#protective yandere

[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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[an-ambivalent]

Yandere! Yatagarasu! Shisui

Yatagarasu are three-legged crows that are associated with guidance and divine intervention, also rumoured to be the messenger of the sun goddess Amaterasu. 

Warning: As this is yandere fiction, this deals behaviours that may be uncomfortable or triggering to read.  Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl.

Presenting Shisui for the black bird series :D

Synopsis:

The notorious Uchiha clan comprises of bird demons that are mostly of Tengu and Garuda species. With their enormous wings, typically black, they dominate the skies with their ferocity and vigour. Battles are evident to be fought by the Uchiha Tengu and Garuda when dark skies are left hovering over their deceased enemies, and accompanying the storm rain, there are also black feathers. There's an infamous warning; beware the arrival of the black skies for a storm is coming to drown you, and with it, the shedders of the black feathers approach to kill and bring your rue.

Background 

For the majority of his time, Shisui flew solo; his assigned role in the Uchiha clan kept his socialisation with others to the minimum. However, that was not the only reason that even when he spent time within the Uchiha compounds, he was a soloist. Majority of the Uchiha clan, and their associated clans civilians not involved in the battles and wars, and even including the low level warriors, disputed him as a freak. Unlike most, if not all, bird creatures, Shisui was not born with a pair of wings; he had a pair of wings, and an extra wing between them. The top half of his third wing was centred in line with the centre of his head if someone looked at him from his front. The bottom half of his third wing was centred in line with his spine, visible just past his ankles if someone looked at him from his back. 

The other reason why higher levels of Tengu warriors disputed Shisui was because he was the direct descendant of a traitor. Kagami Uchiha had once abandoned his own clan amidst a battle against the Senju, to side with their sworn enemy. He saved one of theirs, by killing one of his own. In the era of cruelty and bloodshed that they lived in, it was most people’s belief that ‘blood was thicker than water.’ So, evidently, for them, it was only a matter of time before Shisui would abandon them. 

Despite the scorn others bore towards him, Shisui lived with a smile on his face, and despite the hushed whispers of how he was a freak and it was only a matter of time before also he became a blood traitor, he had one of the most important and unique roles in the clan; he was one of the individuals that the clan heads seemed to trust the most to deliver their utmost secretive and essential messages. He was also one of the individuals who was tasked to scrounge battle fields and territories to evaluate for any traps and risks, and draft strategies to counter them.  Based on his assigned responsibilities, anytime Shisui took to the skies, it was accompanied by either other animal crows contracted to be his summons and familiars, or by himself.

Given the scrutiny he faced, he generally avoided public spaces that were heavily crowded and chose to spend his time in nature to relish in his peace and solitude. But, just like most individuals, despite trying to reassure himself that he was better off alone without people who judged him based on his appearance and the actions of his ancestor rather than getting to know who he was, and his own actions, which if judged on their own, would provide ample evidence about his dedication to his clan, Shisui craved to be seen. He craved for connection, for conversations, to have a person he could cherish and talk to without any fear of being judged. And it wasn't as if Shisui had not tried - he had.

One of his favourite hobbies, that he unfortunately never got to indulge in too much, was going to restaurants and trying new foods. The few times he had managed to utilise a disguise to enter some of the restaurants within the Uchiha territory without being spotted, he had enjoyed himself; however, the world they lived in was a dangerous and distrustful one. So, disguises could not be maintained for someone's entire time at a restaurant without arousing suspicion. When he was caught, and the truth was revealed that it was him who was actually behind the disguise, everyone would leave the restaurant. The owners would berate him for ruining their business until he left with his own consent he was coerced into by guilt.

Shisui vowed to never visit another food establishment again, until his craving for connection itched too much once more, to the point where no scratching and avoidance could relieve it. Shisui knew deep in his heart that it was going to be the same thing again; he would be allowed to enter in his disguise, get caught eventually, everyone else would leave out of disgust and fear towards him, and the owners would berate him until he felt guilty for his own existence. He was right for the most part, except that he was not treated with scorn again, and he never would be, at least not by [Name], who Shisui came to label as his own personal angel.

Meeting

For most of his cases, Shisui adapted well and flourished in achieving ideal outcomes. However, the recent case he was assigned to travel for to collect evidence was counterintuitive. The evidence he attempted to collect did not match with the witness's story; in his perspective, there were subtle inconsistencies in the witness's story. From his gut, Shisui felt as if not everything was disclosed truthfully, that there was something horribly wrong with the witness's story. However, why would a young boy who had just lost his parents, and was now alone with just himself and his baby brother, lie about what happened to his parents?

It just didn't make sense and wouldn't make sense. Coming from someone with his background, if Shisui were to accuse Itachi Uchiha, who was not only revered as a young genius but was beloved warriors' Fugaku and Mikoto's son of being a liar, it would only backfire on him. Plus, even if that's what his gut feeling told him, there was not enough evidence for such a massive accusation. Given how he was also judged and perceived as "it's only a matter of time before he too becomes a traitor", Shisui did not want to do that anyway. Nonetheless, the entire situation did his head in. All the pondering and thinking elevated his stress, and for that reason, he craved sweets. Even if he knew it was going to be the same and he was going to be kicked out before he would finish his meal, Shisui desperately needed a sweet treat.

Knowing his options were limited with being banned from a few establishments already, Shisui made his way towards the small cafe that was just a few streets away from his own home. This cafe was famous for selling its sweet delicacies.

Entering the premises, Shisui observed that the small cafe was inhabited with only two other males aside from himself, aiding to lessen the building guilt in the pit of his stomach. Now, when he would be discovered, and people would run away, there should not be too much damage since only two other people were present to witness it.

Walking up to the counter, Shisui subconsciously tightened his outer robe towards himself, as if to make sure it hid his face, and his abhorrent third wing. He waited for a few moments before he was greeted by the owner.

The dull dark brown yukata did nothing to hide the owner's beauty; evidently, she was a silver-beaked tanager, and her wings were just alluring. Feathers closest to the inner core of her wings were a deep crimson, and became darker in their shade as the feathers near the ends of her wings were fully black. Some of her black feathers were tinted with a white shade, and as her wings twitched behind her with each movement, they radiated a plum shimmer. Unlike most individuals' wings that Shisui was acquainted with, that is, powerful warriors like himself who had gigantic wings, the girl before him had smaller and rounder wings. Her wings were up to her hips, and with each movement she had made while walking up to the counter, the darkness of the crimson and black colours of her wings seemed to absorb the light in her cafe rather than reflect it - it added to the plum shimmer. But, it was her smile - her bright, wide, ear-to-ear grin as she greeted him that caused his heart to skip a beat. 

“Welcome! What sweet treat is tweeting to your mood today?” She greeted, her irises widening and glistening with warmth. 

Shisui could not help the chuckle that left his lips. “Tweeting?” 

Smiling, she waved him off. “Of course, we’re all birds. Now, what’s tweeting for you?” 

“The strawberry matcha cake is chirping for me, I’d like three slices,” Shisui retorted cheekily. 

“Coming right up. Your name, and any drinks?” 

“Just green tea, and Shisui.” He responded easily; however, as soon as the words left his mouth, Shisui felt his heart drop to his stomach. Instantly, his eyes snapped to the girl in front of him seeking signs for recognition of his name and expecting disgust and ire to start forming on her face. But, there was none of that. She continued smiling as she scribbled whatever she had to for his order and the cost of it, and then extended out her hand. 

“Nice to meet you Shisui, I’m [Name].” 

Few moments passed and Shisui simply stared at her extended hand and blinked owlishly. Then, realising that it was starting to feel strange with more passing seconds, he awkwardly interlaced their hands and shook it. While Shisui had calluses, cuts, and roughness on his hands due to his warrior responsibilities, he felt roughness to [Name]’s hands as well, particularly,  dryness. He assumed it was due to baking all the sweets presented on the cafe’s menu. Weirdly, this was the first time he was touching someone’s hand outside of his battles and that specific scenarios usually also involved severing it. With craving, he held onto her hand longer than usual for a handshake, and then with much reluctance, he let it go eventually. 

“Please take a seat wherever you’d like, and I’ll bring your slices to you.” [Name] instructed simply. Shisui nodded and then moved towards an isolated seating table for two that was away from the other two customers, but positioned in a way where his own back was to the wall, and he could overlook the entire establishment. Given his occupation, it was natural for him to be seated where his back would not be exposed to others, and he was seated in a manner where he could observe everyone and everything else. 

It was not long until the aromatic smell of strawberry and green tea greeted him as his cake slices and tea was settled in front of him on the table. He flicked his eyes to stare up at [Name] who was smiling softly at him. Behind his covered face, Shisui felt his cheeks heat up. 

“Enjoy your food.” [Name] said, and from her standing posture, as she was looking down on Shisui, her wings were fully sprawled behind her. It protected his eyes from the blinding sun that shone through the cafe’s window, glowing behind [Name]’s wings and making her appear like an angel. In Shisui’s eyes, the basic decency she displayed towards him, which was sparse, she may as well be one. 

[Name] turned her back to him and walked towards the counter. However, just as she walked past the table that was occupied by two other male customers, [Name] felt and Shisui saw, one of them caressed her rear. Shivers of extreme discomfort and disgust went through [Name]’s spine, and her weathers ruffled in response to her emotions. Both of the males started snickered. 

“Can I order you for extra dessert, sweet thing-” one of them started, however, before he could finish speaking, blood was gushing out his mouth. The sound of him struggling to speak, muchless breathe, and gargling on his blood, made [Name] turn towards their direction. Then, before his acquaintance could react, he was met with the same fate - his throat was slit clean. His blood splattered on the chairs and table around them, including some on [Name]. 

Feeling shell-shocked from prior events, [Name] was frozen, and mindlessly watched the slaughter before her. She stared at Shisui bewildered, and her wings were frozen amidst their rough ruffles from the fear that was currently paralysing her. 

“Such filths. Treating someone so kind with such disgrace.” He hissed, venom dripping from every single word he spoke. In anger, his sharp wings had torn the robe he had hidden them with, and extended themselves fully. They were seen even beyond his head, and it was the third wing between his pair that was ruffling the most in response to fury. Shisui pulled his mask off his face, and the three tomoes of his sharingan were blazing with emotions of ire and spinning wildly. 

Shisui’s eyes softened when he saw how [Name] had frozen, and he walked up to her. 

“I’m sorry you witnessed that. I should’ve been more considerate of how I took care of them, but what they did, you don’t deserve that and I reacted immediately. But, I don’t regret it, trash like them deserve what they get. Kind people like you shouldn’t even be looked at by filth like them. Kind people like you need to be protected and revered. Obviously, you don’t have a protector - otherwise that wouldn’t have happened. I’m going to be your protector from now on.” 

Yandere

Ever since the day when Shisui had first visited [Name]’s establishment and promised to be her protector, he had lived fully up to it. Typically, he remained in the shadows as she went through her day-to-day cafe responsibilities: food and drink prepping, cleaning, welcoming customers, and everything else. At times, he helped her with what he could behind the scenes; however, given his notorious reputation, it was through the shadows and his presence was never evident. That was another reason why there had been more deaths for people who thought [Name] to be defenseless and tried to get away with harassing behaviours. 

Given his responsibilities as a warrior and that being a priority at most times, when Shisui was away for long times and distances, he would leave one of his crow familiars behind to keep an eye on [Name]. That way, if something happened when he was not present, then his familiars were sufficient enough to handle common qurrals, but he also had the ability to transport to where his crow(s) were located. It was also to keep an eye on [Name] and to make sure she stayed loyal to him when he was still learning to trust her, but mostly it was for her own protection and good. 

Shisui felt blessed. It was like all the pain and isolation he had experienced in the past was worth the bliss he was living now. Like other normal birdfolk, Shisui had assumed [Name] would scorn him and perceive him as a psycho freak if not only for his wings' deficits, but also for the fact that he had literally murdered two individuals in front of her. Maybe she did think of him as a psychotic freak, and that’s why she knew that it was easier to go along with whatever he wanted and said than to go against his word and find herself in the same fate, or worse. Regardless, Shisui always chose not to spiral about that and was simply relieved that his [Name] was an easy going person. She was happy to adjust to the new changes in her life that he saw fit for her own good. It was for this reason that Shisui found it easier to trust her, and allowed her to continue running her cafe that she really did love to do, as long as he could keep his eye on her. Had she been argumentative, he would have burned down her establishment. He would have taken her away and hidden her in a place no one else could have harmed her, and only he would see and protect her. It would have been for her own good. 

Everything he always did was for her own good.

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A/N: 'three legged crow' for Shisui I just changed to three wings since three legs in this context would be too weird to work with. How would three legs even function in this context yk? Not sure if he'd be medically fit to walk with three legs, much less be a fighter. Shisui's darling is based on a silver-beaked tanager (they're such cute birds!)

[averyy-rae]

Little Rabbit

Thinking about...

Note: I'm back to writing :>

Yandere Hunter, who finds you in the middle of the woods. The sun already setting, night crawling in.

All helpless, poor thing.

You stepped into a bear trap, your delicate ankle being crushed by forceful metal teeth. You're on the verge of passing out, the pain almost blinding after you've tried to wiggle free for the past 3 hours.

You're light headed, vision blurry from the pain and your tears. Then you hear leafs crunching under heavy, determined steps.

You can only make out the huge silhouette of a man. Unable to make out a face in the dim light of the crawling night.

Your heart beat picks up, but you're unable to move. Muscles sore, body limp.

He spots you from a distance, long before you did him. He abandons the silence which he is normally adept to and lets each bootfall land with a soft thud, making sure his presence announced itself. All in an effort to not startle his poor prey too much.

Seems like a little rabbit got itself caught in his trap.

He doesn't speak, only humming in acknowledgement to your predicament. A deep and weirdly gentle sound, coming from a man with such a big stature.

He skillfully and gently releases your foot from the trap. This sends searing hot pain through you, making you cry out pitifully.

He shushes you. Big hands, rough from his work, inspect your ankle.

Then without much warning, he picks you up with one arm. Holding you against his burly chest. In his other hand, he carries the trap.

Yandere Hunter carries you through the woods, now dark and unsettling.

You must have passed out because next thing you know, you're on laying on a soft surface. A bed. His bed.

You feel your heart rate pick up again. Everything comes clashing down. You feel a headache forming and your ankle aching.

"You're awake."

This startles you. You head whips to the right and you spot him. The movement makes your headache flare up and you wince.

You hear a deep voice tutting at you. He approaches the bed and sits on a chair angled towards it.

He checks your ankle and nods to himself. "Bad wound. This will take a while to heal." He states.

You can make out an accent in his english, maybe german.

You just stare at him. A mix of fear and confusion on your face.

"....." you can't think of anything to say. Your mouth open, no words forming.

"You walked right into one of my traps. But you seem more of a little rabbit than a bear." He even chuckles.

This only unsettles you further.

He seems to notice. "Gunther". You look at him, probably bewildered. "That's my name little rabbit."

You manage a nod at which he seems satisfied.

He then picks up a glass of water, which had to have sat on the side table and out of your sight.

He brings it to your lips and you drink. If only because his huge hands look extremely threatening, holding the small glass of water.

Just a few minutes later you feel drowsy. Breath slowing.

"Just a little something you help you sleep." He says, holding up the glass of water.

'He drugged it?' Of course he did.

You try fighting sleep, but after minutes of fighting, your eyes finally close. As you drift off, you hear a deep voice shushing you.

And then you're out.

[bananastarlo]

I see you

childhood friend yandere x shy reader

You two are in the same daycare. He is the complete opposite of you — a loud, confident boy who charms both the adults and the other kids with the big grin he always enters the room with.

You, on the other hand, didn’t stick out too much. Always a bit more hesitant and shy around new people.

One of the things on the agenda today was a field trip.

Having arrived at the destination, the caretakers gave you instructions:

“Okay, little stars. Today is a wonderful day to play a game, don’t you agree?“

The others cheered in agreement.

“We hid clues that you’ll be able to find in this area! So get in pairs, if possible with someone new!“

As the childcare worker claps in her hands, the children scatter around, most of them sticking with their usual friend groups.

However, you stayed back. Nobody came up to you, and you were too anxious to approach the others, fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt while focusing on the ground with your head low.

The caretaker took notice of your little form and exchanged worried glances with the other adults, slowly drawing near and crouching down to your level.

“Hey, have you found a partner yet?“

You shook your head no.

Reaching out her hand, she kindly offered to find a partner for you.

Yet, before you could take her hand, he appears in front of you — scraped knees, a backwards cap and messy hair — flashing you a boyish grin.

“Come on, let’s go together!“ he chirped, eyes glistening with fondness while yours lit up with happiness.

He took your hand and led you to where his friends were. They couldn’t understand why he refused their offer to pair up, until you showed up, shielded by his body.

As you both were hunting for clues, you felt yourself growing more and more relaxed in his presence.

He always protected you from slimy bugs and held your hand so that you wouldn’t get lost without him.

“You’re now my best friend.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question, because he wouldn’t accept you saying no.

And you smiled.

“I like that.”

And the smile you gave him was so genuine, he felt his own heart beating a little more than usual.

You spent the rest of your childhood years sticking to him like glue. You admired him and his presence.

One day, when you were older, you spent time at his house. It was basically yours as well, with how much time you spent there.

Lying next to each other, you faced away from him while he stared at your back, too scared to move.

At times, he could be quiet. He could be soft. But only you were allowed to see this side of him. Only you deserved it.

As he listened to your slow, rhythmic breathing, you turned around.

You weren’t expecting him to be so close — your noses almost touched.

And your stomach flipped at the sight of his half-opened eyes that now widened as much as your own.

He saw it — your pupils, dilated.

His heart began hammering against his ribcage, and he pressed his face into the mattress.

“What?“ you murmured softly.

“N-nothing! You just threw me off guard.”

His response made you chuckle. It was cute to see him without his usual confident tone.

As older teenagers, you both started to see each other differently.

Behind his golden-boy personality and sheepishly handsome face, there was something deeper, a protectiveness directed at you.

He saw you as a woman now. And you, well—

You planned a movie night. Just the two of you.

You’d both been so busy lately, you started to miss his annoying voice and the way he always made you feel right.

As the movie played, you became bored and decided to mess with him a little, just enough to get a reaction.

“Heeey,” you utter, laying your leg on his.

He grinned, showing the dimples you adored so much on him.

But as you started to snuggle up even more and chose to playfully ruffle his messy hair, he became serious.

His hand gently gripped your wrist halfway, and your smile dropped.

“Do you not realize what you’re doing to me? That’s not fair,” his voice croaked — low, with a dangerous hint.

You became nervous and replied, laughing the awkwardness off.

“What do you mean? I’m just playing with you.”

He sighed, propping himself up on top of you, which knocked the breath out of your lungs.

“I’m not the little boy anymore who took these things as innocent gestures. Please acknowledge me as a man. And if you were to do that with every man while being so oblivious… I would rather keep you locked up. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t deny the way that made you feel — more than it should.

[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~

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hi!! I really liked your prisoner mark origin with his like, I think paralyzed waist down girlfriend, could you maybe do a all the variants with their disabled girlfriend, where she doesn’t die lol, just how they go about having a disabled lover! Pretty please 🙏

Very normal about your condition. Sure, he does worry sometimes, like when he has to leave you alone for long periods of time, but for the most part he is understanding. He respects your independence and is not the type to force his ideas of safety on you. 

That being said, while he is laidback, he is still Mark Grayson. He will not tolerate anyone making fun of you or insulting you or looking down on you. His wrath does not discriminate either. The elementary school kids who stole your old wheelchair have a fear of heights now. The nosy old lady who turned her nose up to you at the grocery store and muttered “cripple” under her breath is missing her roof. 

mohawk, shiesty, head cap, MASKLESS

Who needs a service dog when you have this guy waiting at your every beck and call? He has an amazing sixth sense when it comes to you; he’s pushing a glass of water towards you before you realize that you’re parched, and he’s already spinning the wheel of names you two made for takeout before your stomach can make a sound. He has an antenna dedicated for your needs.

He’s also an effective guard dog, unable to relax when there are other people near you. One look from his soul-sucking eyes is usually enough to scare away potential attackers, not that he will ever let you see that side of him. 

FULL MASK, prisoner, sinister, no goggles

Dog? Oh, no, no, no–this man is the dragon flying around your ivory tower. Humans have always been weak, but you can’t even run away from danger. The outside world? Perish the thought. You have everything you need in the paradise he built just for the two of you: an entire library with a copy of every book in existence, a garden which houses every flower that belongs to his immortal empire, a whole planet to hold your favorite things, and a team of professionals dedicated to ensuring your safety and happiness.

He has eyes and ears everywhere so even when he’s not with you, he is still with you. Abandon all hope, you cannot escape your gilded cage, so just enjoy your life as the most pampered bird alive. 

FLAXAN, OMNI-MARK, target, viltrumite

Disclaimer: The image used in this post does not belong to writerclaire. It was lifted from: https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/

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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

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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.

~~~

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.

~~~

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

[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.

[invincibledc]

Imagine omegaverse au! Older damian Wayne

Tw:Yandere Damian tossed around like pepperoni

Imagine Damian making you wear his clothes. Just so the other alphas know you have a mate, because he’s tired of having to kill those alphas that dare touch his territory. Damian always sniff your neck, scenting you in lots of ways. He can’t have you not smelling like him around Gotham. Damian just marks you in places you consent to, he doesn’t want to make his beloved uncomfortable. His glare towards other alphas who dare challenge him have a death wish. It’s clear you belong to him, so why on earth are you attracting a lot of other alphas. Guess he’ll have to mark you again tonight.

[untoldstar]

rich yandere x reader part 3

part 1 part 2

I missed my bby warner so yay part three after a decade everyone applaud🙏

male yandere, female reader

Warner impatiently drums his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the restaurant's window. Specifically, on your figure sitting on a table in front of the window, allowing him a front-seat view of your supposed 'date' with this random man. After he shows you all he could offer you on a silver platter, somehow, you still run to another mediocre man who takes you to an alright restaurant at best for a first date.

He's a little disappointed in you if he's being honest. And he's more disappointed with how you're acting like you're actually enjoying this.

You sip your wine with a smile, cheeks flushed bright in the warm lighting, eyes glazed over and gazing into that man's eyes like he's the only one you see. Leaning over the table closer to him, letting him touch your hand.

Just what do you think you're doing?

The drumming fills the silence of his car, and he's surprised the windows aren't fogging up with the way he's huffing and puffing. He's waiting for this little playdate to be over so he can have a little chat with you, and if you aren't being a difficult brat like you always are, he could take care of you properly. You shift in your seat slightly to rummage through your purse, and his eyes zero in on the movement., You only twisted your body slightly to the side, but the slight movement made the fabric of your dress shift, revealing a dark navy strap tugging at your skin.

He stills. Were you wearing his present for another man? Were you planning to show it to him? To use it?!

His body is moving before he even realizes it, swinging his car door open and slamming it behind him like a madman. A couple walking down the sidewalk whip their head to the sound, concern painting their face, but he ignores them and keeps walking towards the double glass doors. He charges towards your table, and your date notices him first, his smile fading as his eyebrows pull in a tense line, you turn to look over your shoulder and your eyes are blown wide, you almost jump out of your seat and bolt but he makes it to your table in long strides before you get the chance to, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

Your date notices your reaction and straightens up "Can we help you-" Warner looks at him with absolute disgust and disdain, like he's nothing more than a pest that dared to crawl near him "I'm not in a great fucking mood tonight, I'd mind my business if I were you." His gaze slides back to yours, softening only a little but still having that hard edge where his anger burns slowly. "Come on love, let’s go." He sighs extending his hand out for you to take it, and you feel like your entire body is on fire. "Excuse me? I'm not going anywhere with you, and if you thought for even a second that I'd do otherwise, then something is seriously wrong with you." He huffs and rolls his eyes. "Save me the dramatics, love. Come with me so I can dine you properly and discuss this little stunt you pulled." Your jaw drops, "Stunt?!" You don't mean to but you shout making a few heads turn in your direction. You feel embarrassment creep up to color your cheeks as you hear murmers around you but you don't back down "You follow me and crash my date, which I have been enjoying up until now, and I'm the one who pulled a stunt?" You're both glaring at each other, fire burning behind your eyes, bodies tense. You dates eyes dart between both of you, almost hesitating to intervene. He pushes his seat back, the wood screeches against the floor, and you both snap your head towards him. "Listen, man, you need to leave. She doesn't want you here, and we'd like to finish our date. We don't need to make a scene." Warner doesn't say anything, only stands still and stares unblinkingly at your date. You hold your breath, You wouldn’t be completely surprised if he pounced on your date right now.

But he never does. He only walks away from your table and through a door in the back disappearing deep in the restaurant. You share a worried glance with your date and shrug, both of you not saying a word. A few minutes later, Warner is walking out with a paper in his hand and determination in his eyes. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes "He fucking didn't.." You whisper, and your date looks confused.

The entire table shakes when Warner slams the paper down, silverware clinking and wine spilling on the white cloth. He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently. You take a closer look to read and have your suspicions confirmed.

The fucker actually did it.

"I assume you have the basic capability to read, meaning you realize I own this place now. Get the fuck out of my restaurant." Your date scoffs "Whatever man, you're insane. Come on, let's get out of here." He picks up his coat and reaches out to hold your hand when Warner blocks it "You won't be taking her anywhere or putting your hands anywhere near her." His tone isn't the usual polite classy one you're used to. He sounds viscious, like he's being held back by a thread. You spring up from your seat catching both their attention “This is ridiculous. Look, I need to take care of this, you should leave." Your date almost looks betrayed and he looks at you like you're the craziest person he's ever met "Are you serious? He's crazy-" You reach a palm up to pat his chest comfortingly "I promise I'll be okay. I'll call you later." Warner scoffs, muttering under his breath "Like hell you will." You hold back from shooting him a glare instead focusing on your date who seems to be having an internal conflict. Eyes darting between you and Warner before he slowly nod "Okay I uh- Just text me or call me or soemthing. Let me know you're okay.” You nod and give him a gentle smile and he finally leaves but not without looking over his shoulder about five times. As soon as the doors shut behind him you hastily grab your coat and purse and walk around Warners body to the door, not once looking at him and not bothering to put on your coat either, the only thing on your mind was getting as far away as possible from him. A decision you soon regreted as the cold air hit your exposed skin. You were only a few steps out of the restaurant before you heard the door open behind you followed by shoes tapping on the concrete floor. He gently tugs at your arm "Wear your coat, it's cold." you shake your arm out of his grasp and coontinue walking "Not cold." He hufs behind you.

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s rolling his eyes "I don't mind working for it love but I really don't think either of us is in the mood tonight." You hear his footsteps behind you but you continue ignoring him. That is untill yout feet are lifting off the air and you're being thrown over his shoulder like a sack of patatoes "What are you doing?!" Your hands ball up into fists and pound on his back “Put me down. Now!” You tel when you feel a sharp sting on your ass “Stop fussing darling.” You reach his car and finally he lets you down. If he notices how red your face has gotten he doesn’t show it. He opens the passengers door and looks at you with a bored expression “Get in.” You’re tempted to spare a glance behind your shoulder to see if you could make a run for it but settle with quietly getting in the passenger’s seat. After tonight you’re sure he has no issue picking you up and placing you in the car himself if it came to that.

The car ride is quiet. Only the hum of the cars engine and the clicking of the blinker filling the silence. You shift uncomfortably in your seat and clear your throat “How did you know I was on a date tonight?” He sighs and smiles softly “I always know what you’re doing. I thought you knew that already.” You roll your eyes “So you followed me like a psychopath and ruined my date?” He shakes his head bitterly “That was a joke not a date. He doesn’t deserve you.” You turn to him fury in your eyes “And you do?!” The car stops abruptly and you brace a hand on the dashboard “Yes I do. More than anyone and I truly don’t understand why you can’t see it. I’ve shown what I can offer you and you’ve barely considered it. What’s worse after everything you go to a random man who can’t give you half the things I can” He growls “Do you truly despise me that much?” His eyes hold desperation and frustrations. Your glare softens “Are you really never going to stop chasing me?” His gaze hardens “Never. You can hate me all you want, you can throw out everything I give you and I’ll never stop.” You sigh your body going limp. You look out the window to see you’ve been outside your apartment this whole time.

You bite your lip and curse under your breath “Okay.” You’re probably going to regret this “One date.” He smiles and reaches a hand up to caress your cheek tenderly “Thank you love.” He leans in and his breath fans against your ear “I promise you’ll wish you would have done this sooner.” You shudder and push him away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself I’m just getting you off my back.” You grab your purse and reach to open the car door “Burn it.” You blink “Burn what?” He looks at you with an unamused stare “What you’re wearing under that dress. I’ll buy you a different one.” You scoff “Pervert.”

You make sure to slam the door behind and not look back once knowing he’s staring at you.

The next morning just as promised a package arrived at your door. Dark red, lacy and filling your head with thoughts you don’t want.

“I should make it clear you don’t wear this for anyone else love.

See you soon.”

You don’t crumple his note and chuck in the trash like you normally do.

Guess you’re going on a date.

[space-batzz]

He’d do the same for me ♡

doodle :P

(Question: does this count as a yandere au if she’s killing her lover’s stalker so he can be safe?)

[an-ambivalent]

Yandere! Tengu! Itachi Uchiha

Warning: As this is yandere fiction, this deals behaviours that may be uncomfortable or triggering to read.  Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl.

The Lore

The notorious Uchiha clan comprises of bird demons that are mostly of Tengu and Garuda species. With their enormous wings, typically black, they dominate the skies with their ferocity and vigour. Battles are evident to be fought by the Uchiha Tengu and Garuda when dark skies are left hovering over their deceased enemies, and accompanying the storm rain, there are also black feathers. There's an infamous warning; beware the arrival of the black skies for a storm is coming to drown you, and with it, the shedders of the black feathers approach to kill and bring your rue.

Power and influence was gathered in many ways. For the bigger bird clans like the Uchiha and the Senju, who had more authority, control, and impact, part of it stemmed from the other smaller bird clan's area they had took over through peaceful negotiations or force. The way power and control was gained over a smaller bird clan determined how they were treated, what benefits and influence they were offered once they were under the rule of the more powerful clan.

Your family that carried the extreme rare features of the blue-eyed ground-dove were a small but powerful branch from the bigger dove family. With smaller cinnamon-coloured wings that differed from the variations of bigger white and brown coloured wings from the rest of the dove branch families, so did your families abilities. They went beyond simple healing and protection spells that other dove families were limited to - cinnamon-colour winged doves had the potential to awaken celestial abilities like energy manipulation and dispelling malicious intentions which made them highly sought after and hunted even amongst their own. That is what led to your family branch breaking away from their own dove family. They easily accepted peaceful negotiations for a Treaty from the Uchiha who offered their protection and benevolent living under their rule, in exchange for your clan healing abilities to help them off the battle field.

You were introduced to Itachi Uchiha, the first son of one of most influential Uchiha families even amongst their clan, as his sole playmate when you were six years old.

First impressions (third pov)

Even when he was four-years-old, Itachi knew that his clan held big expectations for him in his future. Unlike other Uchiha Tengu children, who's wings would sprout at three years old, he was born with full-feather wings. By the time he was seven, his wings were the size of a typical fifteen-years-old Tengu. They were visible from his back, and bigger than his own height. There were background conversations of even beginning his debut in their battles soon, which was five years sooner than the typical Tengu. For that reason, he was evidently surprised when he was introduced to an actual playmate, a six-years-old dove, who appeared to be completely opposite of him - weak, dainty, fragile. Her small and unusual cinnamon-coloured wings, that were not even half of her size, twitched behind her anxiously.

Gently, his mother, Mikoto nudged the girl before him with a big smile on her face. "Itachi, I want you to meet [Name]. She comes from the blue-eyed ground-dove lineage, you two are going to be friends from this day forward."

It was a straight forward statement, and both children understood there was no choice.

Itachi observed the small girl before him as she bowed to him in greeting. Upon her bowing posture, he keenly observed that in between the cinnamon colouring of her wings, the inner core of the weathers were brown, and the ends of it were white like the typical dove colouring. As she raised to her full height, which was just below his shoulders, he saw wide doe like [e/c] eyes returning his stare. However, instead of the scrutiny he observed her with, [Name] only looked back at him in general curiousity. He wondered why she was called a "blue-eyed" ground-dove when there was nothing magnificently blue worthy in her eyes.

He nodded curtly. "Pleasure to meet you."

With the surface-level introduction completed, Itachi proceeded to show [Name] around his family home. For the entirety of their tour, and beyond that time they were ever expected to spend as "friends", [Name] would be so meek, Itachi typically forgot she was even around him.

It was three months after their introduction, upon returning from his first battle, a quarter of his wings, not simply just feathers, but his wings, cut off, half at death's door, that Itachi came to understand [Name]'s value. His father, Fugaku, had rushed in their home holding him with a vice grip, but maneuvering in a such a caution manner to minimise his blood loss. Itachi was sweating profusely, his breathing become shallower with each passing second, face losing its colour, overwhelmed with the pain of losing part of his wings, bleeding from his stomach, and coming in and out of consciousness.

"Mikoto, get the medic now!" Fugaku's voice boomed, as she rushed into the room, holding a two-years-old Sasuke in her arms, gasping in shock when she saw the condition Itachi was in. She immediately put down Sasuke on the ground, and hovered above Itachi crying out in horror.

"All the medics are deployed to the main branch right now, there's no one! What are we supposed to do? What happened?" Mikoto cried, instantly starting to pat Itachi's head in an attempt to offer comfort.

"The damn Senju got him. They're building an alliance with the Uzumaki," He hissed through gritted teeth, and clutched onto Itachi tighter. "What the fuck are we supposed to do? He's going to die if we don't get help soon." And for a man who usually stayed composed or wore a frown on his face, fear was present in his voice. Their youngest, Sasuke, sensing the tension and the fear amongst his parents, also started to wail. The unneeded stress of their youngest crying agitated Fugaku, and he was about to take his anger out on him. However, a small hand lingered on the back of Sasuke's head and with the golden colour emitting from it, the boy came to feel calmer, and ceased his wailing until he felt drowsy.

"Mrs. Uchiha, please look after Sasuke. I can help Itachi." [Name] murmured softly, and she waited for no response before she started her work. Mikoto had immediately run to Sasuke in fear of her second son's safety when she noticed he had fallen asleep and was about to fall face first. Meanwhile, Fugaku was going to attempt to retort back and challenge the ground-dove, but he never got the chance to.

Weaving four hand signs consisting of the dragon, bird, tiger and bird again, [Name] put her hands just above Itachi, not physically touching him, and started to move her arms around. A white glow started to form in her hands, extending to her wings as they sprawled open, and blue flecks lined with gold started to colour her eyes. Manipulating some type of energy, Itachi's wounds stitched themselves close, and his symptoms started to improve. Miraculously, Fugaku and Mikoto observed in extreme shock, mouth gaping wide, as his wings started to regenerate to return to their original size again.

With his pain easing up, and breathing becoming easier, Itachi opened his eyes to see the deepest shade of blue, like the depths of the ocean, greeting him back to life and wide cinnamon-coloured wings, raised around him protectively. As he came to understand the situation he was in and well enough to bolt up in shock, [Name] abruptly ceased her energy manipulation she had done to heal him, and collapsed beside him on her hands. Now, her breathing was shallow, sweat dripping from her forehead, and she made a loud gargling sound, before she started to throw up blood. Immediately, Itachi was by her side, his small arms wrapped around her shoulders, rubbing her back gently.

"What have you done!" He screeched in horror, as he watched her struggle to breath. He wasn't the only one, because Mikoto had ran to her side and put her hand on her head, with chakra enveloping her hands to try ease the girl's pain. She had glared at Fugaku, and having been together for as many years as they had, he instantly knew what to do - he left the room to get medical supplies needed for brief intervention.

The small cinnamon-colour winged girl mustered her energy and looked up at Itachi. As they held their eye contact, Itachi finally understood why she was a "blue-eyed" ground dove. The rich and deep blue hue of her eyes presently was like staring in endless depths of an ocean, and a gold ring surrounded her irises. He only got to admire it momentarily, because as she coughed once again, it started to fade away to her usual colour.

"We're friends, right? Friends help each other," She murmured weakly, and although she smiled softly, it was grotesque with blood dripping down her chin from both sides of her mouth. But to Itachi, for the first time, she was not dainty, nor weak, and definitely not forgotten. Instead, she was a warrior, brave, stupid and very pretty.

"That's not-" He began to say, however, before he could finish his sentence, [Name] fainted in his arms. Mikoto, understanding that she had used her chakra extremely beyond her limits and was exhausted, and her own attempt to heal the girl's nausea had finally kicked in, remained calm. However, for Itachi, who was still a seven-years-old boy, his eyes widen in horror. He clutched onto her tightly. Thinking the worst, he cried out for her in fear and it was in that moment, that for the first time ever, his onyx eyes had turned red with two black tomes in one eye, and one black tome in the other.

Yandere

Ever since that night when [Name] had first saved Itachi, especially miraculously giving him back his wings, he had vowed that he was never going to be in a position where that had to happen again, where she would have to sacrifice her wellbeing for his. Instead, he owed her a life debt. He would protect her, would always protect her. He would sacrifice himself if it ever came down it.

Ever since that night, many things had changed in his family. First, Mikoto and Fugaku also came to become immensely fond of her because she had saved their son. He was almost at death's door, and she had brought him back, and she had returned his wings. On top of that, it was because of her that Itachi had awakened his sharingan on that night. Awakening their kekkei genkai at such a young age spoke of potential, warrior-level potential for power, and if the Uchiha loved anything, it was power.

Itachi's miraculous recovery did not come without other unwanted consequences. The clan elders had visited them and had continued to visit them in pursuit of the real knowledge behind what had happened. And although Fugaku was protective of his sons, and became more wary of the battles they were sent in over time, his clan wellbeing was his top priority. He was going to tell the villagers the truth, and propose a plan to include the blue-eyed ground-doves to their battles. But, before he could disclose the truth about [Name], or the real potential her lineage was capable of, Itachi was responsible for upholding his self-promised vows to now always protect [Name], no matter the sacrifice.

On an unexpected night, he staged an attack from the Uzumaki and killed his own parents. After all, three people could only keep a secret if two of them were dead.

Understanding what his actions meant, Itachi rose to the responsibility of carrying out his duties as a clan warrior, and raising his baby brother simultaneously. The latter had no idea his own elder brother had killed his parents, and believing that it was an attack from the Uzumaki like the rest of the clan, young Sasuke had cried his heart out until he had made his own vow that he was going to avenge his parents and kill the Uzumaki.

The one person that did know the truth aside from Itachi, had no choice but to keep her mouth shut, and submit to what he asked of her. The young boy she once believe was her best friend, had turned into a madman driven by his overprotectiveness to secure her safety.

"Please, Itachi, there's no need for this. I promised I won't use my powers, I haven't even been training. Please don't do this to me," [Name] begged softly, hoping that he would pity her and let her be for once.

Hearing the pain in his beloved's begging, Itachi's heart ached for her. He wished he could give her everything she wanted; he wished he could just let her be. However, the world they lived in was an absolutely cruel one. For someone as selfless as [Name] who wore her heart on her sleeve, he had to take drastic measures himself to make sure she could not expose what she was truly capable of. Whatever he did, he did for her good. Even if she never understood that because she never left the Uchiha clan's walls to experience the cruelty of the outside world, she did not need to. As long as she was safe, and as long as she was his to protect.

"I'm sorry. It will only hurt for a bit." He promised, and cupping her cheeks in his hands, he bent down and kissed her gently on her lips. Tears fell down [Name]'s eyes as her sprawled wings, that were currently double her size, and even bigger than now adult Itachi's powerful wings, twitched in anticipation. With relevant characters already permanently tattooed on her back, Itachi made the necessary hand signs he needed before putting his hand on her head and performing the jutsu.

[Name] screamed in pain as the tattooed characters left their placement, and travelled to her back where her wings had grown from, and they started to shrink in size until they were so small, that the end of them were only up to her elbows. More tears fell down her face as she started to weep, a bit louder this time. With sincere regret in his eyes, Itachi hugged her and gently rubbed her arm while kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Shh, it's okay. This pain will be over soon. You'll be okay. I'm away for the battle for a few days and this sealing should last until my return. I'll try to come back fast, be a good girl and look after Sasuke for me.

I love you." He whispered, and pecked her lips once more.

[Name] continued to cry, but this time it was silent. Still, she knew she had to do what he expected of her. She returned his embrace.

"I love you too."

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In case something was amiss, in this story, the bigger a bird creature's wings are, the more powerful/potential/etc they are understood to be.

The Treaty where the blue-eyed ground doves give their services, obviously every clan has their secrets. The Uchiha don't know that these specific doves have potential for celestial powers - they just wanted healers and protection defense in their vicinity since they lack that.

I chose blue-eyed ground doves for Itachi's darling because they are an actual species of doves that are endangered. They also have different colourings from usual doves (that are white and brown), and so choosing all this makes the reader "quirky" LOL, she's not like other doves :P

I'm planning on this a series for our favourite Uchihas - as you know I'm a mental hoe for this clan lol! That's why in this particular story, there is some world building that will be relevant for the other birdies. If you squint, you'll see some lore hints have been set up for the other Uchiha, potentially other characters too.

I haven't written in a very long time, apologies if this sucks T_T if you liked it, well I'm glad - happy reading!

[sickly-sw33t]

i may not look it, but i’m a bloodthirsty little thing~ i mean, i have to be, to protect the ones i love! you think just anyone would be prepared to bite out the throats of anyone who threatened their darling~? it takes a certain kind of darkness writhing inside, just under the skin.

[ilovespec420]

"ruby eyes in the dark."

Yandere!fem! killer × fem!civilian! Reader

Character description

TW: a light description of gore, height difference, serial story, murder, description of murder , assault , stabbing knife (reader receives), everything takes place in a criminal Russian city of the 90s .

Russia, 1990. June 20th. 15:00.

You're sitting at home, and there's a news report on TV in the background...It seems like a few more people were shot this week... hmm, that's weird..This is the 3rd time this month. In general, more than 20 people have already been shot dead.. And a curfew was announced. This was still not enough. Now you'll have to stop your nighttime walks in the park... And it's still hot outside. It was +21° in the afternoon . And you made the right decision - to go buy yourself ice cream and kvass! You put on your sneakers, cap, and went out in what you were wearing-a regular sleeveless T-shirt and black athletic shorts. And of course, not forgetting about the money, you headed towards the store. And since it was already evening, the daytime heat dropped. You went into the store, and after greeting a familiar saleswoman, you bought yourself a simple ice cream from GOST and 0.5 kvass. That's how yours started little walk, drinking kvass and eating cool ice cream. Everything you need in this heat. You finished your ice cream and sat down on a bench, finishing your kvass. But you've been approached by highly anticipated, but at the same time unpleasant, gopnik personalities. There were about 5 of them. And they are not a surprise in your city, perhaps their "relatives" committed those recent murders..

"Hey, dear, do you have a mobile phone? I need to call my mother HAHAHA."

Said one, and then laughed with his group of friends. But after being refused, he abruptly became serious and reached into his pocket. And then, he fished out a knife.. Damn, things are bad. You quickly got up and ran away, but a quick stab in the back caused you to fall with a loud expletive. And just as you were about to get up, you heard a gunshot, screams and screams of other gopnik and saw the body... The body of the bastard who stabbed you in the back...Someone shot him in the head, and part of his brain got on you. His friends started running away in a panic, but they suffered the same fate... Those screams.. The moans of pain and the smell of metal prompted you faint.

You woke up to someone shaking your shoulders. You opened your eyes, and she was a tall and very masculine woman. Short black hair , tanned skin , strong sinewy arms , countless scars and a red eye . Yes, not the eyes, eye. Because the other one is covered with an bandage like a pirate's. And she smells ... Expensive alcohol, sea, and metal... It 's strange , but it 's so attractive ..

When you got up and more or less came to your senses, you saw an ambulance and a couple of police cars. This woman helped you get up and sat next to you on a bench. And when you felt your back, you felt the bandage. I think you've already received first aid. And soon a policeman came up to you.

"Comrades girls , may I ask what the fuck happened here??"

And then you answered.

"I.. I don't know. I was attacked by some gopniks gang, one of them, as you can see, stabbed me in the back, but someone shot them.. I didn't really see anything myself...."

The policeman grunts with displeasure. And then he speaks again . But this time he's talking to the woman next to you. By the way , she looked about 40 years old . but she looked amazing... Stop stop stop. What are you talking about...?? She's old enough to be your mother. But we digress.

"And you, did you see something?"

" I only came up when this girl was unconscious, and these boys were already dead. Unfortunately, I can't help you. "

And your "interrogation" continued for a long time, and finally you were released. But this woman, as it turned out, her name is Gaetana Gati, an Italian and a former medic, volunteered to escort you.

" Just a second, I need to buy something at the store, can you please wait? "

You just nod and sit down on the bench. Hopefully, the same situation that happened recently won't happen again. And soon she returns , handing you a bar of chocolate , a bag of oranges , and a pack of imported coffee ... And it all looked so expensive...

" Here you go. I can only guess what an emotional shock this is for you. You . You're a young girl with her whole life ahead of her. Take it, don't be modest.. "

No matter how much you denied it, but Gaetana, having escorted you to your apartment, still gave you these "gifts" and wished you a good day and left. It was already 19:00, and the curfew was about to start , and you decided to go to bed. After all, so much has happened today that words cannot describe in a week. And Gaetana is, you're kind of attracted to her... And it scares you. And with such thoughts, you went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately .

Ololol , I hope you enjoyed it, babes, see you all in the next post, bros !!!

[yandere-ghostbox]

Josh

Name: Joshua Zents

Age: 19

Birthday: May 27 (Gemini)

Height: 6'2

Hobbies: Baseball, writing, a History major, likes to work out, keep up appearances, keep tabs on you, enjoys chocolate and believes in clichés and when you get bratty.

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Josh went to school with you, his obsession starting when you simply told him no, a thing he was not accustomed to hearing. From then on he began to follow you, observe you. It started from indignation and curiosity. He wanted to know more about you, someone he had never so much as interacted with before then. You caught his attention for better or for worse. He found you annoying, he found his lack of understanding annoying. He wanted to find out why he couldn't stop thinking about you. 

This benign interest in you grew and festered over the years. You went to a different high school, and while it was much harder to keep track of you, it quelled the more dangerous side of his interests for a time. Details fell through the cracks. Like the fact that you were admitted to the same college he was. A pleasant surprise.

He went to school for baseball, accepting it due in part to the fact that he knew this school was on a list of universities that you were looking at, but he hadn’t dared to hope too much that you would actually choose to go there. It was a shot in the dark so to speak. 

Then he saw you again. 

Fate had spoken.

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From the first encounter up until college, Josh would stalk you, but not with the same intensity as some yandere’s out there. He kept a journal to keep track of you, would snap photos in school when he got the chance, leave you chocolates in your room if he knew you had a bad day, hit a boy who had asked you out if Josh had had a particularly bad day himself. Nothing too extreme however. To him it was a curiosity, not an obsession so-to-speak.

After you two meet again is when he snaps. 

He takes up his journal again, but it’s more detailed. Some pages just have your name written all over it. He has a copy of your class schedule tucked in there with a lock of your hair or doodles and notes you had left behind in your shared class. He knows where you live. He lays with you and watches you while you sleep. He lives to get any reaction from you. He lives for the moments when you see him, look at him, interact with him. Josh doesn't know whether he wants to worship you and learn everything about you in all your complexity or beat that spirit he adores out of you until you beg, and scream, and cry, and apologize for all the pain that you put him through. For now, he just teases you, holding himself back from taking you right on the school lawns when you pout back at him.

He doesn’t think he’ll have to kidnap you, it’s easy enough to get you to trust him, to talk to him, to be comfortable around him, what with your shared proximity and the excuses piling through the ceiling that this class and the subsequent classes he registers for that he knows you did too provides for interaction. You’re already inclined to gravitate towards him due to the ridiculousness of history. Familiarity in a foreign space and all that. However, after waiting for so long, he has to make up for lost time, and if you don't move quick enough for him or if someone else tries to enter the picture, he just might have to take you for himself forcibly.

All he had ever wanted was for you to be his, and he would kill for you to trust him both literally and figuratively.

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His weapon of choice is a bat. Predictable, but effective.

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Once you two are officially “together” in his eyes (whether you end up with him by choice or force), he bares himself to you. The façade falls. He’s needy. He wants your attention and he wants you to touch him and he needs to be with you at all times. He’s clingy. And he’s protective. 

The minor aggression that would spill out beforehand is in full swing now. If anyone dare hurt you, if anyone ever made you cry? He would make sure that their bodies weren’t going to be found any time soon. With you, it doesn't come out until you get intimate. When you put him in his place, when the two of you fight, when you so much as defy him in any way, he loves it. It riles him up in all the right ways. That bratty side of you, that fire that first drew him to you, pushes away his softer adoration and attentiveness and makes him selfish and angry and oh so enthralled. He is a selfish and violent lover, but he’ll be sure to kiss all the bruises and scars he gives you afterwards.

If you choose him/fall for him willingly and naturally, he will be much softer than if he were to kidnap you. It makes him weak when you emote for him. He likes to be romantic for you. If you tried to break up with him? Then and only then would he hurt you. Really hurt you. He really doesn’t want to hurt you, but in this instance, you give him no choice. Because after so long waiting, he would only be repaying you for the pain you caused him for so many years of course. He can’t have you leave him. Not now. Not ever. He would have to prove a point. He would have to teach you a lesson. He’d tell you he doesn't enjoy reprimanding you. You know that he’s lying. 

If it’s the latter, however, expect him to be much more violent. He wants more than just your smiles, he wants your tears and your screams and your anguish too. He is much less tolerant of your rebellion in this scenario and wants payback. If you try to escape him? Don't expect to walk for weeks, or perhaps ever again. He doesn't know his own strength sometimes, and the rage and desperation would only amplify it. Not only would you be defying him, but you'd be denying fate of all things. How ungrateful that you would run from it for so long, and spit in the second chance it gave you by refusing to accept it, to accept him, now that you’re finally together as intended. 

Picrew used

[princess--misery]

The King's Favorite Act

(Silent Jester x Masc Reader / King)

It started with the flowers.

Fresh ones, placed at your bedside each morning - flowers that shouldn’t be in bloom. Deep violet, like ink spilled over a dancer’s wrist. No servants claimed the work, but you always had a guess.

The jester.

Your jester.

They never spoke. Never had, in all their time at court. Yet they said so much.

They bowed too low, held your gaze too long. Danced like a dream unspooling itself for your eyes only. In public, they were playful, strange, fey - but never cruel. Always just enough to be watched.

And people did watch. Until they didn’t.

They began avoiding them. Or, it would seem, the jester would speak to them in the only way they would - silently, with intent.

Afterward, nobles who had once mocked your decisions grew quiet. Their voices turned gentle when addressing you. When you asked what had changed, they offered no answer - only looks that lingered too long on the painted mask behind your throne. Always with unease. Always with respect.

Even now, you feel them before you see them.

A gloved hand appears in the corner of your vision, offering a folded scrap of paper. A flower petal is tucked inside - a single wordless message.

When you look up, they’re kneeling at the edge of your dais, one arm crossed over their chest, head tilted just slightly. The bells on their costume do not ring.

"…You don’t have to kneel," you murmur, not expecting a reply.

They rise, slow and theatrical, their plastered smile never wavering. There’s something behind the painted face today - an intensity you can’t name. Their fingers lift, hovering just beside your crown, as if asking to touch it.

You nod.

They place the crown delicately back on your head - not in mockery, but reverence. You can feel the tremble in their hands. The devotion. The need.

They step back, then spin into a fluid movement - their body folding and arching like poetry, like wind moving through silk curtains. Their performance tells a story: a lonely king, a faithful fool, a bond so deep it wraps around the soul.

And in the end, the king is not alone.

Not ever again.

You watch them for a long moment after they still, heart heavy with questions you dare not speak aloud.

What do they want?

What have they done?

And why do you feel safer when they're near?

"…You don’t have to protect me like that," you say, voice soft. "I can handle them."

The jester tilts their head. Then slowly, slowly, presses one hand to their chest. The other lifts, palm out, a mimed vow. Their shoulders roll in a gentle shrug, as if to say:

I know you can. But I want to.

Later that night, when sleep claims you, you dream of bells ringing in time with your heartbeat. And a painted smile watching from the shadows - not monstrous. Not kind. Just there.

Always.