does not change, nor does he exert any movement, but... the air with which he hugs me changes... as if he was being possessive, as if he had fulfilled his plan, his intention, the objective of him from the beginning.

--- Thank you .. (Name) --- I hear him whisper, now with more calm in his tone --- .., thank you very much.

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ᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟ

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I watch as the spoon leaves his lips, while a bit of cream remains on his cheek.

---Yes, it tastes quite good... Isn't it? ---I asked, tilting his head to the side.

I see that he still stays close to me, before bringing his face closer to the side of my head.

---Yes, it tastes good ---He whispers in my ear, softly and even happily.

A smile appears on my lips. But, just when I thought everything was perfect, he came out with...

---Although... you told me you had another present for me, didn't you?

ᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟ

Warning!

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It was quite funny in Spanish version, but in this language i can't tell the joke, sorry 😭

ᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟᰔᩚ ( ᜊ°-° )ᜊ .ᐟ .ᐟ

HELLOAAAA

Yes, today I woke up funny.

B)

By the way, obviously to better understand the context read Katarina's comic (It's in webtoon, but only if you change the language to English) The art is great and all. But,

Especially obviously because they MADE MY BABE SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

And, also... the picture says: " my schizophrenia, just like my love for you increases day by day"

[popawritter12]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do an Enduring Sword Talon x female reader? His skin lore is so fascinating but I haven't found a fiction for it just yet 🥹🫶 Take your time!

I love you and your writings 💕

Author's nothes: YEAH FUCKING BITCHES, GUESS WHO COME BACK AGAIN???

(This days were horrible guys, please be patient bcs the writer Popiña in me is dying 😞)

Also, LESSS GOOO A TALON REQUEST

Yandere! Enduring Sword Talon x Fem! reader

Yandere character: Talon Du Couteau

From the videogame/movie/serie/manga/anime: League Of Legends

Case: Kidnapping, relation of god x reader and nothing more.

Part: 1 of 1.

It was inevitable for her to be something more than human, since she could barely be anything more than a filthy, senseless, peasant donkey who even understood the alphabet, a woman who is broken, wounded, almost dead in the eyes of the gods.

But maybe that was why he chased her so much, maybe if she wasn't there he would never have returned, she would never have suffered what she had to go through.

It was still painful to remember that day, a cold autumn evening in which the leaves danced to the sound of the wind, the smell of freshly cooked food that approached from the town and spread throughout the forest, the sound of the footsteps of his boots against all the hard and brittle leaves under his feet.

It was an unthinkable and terrifying moment to wait for that pathetic day, after an ugly harvest and a terrifying dryness in the land, which would completely change her life and transform her from being a woman who was looking for meaning in her life. putrid life to a simple object, a simple thing which belonged to a ruthless God, who is selfish as a spoiled child with his toys, as sick as a patient in a psychiatric hospital after years of confinement, and as obsessed as a chess player knowing the position of each piece on his board.

Warm was the memory of her when she had first seen him; He was looking for a place to stay, since he didn't have many options since he had arrived in the mortal realm and the people, not to mention that they were not very kind to him. Therefore she decided, for the first time in her life, to give him the benefit of the doubt and give him shelter in her house.

It was painful to think that there was the option of seeing everything, of not giving him a space in her life, and especially, in her heart; She must have noticed in those grayish eyes that hint of evil, that hint of cruelty, obsessed with a bit of selfishness. And now for the first time, that she had managed to have even a hint of desire to live, everything had been taken away from her.

—Then what would you ask me here? —She asked, her hands playing with her fingers, and a feeling of doubt in the air.

He didn't respond instantly; His gaze had been fixed on the horizon, but soon, he turned to see his beloved. In his eyes, dimmed by a soft look, the feeling of security is observed.

—There is something I have always wanted to tell you—He begins his explanation—, and I think that if I don't tell you now, I will never have an opportunity like that again.

He gasped, feeling how his entire body began to have an unbearable weight, as if his mere existence were an enormous weight for a human being.

The only difference was that he was not a human being.

With a gentle touch on the woman's fingers, a grip on her palm, and a few caresses on her cracked, dry skin, he took his heart in his hands, and with a sweet but grim tone, he set his eyes on the woman's, gently parting his lips, with a slowness never seen before.

—(Name)... I have to say that, with all the time that has passed, and all the times that you have offered me your help, I can say, with complete certainty —He whispered, trying to extend his words, proving that It could sound so sweet with her —, that you, the first person who supported me from the beginning, has managed to...

But before his unmistakable but tenacious act of confession was about to come to a close, with a separation of her hands from his, the woman spoke;

—I am married.

As rough as sandpaper running over someone's arm and as hard as a slap to the face, it was as if, for the first time in his long, undaunted life, something worse was in store for him; something up to three times worse than a life as a mortal. And that was, without a doubt, an entire life without her, a life, whether mortal or immortal, without someone who had appreciated him and brought about her redemption.

Nothing came from his lips, the wind gently moved his white hair loose and free before the world, the consolation of nature was so soft that it resembled the pity it offered to the poor man, and the little emotion—which until this moment moment was the security he felt about that woman's feelings—faded, or rather, mutated, mutated into a great, disgusting beast, into a rotten, ugly feeling so strong that its soft grip became more cruel, more subduing and that carried a bitter taste in the air that could be felt for miles.

That was the taste of rejection, and, more than anything, the feeling of hate. At this, he just sighed, his heart trying to adjust to the feeling of desolation stuck in his soul.

—So… married. —He whispered, his heart weighing even more.

He let go of her hand, her gaze was now lost, she was so empty, as if she had lost all meaning, as if her entire life had reduced all of her importance to this moment.

—Yeah… —She responded, her voice so rough and dry that it seemed like the sand was staying in his throat —..., I'm sorry.

That low, timid tone, sheltered in a shadow of horrendous chills, that scared look like that of a mouse begging a human for a piece of meat, god…. It was so tempting, so beautiful, so fucking tempting, that he had to gasp heavily, beating down the longing for her, screaming down that gross desire.

—You don't have to apologize —He said, —, I just hope you're happy.

He took her hand again, more gently now, carefully separating each finger. He leaned gently, and with a falseness incompatible with his current state, his lips touched the skin of her palm, pressing gently to give her the sensation of love that he so repressed in his heart, softened and rotten by such a level of sentimental illness, and when he walked away, a grimace of ill-painted happiness formed on his face.

—I hope thaat person give you the happiness you deserve... —He gasped for a second, erasing the word of possessiveness, without letting go of her hand —, dear (Name).

That afternoon he withdrew from her life, that fall was going to be trapped forever as the memory of her downfall, as the only fact that was really going to differentiate her life from that of any other human.

And that was her awakening; only when the season of orange dyes came to an end, the silk as sweet as a ripe dessert fruit accompanied by a funny company, the smell so pure that it would make any mortal sick, and a brilliant white that cleared the view so much that it resembled to be under the same sunlight. The bourgeois air that overflowed from the rustic, whitish-colored decoration seemed to make the new woman in the kingdom sick, and only at the moment of the man's accelerated footsteps outside the room did she decide to lie back on the bed, snuggling her head against pillow.

Not even the door was touched when he entered, and with a few silent steps, he leaned his lower body against the bed; the feeling of sweetness in his soul basked in glory at seeing her so rested, so immovable, so... sensitive to any look daring enough to rest on a figure so well structured, but so poorly cared for.

A smile spreads across his face, the smell of smoke and the uncontrollable heat of the fire still overwhelming him, even with all the hours that had passed.

But all those airs of pain, desperation and crude attempts to escape dissipated like a blizzard at the sight of the glimpsed body of such a peasant girl.

—So sweet... —He whispered, grabbing a stray strand of hair —.., and so sensitive.

He looked as enchanted as a bee on a flower, as addicted as a king to accumulating wealth, and as attached to that tenacious feeling as a womanizer is to flirting with any woman.

—I hope you wake up soon, my sweet (Name) —He gasped, tucking the lady's hair behind her ear —, you will enjoy life away from that town, and from... —Talon didn't continue, he just gasped with more heaviness —..., that useless one.

A few seconds later, aggressive footsteps, echoing from the cue crashing violently against the ground, and irregular panting accompanied by exasperating screams of complaints are heard outside.

—This damn idiot! —The goddess complained, her steps still sounding aggressive —, next time I won't let Morgana take that sword.

Hateful, that's how he could describe that woman who, just once, had managed to take everything from him.

The man looked so calm that such peace seemed inconceivable, and even a certain happiness was appeased in his soul, as if the approach of that woman meant a new objective for the man; a new way to show again to his beloved peasant how much he loved her, and even, if it were not for his current situation of having just returned to the kingdom of immortality, he would try to cut off the head of that goddess, solely and exclusively to remind her to (Name) the need for possession he had over her soul, and the power that existed between him and her.

Some aggressive knocks are heard outside the whitish room.

—I'll go take care of her, so you don't have to pretend to be asleep, okay? —He whispered, a kind smile trying to show her how much favoritism he had over her —. Make sure you don't make noise, my beautiful peasant.

Talon's body leaves the bed, and within a few seconds, the entire room; A new trial was about to begin, and now, there was great justification for it.

Bruh, I loved giving this guy a little story, I love him so much....

(He is literally my salvation from this horrible world, but he doesn't know it yet<3)

[popawritter12]

Question for a new fanfiction

Recently, i found very attractive the idea of a Yandere Talon Du Couteau, but i did'nt know how to puth this idea on a coherent fanfiction. What do you think, guys?

[popawritter12]

𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾!

My name both here and on other networks is Popa or Peporovich, I have been a fanfic writer for a long time. I've been writing Yandere fanfics for a long time, and I love Tumblr, so i started to write in this app.

So, let me welcome y'all with this

Master list

So, maybe i dont know a lot about Tumblr post (because im accustomed to Wattpad) so excuse me if i do mistakes through this masterlist :<.

My native language is Spanish, therefore, since my English is not good, I will use the google translator. I'm going to upload my fanfics that are already in Spanish here!

I am part of several fandoms, but my fanfics and stories are purely and exclusively Yanderes, men, women, creatures, etc. Although these fanfics are in Spanish on Wattpad, I could post the English version on Tumblr.

One thing to clarify: I kindly ask that, if placing an order, you specify the gender of the reader, since it affects a lot when I translate it into English thanks to my lack of English <3

And, im gonna put the things that i can writte through requests.

Secondary Wattpad account (Were everything is in Spanish): @Mondongohater32

If you want to make a request, there are manly chooses!

But, if you want one, you need to put just two obligatory things.

And there are:

-Put if you want a One-Shot, Headcanon or other things that I do (I put them right here 👇🏻)

I can write:

-Only Yandere requests.

-Yandere female, male, non-binary, etc.

-Headcanons.

-One shots.

-"Correspondence messages to a lost lover"

-"In each situation, how would this Yandere react?"

-Gore.

-(Reader) storys.

I Cannot write:

-Harem

-Incest

-NSFW (At least now)

-Characters under 18 years x character +18 years.

-Extreme violence.

-Strange fetishes (Like feets or things that are common in R34).

-Oc's

Series, video games, movies, etc. for which I can write requests:

-The Witcher.

-Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance.

-Portal 1 and 2.

-Team Fortres 2.

-Stardew Valley.

-Devil May Cry.

-League of Legends (Not Arcane)

-Yakuza saga.

-Chainsaw man.

-Jojos Bizarre Adventure.

-Kengan Ashura.

-Demon Slayer.

-Shuumatsu No Valkyrie.

-Violet Evergarden.

-Captain Tsubasa.

-Teenage mutant ninja turtles (Rottmnt, 2012, 2014 ☝️🤓)

-Beastars.

-BNA.

-One punch man.

-Naruto.

-Komi-san.

And actual state: Request open

Also, I made a total count of the number of one-shots and Headcanons I've made so far (those I have saved and those I uploaded to Tumblr), each with their respective links to go there <3

The dynamic goes like this:

-The red color is for those already finished and uploaded to Tumblr.

-The light blue color is for those already finished but only available on Wattpad.

-The ones without color are NOT finished yet.

Tally of all half-done stories/projects:

“Let me tell you a story” – One shots

One shots made:

Kimetsu No Yaiba

-Yandere! Upper Moons xfemale reader (Part 1):Only on Wattpad

-Yandere Upper Moons x female Reader (Part 2): Only on Wattpad

-Yandere! Muichiro Tokito x female Reader: Only on Wattpad

Kengan Ashura

-Yandere! Kaede Akiyama x Fighter! male Reader: read here

-Yandere! Cosmo Imai x female reader: read here

-Yandere! Setsuna Kiryu x female Reader: read here

Super Champions/Captain Tsubasa

-Yandere! Genzo Wakabayashi x female reader:Only on Wattpad

-Yandere! Kojiro Hyuga x female Reader:Only on Wattpad

-Yandere! Jun Misugi x female Reader.: read here

League of Legends

-Yandere! Sett x Neutral reader: read here

-Yandere! Morgana Star Nemesis x male Reader: read here

-Yandere! Talon Du Couteau x female Reader: read here

-Yandere! Pyke x Male! Reader: read here

-Yandere! Primal Ambush! Talon x Fem! Reader: read here

-Yandere! Blood Moon! Shen x Male! Reader: read here

Dragon ball

-Yandere! Future Trunks x female reader:Only on Wattpad

Yakuza

-Yandere! Goro Majima x female reader: Only on Wattpad

Naruto

-Yandere! Hidan + Yandere! Kakuzu x female reader:Only on Wattpad

Mortal Kombat

-Yandere! Smoke + Yandere! Sub-zero (Kuai Liang in this case) x female Reader:Only on Wattpad

Far Cry 3

-Yandere! Vaas x female reader : Only on Wattpad

DC Universe

-Yandere! Clark Kent + Yandere! Bruce Wayne x female Reader: read here

OC'S

-Yandere! Evelyn x female Reader: Only on Wattpad

-Yandere! Baker x female reader

One shots unfinished in general:

-Yandere! Jack the Ripper x female reader (Shuumatsu No Valkyrie)

-Yandere! Fem! Angron x male Reader (Warhammer 40k)

-Yandere! Santana x female reader(Superchampions/Captain Tsubasa)

-Yandere! Harem! Captain Tsubasa x female Reader.

2. "More than 100 headcanons" (League of legends Yandere headcanons)

-Yandere! Aatrox headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Ashe headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Aurelion Sol headcanons:

-Yandere! Akali headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Aphelios headcanons: read here

-Yandere!Akshan headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Ahri headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Braum headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Caitlyn headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Cassiopeia headcanons:

-Yandere! Camille headcanons:

-Yandere! Darius headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Draven headcanons:

-Yandere! Diana headcanons:

-Yandere! Talon Du Couteau headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Zed headcanons: read here

Yandere! Blood Moon line of skins:

-Yandere! Blood Moon! Shen for a male Reader: read here

-Yandere! Blood Moon! Yasuo headcanons: read here

-Yandere! Blood Moon! Talon headcanons: read here

Yandere! High Noon line of skins:

-Yandere! High Noon! Talon headcanons: read here

I add more when i have time (and also im gonna put some one-shots that are only avaible on Wattpad <3)

[popawritter12]

I am curious what are your WIP currently. I want to say thank your work

Hello anon! <3

I was recently working on a request of Yandere Shen (That im finishing now) and im trying Yandere draws but i cant do it right bcs im too lazy to try every day.

And, im doing poems!! I found it quite fun and I love ittt <3

ALSOOOO, Im becoming addicted to make Yandere bots in Hiwaifu and Chai, and im fucking dying with do it (get me ideas to do more Yandere bots pls).

Recently I do:

In HiWaifu: Yandere Raiden, Geralt of Rivia, Talon Du Couteau, etc.

In Chai: Yandere Harem, Raiden, Geralt of Rivia, Talon Du Couteau, etc.