#protective yandere

[lilacxquartz]

BEYOND HELLFIRE

true form sukuna x f!reader

plot: back when you were still alive, sukuna had once surrendered a lifetime of peace for you. when he had you incarnated for his return, however, it all went wrong. —

themes: canon divergence, romance, angst, soft sukuna, sengoku period — cw: (upcoming) yandere, violence in next chapter, blood mentioned, potential manga spoilers

chapter 1 of 4 • next chapter > • masterlist • chapter directory • on ao3

Chapter 1. Kintsugi

A honeyed beam of light basked the long-spanning fields in a warm glow as the sun slowly set, gradually painting the skies into a darkening night. You stubbornly sat in front of your family home as the day grew to a close though, determined to see your responsibilities through.

At a glance, you supposed that the village in which you resided was just about peaceful enough, though, it was also unfortunate. Just like the many settlements that spanned the coast, it wasn’t without the swarming plagues that passed by, nor the earthquakes that shattered everything, crumbling what once was.

It was delicate—just like everything else.

Just like the all of those things you sought to fix.

Cracked pottery to be exact. The method was still new, especially around these parts, but you couldn’t keep your curious hands away—much to the annoyance of those asleep just inside. A couple of candles were lit to guide your way in addition to the moon that gradually climbed through the sky, lacing you with a cold, pale glow. Gold or silver mixed with lacquer, carefully painted in between the cracks of broken pottery—this was how you made your keep—something once broken, sold off to those higher born.

Just as you were finishing up, however, a deep voice interrupted your focus, causing you tut at the intrusion.

“Such a strange creature,” it pointed out, the low and masculine voice observed. You already knew who it was though, so you didn’t look up. Given the time of the day and the sudden appearance, it was likely the two-faced devil who had once spared you, here to bother you once more.

Ryomen Sukuna indeed stood around the corner of your home, lazily leaning his shoulder against the wall. He looked down at you with a faint curiosity, quietly watching you work on something he had long deemed pointless. This wasn’t the first interaction you had with him, though. After that night, the one in which he spared you, he started visiting you more often. Creeping along like a silent shadow—unassuming and in the background, but during more recent times, he had grown bolder—demanding his presence be acknowledged.

His reputation never once betrayed him, too, he was imposing, tall, bull-like, and terrifying, but you learned not to flinch because, for some reason, he wouldn’t even touch you.

“You said that the last time already,” you murmured with a steady tone, smoothing out the lacquer of the broken pot, letting it dry with your guided touch, “does what I do bother you that much?”

Sukuna scoffed, folding his arms as he regarded you with slight disdain, though, it wasn’t exactly hatred. No, he didn’t dislike you, that’s why he stuck around, clinging to your presence out of maybe… sheer curiosity. A strange creature that confused him greatly, making him feel things that he didn’t want to understand. “It’s just pointless, isn’t it?” he remarked as his eyes narrowed at the settling craft, “you’re saving something broken, only for it to shatter one day all the same.”

“Perhaps,” you acknowledged his sentiment, finally letting go of the pot, “but it’s sometimes interesting to see just where fixed things, that were once broken, will go, wouldn’t you say so?”

His composure momentarily stiffened, briefly reminded of how the two of you came to be. Sukuna wasn’t one for self-control, after all, a being driven by impulse and hedonistic will. One such village that you happened to be visiting on a supply run—got completely wiped out overnight with blood-soaked soil pooling on the streets. Not a single soul was spared, neither low born nor high born, except for you.

You remembered it so clearly; crossing the gaze of the man whose gaze was burning as deep a shade of crimson as the stained wooden paneling of the many massacred homes. You froze at the sight, meaning to turn away, but he caught up to you within a matter of a few, rumbling, quaking strides. From that moment on, he left you alive to spread the legend, though it was never a mercy to begin with.

(Perhaps a warning, then?)

(And yet, as the years passed you both by, the village you returned to remained standing and he had only settled nearby, never once painting your settlement the same bloodied shade.)

Sukuna thawed his guarded reflexive response into something smoother, almost betraying amusement in his expression. He then crouched right beside you so that he was nearly level with your eyes, taking a moment to lock into your stare. He schooled his features into something sharper, hiding the mockery that he disguised as care, hoping to tease you with his next parting words, “Perhaps, but the world isn’t so kind to the things that are destined to be weak. You shouldn’t prolong something that is doomed to be devoured.”

However, you took the statement seriously, throwing him off guard a little once more with a response that was undeniably… human.

“Even so, why not prolong a good thing?”

He half scoffed and for a long, good while, he simply said nothing, just fixing you a heavy, intense stare. His eyes lingered over yours, boring into your very soul before standing up at last, before taking a deep breath and turning away, leaving you alone with the now empty black sky with the moon hidden behind the clouds, with the candlelight put out from the passing breeze.

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Sukuna visited you sooner that time than the last, unable to leave you fully alone. There was a pull from him that led towards you, no matter how much he tried to distance himself, always finding himself within your company again. This quickly would become the norm; with him looming in the background, slowly easing into the cracks of your life, watching on from the shadows as you went about living, only at seldom times interacting with you, if at all.

At best, he was an afterthought, a fleeting face that watched you from the sidelines.

Sometimes though, he would ask you questions about things that he couldn’t understand. Such as when you ground up medicine in a mortar and pestle to aid your parents, who had both fallen sick, bedridden, and decaying within the confines of the family home.

“Do you ever grow tired of this?”

You glanced up, not stopping what you were doing as you sat cross-legged on the ground just outside, gradually grinding down ingredients to form a fine paste. You considered the question, not seeing it to be a problem to help those close to you; it was the right thing to do, after all. Still, you supposed that for someone like Sukuna, he simply couldn’t see it that way, so you were more honest than how you would have been with somebody ordinary. “Sometimes,” you admitted with a weak smile, “but that’s just living, isn’t it? The young take care of the old, and that’s just how the cycle goes.”

“The cycle…” he murmured, imagining you for a moment being frail and old, with someone taking care of you. For the sake of his own selfishness, he would never let that occur, never let anyone get close to you, let alone make you a mother. To him, the cycle was oppressive and as such, he didn’t reply, instead watching you work in silence while his eyes brewed with a look you couldn’t quite get a read on.

From that moment on, his presence became more familiar, consistent too, and slowly, you started to grow all the less annoyed at him so as long as he didn’t bother you. It was a peculiar arrangement, if you were being quite honest, and his fixation with being at your side was something you never understood. For someone who thrived on violence and chaos to be tethered at the hip to someone who craved the mundane was an odd match in your eyes—but it worked.

Slowly, he also began to (albeit begrudgingly) help you, too, though he would never admit it directly. It was subtle things, like clearing the fallen branches from the decay that winter brought off your land and making sure that any whispers of bandits afoot would remain as mere rumours, never once letting them reach you. Things like keeping your stocks well supplied, or throwing a blanket over you when you fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, slowly learning the ways of what it meant to care, to burden yourself in the name of closeness.

And as time went on, the seasons passed and Sukuna’s calmness caused the village to thrive, entering a golden era, so as long as you were around. Still as cruel as ever, though, arrogant too, but he reigned himself in for your sake.

Or so you thought.

One night in particular, just as you were finishing up preparing your stock for the long week up ahead, Sukuna brought up a point, not as a threat, but as a reminder.

“I could tear this whole world apart,” he murmured, watching you stack repaired broken bowls adorned with your craft, “so easily, too.”

“I’m aware,” you replied as you concealed the pottery with a tattered cloth, just in case the wind would blow it all away overnight.

“I could destroy you, too,” he added, his voice low.

You hummed as you pushed open the door to your now-empty home. “I know.”

Sukuna paused, for once choosing to break his unspoken promise to leave you untouched, extending his calloused fingers to prop just below your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. How delicate were your features when looking back into the eyes of a monster, who in this pale light, looked more human than he could have ever been.

He scoffed. “And yet you stay.”

“And yet I stay,” you acknowledged.

From that point on, the months that once passed you both turned into years that spanned into decades. Sukuna, personally, never once aged a wrinkle nor a fine line with his features still honed into a marble smooth finish—but you did. The years had aged your face, decorating you with the evidence that you experienced a life well lived, free from the chaos he threatened to cause despite seeing it firsthand. It was funny in a bittersweet way with how these things worked, but you never once questioned it too much, enjoying this quiet sort of intimacy. You worked on your craft for years, slowly growing older, weaker, and frailer.

The world continued all the same though, with the once rolling fields overshadowed by cyclic caramelising beams of honey that painted it golden, though blurred in your waning vision. By the time you reached eighty, your sight was almost completely gone and yet, you still worked, driven by memory, and your innate will to tinker until you simply couldn’t.

Sukuna in turn, never once grew bored of watching you work, always having something to say that contradicted who he truly was. A lifetime of peace was what he quietly promised you, something that otherwise made him internally recoil, and yet, here he was, having made such a decision that he intended to see through until the very end of you.

“I never thought I could live a life like this,” he admitted, watching your weary fingers work away.

You huffed at him, waving a hand in the wrong direction. Your hearing was going too. You had developed somewhat of an attitude through the years, after all, since he never once touched you—hurt you—leaving you to quietly exist within his company for as long as possible, all because he was once curious.

“You chose this though, didn’t you?” you rasped out.

He took a moment to process your breathless tone, knitting his brows at just how feeble you sounded. “Not exactly,” he replied quietly, “I chose you.”

You didn’t reply to him, gulping a deep breath down, choosing to focus on continuing to mend the plate instead. A part of you never fought against the attention he paid you way back then out of both self-preservation for yourself, but also to your village. Letting him linger by your side ensured its survival, so you grew used to him, finding that by the end of it all, you actually enjoyed your time.

Although, time was finite, and it was growing to a close. You could feel it. Your body, once full of vigour felt drained, and you were certain that with the exhaustion that beckoned you from your core would be the last time you lay down; it would be the last time you closed your eyes and then, you would simply fade away.

Such a prediction wasn’t incorrect either as you quickly slipped away, leaving Sukuna just standing there, stilling at the moment as soon as it all connected. He clenched his jaw as he processed the grief, tightly swallowing what it meant for something to truly be gone, his fingers twitching as the rush of decades of pent-up impulses came surging forward.

An era of peace dissolved from the moment you took your last breath, finalised with the skies bleeding crimson, with the streets filling with blood, just like the very first time you saw him.

The village that you once loved, wounded, left to bleed out, left as nothing more than a scar in his memory of what once was.

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The decades slipped by like wistful dreams too, somehow so muddied yet distinctively vibrant, emphasised by the blood that he spilled again and again. Fields of green grew straw-yellow, later barren and dried up. The people saw devastating catastrophes too; one after another, victims to a man close to a god, set out to destroy a world that mocked him with fleeting mortality.

And when it was finally for his time to go—when he set up that deal with the body hopper—he arranged to seal the deal for you too, just to make things interesting again. Call it being selfish, he didn’t care. Hedonistic indeed. The order of things couldn’t have been the only right way in the world and no matter what, he would bring you back, if even just to say goodbye, having missed the chance before.

Kenjaku did warn him though, that with a soul long dead, your memories would likely be gone since a withering soul was a weakened soul. Sukuna persisted though, not caring about the cost he had to pay to see it through.

After all, he would make you his again, no matter what he had to do.

this is part 4 of lilac’s bite sized jjk yandere nightmares

[allurilove]

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

[taintedbenevolence]

general yandere hc for jiyan, please <3

Jiyan is a particularly protective yandere. It’s not necessarily with ill intentions either. Jiyan has lost many throughout his role as leading general of the Midnight Rangers.

It’s a dangerous occupation, and with that in mind, it’s very possible you will be eventually endangered in some way or another. This makes for fuel regarding his concerns, feeding his urge to protect you.

Jiyan does wish for your safety and preservation of your wellbeing, and he does mean well for you, but unfortunately, the means he does it by aren’t exactly comfortable.

It’s all too likely he’ll keep you confined within Jinzhou, and specifically only where he can keep you monitored.

He’ll do this without notifying anyone else, as that would prove unconventional. He makes sure you get exposure to the outside, but never outside Jinzhou’s borders unless you are with him.

Any attempt for you to try and leave the borders of Jinzhou without his presence will prove futile; Jiyan will be more than capable of finding you in a few hours, if not less after noticing.

If anything, he'll be upset and reprimand you for trying to leave, chastising you by telling you that his actions are to keep you safe.

Apart from being protective, though, it is unfortunately compound by a smidge of possessiveness. He isn't one to be selfish, or to act as such in front of all.

But behind closed doors, Jiyan shows more than the public sees. His urge to protect you is compound by the wish to keep you to himself out of fear of losing you.

Jiyan can't stand the thought of losing you, not after so many companions passed away in wars or battles against Tacet Discord outbreaks.

As such, Jiyan chooses to keep you where he knows you are safe and sound— where you are out of danger's reach, and where you will remain within his unyielding grasp.

It's not likely you'll ever be able to escape, and should you miraculously find a way to do so, it is without question that Jiyan will not rest until he has found you.

[fluff-n-cookies]

the Baby Cat pt.1

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shout out to @hinari27 who practically begged me for this, sorry it came out so late.

( here's some Context) please read, you will be VERY confused without it but do come back.

and here's my masterlist and the baby cat series masterlist.

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TW: MURDER, LIGHT SWEARING.

it all seemed so fast. one moment he was reaching for the knife, and at the time it all seemed like so much, So terrifying, so complicated. the voices practically Screamed in his head as Aizawa Reveled in the feeling of freedom as he finally finished the job, ending your mothers life. he did what his brother failed to do. Aizawa managed to finally have you all to himself.

the pounding rain outside didn't help either, the inconsistent beat only added to the already howling voices.

but much like the rain, the headaches, the stress, the pain, won't last forever. But it will come back .

as the rain slowed down, so did the high of murder.

so for now, he could love you without the problem of your mother or your father standing in the way.

but now that the deed was done, it all seemed so Simple!

his life's purpose wasn't to be a hero, it was to be a hero to you! his sweet baby! the voices simmered down, before going away completely. now the next order of buisness. making sure you haven't woken up from your nap, it took him Forever to get you to sleep, especially since that Bitch-of-a-mother didn't help at all.

Aizawa sneaked into his once a guest room that had now been turned into a nursery and bedroom for you and your now dead mother. and as Aizawa peered down at your tiny sleeping form a strange feeling of calm washed over him, a feeling of... rest? how odd. he hasn't felt this in years. something about having you all to himself, having you all safe and cozy protected from the cruel world out there, gave him peace of mind.

he spent some time, about 20 minutes, looking over you, calming you down every time you stirred in your sleep. the feeling growing in his chest.

he then went to go get you some formula from the kitchen (where your mother was brutally murdered) but them it dawned on him that

there is a dead body on the floor.

THE BLOOD IS SEEPING INTO THE CARPET NOOO

ERI IS HOME

THEY RAN OUT OF FORMULA

now, Aizawa is a man of many talents but this is too much for one man alone, but it is not too much for the duo of a life time! EraserMic!

because when there is a dead body on the floor it is best to get the walking microphone that you tell all your secrets to to help you clean up.

of course. there is the problem of Eri, eh, Eri will understand, Eri is a good girl. Eri loves you too <3.

Aizawa made his way to Eri's room, knocking on the door until he heard the little girl squeak out a "Come in!" the little girl whipped her head around to face Aizawa before running up to him to hug his legs.

"hi." she said in a small voice, looking up at him with those big red eyes of her's.

"hey. Listen, you know your baby sis (y/n)?" Aizawa asked crouching down to do so. "She's gonna be staying with us! her momma left her with us."

Eri Gasped in Excitement, "Really! She's staying?!"

"mmhm! why don't you go to her room and wake her up to play, Uncle Mic is going to be helping clean the kitchen with some chemicals so don't go there for some time, and show (y/n) the rain will you-"

Aizawa didn't even get to finish his sentence, for Eri was already out the door, running to her sister's room, and aizawa chuckled, maybe, maybe, this wouldn't be so bad.

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Stay tuned! I'll be doing Part 2 of this soon! where present mic and Eri hang out with (y/n) and Aizawa encounters a Karen shaming him for being in the Formula aisle saying "he probably couldn't keep a wife and now has to do it himself." Aizawa is going to sucker punch someone.

[yandericide]

My love, I am always watching over you, whether you know it or not. The outside world is too dangerous for someone as precious as yourself!You are far too kind, too perfect. You are mine and I will keep you safe for all of eternity. Even if I have to lock you away or chain you down.

[leftdragongarden1]

im begging protect me

[yandere-herrscher]

Shh, it's alright, darling. Nobody's gonna hurt you now that I'm here. You're safe with me here in my arms. I know I'm a bit overprotective and possessive of you but I promise it's for your well being. Shhh don't be scared. I'm your protector silly~

[deuxcherise]

The Buck and the Reynard

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere male, male!buck oc, male!fox reader (doesn't really have to be male, but male pronouns are used), straightness is implied to be the “norm” but nobody actually cares here, makes fun of animal behavior, interspecies relations, some horror element, a bit suggestive but nothing super explicit

A/n: So… oh my goodness. I finally finished it in time for Christmas! You don’t know how many times I’ve re-written this. Anyway, I personally wanted to keep it in a similar style of how I wrote The Hare and the Fox so there is kind of a… I’m thinking eldritch horror element (if I’m using that term right) somewhere in there. The Winter Solstice event written in here is inspired by Christmas, but you don’t necessarily need to celebrate Christmas in order to follow, I think? A lot of jumping forward from each moment but I hope you enjoy every single one~

Masterlist

Once upon a time, there was a clever, clever fox who found itself stuck at the bottom of a deep, deep well.

The fox did not cry, nor did it weep. The fox simply waited until another came along.

A four-legged animal, with cloven hooves and curved horns happened to pass by and noticed this poor fox. “Oh my! How did you get yourself stuck at the bottom of this well?” it asked, concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Nevermind that,” replied the fox. “My dear, my dear, won’t you help this poor soul out?”

“Of course!” answered the other. “It would be my pleasure.”

At this, the fox bared its teeth, grinning a malicious grin.

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“Roasting chestnuts, over an open fire~” sings your father as he prepares the fire pit, throwing in dry grass and logs to raise the crackling flames.

You come up behind him, bundled arms full of freshly collected spiky chestnuts. Your ears flicker from excitement. “Papa, Papa! I’m done!”

Your father turns around with a jolly smile. “Wow! Great job, son. You’ve done a wonderful-” Then he sees the kid beside you, also carrying an armful of spiky chestnuts, and blinks. “Uh, who’s this?”

You follow your father’s gaze and then turn back to pipe up, “Oh yah, that’s Roo-dee. He’s my rein… Uh… what was it? Something deer. He’s my deer!”

One of your father's ears folds down while the other stays up, matching the position of his eyebrows. “... That true?” he asks your friend.

Rudie nods shyly. “I-I’m his dear.”

“Yah, see?”

Your father stares for a moment, blank as he processes this information. Then he shrugs and says with a smile, “Alright. Well, I’m sure your mama and siblings will have questions when they see him but, uh, let’s get to roasting, yeah?”

“Yah!” “Y-yes, sir!”

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“So you’re a reindeer?” “A deer?” “Never seen one before.” “He doesn���t look like one.” “Where’s his antlers?” “Do you know Papa Snow?” “Does your nose glow red?” “Where’s the rest of you?”

All of your siblings and some of their significant others ogle at Rudie, while you stand nearby with your chest puffed with pride. If it weren’t for you and your clever ways, you would have never been able to not only escape from a deep well but also capture an actual deer who’d do your bidding.

Nevermind that he was technically abandoned… and that he’s just a stupid deer who you scared into making a deal to loyally follow you for life in exchange for his own life. Dumb creatures are designed to follow clever beings like foxes, after all. It’s simply nature. He should feel lucky that it was you who found him. Heh!

“You’re a small one, aren’t you?” Arley, the rabbit, says. His yellow eyes are still, in your opinion, as unnerving as the day your eldest sister first brought him home. “Barely nubs for-” he pauses to hold in his laughter, “‘antlers’, huh?”

One might wonder how a rabbit could possibly co-exist within the midst of a skulk of foxes. Well, that’s another story.

“Don’t be rude,” your eldest sister, Eldie, reprimands him, pinching his cheek and eliciting an “owie” and “sowwie, darling” from him. 

“Your eyes look weird for a deer,” your second oldest sister, Deucy, comments. “I thought they had round ones like ours.”

“Indeed,” Theodore, the bear, agrees. “And I’ve seen quite a-”

“Ugh, shut up, Barry, nobody cares what you think,” Deucy cuts in, rolling her eyes.

He grins mischievously at her. “Aww~ Calling me by nickname now, honey?”

One might also wonder how a bear could possibly co-exist within the midst of a skulk of foxes. That’s also another story.

“What’s a deer?” asks Swanson, a duckling.

One of your ears sticks up while the other flops down in confusion. “Who are you?” you ask.

“Oh! I’m babysitting for my friends,” your third oldest sibling answers. “This is Swanson, say hi~ Did you know, his parents are a turkey and a duck?”

“And to answer your question,” your eldest sister jumps in, “a deer is a four-legged creature…”

While they explain to the duckling, you find Rudie escaping from your siblings’ eyeful examination to cower behind you. “(Y-y/n)... There’s so… many… W-who?”

“Oh, these are my siblings. And that bunny is Arley and that bear is Theo and that duckling… Uh, I don’t know but yah!”

“Idea~” your third sibling sings. “Since you two are about the same age as Swanson, how about the three of you play together?”

Swanson nods.

You throw your hands up in excitement. “Yah!”

Rudie mimics you with a softer, “Y-yes…’

-----

“Since I’m clearly the top animal here, I’ll be the king,” you declare with one hand on your hip and the other in the air. You point at Rudie. “You’re obviously my servant. Right?”

“Y-yes, sir!” Rudie salutes you. Whether or not he disagreed deep down, he doesn’t seem to make any sort of gesture or expression indicating otherwise.

Then you point to Swanson. “And you… um… What do you want to be?”

Swanson tilts his head side-to-side thoughtfully before coming up with, “Every king needs a queen, right? I’ll be your queen then.”

You hadn’t thought of that before, but that logic makes sense. “Oh, ok-”

“NO!” Rudie cuts in before he runs over and wraps his arms around you, looking at Swanson and baring his dull teeth, surprisingly unbecoming of a prey animal. “(Y/n) only needs me! I’ll be queen.”

“But you’re my servant,” you reason.

“But he’s a swan!” Rudie retorts. “Swans can’t be with foxes.”

“But deer can?” asks Swanson.

“Besides, royalty can’t be servants, and you having two roles is unfair, anyway,” you add.

“But I’m your dear!” Rudie exclaims. “So that makes you my dear!”

Now that doesn’t make any sense. “What? You’re my deer because you’re a deer. But I’m not a deer!”

Swanson groans, “Ugh, let’s play something else.”

Rudie’s brow is so wrinkled, you feel he might develop a creased forehead despite being so young. “Yeah… ” you sigh. ‘You choose then, please Swanson?”

And so the three of you ended up forgoing “Follow the King” to play “Duck, Duck, Goose”, in which Swanson came out on top while Rudie ended up in third place as expected.

-----🐐🦊-----

Many, many moons have passed and all of your siblings have left the den, leaving you, the youngest, as the only one left who has yet to settle down and have your own kits at your own den.

“My, my~ What a great-looking tail you have~”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, a tight grin plastered on your face as a female fox handles and caresses your fluffy tail.

The Great Feast is held every single year during the height of autumn to gather and celebrate all of the animals who have contributed to the grand pile of food in the middle of the forest. Although all of the carnivores, herbivores, and the omnivores, and whoever else join in one place, surprisingly there is a lack of close interaction between species. In addition to celebrating life, this event is seen more as an opportunity for… something else.

“Have many children do you want?”

“Where do you like to live? Near a river or near a mountain?”

“How good are your hunting or gathering skills?”

“How long can you last-”

“Enough!” you screech. You clear your throat and make your way through the crowd. “Aha. Sorry, sorry. I need to use the bathroom. Apologies. Uh-huuuh. Excuuuuse me!”

With some effort, you manage to wiggle your way out of the group of husband-hungry vixens and immediately head straight for the nearest tree. Hiding behind one, you press your back against the trunk and slide down in exhaustion.

“Please do your best to be polite among others,” your mother had requested. You feel you’ve done your part as best as you can, because you could not possibly stand another second stuck between those suffocating fur coats. In all the blue above, please let this event end already so I can go home and sleep in my extremely comfy nest.

Step step step step.

You look up and find Rudie, hunched over on his knees, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he breathes heavily. The moment his eyes meet yours, you stiffen and then knowing smiles appear on your faces.

“Wow, been running for your life?” you joke, patting the patch of grass next to you. “You scared of getting hitched or something?”

“Hah! Are you?” he throws back at you as he takes a seat and rests his back against the trunk. As his sweat evaporates, a pleasingly sweet aroma of musk and leaves waltzes around in the air.

Adulthood in your family is marked by the mature development of your scent glands and your height surpassing a particular mark on your family's special oak tree. Despite being of another species, Rudie also followed suit, actually towering over you by a head. That was to be expected, considering deer are typically larger than foxes, much to your annoyance.

“Nah. But I'm surprised. I thought your antlers would've sent them running,” you comment, admiring the bark of the trees in front of you.

Oddly, his once tiny, sensitive nubs have transformed into malformed antlers, two large snail-shell-like spirals curled on each side of his head.

He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

One of your ears sticks up as the other flops down. “Oi, oi. Who are you to tell your king to shut up?”

He playfully sighs. “As your humble, humble servant, I would never dare.. But if I did, my sincerest and deepest apologiiiiies, my dear liege. Please. Continue to insult me.”

You chuckle, a bit ticked. “I would give you a pat on the head for your obedience, but calling me a deer? Insubordinate, and churlish. How dare you?”

“Then… should I call you darling just like Arley does?” he offers.

“Pleeeeaaase, do not,” you chuckle, contemplating on those words. “Ya know… between you and me, I think he calls her that because he actually likes her. What do you think?”

A gentle wind goes by, rustling the leaves.

“... I think he does.”

“Of course, you'd agree with me,” you say. “So~ Meet any cute, uh, doe? Is that what female deer are called?”

“No.”

You notice how quickly his response came. “Uh… so no as in-”

“I didn't like any of them,” he clarifies.

“Ah.” You find yourself momentarily lost for words, seeing as you’re also in the same situation. “Bummer. Maybe you'll meet one in the next Great Feast.”

“I won't.”

Again, his response came quite quickly. So sure of himself of this statement.

“And what exactly makes you so sure of that?” you wonder.

“Because I’ve already promised myself to another.”

Your head jerks towards him, astonished. “What??? Since when? I’m your king and yet why have I not heard of this???”

Another gust of wind brushes past the trees. His expression is blank. The horizontally rectangular black pupils against yellow irises of his eyes stare into yours as if peering through to your soul. He says nothing.

…..

“Um… Rudie?” You wave a hand in front of you. “You, uh, okay?”

He finally snaps out of it, a grin breaking onto his face and turns away. “That’s a secret, dear.”

One of your ears flickers in annoyance, but you surrender since he’s the most stubborn animal you’ve ever met. “Aha fine, fine. Be that way. … And don't call me a deer.”

“Right, dear.”

You groan.

“Wow, so this is where you guys have been hiding. Great.”

Both of your heads jerk to the side towards the third addition to your party, only to find Swanson slouched over and breathing heavily next to you. He looks at you with a scowl. “What?”

You purse your lips, holding in your laugh. “S-So I’m guessing you… ?”

Swanson shakes his head. “Heck no. How you seen those hens?”

The image of those female ducks ripping out each other's feathers over who gets to contribute to the pile of food first appears in your head. “Yup. Anyway, oi. Get this. Rudie’s already got someone.”

“Really?”

Rudie keeps silent.

“What? Not going to tell me?” Swanson asks, though his tone is more like he already knew this would be the case. “I’m guessing you didn’t tell (Y/n) either.” He scoffs and mutters,

“Excuse me?” Rudie says.

“You know who it is?” you ask.

Swanson looks at you, eyes moving up and down over your face. He shoots a quick glance over at Rudie. “Yeah-”

“That’s none of your business!” Rudie shouts, grabbing you by the arm and forcing you to stand up beside him. “Let’s go. The event’s almost over anyway.”

“W-wait a bloody second!” You look back to Swanson as you get dragged away, catching Swanson rolling his eyes before he disappears in the opposite direction.

-----🐐🦊-----

[Several moons later…]

“Dear, would you like a star or a partridge on top of the tree?”

Your ears flops backwards and you click your tongue. “Would you stop calling me a deer? And I'll take the star, thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say, dear,” Rudie hums.

You sigh as you sort through a box of ornaments to place on the tree to celebrate the Winter Solstice. Unfortunately for you, a large snow storm had passed over your part of the forest recently, forcing you and potentially all of your siblings to forgo the trip to your family den.

You pick and hold up a shiny red ornament with golden accents, only to catch the sight of Rudie behind it, trying to determine which angle the wooden star should sit on the tree’s tip.

Ever since your first attendance to the Great Feast as adults, he hasn't stopped calling you a deer for some reason. You've tried asking, but then he'd brush you off and call you a deer again. Annoying. What is your future mate going to think if your servant can’t respect you right? Actually, what’s his future mate going to think? Maybe you should consider booking a crow therapist to help him break this bad habit…

Or maybe not. Sometimes… just sometimes, you hope he’s calling you his dear rather than just a deer… You shake your head, ridding yourself of stupid ideas of what you both could be and what you are now. He’s already taken anyway…

On a different note-

You join him, holding an ornament in each hand. “Seeing as we're snowed,” you start off, handing him an ornament to put wherever he likes, “I guess you'll be joining me for the Winter Solstice this year?”

Psshhhhh!

The ornament you gave him shatters on the floor, after he flinched and accidentally dropped it. You look between him and the ornament with speechless concern.

All of the blood in his face looks drained out. “I'm…” He shakes his head and kneels down to pick up the pieces. “I'm sorry. Sorry. I don't… I don’t know what came over me.”

You try to stop him. “Oi, don't-”

“Ah!” He hisses and places a nicked finger into his mouth.

Your brow furrows. “I don't get it. Is the idea of celebrating the Winter Solstice with me or with my family so bad?”

He looks at you frightened, taking his finger out of his mouth. “No! No, not at all. I just…”

“Then why?” you urge him. “Why do you disappear during this time every time?”

“I… I…”

Several reasons roll through your mind before one obvious one presents itself on the front stage. “Oh right, you got a secret lover. Right. Right.”

“It’s not…” He mulls over for a few moments. “It's for your own safety.”

“My safety?” you echo.

He nods, looking at where the shattered pieces lay while he fiddles with his fingers.

You look up then to the side and then back to Rudie. “Listen, I get it. I’m not going to be offended or stop you from meeting your secret lover-”

“I don’t have a secret lover!”

Yeah right. “Then why? What is so important that you end up disappearing during every single Winter Solstice?”

He squeezes his eyes. “You don't… You don't want to know, dear.”

You knock against one of his malformed antlers. “Oi, don't think you can avoid answering by calling me a deer.”

“What's it to you what I do anyway?” he suddenly snaps, making you flinch. “Why do you care? You miss me or something?”

“Yeah! Yeah, of course I do! You're my servant. Of course, I'd miss having you around to, you know, boss around?” you say, trying to lace your response with humor.

He narrows his eyes, then sighs before getting up and heading to the storage cabinets to pick up a broom before returning. “Yeah… sure. Forget it. Just…” He pauses for a moment. “When that eve comes, don't leave the bedroom, okay?”

“Don't leave my room on the Winter Solstice?” you say, pitch getting higher with each word in disbelief. You glance over at your tree. “On Winter Solstice? Gee, wow. I don't even get to see my family this time and you expect me to stay inside a small room so you can be by yourself in the living room? Wow. Never thought I’d see the day you’d be ordering me around, huh.”

“Do you want to live or not?” he asks, exasperated.

“Me being alive rides on me not being able to see you on Winter Solstice?” you shoot back.

“You know what? Forget it,” he shuts you down, sweeping the broken ornament onto a pan. “On Winter Solstice, you'll be in the bedroom and I'll be… Yeah. That’s that.”

You open your mouth to retort, close it, then open it again, before ultimately keeping silent as you go to pick out other ornaments. “Fine. Have it your way,” you mumble under your breath.

-----🐐🦊-----

[Winter Solstice's Eve, Day Time]

“Oh thank you, oh thank you so much, kind sir!”

You smile brightly, “No problem! Rudie, go fetch a heavy blanket for the vi- miss.”

Rudie nods silently with a blank expression before he saunters off. The female fox who happened across your den looks at him curiously as she brushes off the snow from her hair. “Rudie, huh? You've named your food ��Rudie”?” she asks you.

You blink. “What!? No? He’s not my food, more like my ser- friend. And his name is actually Rudie. Well, short for Rudolph actually, but I call him Rudie.”

“Oh…” She leans in close to your face, too close for your comfort, and cups her mouth before whispering, “So you keep him around as a pet?”

You back off to distance yourself from the vixen. “He's not-”

Thump.

Rudie returned only to drop the heavy blanket to the floor. You swerve your head before heading over to him to pick the blanket off the floor. You look up, only to find an angry expression on his face. You lean in close to him and whisper through gritted teeth, “What are you doing? Don't drop a blanket meant for a guest on the floor.”

He stares harshly before he seems to snap out of it and leans in closer, whispering back through gritted teeth as well, “And what are you doing, letting her get so friendly when you've just met?”

“Friendly?” Your tail flicks. “What? I can’t even talk to people we’re saving from the storm now? Geez. Well, excuse me for enjoying some company, ‘cause someone here clearly doesn’t.”

He raises his eyebrows, cocking his head. “Oh? You enjoy her company? Well, that's great to hear,” he says, sarcasm drenching his tone. “Why don't you invite her to the bedroom while you're at it, dear?”

Now, you're ticked off. “Oh, what a bloody great idea. Between our bedroom and the living room— which you’ve already taken over— there's nowhere else she can sleep anyway! Genius!”

“Um, excuse me?” the fox cuts in hesitantly, making you both jerk your heads over. “I'm sorry to bother you, but is that blanket meant for me?”

“Yes! Yes it is.” You give Rudie the cold shoulder and wrap the blanket around the fox, patting her shoulders. “There you go! Do you want another one?”

“No, not at all~” she purrs, looking at you bashfully. “But thank you for offering, kind sir.”

You wave it off. “Don't mention it. But would you like a cuppa?”

She giggles behind a hand, her tail sashaying from side-to-side. “I wouldn't mind a spot of tea.”

You can hear Rudie scoff in the background, but you choose to ignore it in favor of setting the kettle on.

-----

[Night Time]

“Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any point. I understand this situation might be… precarious, seeing as you're a lady. I would’ve opted to sleep in the living room, but someone-” You mentally remind yourself to stop gritting your teeth so much. “-has already taken over. That being said, just say the word and I’ll be out the door in a blink of an eye.”

The fox settles into your nest, on all fours with her behind faced towards you as she stretches out her back. “Oh~ I don't think I'll be feeling uncomfortable at all with you around,” she says, batting her eyes after she flattens out.

You give her a thumbs up. “Great to hear!” You then tucked yourself underneath your blanket on the other side of the room. “Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite!”

Satisfied with your hospitality, you close your eyes.

“Uh… Kind sir?”

You sit up. “Yes?”

She's also sitting up, looking at you with confused ears. “What are you doing over there?”

You look at your spot. “What do you mean?”

She points down. “This is your nest, right?

You take a moment before you nod slowly. “Yes…” You ruminate over potential reasons she would ask before something pops up. “Oh! I apologize but Rudie and I don't have a spare nest, seeing as we don't usually have guests so… that's the only nest we have unfortunately. Um…”

“Oh! No no no! I don't mind the nest at all. I was just… simply wondering why you're laying over there?” She brushes a hand over your nest. “This is such a large nest, and there's plenty of space over here, so… I don't mind if you want to lay next to me. It's your nest, after all.”

“Oh, I wouldn't want to impose.” At all.

“It wouldn't be imposing at all~ In fact, it is a bit chilly. A little more… heat wouldn't be so bad~” she insists.

You stare and then it finally registers. You get up on your feet and head over to her. “My apologies. I don't have any more blankets-”

Because that damn deer took all of them.

You offer your remaining blanket. “-but you can have this one, if you don't mind my scent.”

She tentatively reaches out and brings the bottom of your blanket to bottom half of her face, audibly sniffing it and purrs, “Your scent is delightfully yummy~”

Your tail flicks with appreciation. “Why, thank you!”

“Yes… but it’s strange.”

“Come again?” 

“This is your nest and yet it doesn't smell like you at all.”

Wow, she’s asking a lot of questions. Ugh, I wanna sleep. “Oh, that's because Rudie and I replaced the sheets with new ones.”

“Oh…” She looks away, biting her lip, and then looks back at you. “You… You said he's not food…”

“He- You mean, Rudie? Yeah, he's not my food. He's my friend.”

She tilts her head. “What is he to you? Truly?”

“My best friend?” you offer, confused when you've already answered the first time.

Her eyes narrow. “You…” Then they relax as a grin settles on her lips. “Hmm~ Could you do me a favor?”

What now? “Uh, sure? What do you need?”

“Can you… you get a little closer?” she asks, holding out her hand.

Curious, you get closer. Now within reach, she suddenly grips your hand and flips you under her, much to your shock. She licks her lips, and traces the side of your jaw. “You don't seem to be getting the hint, so let me be blunt…”

Only then, do you smell a very fragrant, flowery aroma wafting about the air.

You stutter, “Oi oi oi, are you-”

“In heat?” she moans, sitting on top of you. “Yeah~? About time, you figured it out~”

Oh heck no.

Apologising to her mentally, you immediately grab her by her sides and shove her off. You scramble off your nest and exit the bedroom, shutting the door before her claws can catch your tail.

“Come baaaaack! Come baaaaack!” she sobs behind the door, scratching the wood. “I need it! I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR KN-”

“NO, YOU DON'T!” you screech back, blushing madly. You do your best to hold the door as she tries to pull it back open.

Despite how tantalizing her aroma is, even if you had stayed for some reason, it does nothing for you. It would be a shame— not to mention, embarrassing— for both parties if she… well, tried. 

The longer you hold the door, the more energy becomes directed towards your hands and away from the lower extremities, forcing you to end up sitting on the floor while keeping your hands tightly gripping around the doorknob. All the while, the vixen continues to sob and moan for you.

And then you feel it.

A sharp ping! in your instincts. All of your hair raises up as goosebumps form along your skin and something icey races through your veins. You slowly turn your head to the side and look into the darkness of the living room, finding two white dots next to each in the middle of it.

“R-rudie?” you call out nervously. “Rudie… I’m sorry but, uh… we have a situation? I can’t be in there with our guest!” 

Rudie says nothing.

Maybe he’s asleep. I'm… I'm just seeing things, right? you tell yourself, until you see the white dots move as your eyesight adjusts.

You start to see a form. There are horns sticking upwards, like a bull but more curly, through a red cloak, edged with a white furry lining. It heads over to you slowly, crawling on all fours.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

You can't see their hind legs underneath the oversized cloak but it looks hunched over, with long, spindly fingers and untrimmed nails in the front. Fear grips you by the throat, stealing all strength from your body and especially your ears, now unable to pick up the sounds of the vixen's wails against the blood pumping through your ears.  The creature stops near you, not enough for you to be able to see its face underneath the hood, but enough to make you want to get back into the bedroom. 

Your breath shudders as you try to take deep breaths, feeling lightheaded.

“PLEAAAAASE!” wails the vixen, cutting in through the silence sharply.

It suddenly tilts its head, so quickly it almost looks like it snapped itself, making you jolt. “Nauuuughttyyy, naaaughttttyyy,” it drawls, sounding like a thousand voices trapped in one being.

You shake your head stiffly, as if trying to convince yourself that what you’re looking at isn’t real.

The creature seems to shift its head towards the door, based on the direction of the horns. For a moment, all is silent except for the vixen still pounding at the door. “Naaaaaaughhtttyyyy,” it rumbles.

It reaches out with its bony hand towards the door much to your horror, and then through the door much to your confusion. You hear the vixen gasp.

CRACK!

The creature’s hand slowly retreats back to the floor to hold up its body. You don't feel any resistance on the door, causing you to look between the creature and the door with utmost dismay. “W-what did you do?”

The creature stays silent.

“What. Did. You. Do?” You repeat, voice becoming shrill with each word. Your hands are unable to let go of the doorknob, almost as if afraid the door will fall open and you'll find… you don't want to know.

The creature continues to stay silent, as if watching you and debating its next move.

“R-rudie?” you begin to call out into the darkness behind the creature. “Rudie? Are you there? Wake up. Please wake up now!”

Rudie doesn't answer back.

Where is he? Don't tell me this… this creature… No! No, it couldn't- I didn't hear- Rudie can't be-

You hear a rumbling sound from the creature, shutting you up. It reaches out to you with both of its bony spindly hands, making you finally let go of the doorknob and crawl backwards in fright. 

“Rudie!” you begin to wail, tears pooling in your eyes. “WAKE UP! RUDIE! Rudie! RUDIE! WAKE UP! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”

Unfortunately, you're not fast enough before it crawls towards you and wraps its arms around you, pulling you forward into the crushing embrace of the dark opening of its cloak.

All went dark.

.

The end.

.

My dear, my dear, won’t you help this poor soul out?

But mark my words, there's no need to shout,

It's time for joy, and that's why I am here.

For it’s the naughty ones that have much to fear…

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Your eyes groggily open, waking up to the smell of musk and leaves and the feeling of the weight of a heavy boulder draped over your body. You shift your head and find a familiar set of malformed antlers sleeping on your chest.

Your eyes immediately widen. “Rudie!?” you screech.

Your shrill voice wakes him up. He smacks his mouth as he lifts his head and looks at you sleepily. “Hnh?”

The events of… last night?- Yesterday?- Earlier?- flows into your head and you immediately grab him by his malformed antlers, eliciting a blush-inducing sound from him. You ignore it in favor of exclaiming, “What are you doing here? I thought you'd be- I thought you were-”

He makes a strangely familiar rumbling sound as he gazes at you, before he gently pecks you on the lips and settles back down on your chest.

Wide-eyed, your mouth hangs open as your cheeks heat up to a thousand degrees. “Wha? Wha-”

“Nngh… Love you too. Now, go back to sleep… It’s Winter Solstice…” he says, shifting his body a bit so that he can nuzzle your neck. “Let’s just sleep some more, okay dear? We can talk about it later.”

“Don’t…” Oh, why bother? “But what about our guest? How did-”

 “Ugh, like I said. Don’t worry about it. Sleep.”

“But-”

“Fine… You wanna talk now?” Rudie gets up on his hands and knees over you as you lay on the couch, gazing at you silently as he licks his lips. “Then let’s talk, dear.”

You gulp, feeling the air become thicker and warmer as the heavy aroma of musk and leaves wafts about.

@mel-vaz

[rokishimizu4]

Look forward to some Yandere Brassius x Reader!!!

You cannot tell me he wouldn’t make a great Yandere!!!

[llonelygoddess]

Yandere OC 6/6

Name: Mateo

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 20

Occupation: Farm hand

Likes: Late night walks, Photography, smoking, lifting weights

Dislikes: Being alone, seeing you with someone outside the family, 

yandere type: Protective/Jealous

While Dakota was an angry teen, Mateo had an unsettling calm about them. They figured that being calm would make them seem more adult-like and it seemed to work. Adults trusted Mateo with way more than they should have but it was good money working for them. After joining Ricky’s family, Mateo felt safe for the first time since they had been kicked out. Finally able to relax and find time for themself, they find their mind wandering to you at all times.

[fluff-n-cookies]

really cool concept!!!

inspired by this post go check out the writer if you have the time!

I WROTE THIS! HERE"S THE FIRST PART GO CHECK IT OUT

CUZ IM IMAGINING AIZAWA WITH HIS SISTER IN LAW RUNNING FROM HIS BROTHER TO KEEP THEIR DAUGHTER (a baby) WHO HAS A CAT QUIRK (you, idiot.) SAFE BECAUSE HIS BROTHER IS ONE OF THOSE MORE EXTREME YANDERES (with like zero rizz) AND ALMOST KILLED HIS WIFE.

and now Aizawa is letting his sister-in-law crash at his place because thats what good uncles do for sister-in-laws and their nieces!

BUT THERES A CAT-CH!!!! get it? I- okay I'll stop.

HE BECOMES A YANDERE TOO!!!

so now he's this emo-middle aged man who's plotting murder against his brother and his brother's wife to be the sole guardian of this tiny little thing with big eyes and little itty bitty cat ears!

and of course, it isn't a good soft yandere story without having the whole world fawn over you!

I'm talking class 1A, allmight, the leauge of villains, AFO, micheal, ANYONE AND EVERYONE!!!

so let me know if I should write this! I'm bored I don't know what to do. get me to like 50 likes and 2 asks about this and I'll do it.

I'll update this when I get my 2 asks.

Edit : I have a strong urge to explain that micheal IS NOT an acutal character, he's just someone I dropped in there for laughs.

[yandere-rat]

[leftdragongarden1]

protect me right now

[yandere-herrscher]

So many negative things surround you..

I just want to take you away from it all and take care of you. I won't let anyone mistreat you ever again!

So long as there's breathe in my lungs! 🔪

[rokishimizu4]

Honestly I would love to use a few thing from this for a story, if I may have your permission?

Story idea: A yandere that had to dropout due to medical issues and could no longer be a yandere, so their classmates take it upon themselves to be the perfect yandere for them. Slowly working back up to be able to be around others, and thinking about going back to Yandere Academy.

OZZ PLEASE MAKE MORE OF THE YANDERE SCHOOL I AM AT YOUR MERCY

More stereotypical tomfoolery involving Yan Academy: a short compilation of ideas. Content: gender neutral reader, yandere horde, parody

You honestly expected to be bullied relentlessly for your lack of competence. There's a lot of rivalry in an elite school such as Yan Academy, after all, and most students are disciplined high-achievers who should've eaten you alive for dragging down their reputation.

Instead, they seem to embrace your failures. The teachers almost compete for remedial classes with you, and your classmates will be at your service before you can even open your mouth. Fantastic work ethic, you tell yourself in awe. This is what it means to be among the best of the best. If only it were true.

You may not be a proper yandere (yet), but you certainly make a perfect victim. It is now an agreed-upon fact that every class demonstration will have you playing the role of the Darling. Due to the increasing tension between classmates insisting to pair up with you, there is now an official chart neatly attached on the wall, serving as guidance.

You enjoy glancing at your name, scribbled in small letters above the red, bold warnings against cheating the distribution system; while it isn’t exactly a symbol of academical success, it should still count as a small victory. Right? You’re getting there.

It comes as no surprise, however, that you’re a skilled Darling. You’d initially received a full scholarship to the Darling Academy: the rival school designed to train students into proper victims for a yandere. You’re a natural, gifted with a rare innocence and obliviousness, as the principal explained to your parents. They were shocked to hear your vehement refusal.

“Everyone in the family graduated from Yan Academy”, you told them with theatric gestures. “I don’t want to be the odd one out. I’ll make you proud.”

Your mother nearly collapsed at the sight of your passionate expression, throwing herself onto the sofa, hand gripped over the heaving chest.

“Look at our brave (Y/N)”, your father exclaimed, crumbling to his knees. “Of course. We should’ve expected it. We’ll send all documents at once, my dear.”

(Thank you @anotherfanofthings for the Darling Academy idea and @kyoko-neko for the yandere family line suggestion!

You rush towards your classmate with a triumphant smile on your face, then pull out your phone and show him the screen.

"This is your social media profile, isn't it? I've been following the online stalking instructions and found your username."

You straighten your back and lift your chin proudly, like a subordinate awaiting the critique from their superior.

"Impressive work, (Y/N)! You're an Internet sleuth now, huh?"

The young man compliments your discovery with a chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, he'd just returned from the library, and his bag is filled to the brim with stolen documents about you. Copies of your birth certificate, your medical files, even the little identification bracelet you had to wear as a newborn in the hospital. On his way out, he stumbled upon several other students who probably had the same intention as him. Sike.

"Let's see..." you mumble to yourself. "It says the best modern way to track your Darling is by using various locating devices."

You fiddle with the trunk of your car, eyes glued to the textbook still.

"I had no idea there's a hidden drawer here. That's a great hiding spot."

You open the little nook, and multiple AirTags cascade out into a pile. There must be at least 30 of them.

"Damn it! They've been found."

From the school roof, your classmate lowers his binoculars and clicks his tongue in annoyance. They underestimated your willingness to learn.

“Are these photos of me?”

Your classmate turns to you in horror. He completely forgot to put away his stash of hidden pictures before you came over to his place. Amateur mistake; an excruciatingly shameful affair.

You flip through the shots, smiling fondly.

“My mom has the same hobby. You should see our living room, there’s an entire wall just for my childhood photos.”

You open up your wallet and pluck out a small, crumpled square.

“That’s her in the bushes, with the camera. She followed me on my first day to school and thought I hadn’t noticed.”

The young boy’s gaze switches between the photo and you. Eventually, his face lights up: the moment of realization. Your parents would most likely be grateful that he’s the one looking after you now.

A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he briefly entertains the idea of calling them his in-laws. Sadly, he isn’t the first one to imagine you in wedding attire. The entire school has probably considered the possibility.

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Hiya sugar! Love ur writing! Could I request a Yandere Darren Treacy.. where his darlings been hurt through some enemies in Darren’s work?

Oh absolutely darling! ♡ I adore writing for Darren~!