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ijwrsmff · 3 months ago

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Hey, i hope ur having a good dayy...heard yu wanted some yandere arcane asks...how about vi(romantic) with a naïve piltover darling (generally soft and clumsy as well) fem reader please!!💖💕

Thank you so much that's so sweet!!! I'm getting to requests really late, but I'm doing my best XD thank you for requesting and your patience! Even though it's really late, I hope you enjoy ^^

Soooo glad the second season is coming out soon, I crave it so bad XD

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Vi was in Piltover, doing what she joked was a small heist. It was just her this time, Vander having cracked down on them all not returning to top side in fear of their safety. She made sure Powder was safe first, and left her in the boy’s care. She had received word there was an event going on, a series of stalls and shops along the road. It was the perfect opportunity to blend in and steal from all the rich assholes who could buy out the whole street if they wanted to.

…That was her plan anyway.

It started off simple enough, showing up right in the middle of the day when it was the most busy. She paid close attention to the people who looked like they had more money than others…and with how idiotic people could be, it wasn’t hard to tell who could afford the most. Starting off, she took small items they had purchased that she thought could go for more underground. She didn’t expect to be bumped into as a girl fell to the ground.

As it were, you only wanted to go to see what the shops had to offer. You weren’t paying much attention though, and bumped into something…or someone. Both you and the person fell to the ground, and you looked up at her from the ground as you whined and rubbed the spot on your leg you just knew would be bruised later. She was laying next to you, and you caught sight of her snarl. You jumped up looking her over.

“Crud! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you! Did I damage anything you’d bought? I can’t believe I did that again! Gah!” You whined and looked at her as if seeking forgiveness. She looked baffled, and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “I can pay for anything I broke! Here, let me buy you something, too!” You took her hand, and she accepted it. You couldn’t tell what expression was on her face, but you were terrified you’d made a bad impression on this woman.

“Uh…you don’t have to. I have what I need.” Vi spoke, and she seemed guarded. It was almost as if she thought you were tricking her, not believing you were really being this nice to a stranger. “You hurt, cupcake?” She said, seemingly coming to a conclusion in her mind. She brushed off your shoulders, touch lingering only briefly. Her touch was rough, but it didn’t seem to phase you.

“I’m not hurt! Not any more hurt than I usually am when I fall anyway…” You mumbled the last bit, and shook your head. “And it’s okay! I insist, it’s the least I could do!” Your smile was wide and bright, and somehow contagious. As soon as you locked eyes with her, she smiled back at you, though her smile was much more akin to a smirk.

She leaned forward so your faces were near each other, and her eyes glazed over yours and she continued to smirk as she pulled back. “If you really insist, I have something in mind.” Her original mission had subsided in her mind, and it seemed she had a new plan she wanted to see through. She was still being cautious, but she would play along for now. This could prove to be entertaining, afterall.

You yapped away, Vi barely getting any words in since giving you her name. She didn’t seem to mind though, and listened closely to everything you had to say. It didn’t take long to learn all about you, considering the fact that you told her basically all the important information. It was fun! You got to tell her all about your job, your close group of friends, and your favorite hobbies and pastimes. Vi even asked questions to learn more, despite you not picking up on her prodding more into your personal life.

She had tried to justify it as gathering intel for her next trip with Powder and the boys, but she was growing more intrigued by the second. Though as you reached the stall she had escorted you to, you looked at her. “Oh! A flower stall! Are you getting flowers for someone? That’s so thoughtful!” You giggled, and looked at the wide array of different flowers local to your home and even exported from further off.

Vi smirked, before putting on a small act. She sighed deeply, and looked deep in thought. “I’d love to get her flowers, but I’m not sure what kind she likes. There’s too many to choose from, it’s overwhelming…what kind do you like?” She looked over to you, eyes full of mischief. She only smiled wider when it seemed like you didn’t gather the implications.

“I think these one’s here are the prettiest, and the bouquet has a good variety of flowers! So no matter the room, you can probably make the flowers suit it perfectly!” You thought carefully about your answer, wanting to make sure she could get the best possible ones for the girl she wanted to get them for. It was no trouble, you did bump into her, so it only seemed fitting to help out however you could.

“I see…” She said, and picked up the bouquet you chose. “I hope she’ll like these.” As she said it in a thoughtful but playful tone, before handing them to you. “So, do you like them?” Her hand was outstretched, and you looked at the flowers in confusion. She could practically see the gears turning in your head, and tried to wait to see if you’d understand.

“THEY’RE FOR ME?!” You said, way louder than you meant to. It brought a light blush to your cheeks and you pouted at her. “But I’m the one that bumped into you! I should be getting you a gift!” You looked around the booth, and quickly picked up a bouquet of flowers you thought would suit her. Paying quickly, you copied her motion of giving her the flowers.

“These are for you then! They have colors that remind me of you and your hair, so I guess it’s…a trade?” You thought carefully, trying to decide if you’d be satisfied with a trade rather than providing something to her from your stumble into her. The flowers weren’t very expensive, so it didn’t really seem fair.

“How sweet of you…” Vi said, a glimmer of something in her eyes that you couldn’t place. “I’ll happily accept these flowers from you, cupcake.” She gave a wink, but by now she knew you wouldn’t understand the undertones of her words and meaning. She’d have to be more direct to get through to you. Stepping up her game seemed in order, but not just yet.

“Let me at least buy you something else!” You pleaded, wide eyes as you looked around the stalls to find something else you could give her for her troubles. But Vi looked to the sky, cursing under her breath. At the noise, you tilted your head and asked, “Is something wrong?” You sounded worried, and it only made her heart swell further.

“My sister is waiting for me at home, I have to go.” She seemed reluctant to say it, but started walking away with a glance to you over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.” To you, the words were reassuring…whereas most people would have seen it as ominous. You barely knew her, but you welcomed her regardless. There’s no way in hell this would be the last time she saw you.

“But! I have to buy you something else!” You called, jogging the few steps to catch up with her. She had the flowers you had bought her in her arms, and the other items she’d “bought” within her carry pack. She stopped as you approached, you putting a hand on her shoulder.

She hummed, turning to look fully at you before smirking with a dark glint in her eyes. “Then…” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before playfully breathing into your ear, “We’ll make it a date. Next time, you can take me out on the condition I get to take you out after.” She pulled back, and could have burst out laughing from the shocked look on your face as you blushed.

It only made you smile wide, “Okay! It’s a promise then! Do I get to pick what we do for our date?” You hopped once in place and waited eagerly for her response.

“Of course, cupcake. Anything you wanna do.” With her final words, she turned, as you lost her in the crowd of people. It only then occurred to you that she had no way of knowing where you lived. What if she got lost and never saw you again? Or even worse, what if you never saw her again? It had crushed your spirit a little, and your eyes cast down as you pouted, walking back to your house.

Though from the shadows, Vi loomed. She watched you walk all the way home, making note of any recognizable locations and landmarks so she would remember exactly how to get to you. You were a new form of intoxication she’d never experienced. You were pure, innocent. You didn’t pick up on her flirting until she made sure you did, and you never once questioned her attire or why you’d never seen her before. It made her let out a chuckle, as she watched you, almost hungrily.

You’d see her again, sooner than you’d think…and she’d make sure you could never forget her. She knew it was just a matter of time before she corrupted that innocence of yours, making you hers in any way she wanted…any way she desired.

You should have run when you had the chance, cupcake.

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yanderearcane · 5 months ago

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Yandere Viktor Headcanons

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He was impressed by your appearance, especially for someone from Zaun

Was to shy to approach you, but watched you from a distance

He was quite entangled by you

His entanglement turned into obsession

He wanted to impress you, get your attention, but he wasn't sure how

He feels that he can get your attention, he just has to figure out how to do it

Leaves little prototypes outside your home

Is flattered when you use them/like them

You finally approach him when hearing about him through the grapevine from above

You share many ideas of humankind and the unfair treatment of your fellow Zauns

While he is outcasted and alone, you have developed a social personality as to co-mingle with Piltovers, even though you hate them for their privilege. You just needed a way in. The best way to destroy a democracy is to take out the workers at the bottom; The whole pyramid will come crashing down- So, that's what you set off to do

You wanted Viktor's help

Whether he agrees with your motives or not is unclear from the beginning as he does not shy with his flirting with you

Your flattered and a little surprise by his sudden boldness

He does end up impressing you with his machinery- Though, when you take him up, you're a little surprised when finding out he knows Jayce

Though Viktor is quick to assure you he has no ties to that man- None that mattered

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lolita-lollipop · 2 years ago

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YANDERE SILCO X READER X (kinda jinx)

Silco loves you,

That was quite known among the entire undercity, even before he had taken you to his compound, he always had sevika following you around when you worked in those factories, which alone was enough to make people scared of you. He deposited money in your account when he thought you were getting too thin, or he would secretly intercept any letters you would send to your mother complaining that you always felt like you were being watched

So when you were fired from your job completely on the random, he knew he had to take this opportunity. Jinx loved you, and she wanted you just as much as he did, so it was only natural.

You should've known better when you got an offer from Silco to work in his house the second you were fired, but you had been far too distraught over your current lack of employment. You especially should've known better when the letters kept coming from him even after you'd thrown out the first one.

Eventually, you had found that no one else was willing to hire you, which was such a surprise, as a woman, usually every business in the undercity wanted you as their own, having a good looking little thing like yourself attracted so much business. So when you went looking for a job, any job, and no one was even willing to let you in their building? You had become desperate.

So, you had to accept. You didn't know where to find the man, but generally you associated

The leaders of the undercity with that bar, the one your mother used to go to all the time. The Last Drop, When you had shown up, the loud club went silent. Immediately you were brought to his office, where he had a very personal conversation about what you would be doing for him.

It was simple really, he had known that if he hired you with no purpose you would grow suspicious, even fearful, so he simply told you that the head maid at his house lost her assistant, and she needed to train you into becoming a good little housemaid to help her.

And with what he was willing to pay you? Which by the way was far more than the head maid was being paid, you were more than willing to live here under the bar with him and his daughter.

Of course, his reputation precedes him and jinx, so you were more than scared of them, you avoided them like they were plague rats. On the occasion the head maid would send you up to bring him a cigar or some disgustingly fermented kind of alcohol, she knew what he thought of you, and she knew that the more he saw you, the higher her pay would be.

He watched you every day from the secret windows he had all across the place, and he had jinx and his head maid and savika take tabs on you, jinx had almost befriended ou at this point, after all she did know sooner or later you would end up being her little sister, she could be what Vi wasn't.

Usually, with the pay motivation, he would notice that cute little pep you had in your step everyday, wearing that little maid getup was so adorable, especially since it was made just for you. Of course when you were his he would dress you in the finest silks and linens, you didn't belong in the undercity, and he would make sure to dress like it. Generally you were very happy to do your job, a pleasant smile adorning your face.

Which was why today was so odd. You had woken up and gotten dressed as usual, but the maid had reported that you had stayed groggy all morning, and when Jinx had talked to you, you looked like you were about to cry. It was just so strange of you, even when you worked in that miserable factory while making only 2 cents an hour, you had always been so sweet, so happy.

That's why he was so worried about you today. He watched you bustle slowly in the kitchen, you had large dark circles and your nose had begun to sniffle, you were slouching heavily, and you let out the occasional cough. You looked bad. The last straw for him was watching you begin to doze off with a knife in your hand while chopping vegetables for breakfast.

You tensed up when he walked into the kitchen, but continued doing what the head maid had told you to do. She had made sure you wouldn't be too tense around silco by making you be around him every so often. Did Not make you any less fearful, you knew what he was capable of.

He watched you work, recording in his mind how out of sorts you'd begun to appear, your eyes were sagging closed on occasion, and your hands were shaking like you were freezing, even though it was perfectly warm in the kitchen. You were sick. That much was obvious, it only made sense, as there was some kind of flu going through piltover, and whatever illness happened there spread here, and it was always worse here.

“Are you feeling alright dear? You look… unwell” The scary man questioned in that scratchy voice of his that you'd grown quite fearful of by now. THe question itself made you perk up immediately, you didn't think you looked so bad, it brought fear to you, at your old work if they believed you were not in the right condition to earn them the most money it was very likely you would be fired… or beaten. You didn't think this man was above that.

“Yes sir. I’m just a little tired today.” you replied, continuing chopping the onion, this morning you chose to ignore the little tears it made you shed, not wanting to look weak in front of him. He rolled his eyes and watched as you fumbled with the knife, the head maid shouldn't be letting you do this on your own, especially since it would be so easy to just chop a finger off.

“I don't think you should be handling knives in your state darling, and you look far more than tired” He condescended, leaning over on the counter and watching you as you almost nicked yourself.

“No sir, I’m alright, I can work- I swear” you practically begged him, and continued your task for the head maid, you weren't really sure if doing this with him was okay, you weren't disobeying him, but it just felt wrong.

In a matter of seconds he was behind you, he had moved so swiftly that you hadn't even noticed his hands snaking under your arms, or his chest pressing against your back. It startled you, and It obviously didn't help that you weren't fully aware of yourself, as you were sick.

“I said, put the knife down, I wasn't asking. You are ill” He squeezed you and pulled the knife from your hands, tossing it to the side. It made a sharp clanging noise, he would have a talk with the maid about her letting you deal with such dangerous things, she knew not to. You turned around, only to let a sharp little gasp out, you hadn't realized the close proximity you were in with him at the moment, you barely talked to him, and this, this was more than you'd ever touched your own mother, let alone silco.

“I will call the doctor, you won't be working today”

You stared up at him, and he stared right back down at you, practically daring you to try and keep working, you didn't though, only stared, a little bit in fear, a little bit in anxiety for what he was going to do next. Nobody had ever showed this much concern over your wellbeing, with a sniffle you began to tear up.

You didn't even know why you were reacting this way to him, it was just so abnormal, so strange. But you just felt so drawn in by the way he looked at you, the way he looked like he actually cared, the way he held you. He was supposed to be the most dangerous man in the undercity.

It only took a few seconds for little tears speckling your eyes to turn into large awful globes of water flowing freely from your own. The more he looked at you the more you found yourself crying, it was embarrassing really. You just stood there crying as he stared down, his arms wrapped around you.

“I-I’m sorry sir i don't know- I don't know why this is happening, I-I think i might be a little sick I’m sorry I-” you stuttered out through your own heavy breathing, trying to explain anything and everything. His gaze slowly softened, and he held you tighter, you noticed.

“Do not apologize, usually I’m less understanding, but you- you're quite the exception” As he spoke his voice drew out any anger or sadness you had towards your old life, your old family, the life before you met him. His words only made your cries harder. Silco noticed the maid walk in from the corner of his eye, and then walk right back out after seeing whatever was happening here.

“I think it's time to reconsider your title here, darling”

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The next morning, Savika wasn’t surprised to find you sleeping in Silcos lap, dressed in a pale blue-silk nightgown as he did his morning work.

Savika wasn't surprised to see you wearing a diamond necklace with an S engraved on it

And she certainly wasn't surprised that Silco seemed to be in a much better mood.

After all…

Silco loves you.

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My daddy issues are screaming rn fr.

Anyone else just watch a show and then obsessively want to write like 30 fics on it? Just me? Ok nevermind.

Anywayyyyyy. If you have any ideas for little gay things with Vi or Jinx please be my guest, my inbox is open for those.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH HAVE A WONDERFUL WONDERFUL DAY TODAY.

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yanderegrizzsworld · 2 years ago

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is it possible if you can part two on that yandere jinx: in safe hands story?

Yandere Jinx: In Safe Hands Again (Platonic Drabble)

TW/CW: Implied drugging, murder, auditory hallucinations, blood, mentions of bruises & use of firearms

1st part

The sound of quick blasts echoing in the oddly empty streets of Zaun have you curl into yourself more, not daring to look over the counter if the possibility of her noticing is likely. Any form of pain you'd feel as your feet crash against the hard ground is drowned out by, at first, the pure adrenaline, yet as the rush fades away slowly, fear suddenly hits & runs through you at a sickeningly pace. Screams barely resonates from your position & if not for the partially shattered window, would be muffled altogether.

"I sure you're having a blast with this little game we're playing right now" Jinx's voice almost indicated understanding, striving for you to come out & be within her eyesight, yet you stay put.

A cackle is heard for a brief moment before silence takes over again, "But, I think it's time you first come out and then we go back to my place! You know, where it's safe" The sound of glass shattered further as footsteps now echoed about in the tear downed, seemingly abandoned store. You softly bite the palm of your hand when a clunk is heard, her carelessly dragging her gun across whatever various tables were close enough while humming. Her footsteps cease at the moment, yet she continuesly hums about as she lays her gun on the counter where you hide behind.

"I bet you're hiding right here" The sight of Jinx's shadow looming over the counter has you bite into your palm harder, the fear growing in your stomach to the point of hurting, you can't go back with her, you don't want to! But you know she'll drag you back there if she grabs a hold of you. A huff resonates from behind, Jinx snatches her gun & aims at whoever or whatever might get in her way of getting you back.

A bloody figure grunted repeatedly as they dragged themselves towards the entrance, though they never look up, instead keeping their sight at their hands & arms to avoid & scoot away the scattered shards. A rose colored trail followed them, exhibiting the trip they took to get to the store as blood oozed & dripped down their legs that dragged across the rough ground, bruises littered their arms from what one would imagine be a fight prior to Jinx's arrival. "Oh! You didn't die, huh?" Their eyes, as wide as saucers, immediately stare up from the ground to the long braided gunslinger a few feet away, Jinx's eyes gleam for a moment before taking slow steps away from the counter & towards the the guest at the door.

"W-Wow! Wow! H-Hey now, uh- Why did you-" The firearm is shoved into their mouth as Jinx crouches down to their height, a sadistic smile evident on her face. "Why don't you finish what you were saying? I'd love to hear it" Any attempt they made to even move their mouth Jinx would press the gun further as a puddle of drool began to form beneath them. "I don't hear you properly, speak up" You cautiously raise your head to peek over the counter to be met with long blue hair & her back facing you, though you don't look for long before ducking again in fear of her turning around.

It seemed the person on the ground saw you for moment, trying to call out for your help yet the firearm shoved down their throat made it beyond difficult. They lean on their left side slightly as they lift their right hand & grasps Jinx's forearm, her smile drops & all that's heard is the other person's huffs & grunts & Jinx's breathing. While you contemplated looking over the counter again, a blast booms within the space provokes you to silently gasp & back further into the counter. The smell of iron lingers in the air, Jinx grunts as the head falls with a thud, attempting to wipe off diminutive blood spots off her cheek, yet only smearing it further.

You hardly hear the creaking of the floor getting louder from the pounding in your heart that reached your ears, nor open your eyes for a second to catch a looming shadow growing larger the closer it got. It was only when you felt cold fingers land on your shoulder did a shriek escape you as you attempt to run away, but the hand held onto your shoulder with such force you're sure that you'll see a bruise there within a few hours or the next day. Clanking is heard as a small piece of metal radiates in front of you & despite now knowing that she's unharmed, dread continuesly eats at you from the adrenaline beginning to pump in you.

Blue hair tickles your nose before moving away & then returning again, "Can you quit it now!" Ire leaves through her teeth as she jumps over the counter & her other hand grasps at your other arm to hinder your movements. "Playtime's over, we have to go! Now!" Jinx swipes a leg just above your ankles, resulting in you both meeting the ground. Jinx strives to pin your hands but you refuse to give her the advantage, glancing up once in a while only to be met with bubblegum eyes each time & blood painting her face.

"Huh?" Although Jinx manages to grab both your wrists & hold them to your torso, her eyes gaze at her side, turning from confused & worried to annoyed & irritated. "Shut up! They weren't- I didn't-" Her breathing grew unsteady as if on the verge of an episode of hers, of which you squirm in trepidation. She quickly glances at you, her eyes darting to her side again, "They wouldn't leave me! We're friends, They wouldn't do that to me!" She presses herself against you to keep you from making any movements to leave, she removes a hand & shoos away whatever it is she's talking to. Hearing the rapid beating of your heart in your ears hurt, your head hurts from the fall in your impulsive attempt to escape, you fear what she'll do when she drags you back to her place.

You're so focused on her face & lost in your mind that you don't notice her free hand reaching behind her as the hand holding your wrist moves to cover your mouth. Her cold fingers & the texture of her gloves make you squirm lightly, her bright eyes staring at you before moving her head to your chest. "It's okay" the quietness of her voice scare you for a moment, you aren't sure what you're more scared of, this or her anger.

"Let's go home" You close your eyes again, allowing Jinx to take you away & choosing to focus on the placid feeling running within you instead of questioning the smell of blood lingering around you both.

You don't have much time to think of this as you feel a small skewer on the side of your neck, you wince unsure if the sensation hurts or your mind making you think it hurts. You silently gasp when Jinx pushes herself off of you, though your vision begins to blur & an odd tranquil feeling overcomes you. You smile briefly, forgetting where you were & what you were doing & why, Jinx walks away towards the counter, though you don't pay her much attention instead closing your eyes feeling incredibly light. Jinx picks you up bridal style & her coral eyes, of which initially terrified you but now find oddly comforting, gaze at you before eyeing the shattered windows.

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years ago

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Yandere Vi from Arcane waking up from a nightmare of her hurting her darling only to see that her darling is okay please?

Yandere Reaction!!

Yandere Vi having a nightmare...

🥊👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨• Vi was tossing and turning, she couldn't remember why she was angry, and she didn't know if she had a reason... But she hurt you... And that scared her...

All Vi could hear was your pleading voice. "please Vi I didn't do it! Please VIOLET!-" Vi's eyes shot open; she laid on her back her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, her mouth felt dry and itchy, and her fingers twitched at her sides.

She took a deep breath before looking to her left, and there you were. You slept peacefully facing her, your breath slow and deep. One of your hands next to hers, she gently took your hand in hers and brought it to her lips, turning so her body was facing yours.

Her free hand reaches out to brush hairs from your face. You were better, you didn't try to fight her anymore, and you were accepting; you stopped trying to run you were happy with her.

So why was she having these awful dreams?... She didn't want to hurt you but she would if she had to.

She was shaken from her thoughts when she heard your voice, "Vi?" she looked at you, her deep beautiful eyes mixed of grey and blue staring back at you. "are you okay?" you ask reaching to cup her hand that rested against your cheek, "yeah... I'm.. I'm ok cupcake..."

🥊👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨• Vi will be a lot more careful around you now, treating you like glass and she is afraid to break you... However, she will be keeping an eye out for anything she would deem as suspicious behavior...

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mars-writes-yandere · 2 years ago

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Please write yandere stuff for Viktor (Arcane) 😭

i love viktor way too much 😭 Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, Mentions of killing, Use of power

Viktor is an obsessive and slightly manipulative yandere. He honestly doesn't even mean to be manipulative, it's just coming from him being insecure.

This dude falls in love so quickly. He's definitely a “Love at first sight” person and a hopeless romantic so maybe you were nice to him or maybe even helped him he would fall very quickly. He's more likely to fall in love with someone from the undercity or someone that treats people from the undercity with basic human decency

He may or may not kidnap you. I'm leaning more towards no because he doesn't want you to hate him but there's also the fact that he feels like he can't protect you so maybe? I feel like it depends on what type of person you are.

He wouldn't kill for you. Threaten with power? Yes, but kill? No. He finds it too messy and with his disability it would be hard.

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insane-arcane · 2 years ago

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Just read your Yandere Jinx story and it was so good. Are you gonna do other yandere characters as well? If you are may I request Mel. I don't see a lot of fics for her but I love her. Jinx and Caitlin would be cool as well. Those 3 are my biggest crushes in Arcane lol. Anyway love your blog man, keep doing what you're doing.

Yandere Mel Headcannons

Growing up in war leaves a person scarred in ways you could never imagine unless you'd lived through the same war. You are a random Nobel, a dime a dozen in Piltover. Just another prestigious name in a city flooded with them. Someone with a bright future because your parents can buy it and not because you've earned it. And yet there's something about you. Something that really intrigues and pulls Mel in. And as someone who's learned to follow the signs she follows them to you. And you do not disappoint.

Mel knows when she wants something. And when she wants something she obsesses over it. Obsesses over you. With her connections and inquiring nature no one even blinks an eye as she casually asks questions, thinking it's another social call or something similar. She's good at hiding her true intentions and better at masking when she's up to something. After all one must be sneaky to win a prize.

She has a bold attitude and a sly tongue. She'll shyly brush her fingers over your shoulders in a gentle touch to get your attention when others are around before pinning you to a wall and taking what she thinks she's owed when your alone. Every kiss she's given and any kiss she takes feels like heaven against her lips. And she wants more. She wants all of you.

Mel channels her emotions through painting and politics. All of her paintings start to become focused on you. Your hair, your lips, your nose, your eyes, your face and body, the things that interest you, the things you've shared with her in private moments. All of it becomes immortalized in her work as you become her soul muse, the center of her infatuation. You have no idea she's like this either as she keeps these master pieces locked up so only she can enjoy their beauty.

If there's one thing she's learned from her mother after being cast out, it's how to be the fox and the wolf. She's a wolf behind closed doors keeping any and all other suitors away from you. Making threats and using her connections in unsavory ways to keep you safe. And Infront of others she becomes a fox. Intelligent, coy, and playful. Her influence, her power, her abilities, she's using them all for you. You should be greatful she could have picked anyone but she chose you. While she doesn't believe in the old gods or fate perhaps she'll make an exception for you.

She gives you gifts both as a way of showing she can support you and showing others that you are hers. Filling your closet and home with gifts from her as well as having beautiful guest rooms prepared for you in her several homes. She surrounds you in lavish items that very few can afford, only the absolute best for you. Jewelry, fine silks and outfits, books, soaps, perfumes, wine, tickets to shows and events, gala meetings, furniture, connections, antiques, magical items, things from her travels, anything and everything you could ever want or need she's one step ahead of you when it comes to getting it.

While she's not always possessive trusting that she's secured her place in your life and that she holds your heart she has her moments. When other people can't take the hint. During galas and events when someone begins talking to you in a way she doesn't like she snakes her arms around you and is so sweet, so gentle, as her eyes glare daggers at the person daring to try and take you.

She loves to see her claim on you. The way the jewelry she bought you hangs from your neck and wrists jangling lightly. She'll spin the bangles and pull on your necklace teasingly. Mel also loves to nuzzle into your neck and smell the perfumes and soaps she got you on your skin. And she loves to taste the rich food and wine she bought you on your lips. Nothing tastes sweeter than you and knowing your all hers.

She becomes less secretive of your relationship as she buys you more things. It becomes very clear very quickly to everyone around you that you and her are an item even if you haven't formally discussed it. The touches get more intimate and more public, your shared passion and love burning bright for all to see. While the relationship happened quickly Mel is good at soothing your worries and quelling your fears. You don't remember when you went from distant acquaintances, to friends, to something much more but she simply kisses these thoughts away, using her touch to soothe you. She tells you every day how much you mean to her and how she wants to be with you forever. How you're the only one for her and she's the only one for you.

This is when her manipulative side comes out and when you start to see the wolf hiding behind the fox. If you try and distance yourself from her you realize it's much too late for that. She'll tell stories and spread rumors if she must. Either about you or others who you'd reach out to for help. She makes these lies dig themselves deep into your mind and others. She knows who to keep you away from, who's safe and who isn't. Just stay by her side and she'll protect you. Stay by her side and you'll need nothing ever again. It's terrifying truly facing the intensity of your relationship and how she feels but there's something safe and comfortable about it as well. Mel has trained you well and when you wake up with a ring on your finger you realize you'll be together forever. No one can stop her not even you.

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mo0nfairy · 1 month ago

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ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ BLOMSTERTID, PART ONE !

summary :: Centuries-old mage, Y/N L/N, possesses magical abilities unheard of. A few citizens monopolize the remnants of magic they find, of which they now title “Hextech”. Hearsay of this power bleeds through all of Runeterra, until Piltover and Zaun find themselves in an anarchic war to obtain said power. Before Y/N can even blink, however, the humans neglect their plans when they realize they’d rather have Y/N instead.

chapters :: the masterlist.

word count :: 4.3k

content warnings :: NO SPOILERS! g/n reader, harassment, death, parental abuse/neglect, animal neglect/cruelty, & elements of sexism.

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ ⸺ The sun feels blistering as it blankets you in its sweltering embrace. Body sheen with sweat, you halt your early-afternoon endeavors and begin the lengthy journey home. The flowers you’ve spent the past several hours plucking now rest in your wicker basket. It will be the perfect apology for your parents, you surmise. After all, you are miles away from being the exemplary model-child they swore they raised you to be.

You take a moment to admire the Shurima empire in all of its glory. Even in the short frame of several decades, the discovery of this continent has managed to flourish so elegantly.

It is rare you are given the opportunity to see the fruits of the founder's labor. Nonetheless, you were not born in the lap of luxury. You were raised in the poor corners of civilization, which is exactly where you return to.

Stepping into the streets of the dank city, you are immediately met with the perfusion of dust and sand. You cough into your elbow from the sudden exposure (the mountain air has evidently spoiled your senses). All you can do is hope you survive the journey back home, and more crucially, the wrath of your parents.

You still have yet to forget the stifling look of enraged disappointment in their eyes from the day before.

A charming suitor, an impossibly rich one at that, gifted you a vase full of flowers native to his home country. You check off the list of physical and verbal cues your parents set out for you: batting your lashes, good posture, and how can you forget, the obnoxiously-flirtatious compliments and the innocent “damsel in distress” etiquette.

So engrossed in the tasks at hand, the vase in your hands then slips from your butter-fingers and shatters against the pavement. A few of the cracked pieces nick the suitors ankles.

He had some particularly colorful words for you. Now, there is certainly no hope of marriage with this man.

A selfish part of you is relieved. Marrying a man twice your age is a page torn straight from your worst nightmares. When you are inevitably faced with the incessant scolding of your parents, however, you find yourself wishing he’d just jam a ring on your finger and call it a day.

Doing anything to make your parents happy is the disposition you have molded your life around. Hence the flowers currently in your possession.

The very picosecond you became an adult, your parents scrambled to find you a spouse. Your mothers insistence on maintaining your “beauty” struck as strange, as you have never viewed yourself or others through an aesthetic lens. Even when a myriad of suitors were kicking your doors in to claim you as theirs, you still don’t understand where she is coming from.

After all, they take one glimpse at your (in your father’s words) eccentric personality and they’re making a dash for the hills.

It didn’t take long for you to understand that their proclamations of “ensuring a delightful life with me as my respected spouse” meant forging you into their submissive, braindead pet. So, in a petty, rebellious manner, you do not hinder the vibrance of your personality. Of course, you are acutely aware of how this behavior will never earn you a spouse. No man or woman would want something as unconventional as you, that has been made abundantly clear.

Because of this, you have resorted to pursuing other forms of validation from your parents.

Every ache that pulsates through your fingertips reminds of your utmost passion. Playing the harp has tended to your needs the way no suitor ever has.

You managed to snag the instrument when an indecisive elite tossed it out after a single attempt at learning how to play. It has now made a home in your bedroom, hidden behind the panel of the unfinished wall. When the weight of the world becomes too heavy (and when your parents have left the premises), you indulge in the peace the music provides. Every flick of your calloused fingers against the thick strings provides a solace you cradle close.

With this passion follows hope, as well. You’re positive that with enough effort, you can convince your parents to let you pursue the art of music instead of marriage. Soon, you’ll flaunt your polished skills with the harp and earn the approval of your parents. That is most imperative now.

Something furry then brushes against your leg. A familiar purr rustles against your skin. When you look down, you are not surprised to find a Poro.

It is common for the rich to own them as pets, but of course, you get the few bunch who grow tired of the animals and chuck them out like trash. A few find their way to the poor side of civilization, where the critters are now lethargic and emaciated from the abandonment of their caregiver.

The Poro's black, bulbous eyes peer at you in hesitation, before he flings his tiny body into the dark alleyway just ahead. You coo at the creature in an attempt at beckoning him back out from his hiding place. A fresh idea in mind, you dig a hand into your satchel and fish out the lunch you had forgotten to eat. It is mere scraps at most, but you have an inkling the little guy will be desperate for any form of nourishment.

Soon enough, you spot an eye peeking out from behind an empty wooden crate. When his gaze lands on the torn piece of bread in your hand, he takes a few cautious steps forward. Freezing periodically, anticipating your next move, the Poro soon makes it to your palm. His wide, slobbering tongue slithers around the small chunk of bread, before gathering it into his mouth.

Just as you reach your hand to pet the feathery tufts of fur atop his head, a door behind you bursts open. A burly man appears in the threshold, a tower of several more empty crates balanced in his fat arms. When the man's gaze meets yours, his expression drops into one of irritation.

“Goddamn L/N…”

He chucks the crates into a pile of many others, the collision loud and tumultuous. The Poro shrieks and scurries off into the distance.

“Thought I told you to stop feeding the strays. Fur-balls always come back for seconds.”

Animals have always struck a soft spot for you, more-so than others evidently deem admirable. You still remember the red-raged lecture you received from your father when you saved a suitor from a sly snake, before cooing at the slithering friend in your grasp and presenting it to the woman.

In your father’s eyes, this was apparently inappropriate of you. What would other suitors think, after all? That you’d bring wretched creatures like that into their mansions? The answer is obviously yes, but you’re better off without more incessant scolding from him.

You shove the remaining clumps of food back into your satchel as though the incriminating evidence would vanish once stashed away. As you do so, a prideful smile creeps onto the mans face, enlarged cheeks stretching wide.

“Finally meet someone stupid enough to set the date?” He asks, gesturing to your hand.

When you follow his gaze, you see the ring you crafted yourself, realizing he had mistaken its origins.

You have a tendency to sneak off into the rich side of Shurima and “borrow” a trinket or two. The ring you snagged happened to be an engagement ring a forgetful fiancé left by a bathroom sink. The intricacies and glittering shimmer were too stunning for you to ignore. So, the poor woman had to return home empty-handed that night.

“Never thought I’d see the day.” A mocking chortle exhales from the man's chapped lips.

“Poor bastard.” Another man chuckles.

The two clearly find the prospect of you marrying to be hilarious. You don’t have it in you to tell them the truth, knowing they’ll surely find a way to twist your words to fuel their amusement. The ring is not even on your ring finger, to begin with. Rather, your index finger.

You pretend to ignore the sounds of their wheezing laughter and hasten forward, desperate to escape their cruel words.

Unfortunately, these heavy words did not end with random pedestrians in the streets.

The very moment you enter your home, the anger of your father is almost palpable. It is uncomfortable and distressing, but foreseeable. With your track record, there is always something you’ve done to provoke his irritation. And the sight of you soiled with dirt and sweat leads him to wonder why he ever considered having a child in the first place.

“I… I figured we could give a bouquet to the suitor and his mother as an apology.” You present the flowers to him. “Perhaps not in a ceramic vase, this time.”

You accentuate your idea with a dry attempt at humor, despite knowing how aloof your father is. As expected, his expression remains stern. You can’t recall a time you have ever seen him smile, for that matter.

“Y/N…” He buries his face into his hands. “We’ve spoken about this…”

Ah, yes, how could you have forgotten?

Another lecture of millions instilled into your brain about how suitors only like someone who spends their time with meaningful tasks. These tasks include slaving the hours away cooking and cleaning, as well as raising enough children to fill a wagon. The mere thought of being prisoner to such responsibilities sends a wet shiver through your blood.

“Well…” You scoff. “You act as though any suitors still remain in town. What do you wish for me to do? Swim after their ship and grovel at their-?”

His fist slams into the surface of the table. The force causes you to flinch; you would not be surprised if a hole was forged from the impact. His ugly face twists into a scowl as he points an accusatory finger at you — another sight you know all too well.

“They have all left with no hope of marriage! Even with our offers of dowry, no man nor woman would ever want to waste a second more with you!”

He speaks nothing of the truth, but still, it pierces sharp.

“Day after day, your mother and I work tirelessly to ensure your future and you do nothing to express any gratitude!”

Speaking of the devil, your mother then enters the premises, startled from the sudden noise of her husband's anger. And like clockwork, her expression descends into one of disappointment at the sight of you.

“Dear Lord, what have you gotten yourself into now?” She stomps over and begins fussing over the stains of dirt and grass smeared into your clothes. “You are surely something arcane, child.”

You attempt to explain your intentions, but any hope of obtaining their approval falls on deaf ears. You should have known from the start they would not roll over so easily. Still, you keep crawling back to sit at their feet. Like a beaten dog desperate for a loving hand.

Your mother proceeds to force you through another tangent about the horrid state of your appearance. How your poor diet is clearly showing through your choice of clothing, how the sun will ruin your already hideous skin — another lecture of millions detailing everything you are doing wrong in your life.

“Beauty is not eternal, Y/N. You do not have much time before your attitude begins reflecting in your appearance.”

Her words may sting had that not been the plan in the first place.

What your parents fail to realize is that you are intending on allowing your “beauty” to decline. In the end, you’ll just be another atrocious, old bat who will never hear about the prospect of marriage again. Therefore, your parents will have no option but to support your dreams of music. Maybe then, they’ll finally learn to love you as you are.

“We cannot survive another season without marriage.” You hear your father mutter as he turns to face your mother. “Will you inform them or shall I?”

Your attention is now fully piqued, expressed through the furrowed brows and curious pout plastered on your face. Something that will provoke wrinkles, your mother always remarks.

Brutally, they enlighten you on how they intend on fixing your rebellious attitude.

In the dawn of the following week, you’ll board a ship with other troubled youth and sail across the sea. When you arrive on uncharted lands, you’ll be handed over to a man old enough to be your grandfather. Here, he will “train” you into becoming a better spouse for future suitors. Once you prove yourself to him, only then may you come back home. Set to be married the very second you return.

Nausea stirs in your stomach as the weight of the situation settles at your feet. You’ve been receded to that of an object; a ticket to obtain the fortune your parents so desperately crave.

“Is that truly your intention? Sell me off like livestock while you both lay here comfortably!?”

“I assure you, my child, this is for your own good-!”

With forced sympathy, your mother attempts to console you. You tear her cold, neglectful hands from your shoulder and glare at your parents, glossy eyes overwhelmed with anger. They do not respond further; they have said all they have needed to say.

Like a fussy toddler, you slam your basket onto the cement. The wicker weavings are now awkward and awry. With another scolding bridging on their tongues, you then stomp out of the house and slam the door in your departure.

The calluses in your feet pulse with every loose twig and pine cone you step upon. You neglect the unforgiving city and devote your journey to the forest, traveling as far as your body can take you. Past the spreading moss, the sky-high pines, the simmering fog; farther than you have ever ventured before. Anything to escape what remains at home. Why on earth would you want to return, anyway? To receive yet another lecture about your maturity? To inevitably be handed off to a stranger like chopped liver?

You’d rather starve beneath a canopy of branches before you ever board that damned ship.

Time passes unbeknownst to you as you explore further. When the sun begins its descent into the sky, only then do you realize how far you have traveled. At this point, you have become lost in the maze of trees. Finding your way out is a fool’s errand now, but in this moment, you almost find that as a blessing.

Fortunately for you and your weak self, you find a river stream and can practically feel your legs sigh with relief. The frigid temperatures are almost equivalent to that of a warm blanket, soothing your muscles of the incessant labor you’ve forced upon them. The water swooshes and sways against your feet, following the drifting stream.

When you spot a foreign cave nestled beneath the hill’s ledge, overwhelmed with ivy and greenery, your curiosity is snatched like a feeble mouse in the claws of a hawk. The entrance is illuminated by the rays of the setting sun, almost as though the universe wished for you to stumble upon this sight. The rest of the area is drowned in a vast darkness. Something inside of you wants to explore further, despite the dangers you are positive lurk within.

To test the waters, you grasp a loose stone and toss it into the dark depths. You expect a gentle thud to help you judge the distance inside. Instead, the wall within crumbles from your intrusion and the avalanche sends a surge of rocks and dirt your way.

Before you can question where you’ve obtained this sudden strength, an odd light sprouts from the darkness. The light is opalescent and dances in hues of violet and blue, almost swaying through the air like oil spilled into clear water. A tender frequency churns when the thundering destruction dies down. The sound shivers, but maintains an almost heavenly disposition.

Sparkling in the corner of your eye, your gaze shifts down to your feet. There, you find that same light appearing like an ink splotch beneath where you stand. It increases in brightness, before fading away like a snuffed candle. Then, the light glistens again a few inches ahead of you, before dying out the same way. This process continues onwards, pressing footsteps into the jagged stone and leading to the destruction you caused.

It’s as though something was beckoning you to step forward, yanking the strings of your curiosity like a child with a toy.

Now rendered silent (and any lasting rage eased), you tread further into the cave and follow the scintillating light. Peering a suspicious eye around the corner, you find the very last thing you expected.

A crater had been carved out by some form of impact. Surrounding the crater are glimmering crystals, now jutting out of the cave walls. In the middle is a hunk of rock, blistering in even more intensive hues of blue and purple. It pulsates, as though it were alive — its heart hammering just like yours.

For a reason you cannot explain, every cell in your body is alive with a strange, fiery exhilaration. The bliss encompasses your head, before spreading down to your toes, threading with every vein you possess. There is an underlying fear tickling the goosebumps across your skin, but the euphoria perceives it as delicious adrenaline.

Simultaneously, your entire body is oddly tranquil. Like you’ve been submerged in thick honey, blanketing your muscles in complacent ease.

It is an intoxicating oxymoron. So much so, you find yourself stepping closer to the ethereal boulder. When you are a mere feather touch away, your vision swims with delirium. It sways side to side in a sea of nauseous excitement.

Lifting a finger, you creep your hand closer to the boulder. A mere nudge of your fingertip against the rock and a blinding light floods the cave.

The magical, colorful aura is snatched away when a sudden force bludgeons through the expanse. Without a mere second to spare, you no longer feel the ground beneath your feet. Your body is thrust against the cave wall. Rock matter plunges straight into your skull.

And just like the closing curtains you’ve always dreamt of being behind, everything cuts to black. You’re now lost in a dark void. No thundering applause or flower bouquets to welcome you.

When you gain consciousness, you are overwhelmed with suffocating darkness.

Chunks of dirt flood your mouth, your eyes, your throat, and ensnare around your entire body. You struggle to no avail, with all of your limbs restrained beneath the weight forcing you down. Your heart thrashes like the bashing of a war drum. Oxygen abandons you and leaves your lungs burning with need.

The fear enveloping your bones intensifies with its bitter touch. It intensifies and hastens until your body cannot withstand the force of it all.

Another explosion pervades with a thundering force. Only this time, you are not met with harm. Instead, a light invades your vision.

Adjusting to the harsh intrusion of sunlight, you soon catch the sight of that familiar blue and violet light. They scatter in flickering specks through the air, like curious fireflies drifting through the Summer wind. As your eyes adjust to the new environment, you find yourself buried in a grave, of some sort.

Climbing your weak body out of the hole, your brain is infested with mountains of questions. Was that just a dream? How did that even happen? How did you end up here of all places?

Are you dead?

And, of course, that unhealed part of you wonders where your mother and father are and why you cannot cling to their comfort.

“Mama…” You whimper, not recognizing the voice crawling from your throat.

You feel like a fresh fawn on legs when you bring your weight to your wobbly knees. Stumbling through the newfoundland, it does not take long before your body fails you and you collapse at the edge of a river. Your attempts at catching your breath are halted to a stunned silence when you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the water.

The person you stare upon has been replaced by something different. Splotches of saturated colors splatter your skin, contrasting in varying sizes and hues. Most of which are the same purple and blue that have made a stark appearance time and time again. Your pupils, swimming in those same blistering-bright hues, have enlarged drastically. Your teeth are now crooked and bent as they jut in violent directions inside your mouth.

Trailing your gaze further, you find chunks of flesh missing from your body, which have now healed over rugged, rough, and raw. In the sun, incomprehensible gibberish glitters across your exposed flesh. Almost like some form of ancient rune. Sparkling when a certain patch of light hits it right.

Something undead — that is your conclusion. You have died and been revived as a monster, that must be what has occurred. You peer over your shoulder to the grave you were buried in to confirm this suspicion. As you do so, something captures your attention.

In the sand, a footprint stands out to you as explicitly familiar. You’d recognize the pattern of that shoe anywhere after the multiple occasions you spent sweeping the debris in your home.

Your father was here. Likely your mother, too.

The city must have heard the explosion from miles away, crowding to the source to identify the cause. In the debris, your parents had found you. Dead. In a sloppy attempt at concealing the truth of your disappearance, they had dug an impromptu grave and tossed the lifeless body of their only child within. No gravestone, no flowers, no proper burial. Absolutely nothing.

All for your name to be forgotten about and to never see the light of day again.

You cannot piece together where exactly everything went wrong, what heinous actions you pulled in the past to deserve such cruelty. For all the years of your fleeting life, you’ve been balancing on the tightrope of perfection. Every inch of you has been scrutinized like a passionate scientist. No matter what step you took, you were always too much in one area, while not enough in another.

Now, you are overwhelmed with the revelation that it was all for nothing.

It never earned you a spouse, it never earned you the status of a harp player, and most imperatively, it never earned you the love of your parents.

Betrayal squeezes the weight in your chest, snagging out rib-burning cries from your body. Globs of snot and tears embellish your deformed face. Standing to your feet, you can almost swear you heard a… Harp? The melodies swarm around you, like a lulling cloud of tranquility.

In your attempts to step forward and locate the source of the sound, the sudden sound of squelching twists beneath your feet.

When you glance to the ground, you find a flower blossoming just behind your ankle. It glistens with glitter, woven around the blue stems and fading into purple petals. When you take another step, the same occurrence happens. Another flower, just the same as the other, blossoms at the edge of your foot.

Your rendition of horticulture is weak, but you have never seen a flower quite like that before. Even when the richest suitors presented their collection of bouquets from all around the world, not a single flower shared a speck of familiarity with this new discovery.

The sounds of harp still hold your attention, but despite your efforts to locate the music, all you find surrounding you are fields of nature, accompanied by these strange flowers you’ve somehow conjured out of the dry soil. It was almost like the sounds of harp were reverberating from you; as though the strings resided in your chest.

Step after step, flowers continue to blossom and harp strings echo in celestial tunes. You do not know where you intend to go, but you now know that all you have centered your life around has proven to be immaterial.

The only thing you have now is yourself.

You dare to think that is all you need to survive.

To this day, this revelation proves to be correct. It manifests into everyday life where you have remained on the grounds of the Shimura Empire.

Thousands of years have now passed. The powers that cave had gifted you have now been utilized to your greatest ability. Your parents are long dead, your suitors found better spouses to continue their bloodline, and your precious harp is now a mere gust of wind. You’ve watched civilizations crumble and rebuild themselves to fruition, all while you maintain the same powerful, immortal body.

Who would have guessed that an “eccentric” personality like yours would lead you to where you are today?

Another year of thousands has reached its middle point. 2021 has begun like any other, but has suffered an abrupt shift when a few citizens tread a bit too close for your liking. It is merely a fragment of power they find. “Hextech,” they call it. With enough intricate studies and prosperous experiments, however, you fear it is only a matter of time before these scientists yank you from the comfortable shadows.

When hearsay bleeds through Runeterra of your powers being capitalized for violence, you know you have no choice but to stop them.

No matter what it takes.

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yolli-es · 1 month ago

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I’m so sorry I loved your yandere jinx headcanons I was just wondering if we could get a alphabet yandere jinx since we both love it

Yandere!Jinx alphabet 💥

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, mentions of death, mentions of blood, PROBABLY some points were misunderstood by me due to not knowing the language. LET ME KNOW IF I GOT IT WRONG!

Yandere!Jinx was liked by so many people :D

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Physical contact is number one on her list of "how to show people you're not disgusted by them." She certainly showers you with attention before the relationship begins, but you will notice a dramatic difference once it's official. Jinx tried to keep her boundaries and stay away from you for at least a couple of hours. But why would she do it now? You always hold hands, even when it's awkward and uncomfortable. Even if you're in the middle of a shootout right now, don't worry; she has a gun that she can use with one hand.

Most of the time, Jinx's hands reach out to you unconsciously. She doesn't worry about it much.

Another way Jinx speaks is by suddenly becoming talkative. She is usually not eager to tell anyone anything about herself, even if it's something insignificant like her favorite food or what she did that day. But with you, she can't shut up, she wants to tell you everything, preferably twice. You'll notice that at some point she'll stop talking right in the middle of her story, awkwardly looking down. After the question "What next?" she starts to beam and continue as if nothing happened. She likes it when you really listen.

Over time, Jinx will become greedier about this, and if you tell her "no," she will get angry.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Not really much messy. Jinx definitely won't just watch someone try to beat the crap out of you, but she won't destroy anyone who looks at you the wrong way either. More often than not, it ends with just one shot to the shoulder or knee. That was, is, and always will be the most clear explanation of why you shouldn't be killed.

She won't let them repeat what they started if one warning wasn't enough.

However, sometimes the voices get loud, and in a fit of rage, Jinx can kill a couple of people. Insecurity and doubts overcome her at such moments, and she sees no better way than to simply remove the threat and competition. She won't be sorry, but it certainly won't be part of her plan or desire.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Find yourself a replacement for Jinx, say you're going to leave, and she will kidnap you. She will never let you go so easily; it will not happen. Jinx will console herself with the fact that you are simply naive and stupid, that the other person took advantage of this, and now she is simply saving you from an irreparable mistake. After all, in reality, you do not want to leave her, and no one except her is really interesting to you, isn't it?

But Jinx isn't stupid after all. She knows what she's doing, and you definitely won't be thrilled by that. Jinx will be patient. As much as Jinx can be, of course. Yell at her, call her names, and try to break free; she will endure all this. Until you say that you will leave her forever, like everyone else before you. Her emotional breakdowns won't take long to come. During this, Jinx may scream, get angry, and even swing at you. But she will never hurt you, even if you are a pain in her ass. Even if you try to fight her, she will patiently endure the blows, simply immobilizing you and not causing additional damage.

Jinx didn't want to resort to it, and she's really worried that she's only made things worse.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Jinx will definitely control your every move and will be aware of everything that happens in your life. She sees nothing wrong with forbidding you to walk alone, communicate with certain people, and do dangerous work.

At first you'll even like it, but later you'll understand how suffocating it is. She won't leave you alone even in the shower, won't let you communicate with your childhood friend, and won't let you do your favorite archery. What once seemed like concern to you turned out to be just the whims of her insecurity.

"All this is too dangerous; you know that I want the best for you, trinkly?" Jinx will say for the thousandth time with the most innocent eyes in consolation, knowing full well that your opinion about this is of no interest to her. You know this, but you still fall for it, unable to escape its trap.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Jinx tells you a lot, but not everything. She finds it hard to be vulnerable with you, even though she knows how warmly you embrace her flaws. Whenever she thinks about telling you about her past, Mylo shuts her down. Jinx can't help but think that her past makes her a weak Powder, and you only need a strong Jinx. And she can't be a disappointment for you, that's what Claggor said to her.

Only once will she be able to tell you her real name.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Surprise, adrenaline, pride, affection and a strong desire to suppress it.

She appreciates your fighting spirit, but she can't ignore your attempts at resistance, no matter how much she wants to. After all, it could become a problem in the future, and Jinx genuinely doesn't want to confront you in a serious fight. No matter how strong you are and how seriously you attack Jinx, all your attempts will be a joke in her eyes. You will never compare to her sister in this.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It depends on her mood, the weather, her plans for the day, and the noise level of the voices in her head that day. Jinx is very unpredictable, so one moment she's laughing and counting to ten, and the next she's threatening to amputate your legs. You know these are just threats, so Jinx has to chase you around the building until she catches you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

That moment when you told her you didn't need her and wanted to leave for the first time. That was when she kidnapped you, and you so desperately wanted freedom.

Jinx had definitely gone crazy, and the echoes of your words still tormented you both. Unfortunately, you said it too confidently, viciously, and sensually. Jinx was silent for a couple of seconds, while her breathing stopped, her pupils became wider, and her face turned pale. After realizing how serious this was, Jinx jumped up from her seat and rushed towards you. But not with the purpose of hitting, but only to put your tied hands on her throat. She didn't even cry while she frustratedly told you to kill her since you didn't need her under your hysterical screams and requests to forget about it. She looked so apathetic, broken, and disappointed that you began to hate yourself for it. Why did you say that? Do you hate this fragile girl so much? You couldn't stop thinking about it while you tearfully begged Jinx to stop strangling herself with your hands.

You apologized more than a hundred times that day, and you will never forget this the scene. It is truly traumatic to watch your beloved girl strangling herself with your hands because of the cruelty of your own words.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Next to her, and the rest is completely unimportant. Jinx never thinks about the future, wanting to live in the present. It is difficult for her to follow the plan in Zaun, so she can only hope.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

She's jealous as hell, and there's no better way to deal with it than to blow something up. Someone, to be precise. She won't be able to do this and will simply shoot them. Jinx is very insecure and thinks that everyone around her is a better option than her. She is afraid that you will also realize this as you become more sociable, so Jinx does everything possible to prevent this.

Jinx herself doesn't realize how jealous she is. Just doesn't want to realize. She won't take responsibility for it, so denying the problem is the best way to survive it.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

If you're here, it means Jinx is nearby and everyone knows it. She'll be back in a few minutes and let everyone see Jinx obsessed, dependent, and loving again. She won't hesitate to hold your hand, body, or even your ass in front of everyone. She doesn't indulge in kissing often, but sometimes Jinx feels the need to do it, even if it's awkward for you while everyone is watching.

She can't stay too far away from you; it physically hurts her.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

What would seem romantic and loving in Zaun? Protection and shelter for free. That's what Jinx did first. It seemed most logical to her to do it in a way you understand and only then resort to the romance she knows. Without saying a word to you, Jinx will sort out your problems as deftly as she creates her weapons. Still, the years with Silko take their toll, and even the most fearsome thugs are just children to her. Don't think too much, and just enjoy caring from Jinx before she gets too much.

Then don't be surprised when you see burning buildings in Piltover with the words "love my trinkly <3" written on them.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Jinx with you and Jinx without you are completely different, strangers to each other.

People who have never dealt with Jinx and see her for the first time with you mistakenly think that she is just a petty idiot and everyone around is afraid of her for nothing. Never shows violence, uses small guns, and is just busy with you most of the time.

And then they meet the real Jinx. She still seems harmless, but her aura is suddenly completely different. You don't know what to expect. Laugh at her, but don't shout too loudly when she jokingly rips your arm off because you weren't paying attention to her instructions. "Oh, it's not fatal; don't whine like that. Shut up and listen," Jinx smiles tightly, making funny faces. She'll give him the shimmer, but not right away; maybe it'll teach him to take life-threatening situations right in front of them more seriously. Only then do they get it.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Not too cruel, something like "no dessert this time." Jinx doesn't see you as particularly dangerous or serious about escaping.

But what if she senses it? Jinx will lock you away somewhere for an indefinite period of time again. If you were close to escaping, be prepared for heavy security measures and possibly no chance of ever getting out. There are no windows, minimal furniture, and belongings; your hands and feet will always be chained to the wall. Don't make her do soft upholstery in the room; don't hit yourself the walls.

Jinx may punish you during sex, but it will be playful and for pleasure.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

It's easier to say that you will be allowed to do basic things like eating food, have a safe hobby, go outside, participate in safe deliveries, attend negotiations, and help Jinx in the workshop. Of course, all this together with Jinx and nothing more.

Remember, she does all this out of caring.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

As I said, as patient as Jinx can be. She forgives you a lot of things. A lot, but not everything.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. This will be the end for her.

One can only imagine what she will do. Kill herself? Go completely mad? Blow up all of Piltover? Start a war? Perhaps she will do all of these things in order. Jinx's psyche is cracking every day, and you were the only one who supported her. Someone who would always be there and who she could rely on in difficult times. She did everything she could just to know that you would feel all the love, care, and acceptance from Jinx. If you abandon her like everyone else after all this, then what is left for her to exist for? All the good will be destroyed by her own hands, and she will not be able to forgive for it.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

She let you go when you confessed your love to her, and your relationship became official. Of course, not right away and only after Jinx was convinced of it. Sometimes she even doubts her sensitivity to the emotions and real desires of other people.

She regrets that abducting you, but she'll do it again if she feels the need. Jinx just hopes it doesn't affect you too traumatically and that you understand why she's doing it.

For love and only for love.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Jinx has always had her own peculiarities, and after Vi and Silco left her, they only made the problems she already had worse. Insecurity, a sense of worthlessness, and weakness haunt her every day. She desperately needs to have support, someone she can trust and not be afraid of being abandoned again.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Shit. It's like her soul was turned inside out.

Jinx is very good at understanding people's emotions and their intentions. After spending a lot of time with you, Jinx can tell by just one look that something was wrong with you. And she immediately starts feeling the same way. No matter how good she feels, everything changes if you feel differently. So when you scream, cry, and are completely broken, Jinx feels the same way. It's hard for her to be supportive at that moment because grief has overwhelmed her too. But she still will be there, always. And no matter how shitty or super good you feel, Jinx will always share your feelings.

Only once did she manage to look at you blankly while you cried and screamed, pleading with her to forget your words.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

While other yandere act by the rule "you will be mine!", Jinx is more like "I beg you to be mine".

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None. Sorry, but she is too smart and sensitive to understand your true intentions. All that remains is to hope for her mercy.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, no, and no again. Jinx wants you to stay, not break.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You are the only one who looks good in her eyes in any state and the only one who attracts her sexually. She will definitely idolize you, although she may not tell about it.

Jinx will also do anything. Tell her to make you president, and she will. Don't be silly about it; Jinx will take your task seriously and will expect love and appreciation in return.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? (This is the question that I couldn't understand, so the answer is short)

Not for long. Jinx is impatient, and her feelings weigh on her more than most people.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No matter how carefully Jinx treats you, no matter how loving and patient she tries to be, you will still break. It is impossible to be sane when your entire world is filled with just one person. There will be too much Jinx and too little of the other world. You will also face a lot of manipulation just to stay with her, many of which will be traumatic.

And yet, you love Jinx. You did.

I spent 4 hours of my life on this, and I'm still not happy with the result. It could have been better, but I'm just tired of writing this, and it might be noticeable in the end..

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Yandere Ekko Headcanons

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⏳ You both grew up in the shitty underground Zaun and you both want better for the people you are around

⏳ If anything goes wrong, he'll reverse time so that it can go just right. You see him as the perfect guy

⏳ He'll never kidnap you, because he would never want to take your freedom away, because he knows how much he loves it

⏳ He wants to make Zaun a better place and you both share that goal, which bonds the both of you. You want to see the place you love succeed and you both love the people of Zaun- Even if some of them aren't that great.

⏳ He's very watchful. He loves to watch you, no matter what you're doing. Sometimes you don't even know you're being watched

⏳ He adores you more than you could ever know and would do anything for you

⏳ You have always been joint at the hip, so you know everything about each other

⏳ He's scared of disappointing you and you leaving him forever. He can't lose you

⏳ If you even think of leaving him or that someone is going to take you away, he can get... well violent

⏳He just can't bear to live without you and it would break him apart to lose you

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ijwrsmff · 1 year ago

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Romantic! Yandere Silco with an overworked female who desperately needs rest but can't relax. He has tried to be subtle and exert his control from the shadows slowly over time but he feels he has to step in now. He thought he was prepared but it is hard for him to take care of someone who is scared of him and what may happen at any moment. Silco learns that being soft and gentle with his dear works much better than kidnapping or threats.

Here you go :3 I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting, Silco is 1000000% husband material. I love him so damn much wuijakcfbnx

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He had tried to steal your heart. It didn’t work. You sat there, tied to a chair, with Silco staring over you. He circled the chair, and gently touched your shoulders and arms as he walked around you. “Darling…you have yet to even say a word to me. What is it you want? Anything you desire…you can have. As long as you’ll be mine.” He stopped directly in front of you and took note of the tears that had fallen each time he entered the room.

“P-please…just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone you did it, I just want to go home.” You whimpered and tried to recoil back when he knelt down to your level so you could stare into his eyes…those terrifying eyes. They didn’t even look human. It only spiked your feelings of fear.

He looked at your face, your tears and expression. When he went to wipe your tears, he stopped before he could touch you. That look…how you flinched and closed your eyes as you whimpered. It broke what was left of his heart. “If…that is what you wish. However, I can’t part from you for long. We’ll strike a deal, then.” Silco started to untie you, and you looked confused if anything.

“A…deal?” It sounded awful. What if he was only untying you to torture you? However he hadn’t hurt you yet. Except for the slight burns from the ropes. “What kind of deal?” You stayed still as he untied you, not wanting to find out if he really intended on hurting you.

“Yes. A deal. If you come back here, to my location once a week, you may have your freedom. However you must stay the full 24 hours. You spend hours upon hours doing paperwork. This one day of relaxation could prove beneficial for us both. That is all I ask.” He smiled, but the smile left his face as soon as you jumped out of the chair and put distance between you.

“Why? Why do I have to come back?” Skeptical, and slightly fearful it made you furrow your brows and try to hide the remaining terror on your face. He was an extremely powerful man, he practically ran the lanes. “What…do you intend to do with me while I’m here?”

Silco respected your distance, though he wanted there to be little to none between you. He didn’t do so much as step closer. “I want to see you. That’s all, darling.” His genuine look made you even more confused. If he really meant it, then you had gained the attention of possibly the most dangerous man in the underground. If he wasn’t being honest…he was a damn good actor.

“If…if you swear to not harm me…I don’t think I have another choice…” It was concerning, knowing you had to meet with the man weekly. “What will you do?” He never answered your question. “What will you do to me?” Part of you didn’t even want to know the answer. The other part wanted to be prepared for what was to come.

“I aim to win your heart. I have had my eye on you longer than you can imagine. We will eat together, read together…anything your heart desires.” This time he did take a step forward, and when you stepped back he raised his hands on surrender. “We’ll do this the easy way, okay?” He held out a hand, waiting for you to grab it.

To him, it wasn’t even the “easy” way. Though for you it may be. He realized that kidnapping, torture wasn’t the way to win you over. He knew you liked simple things, crafting and music. Perhaps he could really give this a try. Doing things more “traditionally”, even if harsher methods were more common and even simple for him.

You looked at him for a long time, eyeing his hand outstretched to you. But you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed him. With that in mind, you held his hand. It was…cold. Just as you assumed his heart was.

He led you home, and it wasn’t in the least surprising how he knew exactly where it was and how to get there. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time. It was a display of ownership, but even moreso, protection. People would see him with you, and either pity you…or be fearful of you. You were holding hands with someone who is known to be powerful. In that way…it seemed you had your own bit of power now. For as long as he wouldn’t harm you.

From then on, you followed through with your deal. At first it was terrifying, being escorted by Sevika or another guard dog of Silco’s, but you got used to it eventually. In fact…you found you actually really enjoyed spending time with him. He was polite, to you at least. And he had a sweet relationship with Jinx, who you’d also gotten pretty close to. It was…nice.

Today was another day that you were aiming to go see Silco. It was earlier in the day when you woke up, so you headed in that direction. He had sent many letters, requesting that you take breaks. He really must have eyes on you at all times. To be honest…you really were overworking yourself. You were tired, zombie-like even. It was really calming to see Silco. For some reason you didn’t quite understand yet.

There were many people on the street, but the closer you got to Silco’s “lair”, the fewer people there were. It shifted from commonfolk, to mainly Silco’s henchmen of sorts. You recognized a lot of them, as Silco would often have to respond to problems in his plans that he had directed those henchmen to do. It was almost funny how he constantly got onto you for overworking yourself, when he did it to himself as well.

The streets were mostly desolate. But it seemed it wouldn’t be peaceful in the slightest, given who approached you. It was a regular man, but he would prove to be quite the problem. He was clearly drunk, and staggered towards you. The others looked at him suspiciously, knowing you were under Silco’s care.

“You’re Silco’s, huh? Why not be mine?” He hiccupped and almost tripped as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His breath reeked of booze, and a guard or two got closer in case the situation escalated. Did he really think that the “pick up line” would work?

“No thank you.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders and walked closer to Silco’s main building. Not getting very far, you stopped when he grabbed your arm. Hard. He either had no idea how strong he was, or he was trying to hurt you on purpose.

“Come on, I’m fun. That jackass probably has no idea how to have a good time.” He leaned closer and you locked eyes with one of the henchmen. Silently begging for help. You weren’t very strong, so breaking free of this firm grasp was extremely difficult. Given how exhausted you were from working nearly all night, it only amplified the feeling of helplessness.

Luckily the guard saw your look and rushed over. He knew he’d be in deep trouble if he didn’t step in and you were harmed further. Silco had made it very clear you were not to be touched, harmed, or even looked at “wrong”. So when the man grabbed you, he was already in trouble. Silco wouldn’t care about the reasonings if you were harmed in any way, and punish anyone in the area.

Another guard ran up, and removed the drunk’s hand forcefully. With how he screamed, it wouldn’t be surprising if that arm was broken. The guard led you to Silco’s office, and looked fearful when he noticed the bruising on your arm.

“What happened?” His words were cold, devoid of any emotion. You knew what that tone meant, and you knew someone…or multiple someones…were about to get hurt. Bad. Maybe even killed. That was not good. Not good at all.

Before anyone could respond, the other guard walked in with the man who grabbed you in tow. He was screaming profanities and trying (but failing) to remove himself from the guard’s grasp. “He grabbed y/n. Hard. We stopped him as soon as we saw it happening, but he was on her before we could get there.”

Silco spoke, and directed you to his chair, and made you sit on his lap, facing him. He ran his fingers over your arms and looked at you adoringly. It almost made the following words feel less terrifying. Almost. “Take him to Sevika.”

He then ignored everything else, and you tried to as well. “Are you okay, my love?” He rubbed the spot covered in a hand shaped bruise. Very gently, mind you. He didn’t want to hurt you, he was simply observing the damage. “He will be dealt with. Never to harm you again.”

“You don’t have to hurt him! He probably didn’t realize how hard he was grabbing me…” You wanted to save his life. Knowing that those who crossed Silco usually didn’t make it out alive. The ones that did? They lived. But only as a warning to those who dare try the same thing they did.

He even ignored that statement. “Darling…you look so tired. Had you not obeyed my instructions and taken a rest?” He took note of the bags under your eyes, and how utterly drained you looked now that you were on his lap and he could see you closer. “You know you don’t need a job. You can stay in your home, and allow me to take care of everything.”

You felt extremely vulnerable at that moment. It did sound…appealing. “But…I don’t know what I would do if I had no job. It’s important, it keeps me busy and I hate not having anything to do…” But your argument continued to grow weaker. You had talked through this many times before, and you know he hated you overworking yourself as you did.

“I could always provide you with things to do. You could even work for me, as an assistant of sorts.” He smiled and used one hand to cradle your face, the other arm wrapped around your back. “You would never have to worry about anything ever again.”

“Then…we should make another deal.” It was bold of you to say, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t spark his interest. If it were in his benefit, of course he would. His word was his bond, and you both knew that.

“What are the conditions of your deal?” It was a fond memory, remembering the deal you had made all those weeks ago. His smile was small, he didn’t often have a big smile. Only with you and Jinx.

“I work for you…and quit my other job. But I stay here…with you. Instead of my old home. And…” You blushed a little bit, and looked away from him. It took a few deep breaths for you to gather the courage to say the next bit, “And…you stay with me. So we are…together. And you promise not to cast me aside.” It was terrifying, getting those words out.

You had come to care about Silco, deeply. He was different with you, than anyone else you had seen him with. Softer, more genuine. Your countless “dates”, movie nights, dinners, coffee breaks, hugs…everything.

His smile was small still, but his eyes lit up. Silco was clearly the happiest man in the world at this exact moment. Having you in his arms, and now knowing you really did want to be with him? It was possible he’d never been happier.

“Deal.”

Maybe…just maybe…the easy way paid off in the end sometimes. He would have waited his whole life for you to accept him in this way. But be careful…because now?

He would never let you go.

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