#tw obsessive behaviour

[stemms]

After rewatching season three of TOH, I’ve noticed an interesting detail. So, as we all know, Hunter has a hair strand reminiscent of Caleb’s that he cuts off at the beginning of ‘Thanks to Them’ to stop being reminded of his abuser and heal properly. Yet, the very moment he’s possessed by Belos, the hair strand grows back.

Although it’s a subtle detail, it encapsulates Belos and Hunter's relationship perfectly: Belos is in complete control of Hunter’s actions, appearance, and future, while Hunter is a vessel to be moulded at the former’s whim. Additionally, it may symbolise Hunter’s struggle to leave his traumatic memories behind and heal. Given that he’s lived his entire life in Belos’ company, his trauma and conditioning simply cannot vanish the moment he gains physical freedom from his abuser. Healing takes a long time, and his abuser’s return isn’t helping at all.

If we compare Hunter’s hair strand from season two and ‘Thanks to Them’, we’ll notice that they’re not identical.

As you can see, it descends into the middle of Hunter’s forehead instead of being positioned to the side like it used to. Guess who else has a hair strand in this exact area. Belos.

The bastard grew it out the very moment he gained control over Hunter’s body, just to mark his ownership over the boy and flaunt it to his friends. Also, remember how Hunter cut his hair short in the intro because his hair length reminded him of his traumatic past? Belos also grew out the rest of the boy’s hair (maybe not as long, but still), possibly to let him know that he’ll never be free, and most importantly, himself.

After breaking free from Belos’ control, Hunter’s hair strand returns to its original side position, which symbolises that he accepted his grimwalker roots, but made sure to remember that he’s his own person, not the tool or property Belos reduced him to. Considering how much happier Timeskip Hunter looks, it’s quite possible that he eventually started associating that part of his hair with something much more positive, rather than with pain and shame.

[caelum-wittebane]

“Your beauty never ever scared me.”

[your-only-saviour]

I can still remember the day I got my hands on Tommy as if it were yesterday, time really does fly, doesn't it? :) Despite having been defying me to the last, there he was crawling back to me, finally realising that I was his only hope and salvation :) Ah, I'll never forget that wonderfully distraught expression, glistening eyes, trembling hands, and panicked pleas :) :) :) Being the benevolent God I am, I simply couldn't ignore his frantic prayers, even despite his sinful nature, so I took him under my wing 💚

He certainly was far from perfect, but luckily for him, I was there to help him and I wasn't going to ever let go, no matter how much it hurt. Being my loyal Angel was his destiny, after all... :) :) :)

[mcg-127]

Hello, I see you found Tommy's blog, and as much as I'm okay with other people seeing it, I draw a line at messing with his mind. You're trying to play a hero and “““save””” him, but what makes you think you know him better than he does? If he says he's happy with me, which is fully true if you aren't aware, then why would you doubt that and gaslight him into thinking I bring him nothing but harm?!

You claim that I'm a bad friend to Tommy just because he's afraid of me, but I must disappoint you – he simply misunderstood my intentions and panicked over nothing. Tell me, how do you expect him to learn anything if he's only rewarded for every little thing he does, and never punished? He'd be so confused of what I expect of him with no guidance from my part...

I suggest that you stop interfering with our life, for your own and Tommy's sake... You wouldn't want anything bad happening to either of you, would you? :) - @dreeamsbff

Oh, hello green bastard. I see you haven't even bothered to make your own account, since you've got an iron hold on Tommy's- is it because you're simply lazy, or you haven't any idea how to use Tumblr, I wonder...? Either way, the fact you're shitting on me for what I told Tommy says more about you, to be honest. Self-conscious control freak, much? I can't believe how much of a hypocrite you are, seriously- you draw the line at me "messing with Tommy's mind" but you can without consequence? And you think I'm saying I know better than he does, while also parading yourself as the ultimate authority & source of knowledge for him. You're a pathetic, abusive piece of shit and it makes me sick. You know exactly what you're doing to Tommy, how you're destroying him, and you dare to attempt sucking me into your bullshit too? It won't work, and it never will. I know your type, and gods forbid I fall for it again.

Ahem. I seem to have let my fury take control for a moment. However much I'd love to rip you limb from limb for all your horrendous behaviour, I'll try to give a proper response. First off, two of your claims contradict each other: "What makes you think you know better?" and saying Tommy is truly happy with you. You have convinced him he's happy with you, convinced him he has no one else - that isn't his opinion, it's yours that you've coerced him into blindly believing out of fear. Secondly, speaking of fear, pure friendship is built off trust & mutual honesty, neither of which is present and your and Tommy's dynamic. Tommy is terrified of you because you hurt him for daring to be his own person, to be independent. That's what you hate, isn't it? You can't control him, so you try forcing him to bow down and obey - his independence scares you.

The only thing Tommy learns when you punish him is fear. He's "good" for you because he's petrified of what you'll do to him if he isn't. That's no way to teach a literal child how to behave, Dream. Children, and by extension teenagers, learn how to behave by seeing good examples... you are not a good example. The only thing you'll achieve with this is making Tommy into an erratic, aggressive but cowering, threadbare shell of what he was before that crumples at the slightest hint of others' disapproval. Is that what you want, huh? I heard you wanted to make him your protégé... well, if you're fine with a high-maintenance pet, then keep going down this path, I dare you. However, it will come back to bite you in the ass when Tommy eventually realises what an awful bastard you are, and flees to somewhere warm and safe like he deserves.

And as for my "interference", your threats do nothing to discourage me from helping an innocent abuse victim realise his situation. I will say, if you punish Tommy for listening to me, that simply proves my point: that you're a control freak who can't stand anyone being independent from you, and you'll do awful things to innocent people to ensure that doesn't occur.

I think I've said my piece for now. Perish and rot in Limbo, you slimy neon-green sliver of scum.

[dreeamsbff]

Oh, Tommy, look at the mess you've gotten yourself into... you'd better be careful, interacting so openly with these people and listening to them without caution :) Imagine what Dream would do in retaliation if he found out you're questioning him behind his back... you wouldn't want to be punished after so long being a good boy for him, would you? :)

That one person, in particular, seems unknowing of what exactly is going on. If I were you, Tommy, I wouldn't take their words to heart without a healthy dose of suspicion :) Of course, some people are benevolent, but no one apart from you & Dream knows enough about the situation, after all. I'm sure Dream is proud that you're defending him so readily, but your other comments agreeing with the asker... well, let's just say it isn't looking too good for you :)

Hmm, especially the fact that you said "I want to escape" word for word... oh, Tommy, what will Dream have to do to you this time? :) I'd imagine he'd want to fix those conflicted thoughts right quick, since he only wishes to help you be better. I wonder if it'll take a simple beating, or severe axe wounds, or both... maybe even something new - like waterboarding in the ocean or being strangled, to get you to listen and obey this time :) Oh, don't panic too much, Tommy; just think, it'll be fine in the end either way... and you'll want to save your breath for the punishment, because I'm sure you'll need it :)

URGHHH WHAT THE FUKC??!?? HOW- HOW DO U KNOW SO MUHC ABOUT US???? NO FUCKING WAYYY . do you think he'd be upset about me uhm... talking to other ppl on here? i thought he was okay with that??? he said so himself... BUT YOU'RE SO RIGHT i shouldn't have questioned him beihnd his bakc, he'd be so uoset FUCKFUCKFUCK .

NONONO I DONT THINK SO ANYMORW I SWEAR!!!! THEY JUST SOUNDED CONVINCING DOESNT MEAN THEY WERE RIGHT!!!!! Dream ALWAYS seemed to know what to do abd tried to help me despite my disobedience and defiance but. i dared doubt his ibtentions again anyway- like LIKE I STILL HAVEN'T LEARNED TO TRYST HIM :(((

OMGOMG IS HE??? I'M SO HONOURED YESSS!!!!! when i just made this blog, he warned me that some ppl might say bad things about him bc they're jealous of what we have, so OF COURSE i was ready 4 that and defended him!!

SHITSHITTTT NO NONONO . d. do yuo think he'd let it slide this time? I MEAN I STILL DEFENDED HIM, RIGHT????

.......HOLT SHIT is that YOU DREAM??? PLEASEPLEAWPKEAW DONT DO anY OF THAT IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SO SORRY AAAAAA!!!!!!!! I WONT DO THIS AGAIN I I WONT LISTEN TO THEM I SWEARRR!!!!

[stemms]

The wildest thing about c!Dream’s “…and you.” is that this freak of a man must’ve interpreted this borderline Fucked Up™ and possessive phrase as a tragic and sweet “You’ve hurt me, but I still think about you” moment in the what-could’ve-happened sense.

What makes it even worse is that this idea may’ve stemmed from the way c!Tommy was always willing to forgive everyone around him, no matter how badly they hurt him, starting with c!Wilbur, and ending with c!Dream. So, following this logic, c!Tommy’s kind nature inspired that unhealthy thought pattern, and indirectly heightened the man’s obsession with him.

c!Dream was always known for twisting every little positive thing in c!Tommy’s life into something horrific, after all…

And every time he succeeded, the blond’s distress could be compared to the tastiest meal he’d ever had.

He could never get enough of it, and only keep on craving more…

More, more, and more…

If it wasn’t for Doomsday, c!Tommy and c!Dream could’ve become friends after exile, despite it being one of the most stressful events in the teen’s life.

His heart was simply too big for this server, and the Admin wished to devour it.

But unfortunately for c!Dream, he overestimated and took c!Tommy’s kindness for granted, losing the access to it forever after pushing him too far.

Still, it was true that they both couldn’t stop thinking about each other, despite hurting each other; almost as if they were tied by fate, and meant to always stay together.

If c!Tommy truly hated c!Dream’s guts, why would he keep on remembering him and the fun time they had together?

Sometimes, these thoughts would cause the teen to cry for hours, making him too perplexed to understand whether he’d like to be far away from his friend captor, or enveloped in his soothing bruising hug.

After all, if it’s not proof that he belongs to c!Dream, then what is? :) :) :)

[your-only-saviour]

Hello, green bastard.

I'm not even gonna bother telling you what you're doing is fucked up & wrong, because you don't care and won't change your ways regardless. Instead, I'll ask about the most important person in this situation, the victim: Tommy!

How is Tommy? I'm guessing you've been treating him horribly, but feel free to elaborate so we have more reasons to hate you >:D

Hello there :)

Ah, I sense a touch of scepticism in your tone. Fear not, for doubt often precedes discovery. Whether seeking solace or understanding, the doors of My church stand open to all who journey with questions in their hearts, regardless of their intentions.

The victim? I wouldn't say so- he's rather My little assistant, perfect Angel, and most importantly, friend. He's been doing very well lately, y'know? There was more... sincerity in his prayers to Me, because he knows that I only want what's best for him- perhaps, one day, you'll realise it too. He's such a kind boy... he made me a spare ring, in case I lost mine- how thoughtful of him :) He adores matching with me, oh, My sweet little Angel :) :) :) I wouldn't trade him for the world :)

[motheronan]

girls i used to say that i get so obsessed with people that i carve their name into my thigh as a joke

i dont think it's a joke anymore

I AM NOT CONDONING THIS BEHAVIOUR BY THE WAY. I AM SHARING IT TO COPE WITH IT AND SEEKING FOR SUPPORT.

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.

PLEASE DONT DO THIS.

[stemms]

Imagine c!Dream grabbing c!Tommy by the shoulder during the Logsted chase and slightly applying more and more pressure on the scar, which not only would be physically painful and uncomfortable, but would also bring back all the horrifying memories c!Tommy wished he could forget :) :) :)

After having escaped c!Dream, whenever c!Tommy accidentally touched his shoulder, the phantom pain not only reminded him of exile, but also of the Logsted chase. It often resulted in panic attacks because it almost felt like his abuser was still there, taunting him, touching him like he was his property, and attempting to kidnap him again :) :) :)

headcanon that c!tommy has two big scars from when c!dream hit him with an axe during exile, one across his collarbone and one on his shoulder. they’re ugly and jagged and never quite healed right, and they’re irritated by the slightest touch. whenever they ache it makes c!tommy think back to exile, of smoke and gunpowder and pain, and he hates it so, so much.

[stemms]

During his lonesome time in exile, c!Tommy began to associate the moon with certain people from his life. After all, how could he not, if he was left all alone most of the time?

The moon was the only thing that never left him, regardless of his behaviour. It was always up in the night sky, silently observing and listening to him — his laughter, his desperate cries for help, his jokes, his screams of agony, his banter with c!Dream, his sobbing…

And just like any God, it never tried to save him.

He was irreparable, as c!Dream often said.

Yet, despite that, the man never left him alone for too long.

And even when c!Tommy didn’t deserve it, he was there to comfort him.

He was always there for him.

He was his friend, wasn’t he?

Surely, he’d never abandon him, like his friends did.

At first, c!Tommy associated the moon with the sight of c!Dream’s pure white, eerie mask, almost glowing in the dark as he silently approached the teen, the fury unmistakable in his posture. So, every time the blond looked at the moon, he’d feel his breath hitch, flinch for seemingly no reason, and feel the urge to hide.

But he was still in the company of the moon alone.

Because c!Tommy hated the idea of remembering the green bastard every time he saw the moon, he attempted to find another association, and kind of reclaim it. It took him quite a while, but one day, as c!Tommy desperately swam toward the beach after sleepwalking into the ocean again, he caught a brief glimpse of the still present moon, and found it.

L’Manberg. His friends. His home.

They’re all so close, yet so far away, just like the moon.

If only it could hear his desperate pleas, and take him away from here…

He missed his friends, so desperately. But he already had a new one, didn’t he?

Sometimes, when c!Tommy looked at his ‘Your Tubbo’ compass, it felt like gazing at the moon again — a comforting feeling. Whenever he looked at the moon, he couldn’t help but wonder if c!Tubbo was doing the same, thinking of him.

However, after the Beach Party, everything changed. The thought of seeing the reflection of c!Tubbo in the moon now broke his heart; it was too much to bear.

What kind of a friend would exile and abandon his friend?

Did he ever care?

…He betrayed him, it was clear.

Suddenly, c!Tommy wished to see c!Dream’s mask again, instead of that traitor his best friend. Everything was so much easier with c!Dream- at least, when he was good for him. They’d laugh, have playful banters, go mining, and simply bond together. It almost seemed to be perfect.

After all, c!Dream cares, and would never lie, or abandon him.

Sure, his rules are tough, but if c!Tommy does everything perfectly- if he’s Good Enough, he’ll never be alone again.

If he’s hurt, maybe he simply… deserves it?

[problema-fic-prompts]

Character A is an autistic girl in high school, she’s really unpopular and is considered weird for her issues with social skills and her “weird” interests so she’s mostly alone.

Character B is a cheerleader and of course she’s super popular and well liked. B has a genuine but unhealthy interest in A, and really starts getting feelings for her. B started going as far as following her around, going through belongings and phone to learn more about A, and even following her home from school.

B eventually does start getting really close with A, and the two started spending basically all of their time together. One day A accidentally left her diary at B’s house, and B couldn’t help but read it.

Not only did B learn so much more about A, She learns that A also really likes her but doesn’t know to tell her and is really scared.

Next time A is at B’s house, B tells A how much she likes her. How much she really likes her, in great detail. How much B thinks about her, how much she loved hearing A talk about her special interests, how B has been basically obsessed with her since she first saw A. Then B kisses A, the rest is up to the writer.

[your-only-saviour]

HHELLO GREEN BITCH ITS ME AGAIN adn before yuo even ask NO I STILL DONT WANT TO JOIN YUOR WEIRD CULT

but um. iguess i just wanted to ask. yknow um. your "Angel", right. ijust. i know yuor full of shit adnwill probably jjust fuckin lie but i just want toknow

is he. is he happier tthis way? imean probably not cause hes fuckin stuck with YOU but. iis he really happy?

- >:3

Hello :) I see you’ve missed Me, My defiant little hero… The doors of my church are always open for you, y’know? :) Ah, it’s almost like you can never stay away from Me for too long… because you’re meant to be Mine :) You’d be a perfect second Angel for Me, I just know it :) :) :)

Aww, are you worried about him? How sweet :) But don’t you worry, he’s more than happy with me… because he finally has a purpose, family, and a place where he belongs 💚

[duskoon]

Yandere!AlterEgo!Ashiya Dōman Short Blurb: Tw: Gn!reader, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Posessive behaviors, Manipulation, Desecration of the dead, Invasion of Privacy, Sadism, Implied one-sided infidelity, Caster of Limbo/Dōman is a warning himself. Taglist: @bluemoondust, since you liked my last ramble regarding my take on fate. Here is a blurb for one of my personal favorite servants in the game. He is so petty, yet such a multilayered character. I will probably write a hc’s for him soon after my other request.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who for some odd reason took a sudden interest on you. There’s something familiar and appealing about you, that he couldn’t put his fingers around it. Something that makes his spiritual core aches and coil at the sight of you.

An incessant need—an obsession, hunger, and a curse if you will— to know more about you, akin to that of a begruding spirit that refuses to move on until it satiate it’s vindication.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who drives you away from Chaldea in hopes of getting you alone. Using every trick and scheme in his book to lure you to him, like a pied piper. Instead of a magical pipe, it was a shikigami conjured in the image of your deceased loved ones.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who adores and drinks upon every expression that comes out of your visage like the finest of sake. The joy that adorns your face after saving a soul at death’s doorsteps, and the sheen of sweat as you pull through the toughest of battles with your servant alongside Mash and Fujimaru.

Yet, the most worth ravishing of all was the pain etching on the contour of your face and bleak eyes; As your world slowly fall asunder by his hands—be it directly or indirectly. It brings him the zenith of elation.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who can’t help himself but hijacks visit you in your dreams. The humble priest, as he calls himself, is far too curious about your inner workings. He wants to pick you apart piece by piece, like jigsaw.

To see the side that you fiercely hide away from the world, the most intimate and shameful part of you. Your own secret garden. His sharp green talons softly caressing your cheeks, as he observe you sleeping. Careless, to the beast’s in a man skin wandering freely in your mind.

Oh. How he wishes to sully you. To witness you become the thing that you have sworn to defeat. To see one of humanity’s saviors fall down to the depths of limbo. Where he awaits and welcomes them within his coldest embrace.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who is cackling vehemently; Going through your memories seething in green, as he sees an image of him of all people here.. Ha. Even in death, his most hated rival still mocks him. Yet… Why! Why! Why was he here?! You were supposed to be his and his alone for the taking.

His eyes grows darker like a sea of an endless abyss, while his smiles expands in madness showing the sharp fangs that laid beneath his faux friendly smile.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who tries to rewrite your memories. To erase him and your allies from the necropolis of your mind, yet failing miserably. Your soul, mind, and heart was protected heavily by him that much he can infer. But… why?

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who finally recognize for who you are, or rather were and why he latched onto you. It makes sense, now. Your essence were that of the beloved wife of Seimei. Ahh.. Fate.. What a cruel mistress, yet she brought you to him once again.

This time, however, he won’t fumble like he once did. You'll be his like you were meant to be, especially now that damned adversary of his is gone for good. Ahh.. You'll be singing his name like a mantra, even if he has to get persuasive and pacify you like he did back then.

“𝑵𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏.. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒌’𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕..”

Footnotes:

• You could say a shikigami is the Japanese equivalent of a familiar, but that's my interpretation.

• The rival refers to Abe-no-Seimei, who bested him multidudes of times in onmyōdō. Which—oversimplification— caused Dōman to be exiled from the capital (Heian-kyō), hence the hatred.

• Secret garden: are essentially the person’s heart and desires. Usually—within Fate CCC— it is uncovered by others. In the case between a servant and their master, it’s purpose usually is to strengthen their bonds.

• Seeing how manipulative Dōman is, he would probably find a way through his darling’s garden. Which, ngl, is terrifying even more so if he wasn't contracted with his darling (not in a servant-master relationship with his darling, meaning he could not be restrained with command seals).

[sol-consort]

May we have a crumb of yandere Kai Leng x reader headcannons or something like that? 🙏 🥺 (I'm sorry)

Hell yeah my dude, you may even get a smooch on the forehead for being the bravest soul out there to ask for this.

Yandere Kai Leng HC

[Dark content, yandere, stalking, obsession, possessive behaviour, enemies with tension, love/hate relationship]

[Shepard reader - gender neutral]

"You killed the scientists... What do you want?"

"Your attention."

Kai Leng is many things, an assassin, a killer, a bastard and the most annoying thorn digging at your side with exceptional delight.

The way he snatches victory from your fingertips at the last moment, drinks in the expression on your face going from genuine surprise to despair and then rage.

It makes the blood pump faster in his veins, being at the centre of your undivided attention as you stare at him with a look of pure primal rage.

Careful Shepard, you treat a man this way and he might get the wrong idea.

Next thing you know, he's breaking into the Normandy undetected while it's docked on the Citidal. Crew blissfully unaware as they enjoy their shore leave for a day.

Your quarters aren't what he expected, not from the best fighter he ever went against in his life. Yet so very endearing, you collect ship models? You care for fish?

How...cute.

He traces his gloved fingers against the surface of your desk, leaves a couple smudges on the glass of the aquarium with a smirk as he imagines the annoyed look on your face.

Sits on your chair, examines the various medals you keep in a case display. Reading what each one was for, looking through your life achievements as if it was a to do list he's crossing off, comparing his own skills to yours without a hint of shame.

Moving to your couch, he spots a half empty glass of wine. A small smudge of lips against the rim of the delicate glass.

Nimble fingers pick it up, careful not to let the sharp metal nails on his gloves scratch the surface. He drinks in the aroma of the wine.

Oh, definitely not his type, you have an awful taste in wine. He thinks as he turns the glass around, parting his lips and pressing his mouth against where your own lips have been.

Downing it in one gulp, he feels the same rush of dopamine whenever he fights you. The same shiver ran up his spine as that day he noticed a bit of your blood on his finger and licked it off while meeting your eyes, shameless at the look of disgust in yours.

You tasted just as awful as this wine, as sickingly bittersweet, and he can't get enough.

Your bed is on display next to him, all made and neat just like any alliance soldier must have been taught to do.

What a good little soldier you are, he thinks, did you keep your bed all made for him to ruin?

So many ideas go through his head on the ways he could piss you off with this, maybe spill the wine on it? Or how about his own blood? Maybe litter the cover with bullet holes and spell out his name.

He walks closers to the seemingly soft thing, lifting the covers and leaning down.

It...smells like you. Like the faint scent he catches whenever he has you pressed under him during combat, amidst the smell of gunpowder and rubble, your own scent stood out as he pressed his nose closer to your neck, alongside his sharp sword.

Kai Leng buried his face in the pillow much like he wanted to do with your neck just before you flipped him over on the ground and pointed a gun at his head.

He settles for laying on the bed, nothing else. You wouldn't have had an idea he was here except for the few wrinkles on the sheets his heavy armour would leave behind.

Your bed is surprisingly hard, much like your own body. He thought it was fitting, and yet a part of him wanted to force you on a soft bed, see you unwillingly sink into the comfortable fluffy sheets and have your muscles unconsciously relax.

Do you keep yourself constantly sharp not to lose your survival instincts? Do you refrain from allowing yourself the luxury of comfort not to grow soft around the edges?

He has read and heard so many things about you, he has searched the aftermath of every battlefield you left behind.

He knows more about you than anyone could ever claim to, more than the person you've shared this bed with before could ever attest to.

On his way out, he removes the bugs he planted to block the cameras. Twirling one of your shiny medals between his fingers, your opened wine bottle in the other hand.

"You're not as weak as I thought. But never forget that your best wasn't good enough to stop me."

He's cocky and confident in his own skills. He has nothing to prove and no one to impress.

But you, oh you, always working hard to meet other's expectations. Always being spun around and dragged from one trivial mission to another, hunting for the most useless of sentimental items to return to their owners without being asked to.

He hated seeing others use you, he felt like it was only his right to have you running around searching for him.

Whenever your focus drifted elsewhere, he'd blow up a small colony here to get you chasing after his trail again, plant a small hijacking device on an alliance ship you'd need to save, let some info slip so your sources could get a tip on him.

Let your pathetic crew think they managed to track him when he turned off his own firewalls just long enough to ignite the flames.

He always gives you just enough to keep the fire burning, just enough to keep him out of reach with you on his heels.

Just enough so you don't get distracted by lesser matters.

Or lesser people.

He has seen your record, read your personal information reports and he was not impressed by the person you've called your lover.

What do you even see in them?

Now he can't have his cute little commander getting distracted by some lame date or a sorry excuse of a person you call a lover, no he needs you to focus on him.

And if slitting more throats was all it took to keep your pretty eyes focused on him, then can you really blame him?

Can you blame him for looking forward to each fight with you.

Your back aches from the sharp stones of the cracked wall behind you digging into your armour. Legs floating just above the ground below as you were helplessly pinned to the wall by a hand against your throat, helmet cracked open with your eyes glaring into the masked figure in front of you.

There's a sharp dagger against your heart, an obsidian blade threatening to tear through your armour like paper. It has also dug a way through to your bare flesh with its tip, you feel the cold press of the sharp stone against your skin.

Heart beating, your fingers stay still against the trigger of your pistol. Despite the barrel pressed directly onto the temple of his head, Kai Leng paid it no attention as his closed his body against yours more.

Thighs touching each other, the heat radiating off of the two of you from your previous game of cat and mouse. The way he keeps all of your weight lifted off of the ground with just a single hand, pressing hard enough to choke you but not cut your air off.

He's smiling, a gesture so seemingly innocent yet smug at your scowling expression. Each one holding the thread of life of each other, the threat of snapping it hangs thick in the air but neither of you makes the first move.

The dagger is steady against your heart, his body keeps moving closer. You're struggling not to let your grip on the pistol falters, it's all you have left.

Letting go of your neck, the supply of air makes you regain your wits. His body is tightly pressed against your now, the blunt edge of his dagger pressing against his own heart.

Strangely, his free hand holds you lovingly. Holds you like you're partners in a slow dance, like you're seconds away from sharing a kiss after months spent at sea away from your lover.

His face is moving in, your eyes are glued to his lips. Your mouth parts on its own.

Closing your eyes, you feel your finger slipping from the trigger on the pistol. You feel the dagger faltering.

Within a second, you immediately bring up your knee to dig painful in his stomach and free yourself. He staggers backward before finding a cover from the barrage of bullets you fire his way.

The dagger slashed across your armor, a line from your heart and upwards to collar bone. The marks of his fingers on your neck left a visible bruise.

He noticed your high collared wardrobe choices in the following weeks, the corner of his lips tugging upwards at the purple traces peaking through the turtlenecks you wore.

But his own bruise from your solid knee hitting his stomach was on fill display as he wore lighter clothes during his training. Stopping in front of the mirror in his room to lift his shirt and admire the mark you've left on him.

He wanted more.

He wanted your claws marking down his back, he wanted your thighs squeezing his waist until it bruised.

Your teethmarks against his neck and shoulders, a slap to the face, a punch to bruise his side.

Reducing the two of you to animals in a state of primal fighting for domination, he wanted you to give your best to him and watch as he still overpowers you.

Make you struggle for your life and then lose to him, time after time he wanted to keep you frustrated and losing.

Making the acclaimed hero, the Commander Shepard, feel weak against another human for once in your life.

It gave him such a power trip. A rush of ego going straight to his heart and between his legs.

You were his. Since the day you the Illusive man handed him your file, you were fated to be his.

He wanted you more than anything, he wanted you more than air itself at times. Wanted to push and prod you and experience all of your reactions, wanted to put you below him then watch you flip him over.

Kai Leng will take anything and everything you have to offer, be it love or hate. He will gladly feed his obsession off of both, make you feel his body pressing against yours during each encounter.

Remind you of your equal, that you're not the unbreakable titanium everyone claims you to be.

That just like him, you're human too. Weak and prone to error.

He will never look at you with stars in his eyes like the rest of your loyal crew does. He will never see you as bigger than life like the other humans do.

He will always see past all the fancy titles, shiny medals and heavy armour.

And see you. Not Shepard, not your last name and not the commander.

But you.

Bare, strong, weak.

And no one else besides him will get that, no one else will be your equal but him.

He will make sure of it, that you won't get to experience this with anyone else.

Everyone is worshipping at your feet. Doesn't it get tiring? Don't you want to feel alive? Really alive rather than being reduced to this symbol of hope rather than the living being you are?

And so he reminds you of that, several messages disguised as war reports or intel from military officials sent by him.

Only for the first line to be met with, is him praising you for doing such a good job and opening these messages, falling straight into his trap.

Be good for him, read through the whole thing. Through all the demeaning praise and gratifying insults, through all the things he has written about you.

Like eating at a restaurant and leaving a review afterwards, that's how he treats those battles the two of you have. Sending you a performance review afterwards and listing the things you did wrong and how to improve them.

Making you the more confused by him, by why he does the things he does.

Sometimes, his messages include information about you that no one else knows, references to moments you were sure you've spent alone, past, and present.

He ignores every questioning message you send him, cherry picking the parts of your message to reply to.

He grew more and more unhinged with his messages as time went on, more and more shameless with his voicing his inner thoughts on a recording and sending it to you.

There's a faint sound of gunshots and screams in the background, as if he was recording them on missions. Forcing you to have to listen to them so you may catch any details on where he was and who he was killing.

Other times, you started finding things on your bed and desk that you were sure you didn't buy whenever you came back from a shore break on the Citidal.

A dark chocolate candy bar on your desk.

An apple on the table.

A shirt that's not quite your size, washed and folded on the bed.

A perfume that smells faintly familiar.

One handwritten letter you found, stabbed to the bedframe with an obsidian dagger.

"The legend of Shepard needs to be re-written.

I hope l'm there for the last chapter. It ends with your death."

[your-only-saviour]

Why would you need to protect Tommy from me though? :) You're the insecure one here, yet it's somehow my fault? He's clearly in need of someone who knows exactly what he needs, and most importantly, deserves.

Have you seen my Tommy? He's so much more polite and quieter than yours, y'know? :) :) :) He'd never allow himself to misbehave the way yours does on a daily basis. Looks like someone needs to train him better :)

guys guys stop fighting ur both pretty/ref no but cmon cant u see how ridiculous the other dream sounds... thats how U sound ..... jsyk....

C'mon now, I'm just trying to protect my beloved little brother :) He's the one who started it :)

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In the prison arc, as c!Tommy began his proper healing journey, he also continued the exploration of his sexuality and gender more thoroughly. He discovered that he’s Aroace, and on top of using he/him, he quite enjoyed they/them and it/its. To ensure that his pronouns were respected, he came up with an idea to decorate his cardigan with Pride and pronoun pins.

However, upon being kidnapped by c!Dream in the post-prison break arc, his pins were taken away and replaced by green butterfly-shaped pronoun pins. This way, c!Tommy’s pronouns were still going to be respected and c!Dream was able to mark the boy as His, a win-win situation, isn’t it? :)

And besides… butterflies tend to be attracted to corpses, don’t they? :) :) :)