#Yandere rdr1

[frostbitemutt]

some Jack marston hcs? Low honor more specifically 👀

Oh dear. But, Yes. Yes I will. This is low honor. Don't expect anything less than awful 💀.

Yandere! Low honor! Jack Marston hcs

Warnings: gender neutral darling, yandere trope, forced "relationship", obsession, stalking, harassment, unwanted crude flirting, perverted comments, non-consensual kissing and touching mentioned (nothing explicit), breaking and entering, kidnapping, violence, murder, sadism

Main traits:

|perverted/possessive/violent/sadistic|

✘ John Jack Marston Jr. Better to just call him Jack. A raunchy 19 year old trying to imitate his less than a saint father. On track to being an outlaw... yeah.. you're pretty fucked. He's an absolute little shithead.

✘ I'm going to assume you're a local townsfolk, maybe a store clerk, farmer, or maybe you're just his neighbor. You'll know when you've caught his eye. He makes it more than clear. Hounding you around town. Cat-calling you.

✘ His comments are perverted "They tell me I'm at my sexual peak sweetheart..", "Come on, just one kiss.", "are you are aroused as I am?".. and other comments. Very much to your dismay. Dosen't matter your gender. The perversion dosen't stop at words. If you don't have your curtains shut.. you may have to deal with a peeping Tom. His hands wander where they shouldn't, attempting to grab at you, pull you in close enough for him to kiss.

✘ He's possessive of you. You're not in a relationship. Hell you're not even friendly with him. You're definitely less than that. He still feels you're his regardless of the fact you hate his ass. No other man or woman needs to be looking or touching up on you. That's his job. Not theirs. He won't stand by and let someone else harrass you either. To him it's only okay when he does it. Hypocrite. Threatening, dueling, and shooting people left and right.

✘ Just like his daddy, he's violent. Wouldn't John be proud? Probably not. I already mentioned him shooting randos down. Your friends? They're found with a ludicrous amount of bullet holes. Lover? Yeah their head got blow clean off with a shotgun, sorry. You ain't off the hook either. He'll tackle you to the ground and manhandle you in a fit of anger. He'll shout real loud too. Sudden and explosive is how his temper runs.

✘ Sadism is something that shines through a bit in Jack. Now he's not going out of his way to harm or hit you most of the time, unless he's feeling petty. Maybe he'll give you a mildly harsh kick to your side. However that dosent mean he isn't at all. Your tears, your screams, your sobs, and your insults...make him feel all funny inside as he'd put it. Yuck. He'll laugh and snort at you most of the time. Mocking you and your fear. Maybe even make some pig noises at you to add some salt to the wound.

✘ You swear, you wake up at least once a week to a weird noise in your home. Window or door suddenly cracked open, not even cracked, more like wide open. Yet you can't find no one. Oh, yeah, mutiple items go missing too. Lots of clothes. Toothbrush. Notebooks if you got any. Were there always boot prints in your carpet? Your bed feel oddly warm? Nope. It was Jack. Who else.

✘ Escape is certainly.. difficult when he goes to kidnap you. He abuses the fuck out of his lasso. Running away on foot? Lasso. On horse? Get the fuck over here. Lasso. Move more than 30 feet from him? Lasso. That point he's doing it cause he thinks it's funny. Unfortunate for you. Not to downplay the fear that comes with it. Thinking you're free, only to be yanked off your horse and hogtied to the back of his.

✘ It's all much worse when he has you isolated, in his home. No police you can snitch to, bystanders to chase him off, or neighbors of yours to questioning him snooping about. He's dosen't bother restraining himself, he was barely before. Sloppily kissing you, hands grasping wherever he can, shoving you against the nearest solid surface. It's vile.

✘ You'll have to endure more of his tantrums than ever. Grumbling when you refuse to talk to him, because why would you want to? Pouting and stomping his foot when you push him away from you. Going on rants when you won't stop crying. His mood changes day from day. Luckily after a bit you might be able to read his face and tell when he's about to to blow a fuse. You can brace yourself for his delusional complaining.

✘ Don't loose all hope. Escape is possible. Now I'm not going to say Jack's stupid, he isn't. However we're still talking about a 19 year old. (I'm almost 19 I can throw shade). He doesn't have a plethora experience like his dad or an older outlaw. He's a new adult on a violent power trip. If he leaves the house, check the locks, he might have forgotten one. Try to knock him unconscious in his sleep or.. more permanent if you're absolutely certain you can. That's the more risky option. If you can act well enough, you can possibly convince him to let you outside with him. If he does? Book it.

[agyraty]

yandere kieran duffy maybe??

Of course!! Now I’m just going to warn you, I’ve never written Yandere once in my life, so I’m hoping this is good. I tried not to change him too much, keeping him as closely to his original character as possible despite the Yandere aspect.

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That’s not Love

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Kieran Duffy x Reader

Summary: Kieran calls it love, but you call it an unhealthy obsession.

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From the moment the O'Driscoll boy caught sight of you while bound to a tree, he was captivated. Your sense of style, the assertive stance you took with folks like Micah, and the kindness you showed everyone, him included, all drew him in. The sway of your hips as you walked, and your gentle beauty, fascinated him; he found you intriguing and admirable.

He’s finally been allowed to walk freely around camp, doing as he pleased. And he always found himself staring at you, watching your every move. Soon, he found himself volunteering to help you during missions, or brush your horse, even help you with chores, just so he could get to closer to You.

After awhile, you and him became friends. You’d always find yourself sitting with him near the fire or during meals, and on almost all of the missions Dutch sends you on, he’s almost there with you, which you found a bit weird, but you pushed it off as Dutch wanting to get Kieran working.

It’s just became a normal thing, you’re always with the man. You even stand up for him when Bill, Javier, or Micah tease him about being an O’Driscol. Which was another reason he found himself so attracted to you.

Weeks turned into months, and Kieran’s obsession just grew even more. He began leaving anonymous Gifts in your tent every night. Things ranging from flowers, love letters, to jewelry and small trinkets.

You found it odd, having a secret admirer leave you stuff. You so desperately wanted to know who it was leaving you such gifts, and you looked at all the possibilities at camp. Never once did you suspect it to be Kieran.

At first, you tried to figure out who it was, asking the girls if they heard about anyone talking about it, or maybe even seen who it was.

But no body knew who your admirer was, so after awhile you just gave up, excepting all the kind gifts you got without thought. Obviously who ever was doing it didn’t have any bad intentions, right?

You’ve also noticed that a lot of the guys in the gang suddenly started to avoid you, Only speaking to you when they needed to.. it was strange.

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Well today wasn’t to different from any other day, you walked around camp, did your chores, conversed with friends, and of course, spent time with Kieran.

Currently, Kieran was busy tending to his horse, so you sat by the fire by yourself, relaxing your aching muscles.

Kieran brushed his horse, tending to its muddy coat, gently scraping out the dirt. He watched you closely as he did so, his eyes never leaving your resting body. His eyes scanned your face, watching as the fire shined against you, its Orange and yellow light dancing along your fine features, illuminating your beauty.

Kieran snapped out of his thoughts once he saw Javier striding over to the camp fire, a charming smile on his face as he stopped just beside you.

You brought a hand up to rub your eyes gently, looking to the side. Suddenly, you heard the familiar voice of Javier call out your name.

“Hey.” He spoke softly, taking a seat on the dirt next to you. “Hi, Javier.” You turned your head to face him, a soft smile playing in your lips as you watched him get onto the ground.

He starts a conversation, his words flowing effortlessly, filled with anecdotes and questions that draw you in. His hand gestures add animation to his tales, and he listens to your responses with genuine interest, his eyes alight with amusement.

On the sidelines, Kieran's presence is like a silent shadow, his eyes never straying away from the duo. The sight of Javier's easy manner with You stirs a storm within Kieran, his emotions swirling like leaves in the wind. There's a sharp tug in his chest, a possessive instinct that he can't shake off.

He knew he shouldn’t be thinking this, considering you were his, and he wasn’t yours, but Every laugh shared between you two feels like a personal affront, as if Javier’s challenging him, like Javier’s trying to take away what belongs to him. His fingers clench into fists at his sides, the brush that was in his hand now dropped to the floor, the mirthful scene before him fueling a strange feeling of anger, of resentment. A bitter taste of jealousy resided on his tongue as he stands back, trapped in his own troubled thoughts.

He couldn’t help but think that it should be him over there, laughing with you, tlaking with you just like always, not Javier. Javier was getting to close to what was his. And Kieran didn’t take to kindly to that.

Kieran decides that he’s had enough, that he couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.

Kieran's beginge to walk over, every move he made was carefully calculated. His smile is a well-rehearsed curve of lips, not quite matching the mixture of angry feelings he felt deep down. "Javier, always the early bird, I see," Kieran offers with an airy chuckle that sounds more like a challenge than genuine humor.

Javier, unbothered by Kieran's presence, smirks and replies, "Just taking in the good company before the vultures swoop in." He spoke casually, but his words carry an edge to them, a subtle acknowledgment of the tension between them.

Kieran leans in closer, his voice a low purr meant only for Javier's ears. "You know, it's fascinating how you always seem to linger. But then again, some people are naturally drawn to the light, even if it burns." The insult is wrapped in velvet, but the threat is unmistakable. You stand there, eyes darting between the two men. You had no idea what was happening, nor what they were talking about.

Javier's response is quick, his ‘Friendly’ smile never faltering. "And some are too busy casting shadows to recognize when they're standing in someone else's sun." The air between them is tense as they try to play off their obvious disdain for each other, each man marking his territory with words as sharp as knives.

The back-and-forth continues, Kieran's jokes becoming more pointed, his patience wearing as thin as the veneer of civility that coats them. Then, a particularly barbed comment from Javier pierces through Kieran's armor, hitting a raw nerve.

Kieran's laughter dies down and his expression darkens, the atmosphere quickly changed. "You think you're clever, don't you? Let's see how witty you are when you're the one being laughed at.” Kieran hisses, the mask of friendliness slipping to reveal a bit of what he was truly feeling.

You quickly looked over at Kieran, his sudden outburst shocking you. He’d never spoken to anyone like that before, he normally acted all timid and scared, but now.. he seemed completely unfazed, the expression on his face dark and intimidating.

The change in Kieran was startling, like witnessing a shadow come to life. His usual shyness was long gone, replaced by a steely resolve that seems alien on his normally gentle features. The atmosphere tensed even further, as if the air itself is holding its breath, waiting for what Kieran will do next.

You can't help but feel slightly uneasy, watching this new side of him emerge. It's as if he's shed his meek exterior to reveal something much more dark beneath. His eyes, once filled with hesitation, now burn with a cold fire, and his posture is straight and rigid, every muscle tense and coiled like a spring.

"Is everything okay, Kieran?" you ask, voice slightly caseous, the concern evident in your voice. You're trying to reach the friend you know, the one who's always been more keen on retreating from conflict rather than causing it.

Kieran's gaze quickly lands on you, and for a seocnd, you see the flicker of the normal Kieran that you know, the vulnerability returning in the depths of his eyes. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, his expression hardening once more. "I'm fine," he says, though his tone suggests anything but that. “Just tired of playing the part of the harmless one, that's all."

Your eyes widen slightly. Playing the part? What does he mean playing the part? Has he.. has he been faking his personality this whole time? Your gaze remains on his body as you watch him closely, And you notice how everything about him has changed. He’s standing meow straight up and assertive, rather than his slightly hunched and shy posture. His face is more hard unlike his normal gentle expression. And the way he speaks, is so much more different.

The mere thought of it sends your mind spinning. The Kieran before you is like a puzzle with pieces that don't fit the image you've always known. It's slightly unsettling, the idea that he might have been wearing a mask all this time. His new demeanor is like a rude awakening – assertive, confident, almost a stranger compared to his old personality.

"Kieran, what do you mean?” Your question is gentle but probing, an attempt to peel back the layers of this sudden change. You're reaching out for answers, you need to get to the bottom of this.

Kieran's gaze flickers past and lands on Javier with a dismissive sneer. "Why don't you go bother someone else, Javier?" he snaps abruptly, his voice carrying a sharp and cold tone. The unexpected harshness in his tone seems to cut through the air, and with an annoyed look, Javier turns on his heel, walking away without another word.

With Javier gone, Kieran's attention shifts back to you, his posture relaxing slightly, but his expression remains intense. He takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours for any type of reaction. "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't stand it anymore," he begins, his voice softer now, but laced with a slight desperate tone, maybe even crazed. "I've been trying to keep this to myself, but it's driving me crazy. I'm in love with you. I'm the one who's been leaving you those little gifts you find, hoping they'd bring a smile to your face."

He takes a deep breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if grappling with the weight of his confession. "And it's been me, joining you on those missions without even asking Dutch. I wanted to be there to protect you, to be close to you. I've been... I've been scaring off any guy that gets too close because the thought of someone else being with you—it's unbearable. That’s why people haven’t been speaking to you so much lately, but that’s a good thing. That’s how it should be.”

The expression kn his face was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It was almost crazed, desperate. If you were being honest, it scared you.

“.. And that’s the way it should be.”

You looked back at him as he said that. “What..?” You whispered, shock present in both your tone and present on your face.

“I’m the only one that you need, I’m the only one that deserves to talk to you.” He stepped closer, looming over you with an unreadable facial expression. You stumble back, trying to keep some space between the two of you.

Your brows were knitted together tightly as you tried to wrap your mind around what he was saying.

“Why can’t you see that this isn’t bad? That I’m what you need, and no one else?” He reached out to grab your hands in his, but you quickly swatted them away. “Don’t touch me.”

Your heart hammered against your chest, a mixture of fear and disbelief coursing through your veins. "You can't just decide what I need, Kieran," you said, your voice firm despite the slight tremble running through your body. "You can't force someone to want you or to be with you."

He looked taken aback, as if your resistance was something he hadn't anticipated, as if he excepted you to just be okay with this whole thing. “But I love you," he insisted, his voice softening. "I've done everything for you. Can't you see that?"

"You're talking about love, but what you're doing isn't love at all," you countered, finding the strength to finally counter his response.. "Love is about respect and choice, Kieran. You can't protect me from the world, just like can't lock me away from it either."

"I need some time to think about all of this..”

As you turned to walk away, You hoped that when you faced each other again, it would be with a new understanding and a healthier perspective on what it really means to care for someone.

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[yanderes-galore]

Can I request general hc for Arthur from RDR 2?

I can try, sure! I apologize if any information is wrong, I tried to research as best as I could ^^; Not proofread, may have mistakes.

Yandere! Arthur Morgan Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Murder mention, Blood, Stalking, Threats, Kidnapping, Fear of loss, Angst, Actually sad near the end, Forced companionship/relationship.

An important thing to know about Arthur is this; He knows he's a bad man.

There are times he's kind, polite, and playful.

But overall he knows he's hurt people, will hurt people, and that he isn't the most likable person to most.

Which means, while he may be very caring and protective of you, he can do some downright diabolical things to have you.

Arthur is a very complex and emotional character, I hope in this concept I can respect that aspect about him.

He may be a better yandere on his high honor path, but he still is capable of some bad things.

He's even worse on his low honor path.

It's funny how an outlaw and criminal like him can treat you with such care despite the amount of blood on his hands.

Arthur is quick to resort to violence, murder, and intimidation... but still doesn't do unnecessary revenge or killing.

He is fully aware of the blood on his hands... but treats you with respect.

Arthur treats you as though you're innocent, even if you are in the gang.

He could be like a close friend to you... a mentor... or even a lover.

Regardless of his intentions he is very intent on meeting your needs.

I imagine when Arthur first meets you he tries not to be attached.

With his line of work, anything could happen.

You or him could be shot in any sort of altercation, so he tries to put up walls.

Although, soon he's attached to you, acting playful and concerned about you.

Arthur is definitely someone in denial about his obsession for a long while.

But eventually he caves, craving the comfort you give him.

Arthur doesn't blame you if you're scared of him.

Your fear is deserved, after all.

But your fear does not change how much he cares for you.

Arthur is a man who threatens, steals, murders, etc.

He really doesn't care too much about what he does due to being raised by Dutch.

He sometimes has remorse... but if he does something to protect you, he prioritizes that.

Arthur is at first not very affectionate.

Yet as he gets attached he ends up hugging you, perhaps going further if that's his intentions.

Arthur is scared of his own death, but he's also scared of yours.

When it comes to you he tries to think things through, he thinks of ways to protect you and care for you.

If you're in the gang then he thinks of ways to get you out of it.

He wants you safe, he feels you shouldn't live a life such as this.

If he can... he wants to join you.

Arthur and John are similar yanderes, or at least RDR1 John is.

They'd have their clothes soaked in blood, all so they can make sure you live another day happy.

Gunpowder may coat their hands but they feel they have protected you.

Arthur knows he is a "bad" man... but he wants to be better with you.

Arthur will protect you from everything, including unwanted flirting.

Another member flirts with you?

Somehow Arthur knows about it and threatens them.

You'd swear he was stalking you (whose to say he isn't?).

Arthur may even force you to stay put in certain "safe areas" while he heads out.

Soon he isn't sure if he can trust Dutch with you.

Especially when the man falls into his own insanity.

Maybe by the peak of Arthur's obsession, his own sanity, he tries to get you and him in a home together.

I also feel his obsession gets worse when he learns of his sickness.

Arthur knows the tuberculosis will claim him soon.

It may even drive him insane with ideas.

As a result, imagine him taking you away to a cabin with him.

He locks the doors and keeps you beside him.

He is fully aware that he's scaring you, he knows this is wrong...

But in the final months of his life, he wants to be beside you.

So he traps you with him... away from everything you know...

Everything except him.

He can't bear to lose you... so he plans on keeping you with him for the rest of his life... all because he loves you... even if you hate this.

[frostbitemutt]

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❆ So I've decided to re-do my blog, this is, as stated in the description, a yandre focused blog. THIS IS MEANT FOR HORROR PURPOSES. I find the pyshcology and horror aspects of the "yandere" trope. None of these fics are examples of healthy relationships, obsession is not love.

This is a sideblog. I will not name my main blog. I want them completely separate. 17.

Writing style, and fic format are very inspired by @yanderes-galore and @lonleydweller. If either are uncomfortable with amount of inspiration I take I will change it.

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[yanderes-galore]

always love the idea or darlings/yanderes "re-uniting" so the speak. So much tension. Micah and a darling from a previous gang? They could try to tell Dutch early on Micahs a rat. Any of the characters in rdr2 that remain till rdr1 seeing their darling after 10 years? They aren't going to let them run again

God I am obsessed with this game but I'm also writing older requests as I obsess over it, lol.

Might write another Colm thing. Or Micah.

Someone actually suggested to me to make a fic where Darling manages to get away.

Haven't done that in a bit but I can imagine Darling shooting their RDR Yandere (and they live unfortunately, or maybe they don't, you didn't stick around and I want the chance for more chaos) then taking a horse to run.

[yanderes-galore]

finding out Jack is 19 in rdr1 just makes him as a yandere a bit more dreadful to me cause

Teenage boys are somethin else, one on 1900's no less 😭 I'm 19 myself so I can throw some shade

Can confirm, also 19, same feelings/lh

[yanderes-galore]

considering rdr1 has undead nightmare, I could imagine having a yandere au for that. For example you play as zombie john at the end, who's perfectly sane. Yes he's rotting and decaying, but he's not feral. Imagine a darling thinking they escaped him, only for his undead self to show up at their door. Maybe this could extend to other characters, javier, bill, Arthur, ect

Oh that would be terrifying... but really cool!

[yanderes-galore]

to add to Micah and colm being bad as yanderes

Vincente de Santa from rdr1 could be pretty fucking horrible

I'll keep him in mind.

[yanderes-galore]

are we talking about low honor John specifically or just in general?

Also This isn't related to yandere stuff at all, but I like that throughout rdr2 and rdr1, their relationship is rocky, but over time time improves, not prefect of course, but still. They still at the end of the day stick together and try to improve for each other. I just think it's really good writing, since no relationship is perfect. :>

In general, but low honor would of course be worse.

[frostbitemutt]

What about some John Marston yandere hc? ps take care, love your blog!

rdr1, rdr2, general? Low honor, high honor? I'll happily write for him just need some clarification