#yandere black clover x reader

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clingiess, manipulation, isolation, abduction, death

Tags: @flaming-vulpix @lovley-valentine7 @ladydoe8

Sweet s/o doesn't think they're worthy of love

Sohma Hatori

🐉​Well, perhaps misery really does love company as both of you just happen to be in the exact same boat as each other. Hatori and you both do not see yourselves as worthy of love yet at the same time both of you believe that the other one is more than just deserving of finding a significant other that will treat them with love and affection. Hatori's heart doesn't open its doors easily for just anyone, not after he put the woman he loved so much through pain and was forced to erase her memories. He has witnessed himself how happy she is without him and that has led him to believe that he could never attribute to someone's happiness as a lover. Yet you bang dangerously on a heart that continues to soften with thoughtful gestures. There's nothing that makes his heart flatter quite as much as when you walk in on him having fallen asleep on his desk and he wakes up with a blanket drapped over his shoulders or the drinks and bento boxes that you bring him whenever he is working too long. The fear presses heavily down on his chest as Hatori fears that history will repeat itself yet at the same time he cannot surpress his longing for eternity. His heart is unable to turn itself off.

🐉​So Hatori starts returning the affection you show him, showers you in the same care and attention that you have given him even though he doesn't think that he is worthy of it. He may not be worthy of your love but you are worthy of all the love and even if it may not be much he is willing to give it all to you. Throughout his own low self-worth it only now occurs to him that perhaps you have been harboring a very similar mindset as him. He hears it when your friends excitedly ask you about Hatori and you firmly reply that the both of you only care about each other as friends, jokingly replying that someone like him could never love you. It's only meant to lighten the mood but his heart drops when he hears those words, catches the glimmer of self-depreciation within those beautiful eyes. It is such a familiar sensation to him that it almost hurts to realise that all this time you have been feeling this way and he has never noticed it until now. Hatori beats himself up silently over it later that night, disappointed and angry at himself that he has never known about your own low self-worth. You, the person that he wishes to cherish the most on this planet.

🐉​It doesn't matter that he thinks of himself as unworthy of love. After all the memories he has stolen and lives of fellow Zodiac members that he has ruined as a result of his abilities he deserves all the guilt and the loneliness. You on the other hand have done nothing wrong in your life. In Hatori's eyes you are just a joy to the world and to the people around you so he can't even fathom why you would believe yourself to be not deserving of love. It just hurts to see how you continue to tell yourself that no one can ever love you and it pushes Hatori to grow slightly more overbearing. He feels the need to help you see yourself in the same way that he sees you, tries to discover what is the root of those self-dismissive thoughts. Insults that friends jokingly direct at you or questions that your family asks you in regards to your lovelife are suddenly met with an air of defensiveness from Hatori's side as his heart grows more sensitive on your behalf, worried that even such words could only hurt you secretively more. There is an increase in affection that Hatori gives you, not enough to be counted as overbearing but definitely enough for you to react confused and somewhat worried.

Kamo Choso

🩸​Choso struggles immensely at the beginning of his obsession. It is a lot for him. He has just recently been reborn in a vessel, thrown into a world unfamiliar and strange to him yet he has been on the front lines from the very beginning. The only anchor he has is his younger brother Itadori as the young boy is the only family that Choso has left in this world now. He is familiar with brotherly love yet when you stride into his life, he doesn't understand what he is feeling. Your gentle smile has his heart pounding, your voice has his head buzzing pleasantly and whenever you touch him gently and ask him if he's alright his ears turn red. Initially Choso almost believes that he is sick yet not only does he have to almost immediately rule this possibility out as he is not a human but he also notices that you are the trigger of all of these symptoms. Yet instead of seeking a cure Choso finds himself actively seeking you out, longing for more of those strange sensations that only you can eilicit out of him. He wishes to protect you very much like he wishes to protect his brother yet there is something more that he wants and it is that something that has him struggling. He doesn't know what it is.

🩸​Choso adapts though, albeit slowly, to the world that he has been thrown into. Adapting means realising what it is he is feeling from the information he picks up around him. The moment Choso can name what he is feeling for you and knows what it implies on a basic level, he starts courting you. It is far from your average prince in a fairy tale but it is adorable in its own rights. Flowers that he buys for you and hands you with softly spoken words, warm hands that cling to you whenever you are close and adoring eyes that cannot separate from you whenevr you are within his view. Unable to understand fully what you mean when he overhears that the two of you are only friends, the sharp pain doesn't strike his heart until later when he grasps the meaning behind them. Choso is everything but subtle about it either as he asks you what it is that he has been doing wrong, begging for advice on what he can do better so that he may become your significant other and protect you from everything and everyone. He struggles to understand what your words mean as you merely tell him that he is probably just being confused right now and his first assumption is simply that there must be someone behind this.

🩸​Protecting his loved ones has so far almost meant defending them from physical threats. This is not something he can fight using his powers though. This is a burden that you carry within your heart and unable to figure out how to help you kills Choso on the inside. In his eyes you are the most beautiful person in the world, someone who doesn't deserve to have any harm ever be directed your way. It is a constant tug of war game that happens within his heart as in some moments he swears that there has to be someone responsible for your feelings and that he just has to hunt that someone down and in the next moment he can only be overwhelmed by anxiety as he wonders what he could do better to help you and that he isn't doing enough. The intentions to help you and comfort you come from a pure place but Choso only knows how to express them in the most overwhelming ways possible. He glues himself to your hips and starts showering you in affection and love, praying that it'll help your wounded heart. Every word that is spoken to you and that Choso interprets as an insult to you can end deadly for the culprit if you aren't there to stop him.

Canute

👑​What could possibly be more sweet than you, a maid who works closely for the king? Freshly employed with an optimism that is still settled within reality, you take your duties seriously as you look out for the king and always make sure that he too gets his rest. Canute tends to get lost in the burden of a king, sees hallucinations of his own father who mocks him for how the crown has poisoned him too. In such moments you almost appear like an angel, your mere presence silencing his father's voice like the light does the darkness at the beginning of a new day. As cruel as Canute tends to be and as much as you sometimes condemn him for the cruelty that he directs against the innocent people, you have also witnessed the side of him that he is unable to expose to those who obey him. Heavy is the crown after all and perhaps in order to be respected and to not be betrayed he just needs to be feared by others. Sometimes you think of the crown decorating his head as a cage and so you decide to do what you can do as a mere humble maid to give Canute some brief moments of peace where he too can enjoy being a human free of all burden and expectations.

👑​Never have you ever expected something in return. It is your duty after all to serve Canute to the fullest of your abilities and you are aware of the vast differences between the two of you as he is a king and you only a humble servant. Still, unaware to your own eyes you have started to catch his interest. Care and attention can go a long way after all and though Canute may not openly admit it, he does appreciate every little thing that you do for him. Especially since he knows that you don't do it with any backhanded motives in mind. You do not wish for any affection directed your way or for any rewards, you do it because you wish to treat him nicely. It is a quality that could be easily stepped on as kindness is something that he has forgone in favor of achieving his goal yet within you it is rightly placed. It starts very subtly with praises given to you when the two of you are alone, words you humbly reject every single time. Then Canute starts asking you for any wishes that you may have, for physical treasures you may desire yet instead you always request for help for your family or your friends as there is nothing that you desire to receive from him. You are humble. Far too humble.

👑​It is a shame that you sell yourself so short, especially since it is a king who pries for your affection and love. Honestly, Canute is unsure if he should feel amused or somewhat offended by your constant rejections of his indirect courtings as you do not believe yourself as worthy to be loved by him. His words are final so all Canute would have to do is to demand from you to become his lover yet it is exactly because he has the luxury of that option that he decides against it. This is a matter of personal pride now to see just how he can be able to infiltrate your heart enough for you to love him and to seek him out than the other way around. It doesn't go unnoticed by the people surrounding him how he constantly keeps you around even when there is no need for your services at the moment and rumors quickly start spreading. Canute mostly ignores them until someone badmouths you in which case the king is quick and merciless to silence anyone who dares to insult you in his face. You can scarcely remember when you were able to stray from Canute's side and visit your family and friends yet whenever you ask him that question he merely lets you know that he still needs your services.

Gauche Adlai

🪞​In comparison to most other first meetings that Gauche had, he must say that the one between him and you is far more pleasant. That is only because you are introduced to him as someone who greatly cares for his little sister Marie and who looks out for her. Marie's fondness for you adds to the good impression even if there is a twinge of jealousy whenever she talks so much about you. However, he stops pretty soon with those jealous glares whenever you only reply with a smile or immediately walk over and ask him what is wrong, unfaced by the ill-mannered attitude that puts so many others off. Unable to handle that sheer amount of kindness and afraid to be called a meanie by his little sister, Gauche stops quickly with those dark looks. You speak highly of Marie whenever Gauche visits as you know that he is often busy as a Magic Knight which is why you decide to tell him little stories of Marie and obviously he listens, his chest growing with pride whenever you speak of something she accomplished. He is a little bit strange but you still tell him that you think of him as a good human, something he denies as he averts his eyes, his heart suddenly pounding within his chest.

🪞​At one point conversations aren't just about Marie anymore. Suddenly Gauche starts showing an interest in you as well and though you often try to guide the discussion back to Marie, that only works for so long until Gauche insists weirdly intensely that he wants to know more about you. So you see yourself unable to reject him as you hesitantly reveal bits about your own life. Presents that used to be solely for Marie are suddenly split up as you too start receiving gifts from Gauche. At the beginning you always tried to reject them but Gauche is awfully persistent and far too seriously until he has successfully tired you out and you just silently accept everything. The drama starts anew whenever he visits and realises that you aren't wearing any of the clothes or accessories that he has bought you, his gaze so displeased and offended that you often hurry back home to put on new clothes. The nosebleed that he gets every time worries you and it doesn't stop, especially when you stand far too close and press the tissue against his nose. He starts dragging you along with Marie every time he visits, especially once Marie asks you to accompany the two of them.

🪞​He finds out through Marie one day about your thoughts and feelings as the girl approached you to ask what you think of her brother as his own feelings have been glaringly obvious for a while now. Gauche, with no thoughts of being considerate, approaches you soon after and asks you if you are truly feeling like you do not deserve love, specifically his love. Far too blunt and harsh with his choice of words and his heavy stare, you are unable to answer that question properly as you instead scurry away. Normally Gauche would have stopped you but in that moment Theresa is watching and he knows that she would immediately stop him if he were to chase after you. This is far from over though. Gauche is very possessive, all the more since it isn't easy for someone to even reach the importance he would usually only give his little sister. The main reason why he can rest somewhat easy is simply because he knows you wouldn't accept it if anyone else were to confess to you besides him though obviously he would be quick to threaten all possible competition. Needless to say though, he is going to get you to be his one way or another and he isn't necessarily shy of using force.

Jinx

𝄞Perhaps you are the little bit of sweetness that someone like Jinx has always needed in her life. She is in the firm belief that people are always going to abandon and betray her, even her own mind constantly lets her down as she is haunted by voiced and faces of the past. Essentially Jinx feels like there is no one that she can trust, not even herself. That all seems to change when she bumps into you though. Within the chaotic life of the Undercity you seem to be so out of place. You're kind, honest and far from the type who would backstab anybody. This is why it is somewhat hard for Jinx to initially believe that you are truly as gentle and kind as you seem to be, especially once you direct that warm attention at her. She isn't used to such open care and love, at least not since Vi left her all by herself. She has never forgotten the pain of being left by the person she thought would stay by her side and love her no matter what though which is why she constantly asks you for reassurance if you are being honest with her. You always tell her that you are but that doesn't have to mean that you truly mean those words. She would know best after all as her older sister promised her the exact same thing.

𝄞Nevertheless, as your presence becomes a constant in her life, Jinx starts to actively seek you out. Random knocks on your window in the middle of the night or her suddenly bursting through your frontdoor. There is always that subtle tension in her body that melts the moment you greet her with that sweet smile as if she came to your house in the fear that you wouldn't be there anymore. Whenever she is bothered, whenever the past catches up to her and she feels her chest tighten Jinx always comes to you without a fail. The voices don't go away and they probably never fully will but you provide her with a comfort and stability that makes everything more bearable. There have been admittedly times where she accidentally hurt you when she was in the throes of the voices and faces assaulting her but even then you always stayed with her. It is when she witnesses this, how you still stay even when she is at her lowest and even hurts you, that Jinx decides that she wants to believe that you are different and that you are never going to leave her. This is how the delusional tendencies start and this is how she cranks up her affection to a 12, her clinginess undeniable as she even crawls into your bed with you.

𝄞The emotions that you feel and the thoughts that you harbor are things that she struggles to process and understand. Not because she struggles with the concept of emotions but because she is too emotional for her to be rational and calm. All that Jinx hears is that you do not want her which clashes with her newly adopted delusional tendencies as you are meant to be the one person who is never going to betray her. In a impulsive outburst so typical for her she ends up abducting you on the spot as you wake up tied to a chair with Jinx pretty much placed on your lap, muttering and talking to herself and the voices that once again have come to haunt her which is why she has searched for sanctuary on your lap. When she notices that you are awake she asks you if you feel sorry for what you have told her earlier, rejecting her love for you, and only once you nod does she remove the tape covering your mouth. Almost immediately she demands of you to apologise to her now though since your words were quite hurtful for her. Safe to say, you aren't going anywhere anytime soon. No, instead you will have to mend the cracks within Jinx's delusional thoughts. Be careful with your words from now on.

[heliosunny]

ROOTS OF OBSESSION

Yandere!WilliamVangeance x Reader

The Clover Kingdom had always been your sanctuary, your small garden tucked away from the bustling capital. As a gifted healer specializing in rare plants and magical herbs, your reputation brought frequent visitors, from civilians to Magic Knights. It was a peaceful life, and you treasured every moment of it.

One late afternoon, as golden sunlight spilled through the garden’s greenery, William Vangeance arrived for the first time. His serene presence and his signature mask immediately caught your attention.

“You must be Y/N” he said with a polite bow. “I’ve heard remarkable things about your work from the Wizard King.”

His voice was soft, almost soothing, and as he glanced around the garden, you noticed a certain reverence in his gaze. He explained that a mysterious sickness had affected some members of the Golden Dawn and sought your expertise in creating remedies.

“It sounds like a curse-induced fever” you mused, inspecting a sample of the afflicted member’s blood. “I can prepare something with Silverleaf and Emberroot. They counteract curse magic effectively, though I’ll need a few days to brew it properly.”

William stayed longer than necessary that day, his curiosity leading to conversations about magic and plants.

“Your World Tree Magic must be incredible to witness.” you said, carefully grinding some dried leaves.

“It has its uses” he replied humbly. “But your craft is far more intricate. Nature itself bends to your touch in a way that even magic cannot replicate.”

His words warmed you, and soon his visits became a regular occurrence. Each time, he brought rare seeds or books about ancient magical herbs, eager to discuss their properties with you.

“I found this in an old archive,” he said during one visit, handing you a dusty tome. “it describes a flower that blooms only under moonlight. Perhaps it could be useful in your healing work.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll need to find a way to grow it, but thank you, William. You always bring me the most interesting gifts.”

------

Your tranquil routine was disrupted when Yami Sukehiro, the brash captain of the Black Bulls, made a surprise visit to the garden. He stomped in with his usual lack of decorum, holding a broken blade and an awkwardly wrapped hand.

“Oi, doc, you got something to patch me up?” he asked, grinning. “Got into a little scuffle with a guy who didn’t like me calling his magic weak.”

You rolled your eyes, already used to Yami’s antics. “A ‘little scuffle,’ huh? You’re lucky you still have both your arms.”

As you cleaned his wound, Yami leaned back against a tree, chewing on a piece of grass. “You’re wasted in this garden, you know. You should join the Black Bulls. We could use someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

“And deal with you every day?” you teased. “I’d rather take my chances with the plants.”

He laughed loudly. “Fair enough. But seriously, you ever need a change of pace, we’ve got plenty of idiots who could use your help. I mean, Luck alone keeps breaking ribs just for fun.”

When he left, he threw you a mock salute. “Take care, doc. Don’t let any of these fancy Golden Dawn types bore you to death.”

His visit left you in high spirits, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Later that evening, you spotted William standing near the edge of the garden, his gaze unreadable.

------- The next time William visited, he lingered longer than usual. You were working on a poultice when he casually asked, “Did Yami come here often?”

“Not really” you said, not noticing the slight edge in his tone. “He was just picking up a potion. He’s funny, though. Did you know he calls my work ‘plant witchcraft’?”

William’s lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes didn’t match the amusement. “Yami has… an unconventional sense of humor.”

“True” you replied, chuckling. “But it’s refreshing. He’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind.”

William’s gaze darkened slightly, though he quickly masked it. “I hope he doesn’t distract you too much. Your talents are too precious to be wasted on reckless antics.”

You frowned, sensing a strange undertone in his words, but brushed it off. The conversation shifted back to plants, and you showed him how you mixed potions.

“Did you know some leaves amplify elemental magic?” you asked, holding up a dried specimen. “For example, the Azure Fern strengthens water-based spells.”

William leaned closer, his curiosity genuine. “And what about Earth-based magic?”

You handed him a sprig of Goldenroot. “This one’s perfect. It stabilizes and enhances earth magic. Actually, I think it might work well with your World Tree Magic.”

He studied the herb, his fingers brushing yours as he took it. “You have such a deep understanding of the natural world. It’s… extraordinary.”

You blushed at the compliment but quickly returned to your work.

------- When the vines appeared at the edge of the garden, you were confused at first. But when Yami tripped over a particularly aggressive root and muttered, “What the hell is wrong with your plants lately?” you knew something was off.

One night, you caught William in the act, his magic weaving through the garden, creating an impenetrable barrier of vines.

“William!” you shouted, running toward him. “What are you doing?”

He turned to you, his expression calm yet unreadable. “I’m protecting you.”

“From what?!” you demanded.

“From them...” he said quietly. “From people who don’t understand your worth. This garden is your sanctuary, and I won’t let anyone disrupt it...or you.”

“William, this isn’t protection. You’re trapping me!”

His calm facade cracked, and he stepped closer. “Do you think I haven’t noticed? The way they look at you? The way they try to take you away from this place? Yami, Klaus, even Julius—they all want a piece of you, but none of them deserve it. Only I can truly understand you.”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “This isn’t love, William.”

His voice softened, but his words were laced with desperation. “If keeping you safe makes me a monster, then so be it.”

The garden, once your sanctuary, now felt like a prison, and the man you thought was your friend had become your captor.

-------

KPI rush during my birthday go!!!!!!!

[mercillery]

Can you do the yandere alphabet for Julius and Lucius?

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + YANDERE THEMES + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Anon, I’m gonna be honest with you—I haven’t written for Lucius in so long I lowkey kind of struggled for his part…so sorry about that ❤️‍🩹

JULIUS NOVACHRONO

A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

Julius is a naturally affectionate guy, no doubt about it. But as a yandere? Oh, he cranks that up to eleven. He’s not just attentive; he’s hyper-attentive, to the point where you might start wondering if he’s somehow become omnipresent. His affection goes beyond sweet gestures and into full-on "I need to know you’re okay every single second" territory. He’s always there, making sure you’re comfortable, cared for, and wrapped up in his Time Magic like some magical security blanket. The man’s like your personal space heater—but, you know, with magic.

And if we’re being real here, he’s not shy about physical affection either. He’s always reaching for your hand, brushing your hair out of your face, or hugging you like you’re going to vanish if he lets go. It’s sweet, but it’s also a little intense—like he’s trying to make sure you don’t forget for even a second that you’re his. Honestly, it's like the guy can’t breathe without you nearby, which is pretty ironic considering he’s the Wizard King with control over time. He could literally freeze a moment and stretch it out forever, but nope, he’s right there, all up in your business 24/7.

But here’s the thing: his affection, while overwhelming, is never meant to be suffocating. He genuinely means well; he’s just so head over heels that he’s a bit clueless about how overbearing it comes off. He’s like a puppy who doesn’t realize he’s grown into a full-sized dog and keeps trying to fit in your lap. It’s not that he’s trying to smother you; it’s just that he’s so wrapped up in his feelings that he can’t handle the idea of being apart from you for even a nanosecond. He might be the ruler of time, but when it comes to you, every moment feels like a lifetime without your presence.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?)

Julius does absolutely everything in his power to avoid physical violence; he’s the kind of yandere who prefers to get what he wants through clever manipulation and the strategic use of his magic. He’s got that "I’d rather talk it out" energy, or maybe "I’d rather warp time and rearrange the situation until it works in my favor" kind of vibe. Bloodshed? That’s like, plan Z—wayyyyyyyy at the bottom of the list of options. He’s not eager to see anyone hurt, especially since, despite the whole obsessive yandere thing, the guy still has a heart. It’s just a heart that happens to be laser-focused on you. But hey, at least he’s consistent, right?

Even in his yandere state, he’s still compassionate and empathetic; he genuinely believes violence isn’t the answer. It’s like he’s trying to show that even with his unhealthy levels of obsession, he can still hold on to some of that Wizard King morality. But, and it’s a big but, if it ever came down to it—like if he really had no other choice, if every possible peaceful method had failed—then yeah, he’d resort to violence. He’d do it swiftly, though. Julius isn’t the type to let things get messy; he’d use his time magic to make it quick and painless, like pulling off a band-aid (a magical band-aid, mind you).

It’s not that he wants to spill blood; it’s more like he’d do whatever it takes to protect what’s most important to him: you. And if that means ensuring anyone who threatens you is out of the picture, well, he’s got the power to handle it discreetly. He’s not about to let things get dramatic or drawn-out. In his mind, if it must be done, it’s going to be done efficiently, with as little suffering as possible. He’s still got that compassionate side buried in there—just wrapped up in a whole lot of obsession.

C = Cruelty (How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Honestly, kidnapping isn’t Julius’s style—even in yandere mode. The guy’s all about playing the long game, keeping things friendly, and working his charm. He’s got that Wizard King charisma, and he’d much rather convince you with sweet words and acts of kindness than snatch you up and lock you away. But, alright, let’s imagine he does resort to kidnapping—because, you know, the question calls for it.

If Julius were to kidnap you, it would be the most polite, gentle kidnapping imaginable. You’d almost be confused, like, “Wait, am I being kidnapped, or am I on a really weird vacation?” He wouldn’t be rude, mocking, or condescending—no, no, that’s not how he treats his beloved. Why would he ever speak harshly to you? You’re the person he cherishes above all else. So instead, he’s all smiles and soft words, doing his best to make the whole situation seem as un-scary as possible. It’s almost unsettling how sweet he is about the whole thing—like, you know something’s not right, but at the same time, how could someone so gentle and caring be the bad guy here?

At first, he might go a little overboard with the pampering, trying to ease you into the situation and get you comfortable. He knows what he’s done doesn’t sit right with you because, you know, kidnapping is usually a red flag, so he’s on a mission to prove that it’s not as bad as it seems. Expect all the royal treatment—meals brought to you, cozy blankets, books, and entertainment, anything to make you feel comfortable and safe. It’s almost like he’s overcompensating, trying to fill the awkwardness of the situation with as much affection and care as possible.

In his eyes, he’s just doing what’s necessary to get you past any fears you might have of him. But here’s the kicker: he’s so nice about it that it makes you question everything. It’s like he’s trying to rewrite the narrative of kidnapping itself—“Oh, you’re not my captive; you’re my honored guest!” And throughout it all, he remains respectful, patient, and kind, making it clear that no matter how strange things are, he’d never dream of being cruel to you. In his mind, if he’s as gentle and caring as possible, you’ll come to accept his affection and eventually see things his way.

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?)

Like I mentioned just now, Julius isn’t the type to jump straight to abduction. He’s all about patience and subtlety. But, okay, if we’re diving into this hypothetical where he does kidnap you, it’s a bit more complicated. The thing is, it’s all about time—fitting for someone with Time Magic, right? At first, he’s going to do the classic yandere thing: take away your will (and ability) to leave. No sneaking out, no slipping away when he’s not looking. You’re basically stuck, and he makes sure of that. He might not be thrilled about it, but he’s too concerned and worried to let you out of his sight at first. You’re kept safely in his space, just like any other yandere would do.

But here’s where things get interesting. As time goes on—because, hey, no one’s as good with time as Julius—he’s watching you closely. He’s waiting for that moment when you start to calm down, to settle into the situation, and maybe even… accept it? He’s hoping that as you mellow out and get more comfortable around him, you’ll start to relax. And once he sees that, he’ll start to loosen his grip. Slowly, he’ll give you back a little bit of freedom, like easing off the brakes after a long stop.

It’s not because he wants to keep you locked away forever. No, deep down, Julius wants you to be free—he really does. He’s not one of those yanderes who thrives on control just for control’s sake. But the problem is, he can’t risk losing you. The thought of you just up and leaving one day? Terrifying. That’s why he kidnaps you in the first place. He can’t take any chances.

Once he’s confident that you’re not going to bolt the second he lets you out of his sight, he’ll start letting you do things on your own again. Maybe you get to wander the streets alone, maybe you can hit up your favorite shops or go about your day-to-day life—just with one little catch. He’s still watching, of course. You might not see him, but trust me, he’s keeping tabs. There’s always going to be that sense that you’re not totally free, but hey, at least you can stretch your legs a little, right?

Of course, privacy is another story. Even when you get your freedom back, he’s always going to know where you are and what you’re doing. It’s like he’s given you a leash, and though it’s longer now, it’s still there. So, freedom? Kind of. Privacy? Not a chance.

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?)

Oh, this man is exposed—and not in the typical yandere "I'm hiding my true nature" kind of way. No, Julius is out here practically wearing his heart on his sleeve, and honestly, it's almost a little surprising for a yandere. You'd expect someone in his position to keep up a facade, maybe hide behind his usual charm and playful attitude, but nope. He only keeps up his playful and charm facade in public—you know, as the Wizard King. But with you, he drops that mask like it’s nothing, and what you see is raw, unfiltered Julius. He lets you in on his biggest fears, especially when it comes to losing you, and trust me, he's very open about how much he loves you. Like, almost too open. You might even find yourself thinking, "Wait, is this guy trying to guilt-trip me? Am I supposed to feel bad for him right now?"

And look, with most yanderes, you’d probably be right to assume that—emotional manipulation is kind of their bread and butter. But not Julius. When I say he’s exposed, I mean really exposed. He’s not out here playing any mind games; he’s just laying it all out there, hoping you understand how much you mean to him. No deception, no schemes—just pure, unfiltered sincerity. It’s like he thinks, “Hey, if we’re going to be together, we’re going to be real with each other,” and he genuinely believes that.

Sure, it might come off a bit intense. I mean, how often do you meet someone who's so emotionally vulnerable they could basically be the poster child for a heart-to-heart conversation? But that’s just how he is with you. You’re his lover now, and in his mind, that means no more walls, no more pretending. It’s just him, being 100% honest with his feelings, whether you’re ready for that level of sincerity or not.

It’s not about guilt-tripping, and it's definitely not about manipulation. Julius genuinely just wants you to understand that when he says he loves you, he means it with every fiber of his being. So while most yanderes might use their emotions as a weapon, Julius is over here treating them like an open book—one he’s inviting you to read cover to cover.

F = Fight (How would they feel if their darling fought back?)

Oh, this man is absolutely HURT. And not just the "ouch, you hurt my feelings" kind of hurt, but the deep, soul-crushing, "why are you doing this to me when all I want is to love and protect you?" type of hurt. You can practically see the disappointment etched all over his face, but it's mostly that emotional pain that gets to him. You fighting back? It genuinely confuses him. In his mind, he’s doing everything out of love—so why would you resist?

But let me be clear: Julius isn’t the type to snap or lash out if you push back. Oh no, he’s not going to raise his voice, throw a tantrum, or get violent. That’s not his style. Instead, he’ll let out this sad sigh, maybe give you that look—you know, the one that makes you feel like you just kicked a puppy. Then, without any harshness, he’ll calmly use his magic to gently subdue you. No roughness, no aggression, just disappointment. It’s like he’s saying, “Why are we even doing this? Can’t we just love each other in peace?”

Julius is all about keeping things gentle. Even when he’s feeling emotionally wrecked, he’ll never resort to anything violent or extreme to get you back under control. He’ll probably just freeze time around you for a bit, just enough to calm things down, then softly talk you through it. It’s all about creating this sense of, “Hey, I’m not mad, I’m just hurt—and we can work through this.” Sure, you might not like it, but at least he’s not out here going full yandere psycho.

But make no mistake—while he’s being gentle, he will put you back in your place. He’s got the power to do it without breaking a sweat, but he’s so emotionally invested in you that he won’t cross any lines. You’ll be subdued, but it’ll be like being gently pushed into place by someone who’s more disappointed in the fact that this is even necessary. So yeah, you’re not getting away with fighting back, but at least you can count on Julius being as soft as possible about it—just enough to remind you who’s in control, but never enough to make you fear him.

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?)

It’s definitely not a game to Julius. He takes your relationship seriously—obsessively so. But hey, he wouldn’t be totally honest if he said he didn’t feel at least a tiny bit of amusement when you try to outsmart him. There’s this little flicker of curiosity in him, a sense of, “Oh? What are they going to try next?” It’s almost like watching a puzzle unfold, and Julius can’t help but be intrigued by how you’re going to maneuver through the situation. He won’t admit it outright, but there’s definitely a small part of him that finds your attempts to outwit him... well, kind of entertaining.

That said, don’t think for a second that he sees this as a game. It’s not. He values the relationship way too much to treat it like some kind of cat-and-mouse chase. Julius is all about balance, and even though he might find your cleverness interesting, he’s not going to encourage it. He’s got that Wizard King mentality—risk is not something he likes to play with, even with all the Time Magic at his disposal. To him, this relationship is way too important to leave anything to chance.

But here’s where it gets tricky: Julius is confident. Like, really confident. Not the cocky type of confident—but just normal confident, you know? He knows that, no matter how clever you get, he’s got the ultimate ace up his sleeve—his control over time. That means, in his mind, you can try whatever you want, and he’ll still ensure your inevitable return. It’s not arrogance, exactly; it’s more like he knows that no matter how far you wander, he has the means to bring you back to him. So in a way, he’s fine with giving you a bit of freedom, letting you try to outsmart him here and there, because deep down, he’s certain the outcome won’t change.

It’s almost like watching a chess match when you already know how it’s going to end. Sure, it’s fun to see the moves, but in the end, he’s always a few steps ahead. So, while he might find a bit of enjoyment in seeing what you’ll try next, there’s never any real doubt in his mind that you’ll end up right where he wants you—right by his side.

H = Hell (What would be their darling's worst experience with them?)

Remember how I said Julius is gentle when it comes to putting you back in your place? Yeah, well, don’t let that fool you into thinking his gentleness doesn’t pack a punch. Sure, he’s not violent or harsh, but you’ve gotta keep in mind that the man’s literally the Wizard King. He’s got the power to make “gentle�� feel a lot heavier than it sounds.

So let’s say you’ve made a habit of trying to escape. Julius, being the master of Time Magic, isn’t going to get aggressive. Nope. Instead, he gets creative in the worst possible way. Picture this: every time you defy him, every time you make a break for it, he uses his magic to create a loop, forcing you to relive that moment of rebellion over and over again. At first, you might think, "Okay, I can handle this. What’s a little time loop?” But trust me, you can’t. It’s way more than you bargained for.

It’s not just about repeating the same moment. Over time, it wears you down in every way. Mentally, you start feeling like there’s no way out. Emotionally, it’s draining—going through the same motions, only to have him bring you right back to square one. Physically, it takes its toll too, even if you're just walking in circles or struggling to escape. And hey, maybe even spiritually, it’s exhausting, like your soul just can’t take the weight of being stuck in this endless loop of defiance.

For Julius, this isn’t cruelty for the sake of it. In his mind, it’s necessary. It’s a “lesson,” a way to show you that no matter how hard you try, there’s no escaping him. It’s his way of teaching you that resistance is futile—literally. And the worst part? He’s not angry while doing it. He’s just calmly, almost lovingly, reminding you of your place. There’s something deeply unsettling about being punished by someone who seems to genuinely believe they’re helping you.

It’s honestly a terrifying reminder of just how powerless you are against his magic. No matter how gentle he is, the message is clear: you can’t escape him, and the more you try, the more exhausted you’ll become. He’ll make sure you understand that lesson, even if it takes a few dozen loops to get there.

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/ with their darling?)

His ideal world? It’s actually pretty simple when you break it down. Sure, he’s got all the time magic and the responsibilities of the kingdom, but when it comes to you, Julius just wants the domestic dream. You, him, together, living a peaceful life where you accept your role as his partner, both emotionally and practically. He doesn’t envision you as someone kept in the shadows or locked away—he wants you to understand what he does, to support him, and to see that this life he’s offering is the best option for the two of you.

And in his mind, it’s not even a question of if you’ll come around, but when. Time is his best ally, after all. Julius believes that with enough time, you’ll start to see things his way. You’ll realize that being with him is not just an option, it’s the best option. The future he sees is one where you’re both bonded in every way—physically, emotionally, spiritually—living that calm, domestic life, side by side.

He’s not asking for much, right? Just the “usual” life, where you’re always with him, supporting his duties, and, in return, he’ll give you the world—or, you know, as much of the world as the Wizard King can offer. In his mind, that’s the kind of future anyone would want. And with a little patience and a lot of time magic, he’s convinced you’ll want it too.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Julius is definitely prone to jealousy, but he’s not the type to let it spiral into a whole dramatic scene. He’s mature and composed about it, like the seasoned Wizard King he is. I mean, he’s not the kind of guy who’s going to throw a fit or give the death stare to every person who gets a little too friendly with you. He’s got enough self-assurance to know that your relationship is solid and safe in his very capable, time-bending hands.

Honestly, it’s not like jealousy hits him often. He trusts you and he’s confident enough in himself and his connection with you that it takes a lot to push him over that line. When those little pangs of envy do strike, he doesn’t lash out or lose his cool. Instead, he just kind of… silently acknowledges it and then moves on, letting it wash over him like, “Okay, that’s a thing I’m feeling, but it’s fine. We’re fine.” You might not even notice he’s feeling jealous because he keeps it so well under wraps.

Listen, it’s all about that quiet confidence of his. He knows he’s got the power to keep you with him—figuratively and literally. So while others might lose their temper over jealousy, he’s just sitting there like, “Yeah, no. We’re good.” He’s not worried about someone else swooping in and stealing you away because he genuinely believes in the bond you share. And let’s be real, the man who literally controls time doesn’t exactly feel threatened by much!

K = Kisses (How do they act around or with their darling?)

When you’re around, Julius is just his normal self—just dialed up a notch in the affection department. He’s the same charming, approachable, and easygoing Wizard King everyone knows and respects, but he’s not shy about showing how much he cares for you. It’s not over-the-top to the point where people are rolling their eyes or muttering, “Here they go again.” It’s just… obvious. He’ll casually hold your hand, rest his arm around your shoulders, or throw in a little inside joke that only you two get. It’s enough to make it clear to anyone watching that you’re his, but not enough to be cringe-inducing or awkward for everyone else in the room.

He’s like the poster child for “affectionate but not obnoxious.” People might smile or whisper about how sweet he is with you, but no one’s rolling their eyes or feeling like they need to fake gag. It’s that perfectly balanced PDA that everyone tolerates.

And as for those Yandere tendencies? Forget about it. He’s the picture of a dream man, an ideal partner, always smiling and attentive but not in a creepy way. Nothing about him screams "possessive" or "obsessive." He keeps all those intense feelings and thoughts hidden behind that charming, easygoing demeanor. He’s got his act down so well that even if someone tried to accuse him of being overprotective or controlling, people would probably just laugh it off.

To the world, he’s just an affectionate, doting boyfriend who’s got everything under control—nothing weird or suspicious here! He’s smooth enough to let his true nature simmer beneath the surface, showing you and only you the full extent of his obsession, but making sure everyone else just sees the charming man in love.

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?)

Julius’s way of courting is like a masterclass in emotional intelligence. He doesn’t just bombard you with generic “I love you” messages or flashy gestures. No, he’s way more refined and strategic than that. Julius takes the time to understand you—your likes, your interests, your worries, and what makes you tick. And then he crafts these thoughtful, personalized notes that feel like they’re speaking directly to your soul. His letters are beautifully written, almost poetic, without being over-the-top or insincere. He knows just the right words to weave a connection between you two, slowly and subtly drawing you closer to him.

It’s not all grand declarations and roses either. Julius is perceptive and precise; he doesn’t miss a beat. If you ever try to pull away or distance yourself, he doesn’t panic or lash out. Instead, he sends letters expressing his regret, his sorrow at the growing gap between you. It’s not a guilt trip—it’s more like he’s quietly reaching out, saying, “I miss you, and I hope we can find our way back to each other.” It’s disarming in its sincerity and vulnerability, and it makes it that much harder to actually break away from him. He’s not aggressively pulling you back; he’s inviting you to return willingly.

Outside of these carefully crafted letters? He’s just your regular Julius Novachrono. Friendly, approachable, with that same easygoing charm. He doesn’t overwhelm you with constant affection in public or try to flaunt your relationship. To everyone else, it just seems like he’s a genuinely considerate and charming man. No one would guess he’s meticulously planning every word and action to keep you close—he just seems like the perfect partner. But behind every letter and every carefully chosen phrase is that obsessive, love struck side quietly steering the ship.

M = Mask (Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

Julius’s true nature is like flipping a coin—one side is the easygoing, jovial Magic Emperor that everyone knows and admires, and the other is a deeply obsessive partner behind closed doors. In public, he’s got his act down to a science. He’s charming, approachable, and always smiling. People see the relaxed, carefree Wizard King who’s both a competent leader and a friendly face. He laughs easily, cracks jokes, and offers that reassuring presence everyone relies on. You wouldn’t suspect a thing from the way he interacts with his captains and citizens—just the same old Julius, with no hint of his hidden intensity.

But when it’s just the two of you, the other side of that coin comes out. He’s still mostly the same Julius, but now the mask is off, and his affection is turned all the way up. He’s more touchy, more attentive, and definitely more possessive. It’s not like he suddenly becomes a different person, but you can tell there’s an underlying intensity in everything he does. Where he might have just given a casual hand on your shoulder in public, in private, it’s more like a lingering touch, a tighter embrace, or an almost desperate look in his eyes. It’s still Julius, just with an added layer of obsession simmering beneath that calm exterior.

N = Naughty (How would they punish their darling?)

When it comes to punishment, Julius plays the long game—mentally and emotionally. He doesn’t believe in physical harm; it’s just not in his nature. Instead, he uses his Time Magic to create these psychological traps, forcing you to relive arguments or moments of defiance in an endless loop until you eventually break down and comply. Imagine having the same disagreement over and over, with no real sense of how much time has passed or when it might end. It’s subtle, but it’s incredibly effective. The exhaustion creeps up on you, making you question your own memory and sanity, and eventually, you’re left with this overwhelming sense of futility.

Julius sees this as a more “humane” form of discipline, almost like he’s gently guiding you back onto the right path rather than punishing you outright. It’s not violent, but it’s still a form of control—a mental cage disguised as an endless rewind button. And if you’re worried about him losing his temper or laying a hand on you? You can let that fear go—because Julius absolutely REFUSES to physically harm you, even in his darkest moments. It’s a line he’s unwilling to cross because, in his mind, what he’s doing isn’t about hurting you—it’s about keeping you safe, teaching you a lesson in a way only he can.

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

When it comes to freedoms, Julius’s strategy is all about control and patience. At first, he takes away all your rights and autonomy. He wants to strip away any illusion of independence so you can settle in, and by “settle in”. But here’s the catch: once he notices you’re getting more comfortable—actually comfortable, not just pretending—he’ll slowly start giving you back small pieces of freedom, bit by bit.

Think of it like earning privileges in a really messed-up game of trust. Show him you’re genuinely settling in, and he might let you have more time alone or even go outside under supervision. He wants to see genuine acceptance, not just some facade, and believe me, you’re not fooling this guy. He’ll see right through any fake smiles or acts of devotion. If you think you can just put on a lovey-dovey act to get back your freedoms, you might as well give up now—Julius knows the difference between genuine affection and an Oscar-worthy performance.

In his mind, it’s all about ensuring your “safety” until you can prove to him that you’re truly accepting of this life with him. And once you do? He’ll reward that acceptance with more freedoms. But make no mistake: the leash is always there, even if it gets a little longer over time…

P = Patience (How patient are they with their darling?)

Julius isn’t just patient—he’s exceedingly patient. He’s got all the time in the world, quite literally, and he’s fully aware that winning you over isn’t going to be an overnight thing. He knows you won’t accept his love right away, and he’s perfectly fine with that. In his mind, your resistance is just a temporary obstacle, not a permanent barrier. He believes his persistence will eventually wear you down, like waves gradually eroding a stone. And with his Time Magic, he’s got a pretty big advantage—he can afford to wait you out.

If you’re throwing a tantrum, screaming, or just completely losing it, he won’t get angry or frustrated. Instead, he’ll take it in stride, viewing it as a natural reaction to the situation. Are you crying your eyes out all day, at every hour? As much as it breaks his heart to see you in pain, Julius remains steadfast. He won’t snap or lose his patience—instead, he’ll calmly reassure you, trying his best to soothe you and help you feel comfortable. He doesn’t want to force you to accept his love; he wants you to genuinely come around to it.

In his eyes, all the tears, the anger, and the resistance are just part of the process. It’s all temporary turbulence in a relationship he’s confident will eventually find smooth waters. He’ll wait as long as it takes, and in the meantime, he’s there to comfort you through all of it, always with that patient smile. You might feel like you’re hitting a wall with him, but Julius? He’s got the patience to outlast every outburst, every tear, and every attempt to resist.

Q = Quit (If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?)

If you were to actually die, the heartbreak Julius would feel would be on a catastrophic level—like the man got hit by a million emotional wrecking balls all at once. He might be obsessive, yes, but that doesn’t make his love any less genuine—just more intense. Losing you wouldn’t just hurt him; it would break him. Imagine the Wizard King, the man who leads with a smile and endless charisma, completely shattered because you’re gone. It wouldn’t just be heartbreak—it’d be like his entire world collapsed. He’d probably be so devastated he’d question his own powers, his decisions, everything, and would find himself trapped in a spiral of guilt and despair.

And if you somehow successfully escape? Come on, this is Julius we’re talking about. You might have slipped through his fingers for a moment, but if you think he’s going to let you go just like that, well, that’s a bit naive. He’s the freaking Wizard King with control over time itself—letting you run off into the sunset isn’t exactly on his to-do list. Julius would be devastated, sure—his heart crushed at the idea of losing you. But unlike with your death, where his pain would be immeasurable, escaping just makes him more determined. To him, it’s not an ending—just a setback.

But here’s where things get really intense: Julius isn’t one to just sit back and accept fate. Oh no, he’d bend reality itself to undo whatever it was that took you from him. If you die, he’d rewind time to a point where you’re alive, no matter how many attempts it takes. If you escape, he’d loop back and make sure that door was locked or that your window wasn’t left open—any little thing he might’ve overlooked. In his mind, there’s always a way to fix things, to create the “perfect” outcome where you’re together.

Julius’s obsession runs so deep that he wouldn’t move on, no matter what happened. He believes, with every fiber of his being, that given enough time literally, he can create the future he envisions—one where you’re by his side, no matter the cost. So, if you die or successfully escape, you might think that’s the end of it—but for Julius, it’s just another loop to reset until he gets it right.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?)

Julius isn’t entirely blind to the morality of what he’s doing. Deep down, he does feel a sense of regret—not because he’s unsure of his love for you, but because he couldn’t win your heart the way he wanted to, without all these drastic measures. In his perfect world, you’d willingly accept his affection, confine, or control. But reality didn’t work out like that, so here he is, convincing himself that this path is the only way to keep you safe and happy.

Julius rationalizes everything he’s done with a well-intentioned narrative: “It’s for your own good,” or “One day, you’ll see why I had to do this.” He genuinely believes that with enough time, you’ll eventually understand that his actions, no matter how obsessive, were all born from a place of love. And as much as he feels that twinge of guilt, he’s not going to let it change his course of action. Letting you go isn’t an option in his mind—not now, and probably not ever.

Yes, there’s a real heart in there, a genuine, caring part of Julius that’s wracked with guilt over forcing you into this situation. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to set you free. To him, this is the only way to keep you both safe and happy, even if you can’t see it yet. He’s utterly convinced that with time (and, of course, he’s got plenty of that), you’ll come around to understand his love and intentions.

So while he does feel regret, it’s more of a bittersweet acknowledgment that he couldn’t create a perfect love story without pulling some strings. But giving up on you? Absolutely not. In his eyes, this is all just another challenge to overcome—a painful compromise he’s willing to make until you see things his way.

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

Honestly… it’s hard to pin down exactly where this obsessive side of Julius comes from, but there’s a good chance it ties back to his responsibilities as the Wizard King. Think about it: he spends every waking moment shouldering the weight of an entire kingdom, constantly trying to maintain peace and keep things in balance. That kind of pressure isn’t something you can just shrug off, even if you’re someone as whimsical or carefree as Julius. So maybe, when it comes to you, you represent that rare piece of comfort and genuine connection he craves but feels he can’t attain through his public role.

Being in such a powerful and demanding position, Julius is probably used to people respecting, fearing, or idolizing him—but never really seeing him for who he is underneath all that authority. You’re different, and that’s both exciting and terrifying for him. His obsession might stem from this desire to keep that connection secure, almost like he’s terrified that losing you would mean losing one of the few genuine things in his life.

So in a way, it makes sense that his fixation on you is so intense. You’re not just someone he loves; you’re a refuge from the constant duty and facade he’s forced to maintain. He wants to protect that refuge, even if it means crossing lines or using his power to do so. In his mind, losing you isn’t an option because you’re the one thing in his life that isn’t about being the Wizard King—you’re about being Julius.

Or maybe I’m just reaching for the stars for this one. Who knows.

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

Seeing you cry, scream, or shut yourself away absolutely shatters Julius inside. He’s not blind to your suffering; it affects him deeply, and part of him hates that he’s the reason behind it. But he convinces himself that your pain is just a "necessary step" on the path to a better future together. He’s in denial, really—holding you close, whispering sweet reassurances like, “It’s okay, I’m here,” or, “You’ll see in time, everything will be alright.” Meanwhile, he’s sidestepping the fact that he’s the very cause of this mess.

And your tears? They don’t make him reconsider. In his mind, they’re proof that you’re scared and vulnerable, reinforcing his belief that you need his protection even more. He’s twisted the narrative so tightly around his idea of keeping you safe that your cries and pleas to be left alone only fuel his determination.

So if you try to push him away or tell him to back off, it’s not going to work. He won’t just leave you alone, even if you beg for space. Instead, he’ll double down on the comfort, trying harder to “make you see” that everything he’s doing is for your own good. His reassurances are endless, his grip is unwavering, and his resolve to “protect” you only gets stronger with every tear you shed.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Julius’s approach to being a yandere stands out because he steers clear of the classic violent or physically intimidating tactics. Instead, he leans into his mastery of time magic and a softer form of emotional manipulation to create a psychological cage that’s way more sophisticated than a typical yandere’s. He doesn’t need to lock you in a literal room; he’s got the power to make time itself your prison.

What’s even more unique is that, compared to most yanderes, he gradually grants you more freedom. He’s not too keen on the idea of keeping you cooped up forever. As time passes, he’ll give you a longer leash—letting you venture out, make decisions, maybe even regain some semblance of a normal life… sort of. But this freedom is only an illusion because, in reality, his grip remains firm. You may not be physically restrained, but you’re still emotionally and mentally bound by his presence and his magic. So, hooray for a little more freedom… but also, not really!

V = Vice (What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?)

Julius, for all his big-time magic and being basically a living, breathing timepiece, isn’t invincible when it comes to emotional vulnerability. Basically, here’s the small crack in the armor: his need for validation. It might seem like a tiny detail—like discovering Superman’s kryptonite is just a heavy diet of carbs—but it’s key. If you can somehow convince him that you genuinely accept him or pretend, then you’ve got an entry point to start working your own magic. Get him to believe that you’re warming up to him, and you might just worm your way into earning his trust. Once you’re in there, deep in that emotional vault, you’d have more chances to plot an escape.

Of course, this isn’t a one-way ticket to freedom; it’s more like trying to sneak out of a house guarded by both a paranoid watchdog and a CCTV system that can literally rewind time. You’ll have to keep up the act without Julius catching on to any hesitation or cracks in your facade. He’s analytical, and the moment he smells betrayal, it’s game over. But, if you can consistently show that “genuine affection” without letting your poker face slip, you might just get the chance to slip away.

Key word: MIGHT

Just pray you don’t accidentally call him by the wrong name or flinch when he goes in for a hug, or your time pun very much intended will be up.

W = Wit's end (Would they ever hurt their darling?)

Julius? Physically harm you? Not a chance. The idea of laying a finger on you in anger is absolutely out of the question. Julius would genuinely die before he let himself cross that line because in his mind, hurting you physically would shatter the very foundation of his obsession—sorry, I mean, love for you.

That said, mentally? Oof. That’s a different ball game. Julius is a master of time and, unfortunately for you, that means he’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeve that don’t involve lifting a finger. So if he’s at his wit’s end, he might resort to more subtle methods, like trapping you in a disorienting time loop. Imagine having the same conversation on repeat, or worse—reliving that one argument over and over until you feel like your brain’s about to turn into scrambled eggs. It's his twisted way of keeping you in line while convincing himself that he hasn’t really hurt you—at least, not in the traditional sense.

So long story short: Julius? Lay a finger on you? Never. But don’t think for a second he’s not prepared to mess with your head if it means keeping you in his grasp. Because to him, breaking you down mentally isn’t the same as hurting you—it’s just helping you understand how much he cares.

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?)

Julius doesn’t just put you on a pedestal—he practically builds a shrine and lights candles around it. To him, you’re not just the center of his universe; you’re the literal center, the sun to his gravitational pull, the glue holding his timeline together. And when Julius sees someone as his key to happiness and stability, that’s not a casual crush—it’s borderline holy devotion. This man will twist reality itself if it means keeping you happy, comfortable, and—most importantly—by his side.

You’re not just the apple of his eye; you’re the entire orchard. He wants your love, sure, but it’s not just a want; it’s a need. To him, you’re like the keystone in an arch—remove you, and his entire world risks collapse. So he’ll stop at nothing to keep you where you are, locked securely in that special place he’s carved out in his heart and mind. And if he senses you slipping away? Expect reality to bend a little more than usual. “All’s fair in love and time manipulation,” right?

When it comes to winning you over, there’s pretty much nothing he wouldn’t do. Time magic? Check. Reality-bending? Check. Gaslighting reality itself into keeping you by his side? Triple check. Because in the gospel according to Julius, if he can convince you to stay with him forever, then all those sacrifices were just acts of devotion.

Y = Yearn (How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?)

Julius isn’t the type to rush into things—he’s got all the time in the world, literally. So when it comes to you, he’s willing to play the long game. This guy will spend months, even years, meticulously observing you like he’s preparing for the world’s most intense final exam. He’ll study your habits, routines, preferences, down to which hand you use to brush your teeth…it’s weird, yeah—but he probably actually knows which hand you use to brush your teeth with. He’s so strategic that if there was a gold medal for obsessively planning, Julius would be its reigning champion.

Now, about snapping—it’s not really his style. Julius won’t just flip the switch one day and show up at your door, eyes glowing with time-warping intent. No, he’s far too patient and calculating for that. He takes his time, crafting an intricate web where every thread is designed to lead you straight to him. If you’re imagining some dramatic, sudden outburst—forget it. What you should be worried about are those quiet, all-too-composed moments where he’s just smiling and nodding, because that’s when his brain is ticking like a well-wound clock, planning every step of your “future” together.

When he finally decides it’s time to make his move, rest assured, he’s not diving in without backup plans A through Z ready to go. By the time Julius “snaps,” he’s really just executing a plan that’s been in the works for ages, and by then, your chances of escape are slim to none. So don’t waste time worrying about him snapping like some unhinged maniac—it’s not the big breakdown you should be afraid of, but the steady, calculated build-up. All those daydreams he’s having about the two of you? He’s already way past imagining—it’s more like he’s making itinerary notes for your future.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break their darling?)

For Julius, breaking you isn’t the goal at all. He’s not in this to shatter your spirit or leave you a hollow shell—he’s aiming for something far more insidious: a genuine connection, or at least what he thinks is genuine. But the trouble is, his methods are about as gentle as a sledgehammer wrapped in velvet. He might not intend to break you, but the relentless way he traps you in those exhausting, sanity-testing time loops as “punishment” does more damage than he probably realizes. In his mind, it’s all in the name of helping you understand his version of love and care—he’s not trying to hurt you; he’s just trying to make you see.

The irony is that resisting him for long enough means you might end up breaking yourself. Going through that same situation, conversation, or argument over and over—like a psychological treadmill from hell—would wear anyone down. It’s like trying to escape a maze only to find yourself back at the entrance every single time. Your defenses would start to crumble, your mental exhaustion would reach its peak, and you’d feel like you’re at your breaking point. But here’s where Julius’s bizarre form of compassion kicks in.

Julius understands, in his own twisted way, that these punishments are draining. He’s aware that if left unchecked, this psychological torture could actually destroy you—and that’s not what he wants. So in his post-punishment “cool-down phase,” he shifts gears, switching to comforting and reassuring you whether you want it or not. He’ll be there with a soothing voice and a gentle hand, convincing you that he’s doing this out of love, out of a desire to keep you safe, even if you despise him for it. He won’t let you completely tip over the edge because, in his mind, he’s there to be your savior, your protector—even if he’s the one creating your turmoil in the first place.

So while it feels like you’re always on the brink of breaking, like you’re balancing on a tightrope with no safety net, Julius keeps pulling you back just enough to keep you from falling completely. It’s a messed-up balancing act: you’re teetering, exhausted, and desperate for relief, but you never fully break because he’s always there to catch you, to hold you steady at that edge. It’s not freedom, not even close—but it’s his way of ensuring you stay whole, just enough to be his.

LUCIUS ZOGRATIS

A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

Lucius’ way of showing affection is like trying to hug a boa constrictor—tight, unyielding, and with the illusion that he's doing it for your own good. His love is rooted in his grandiose vision of creating a “perfect” world, and you, dear darling, are just another piece of that puzzle that he must polish to fit. He’s paradoxically both gentle and overwhelming. Imagine being wrapped in a silk glove that’s ever-so-slightly squeezing the life out of you. One minute, he’s all soft, lingering touches, fingers gliding over your skin like he’s crafting a masterpiece, whispering sweet nothings about your role in his ideal future. The next, his grip might tighten, a subtle but firm reminder that he’s the artist, and you are the art.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?)

Lucius doesn’t revel in bloodshed—he’s not here to get his hands dirty for the thrill of it. But if someone threatens his grip on you or his grand vision, they’ve practically handed him a permission slip for ruthless efficiency. Why waste time swinging when he can just manipulate souls? His Soul Magic makes violence almost boringly clinical—like he’s performing a minor surgery instead of altering their life, spirit, and magic power.

If it’s between keeping you by his side or letting a pesky obstacle stand in the way, Lucius won’t hesitate to do what he calls "cleaning up." And by "cleaning up," I mean he’ll just rearrange their soul and make them not be as a pesky obstacle as before, but now an obedient follower of his. He’s more surgeon than sadist, executing his violence with an almost unsettling sense of calm. There’s no splatter for splatter’s sake—just a surgical strike that leaves nothing but a memory in its wake.

But don’t mistake his preference for efficiency as a reluctance to get messy. If his control over you is at stake, he’s willing to go to any length to keep things tidy, even if that involves spilling a little blood—or a lot of it. His method is polished, but the results are as ruthless as they come.

C = Cruelty (How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Lucius isn’t going to resort to something as pedestrian as outright mocking you. That’s not his style. He doesn’t need to throw petty insults or humiliate you outright—his cruelty is far more sophisticated, like a perfectly sharpened scalpel. Instead, he’ll meticulously dismantle your sense of self, piece by piece, until you genuinely believe he’s the only one who knows what’s best for you. Think of it as psychological warfare but with an air of twisted benevolence. He wants you to think he’s your savior, not your captor, all while he’s slowly tightening the chains.

Lucius is the master of emotional coercion, guilt-tripping, and gaslighting with a side of faux concern. You think you made a decision on your own? He’ll subtly remind you that, no, it was actually him who enlightened you to the “right choice.” You feel like pushing back a bit? He’ll sigh and tell you how disappointed he is. And don’t even think about disagreeing with him—it’s not that he’ll punish you with overt anger; he’ll just look at you with that disappointed, pitying gaze, as if to say, “Oh, how misguided you are to think you can question me.”

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?)

Lucius isn’t the type to leave your free will intact if it inconveniences him. He’d rather meticulously construct a situation where your "choices" just happen to align perfectly with what he wants. You see, Lucius isn’t going to chase you down every time you try to rebel. Instead, he’ll craft a neat little reality around you where disobedience feels almost... impractical. He’s like that overbearing GPS that keeps saying, "Recalculating," but with a sinister smirk, making sure you only ever take the route he planned.

And let’s be clear—he’s not just putting up a few guardrails. We’re talking total control over your environment. Expect him to start chipping away at your connections to friends and family faster than you can say, “Hey, why haven’t I heard from them in a while?” He’ll isolate you, all while making it seem like he’s protecting you from those "unworthy influences." Before you know it, you’re depending on Lucius for every ounce of interaction, like your entire social life’s been relocated to one dude.

Restricting your movements? Oh, he’ll do that too—both figuratively and literally. Try to wander too far or question too much, and suddenly he’s there, gently redirecting you with that eerie "You don’t know what’s best for you—I do" look. He won’t lock you in a dungeon—that’s too obvious. Instead, he’ll subtly corral you into the life he envisions, all the while making you feel like this new “freedom” he’s given you is a reward for your cooperation. It’s like he’s got a monopoly on your entire existence, and you didn’t even realize you were playing Monopoly in the first place.

And while all of this is happening, Lucius will maintain that level-headed, smug facade, as if gaslighting you into compliance is his way of showing love. Because, in his mind, molding you into his ideal companion isn’t just a desire—it’s his way of showing you your "true potential." Really, isn’t that the worst part? He honestly believes he’s doing you a favor. It’s like if a life coach got way too into your personal life and then decided to stay there... forever.

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?)

Lucius baring his heart? Please. This man doesn’t just hide his cards—he’s got them locked in a vault with security clearance. Vulnerability is not in his playbook, and he doesn’t feel the need to let you in on his deepest fears or insecurities. Instead, he opts for the grand, sweeping gestures of devotion that feel almost like a politician’s campaign speech. He’s all about selling you on a dream—his dream—where you’re his perfect partner, standing by his side as he "revolutionizes" the world (or, you know, controls it, but he wouldn’t phrase it that way).

Lucius isn't about confessions; he’s about convictions. He’s not sitting you down for some heart-to-heart where he spills his childhood traumas and secret anxieties. Nah, he’s sweeping you up in these grandiose promises, like he’s the protagonist in some tragically romantic opera, whispering about destiny and greatness with an air of suave authority. Call him a smooth operator—because he really is one. I mean, you could play Sade in the background, and it would probably just feel right. (🎵No need to ask, he’s a smoooth operatoooorr... 🎵 You know the song. You get it. Do I sound like a loser yet.)

To him, his version of vulnerability is trusting you enough to buy into his vision. That’s about as bare as his heart gets. Instead of crying on your shoulder, he’s the type to look deep into your eyes and say, “Together, we’ll reshape this flawed world”—like it’s some kind of love declaration. Emotion, to him, is just another tool to wield, another smooth line to draw you in closer. And he’s dangerously good at it, like a salesman who knows exactly which insecurities to poke at so you’ll buy that overpriced insurance plan.

And when it comes to being “vulnerable,” Lucius isn’t trying to share his fears—he’s trying to share his certainty. He’d never confess to a weak spot, because in his mind, having one is almost beneath him. Vulnerability, after all, implies you have something to lose, and Lucius? He’s above all that. He doesn't need to break down walls when he’s too busy building castles in the air—castles where he’s the king, and you’re meant to stay locked away, admiring the view.

F = Fight (How would they feel if their darling fought back?)

Oh, Lucius would find it downright adorable if you tried to fight back. Imagine a cat lazily watching a mouse try to scramble away—it’s almost endearing to him that you’d entertain the idea of resistance. He’s not going to lose his cool; in fact, he’s amused. Like, “Oh, look at you trying to assert your independence—how precious.” To him, your rebellion isn’t a threat; it’s just another bump on the road to your inevitable enlightenment.

Lucius views your resistance as a misguided phase, like you’re a rebellious teenager acting out because you haven’t grasped the bigger picture. In his mind, you’re simply wrestling with your own ignorance, and it’s his job to guide you towards acceptance. He won’t lash out or lose his temper—no, that’s beneath him. Instead, he’ll just subtly tighten his grip, metaphorically speaking.

Open rebellion would be met with that signature Lucius approach: a gentle but unyielding restraint, like velvet shackles. He’s the type to softly say, “You’re only hurting yourself,” while making it clear that resistance is pointless. He’d see this little rebellion of yours as something to manage, like a storm that he knows will pass. He’s patient enough to wait it out, firm enough to hold his ground, and calculating enough to subtly nudge you back into line without breaking a sweat.

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?)

Lucius wouldn’t call it a game—he’s far too self-important for that. In his eyes, this isn’t a playful chase; it’s more like a refinement process. Your attempts to escape or resist aren’t a source of outright joy, but rather, validation of his own self-appointed mission to "perfect" you. Your struggle is proof to him that you’re still not seeing the light, which only reinforces his belief that he, and only he, is capable of guiding you towards that enlightenment.

But don’t get it twisted—there’s definitely a little smirk hiding behind that stoic mask of his. He’s not cackling like a cartoon villain, but deep down, there’s a twisted satisfaction in knowing that you’re trying and failing to break free. It’s the intellectual thrill of having a puzzle to solve. He sees you as a challenge, a work of art that isn’t quite complete yet, and he’s the artist holding the brush.

Lucius enjoys watching you resist, not because he takes pleasure in your suffering (he’s not that overtly sadistic), but because it feeds his ego. He interprets each failed attempt at escape as further evidence of your imperfection—a flaw that he must correct. It’s like watching a child trying to color outside the lines; he finds it endearing, even admirable in its own misguided way, but he’s fully committed to making sure you stay within those lines. In his head, he’s your savior, guiding you away from your own ignorance.

And, of course, he’s got that "I told you so" energy just waiting to drop the moment you realize the futility of it all. He won’t rub it in your face, but he’ll have that air of subtle superiority. "See?" he’d say, with that maddeningly calm voice. "This is why you need me." It’s not exactly a game, but he certainly enjoys being the only one who knows all the rules.

H = Hell (What would be their darling's worst experience with them?)

Your worst experience with Lucius wouldn’t be a single dramatic moment, like an outburst or a locked room—it would be the slow, creeping realization of just how much control he has over every part of your life. He leaves no detail overlooked, no thread loose. One day, it’ll hit you that every little bit of "freedom" you thought you had was an illusion, and every rebellion you plotted was something he anticipated ten moves ago. He’s essentially playing chess while you’re stuck with a Rubik’s Cube, and he’s somehow rigged that too.

The real nightmare isn’t just the physical cage; it’s the mental one. Imagine realizing that all your options, all your allies, and all your potential escapes were subtly cut off, one by one, without you even noticing. You’re isolated, surrounded by an ever-tightening web of manipulations and lies, all crafted by someone who genuinely believes he’s saving you from yourself. It’s like finding out your house has been bugged for years by the person who hands you the keys each day with a smile.

But, of course, Lucius wouldn’t stop at that. One of the weekly specials on the Lucius Manipulation Menu would be his "playful" teasing about his Soul Magic. He’d drop it into conversation like a casual remark, mentioning how he could manipulate the souls of the people you care about most. It’s almost like he’s dangling that possibility over your head, watching to see your reaction. It’s the ultimate "Just kidding... unless?" routine. And even if you tell yourself it’s all just talk, the thought of your loved ones being turned into Lucius’ puppets? That sticks with you. It’s a psychological hammer he’s always holding over you, ready to swing if you step out of line.

The worst part? Deep down, you know that this isn't just an empty threat. He already knows exactly who you care about and how much, and he’s not afraid to use that knowledge against you. He’ll smile and say he’s just teasing, but with Lucius, every joke is laced with the possibility of it becoming reality. Keep pushing him, and who knows? That nightmare scenario of seeing a friend or family member turned into one of his obedient followers might just come true.

Imagine the heart-wrenching feeling of watching someone you love look at you with empty, compliant eyes—all because you thought you could push back against Lucius. It’s psychological warfare, with Lucius playing both the aggressor and the savior in his twisted little mind. And that, my friend, is pure hell.

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/ with their darling?)

Lucius’ dream future isn’t just a cozy cottage with a white picket fence. No, we’re talking world domination with a side of soulmate goals. His ultimate vision is to bring “true peace” to the world under his iron-fisted rule as the Final Wizard King, with you at his side as the perfect partner. And when I say "at his side," I mean more like his arm candy-slash-right-hand in this dystopian peace project. Forget romantic beach sunsets; think more along the lines of overlooking a perfectly ordered empire where every single person is molded to fit his definition of perfection. Ah, romance!

Lucius genuinely sees the two of you as a power couple—the sort that reshapes the world together. While he’s out there "purging imperfections" and ruling with divine authority, he expects you to be his unwavering support, his confidant, the one person worthy of standing at his side in this shiny new utopia. It’s not just about love, per se; it’s about unity in a grand vision, like you’re Bonnie and Clyde except Clyde controls life and death and has a thing for social engineering.

And don’t think you’re getting off easy in this future—he’s got very specific expectations of what this partnership should look like. You’re not just an accessory; you’re his proof that his way is the right way. He imagines the two of you as the embodiment of order and perfection, ruling over this so-called paradise he plans to create. You’ll smile approvingly at his every decree, nod in agreement when he lectures about his higher purpose, and maybe—just maybe—hold his hand as he declares peace to the masses he’s, uh, "perfected."

In Lucius’ mind, this isn’t just a power fantasy; it’s a destiny he’s generously letting you be a part of. Lucky you, right? He’s convinced that once you fully embrace his vision, you’ll be just as devoted to this future as he is. After all, what’s more romantic than ruling the world together in a meticulously crafted utopia, where every rebellious soul has been neatly dealt with? Who needs candlelight dinners when you can have the eternal glow of world peace and unwavering loyalty?

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Jealousy? Oh, Lucius doesn’t have time for such petty emotions. He’s way too busy planning to become the Final Wizard King to let a little thing like envy get under his skin. He’s not sitting there stewing because someone else got a smile out of you or made you laugh. Lucius is above that.

But make no mistake: just because he doesn’t throw jealous tantrums doesn’t mean he’s totally indifferent. Lucius’ possessiveness isn’t driven by insecure jealousy; it’s rooted in his self-righteous belief that only he understands what’s best for you. You’re his project, his masterpiece in progress, and he’ll be damned if some outside force messes with that. Anyone trying to influence or take up space in your life? Yeah, that’s just an annoying little speed bump on the road to his perfect future.

If someone gets too close or starts tugging at your independence, Lucius won’t be flipping tables or throwing out dramatic ultimatums. No, no—he’ll quietly and efficiently eliminate the competition, like sweeping crumbs off the table. Imagine he’s a master chess player, and whoever’s making you smile a little too much is just a pawn in his way. He’ll rearrange circumstances to remove that “threat” without you even realizing it. Maybe that friend moves away, or that co-worker suddenly gets transferred. He’s not lashing out in a fit of rage; he’s methodically tightening his grip on your life while maintaining that unnervingly calm smirk of his.

And why doesn’t he lash out? Because Lucius is secure in his belief that his hold over you is already ironclad. He’s so convinced of his control that he doesn’t see other people as competition—just minor nuisances to be managed. In his mind, no one else is worthy of you, no one else can offer the “enlightenment” he can, and no one else can possibly sway you from the path he’s set for you. So, why waste energy on jealousy when he’s already five steps ahead of everyone else?

K = Kisses (How do they act around or with their darling?)

Lucius doesn’t suddenly switch gears and act like a giggling high schooler when you’re around. He’s still got that intense, calculated presence—except with you, there’s this extra layer of possessiveness wrapped in a cool, collected demeanor. He’s not the type to whisper sweet nothings in your ear or give you playful little pecks. His idea of intimacy involves more of a quiet, commanding closeness that lets everyone know you’re his.

People around him can tell instantly that you’re not just another pawn in his grand plan. You’re something more—a critical piece of his vision, someone he sees as an extension of himself. Lucius doesn’t try to sugarcoat it either; there’s no facade of “Oh, we’re just partners in this journey of life.” Nah, everyone and their grandma knows you’re more than that to him. He doesn’t even bother pretending that you’re on equal footing—he’s got that possessive aura turned up to eleven, and he’s not hiding it.

And why would he? Who’s going to call out the all-powerful, soul-manipulating, future-ruling mastermind for being a little overbearing with his partner? Exactly, no one. It’s not that he’s outwardly aggressive about it; it’s more like the possessiveness is so deeply woven into his character that it feels natural for him to treat you like a prized possession in the gallery of his perfect world.

So while Lucius might not be all about sweet kisses and innocent gestures, he’ll place a hand on your shoulder in a way that speaks volumes, like silently reminding you and everyone else who’s in charge. His actions aren’t loud, but they don’t need to be—his grip on you is as subtle as it is unyielding. It’s not romantic in the traditional sense, but for Lucius, it’s all part of letting you and the rest of the world know exactly where you belong: at his side, under his rule, in his version of paradise. 🎉

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?)

Lucius’ idea of courtship isn’t flowers and chocolates; it’s more like a TED Talk on why you’re the keystone in his grand mission. He’s not the type to swoon or stammer over his words—oh no. When he approaches you, it’s with the confidence of a man who’s already calculated every possible outcome and knows you’re going to be part of his life. And if he chooses to write you a letter? You’d better believe it’s going to read like a mix between a philosophical manifesto and a business proposal.

In typical Lucius fashion, he wouldn’t start with “Dear love” or “You’re the light of my life.” Instead, it would be something like, “In you, I have discovered the necessary component to achieving true peace.” Talk about romance! But hey, he’s got a vision, and you’re smack-dab in the middle of it. He’d lay out his admiration for your qualities not as a starry-eyed lover but as someone acknowledging a key asset in his grand design. Basically, Lucius’ version of “I love you” is more like, “You are indispensable to the perfection of this world.”

If you’re expecting compliments on your eyes or how lovely you looked that one day, forget it. His words are grandiose, with a touch of that almost cult-leader-like conviction. He’ll go on these long, eloquent monologues about your “significance” and how your role aligns perfectly with his destiny. It’s not flattery in the traditional sense—it’s more like he’s handing you the script for your role in his self-written narrative. No pressure, right?

And while he might not shower you with declarations of undying affection, his words would make it abundantly clear that he sees you as a vital piece of his world. He’s not just saying “I need you,” but more like, “You are essential to the future I will create, and together, we will bring forth a new era.” So romantic, in a vaguely threatening, “join me or perish” sort of way…

M = Mask (Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

No.

Nope. Not even a little bit. Lucius isn’t out here juggling different personas like he’s in a soap opera. What you see is what you get, and that’s the same calculating, self-assured, and slightly terrifying visionary in every setting. Why would he bother putting on a mask when he’s absolutely convinced that he’s already right about, well, everything?

Lucius walks into a room with that "Final Boss" energy, and he doesn’t turn it off just because the audience changes. He’s not going to smile more to put someone at ease or crack a joke to lighten the mood. There’s just no mask to peel away. Lucius doesn’t see the need to hide his true self, because in his mind, his true self is the ultimate truth. And if people are uncomfortable with that, well, they’re just not seeing the bigger picture.

N = Naughty (How would they punish their darling?)

For Lucius, punishment isn’t about causing you physical pain—it’s about a “course correction” in line with his grand vision. He’s not going to lose his cool and lash out at you in anger or frustration; Lucius sees that as a waste of time and effort. Why would he bother bruising your arm when he can bruise your spirit and realign your thinking instead?

If you step out of line or fail to meet his expectations, Lucius’ go-to punishment would be isolation—cutting you off from any sense of independence or connection you might have left. He might lock you away in a grandiose, almost monastery-like room where you’re left to reflect on your mistakes, with nothing but silence to keep you company. No visits, no communication, no freedom—just a constant, suffocating reminder that he’s the only person in your world who matters.

It’s not physical harm—it’s deprivation of everything that makes you feel human. Your agency, your choices, your connections—they’re all privileges that Lucius grants, and he can revoke them just as easily. The psychological weight of it is immense, and that’s the point. He doesn’t want to just punish you; he wants to reform you, make you understand that defiance isn’t just a mistake—it’s a deviation from the path he’s so kindly laid out for you.

At his most “severe,” Lucius might resort to a firm grip, just to emphasize his dominance and remind you of who’s in control. But even then, it’s more about sending a message than inflicting actual pain. Why break you down physically when he can dismantle you mentally, piece by piece, and rebuild you into the perfect companion for his vision?

In short, Lucius’ punishments are carefully crafted exercises in psychological dominance. He wants you to understand the extent of his control, to feel that your entire existence is tied to his approval. And by the end of it, you’ll be questioning if your defiance was ever worth it, or if freedom is just another illusion in the perfectly constructed world he’s created for you.

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

Lucius wouldn’t just show up and say, “Hey, guess what? You’re no longer a free person.” No, his methods are much more insidious and calculated. He’s the kind of guy who’d frame each new restriction as a favor, something he’s doing for your own good. He’d tell you it’s all to keep you safe, enlightened, and on the path to perfection. It’s like being caged in gold bars—looks pretty, but you’re still trapped.

Lucius’ approach would be gradual. At first, it might just be limiting who you talk to, convincing you that certain people are “distractions” or “unfit influences” on your growth. Then, maybe he’d start scheduling your days to align with what he believes is best for you. As time goes on, these restrictions multiply like rabbits until, before you know it, you’re in a psychological straitjacket. Even your thoughts start to feel like they’re on a leash.

He wouldn’t go for outright physical restraints because, honestly, Lucius doesn’t think he needs them. His control is so overwhelming that he’d rather manipulate your mind and emotions into a state of dependency, making you almost grateful for the structure he’s imposed. It’s not just about taking away your physical freedoms—it’s about reshaping your reality to fit his narrative. In his mind, you’re not losing rights; you’re gaining purpose. How thoughtful!

But if—and it’s a big “if”—you cooperate with him genuinely and truthfully (and he’ll know if you’re faking it), Lucius would ease up on the restrictions. He might even give you back “most” of your freedoms, like a benevolent ruler granting privileges to a loyal subject. You’d still never get full autonomy, though. Let’s not kid ourselves; in Lucius’ world, true freedom is the freedom to agree with him, and anything beyond that is just chaos.

Overall, you might get some breathing room if you play along, but Lucius is always going to keep a tight leash on the bigger picture. After all, he’s not just managing your life—he’s saving the world, and you’ve got a part to play in that whether you like it or not.

P = Patience (How patient are they with their darling?)

Lucius isn’t just patient—he’s practically the epitome of patience. Think of him as a human chess master who already knows how the game will end, no matter how many moves you make to try and outsmart him. He’s not rushing because, in his mind, your resistance is just a temporary obstacle in the grand plan he’s set for you. You throwing a fit is like a kid throwing sand at the tide—ineffectual and almost cute to him.

You could hurl every insult in the book, scream until you’re hoarse, or try every last wrestling move you’ve seen, and Lucius would barely flinch. He’s got the patience of a monk combined with the smugness of someone who knows he’s already won. If anything, your outbursts just seem to reinforce his belief that you’re not yet “enlightened,” so he’s more than willing to wait out the storm. After all, why would he let a cute, lovely little thing like your rebellion ruffle his feathers?

That’s the maddening part—he never loses his cool. You could literally slap him, and he’d still be standing there, looking down at you with that same composed, slightly amused expression like you’re acting out a scene he’s already memorized. It’s almost as if he’s silently challenging you to try harder because deep down, he finds your defiance more of a mild inconvenience than a genuine threat.

Honestly, it’d drive you crazy. It’s like trying to fight a brick wall that occasionally lectures you on why resisting is pointless. That patience? It’s not just a personality trait—it’s a weapon. A weapon he wields with precision to wear down your will until resistance feels as exhausting as arguing with someone who thinks pineapple on pizza is non-negotiable. Your resistance is a formality, a box to check off on his way to reshaping you into the perfect piece of his grand design. And he’s got all the time in the world to let you figure that out.

Q = Quit (If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?)

Let’s get one thing straight: for Lucius, the concept of you “dying” is laughably moot. I mean, really, it’s a non-issue. Thanks to his powers, he can revive you from the most gruesome fates—fatal wounds, near-dismemberment, anything. In his eyes, you’re practically immortal. So unless you spontaneously combust while trying to flee, he’s not letting go that easily.

Now, as for escaping? Good luck with that. The moment you think you can slip away, Lucius will dispatch an army of clones and his Paladins. They’ll be scouring every corner of existence to bring you back, because in Lucius’ twisted logic, you’re not just a person; you’re a vital part of his grand scheme. Spoiler alert: they WILL find you. He’s the sort of guy who has contingencies for your contingencies, and his persistence is truly a sight to behold.

So let’s be real: the whole idea of him moving on is laughable. There’s no “what if” scenario here; the thought of you escaping or being lost to him is about as likely as Lucius turning into a puppy. He’s more likely to turn every corner of the world upside down in search of you, employing every method at his disposal until he has you right back in his grasp. You’re stuck in this elaborate game of emotional chess, and there’s no checkmate in sight until he decides it’s over.

The only real hope for escape lies in a heroic intervention, like Anti-Magic Asta swooping in like some over-the-top action hero to save the day. But until that happens, forget about quitting or getting away. You’re in Lucius’ world now, and the rules are all his.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?)

Oh sweet summer child, if you think Lucius would ever feel guilty about abducting you, then you clearly haven’t been paying attention. In his world, he’s like a knight in shining armor—except the armor is made of manipulation, and the shining part is just his unshakeable belief that he’s the savior of this twisted story. To him, your abduction isn’t a crime; it’s a necessity. He’s saving you from the chaos and flaws of the world outside, and he views his actions as a kindness—like taking a cat off the street and then refusing to let it go because, let’s face it, it just can’t take care of itself.

Regret? Guilt? Those words might as well be in a different language for Lucius. He’s convinced that he’s doing you a favor by keeping you close, and he’ll definitely remind you of that whenever you express any desire to escape. You see, in his mind, letting you go is as absurd as handing over the keys to a sports car to someone who can’t even reach the pedals. You’re integral to his grand plan, and he doesn’t just mean you’re some interchangeable pawn on his chessboard; you’re the queen, and he’s not about to trade that piece away for anything.

So if you’re imagining some heartfelt moment where he pauses and reflects on the morality of his choices, you can forget about it. That’s not happening. Instead, he’ll probably double down, pulling out his smoothest lines about how it’s all for your own good, and how lucky you are to have him as a guide.

Letting you go? Now that’s just funny. If you think he’s going to open the door and say, “Okay, you’re free to go, my darling,” you’re about as mistaken as a mime trying to order a cheeseburger. He’ll hold onto you tighter than a kid gripping their last cookie in a room full of friends. You’re not just a part of his life; you’re the centerpiece of his meticulously crafted plan for world peace.

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

His overwhelming desire to “improve” you mirrors his quest to perfect the world around him. Picture a painter with a vision so grand that they can’t help but see every imperfection as a flaw to be corrected, and you’ll start to grasp where he’s coming from…

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

To Lucius, those tears are not signs of weakness; they’re just proof that you haven’t quite accepted your role in his meticulously crafted vision. It’s like he’s been waiting for you to see the light, but instead, you’re still fumbling around in the dark. He views your pain as confirmation of the world’s corruption, reinforcing his unwavering belief that he alone possesses the key to your salvation. In his mind, every tear you shed is just another layer of the flawed reality he’s determined to erase. So, while you’re thinking, “I’m a hot mess right now” he’s over there with his metaphorical clipboard, taking notes and strategizing on how to guide you back to the path he believes is right.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Lucius stands apart from your classic yandere archetype like a fine wine at a party full of boxed beverages. While many yanderes are often characterized by wild emotions, impulsive decisions, and an insatiable craving for their darling's attention—think of them as the love-struck tornadoes—Lucius operates with a cool, calculated precision that borders on eerie.

For Lucius, love isn’t just a feeling; it’s a meticulously orchestrated strategy aimed at achieving his vision of a perfect world. He’s not driven by mere passion or jealousy but by a steadfast belief in a future where you play a pivotal role. Instead of relying on chaotic whims and emotional outbursts, he’s more like an architect sketching out blueprints, ensuring that every element fits seamlessly into his grand design.

While your average yandere might resort to dramatic gestures—like stalking, melodramatic threats, or even impulsive violence—Lucius opts for subtler methods. He’ll employ psychological manipulation, social isolation, and emotional coercion like a seasoned chess player maneuvering their pieces across the board. He sees every interaction as a move toward the endgame he’s envisioned, where you’re not just a passive participant but a vital component of his master plan.

This calculated approach means he’s not just obsessed with you in the traditional sense; he views you as a unique puzzle piece essential for his envisioned utopia. He’s not out to cause chaos for the sake of chaos; rather, he’s on a mission to “save” you from the flaws he believes the world has imposed upon you. So if you think of your typical yandere as a whirlwind of emotions, Lucius is more like a storm that’s been perfectly predicted, with every gust of wind and drop of rain serving a specific purpose in his eyes.

V = Vice (What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?)

His greatest weakness is, quite ironically, his own towering ego and his unwavering conviction in his ideals. He’s like a walking billboard for self-assuredness, strutting around with the kind of confidence that could make a peacock jealous. You might think, “Great! I can totally use that against him!” But here’s the kicker: it’s not as easy as it sounds.

See, while his ego is a glaring flaw, it also acts like a protective shield, completely insulating him from doubt. He’s so convinced that he’s the master architect of a perfect future that any attempts to exploit this weakness will likely bounce right off him like a rubber ball. You could try to shake his confidence by questioning his plans or pointing out flaws in his grand design, but he’ll just smile that smug little smile and dismiss your concerns as naive, silly ramblings. It’s almost impressive how firmly he believes in his own infallibility. In a nutshell, your chances of exploiting Lucius’ vice for a successful escape are pretty slim—very slim. Sucks to be you, huh?

W = Wit's end (Would they ever hurt their darling?)

When it comes to Lucius, the idea of him hurting you is far from the chaotic, reckless violence you might expect from other characters in the yandere genre. Instead, his approach is a meticulously calculated maneuver. If he ever resorts to hurting you, it’s not out of rage or whimsy; it’s a carefully considered act intended to teach you a lesson about the consequences of disobedience, a lesson closer to molding you into his perfect lover for the new era he’s planning to create.

As for physical harm, Lucius will only ever resort to a firm grip, to reinforce his point or to remind you of his control. It’s less about inflicting pain and more about establishing dominance. He won’t be throwing punches or engaging in dramatic confrontations; instead, he’ll assert his authority in subtle yet powerful ways. He thrives on the knowledge that he can manipulate the situation to keep you in check, all while maintaining that charming demeanor of his.

So while Lucius may not physically hurt you in the traditional sense, the psychological scars he leaves behind can cut deeper than any knife ever could. In his eyes, hurting you is a necessary evil, a step in the process of molding you into the companion he believes you should be.

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?)

Lucius doesn’t quite revere you in the typical, candlelight-dinner-and-flower-petals kind of way. Instead, he sees you as a vital component of his grand design—an irreplaceable vessel for his vision of a perfect world. Think of it this way: to him, you’re not just a person; you’re the keystone in the arch of his ambitions, and he’ll do everything in his power to ensure that you fit snugly into that role.

His “worship” is less about adoration and more about control. He doesn’t bow down or sing your praises; rather, he orchestrates your life as if you’re a piece on his chessboard. He believes that by reshaping you, he’s doing you a favor. In his mind, this isn’t just manipulation; it’s a profound act of love—though it's a love that feels more like a gilded cage than a romantic fairy tale…

So what lengths would he go to win you over? Imagine a meticulous architect ensuring every beam and support is in place to create a flawless structure. Lucius would cut off access to your friends and family, restricting your movements and molding your thoughts to align with his ideals. He’d shower you with grand promises of a better world if you only surrender your will to him. Every act of control is couched in this twisted reverence, as he believes he’s guiding you to enlightenment.

His lengths are vast and thorough, employing every tactic at his disposal—from emotional manipulation to subtle coercion—because in his mind, any means justify the end goal: you becoming the perfect partner in his quest for a utopia. So, while you may not find him kneeling before you, he certainly sees you as a treasure to be safeguarded.

Y = Yearn (How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?)

Lucius isn’t the type to suddenly “snap” like a character in a drama who loses their cool all at once. Nope, he’s way too composed and strategic for that. Remember, patience is his thing. He plays the long game, seeing your resistance as a temporary hurdle on the road to what he believes is inevitable acceptance.

Lucius would never show desperation or impulsiveness, even if it feels like it’s taking forever to get you to fall in line. It’s almost eerie how collected he remains, waiting as you resist, plot, or even openly rebel. He’s that guy who could be waiting for the stars to align, and he wouldn’t flinch once.

Instead of snapping, he slowly tightens his grip, all while maintaining a serene demeanor that’s somehow more unsettling than someone who flies off the handle. If anything, your continued resistance only fuels his belief that he’s right to keep pushing, right to reshape you for “your own good.” He’d say, with that ever-so-slightly patronizing smirk, “It’s only natural for you to struggle—it shows you’re still finding your way. But don’t worry, I have all the time in the world.”

There’s literally no snapping point for Lucius because his patience is practically unbreakable. He doesn’t have a dramatic breaking moment—he’s like water, slowly wearing away at a rock until it’s shaped exactly the way he wants it.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break their darling?)

Lucius isn’t actively trying to crush your spirit into dust—at least not in a straightforward, malicious way. His endgame isn’t about making you a shattered shell but transforming you into what he sees as your “ideal self,” molded to fit neatly into his grand vision. In his mind, breaking you isn’t breaking at all; it’s refining you, burning away all those pesky imperfections that keep you from seeing things his way.

However, because Lucius’ methods are so intense and unrelenting, achieving that level of transformation might mean pushing you to the edge or beyond. He views it as a necessary sacrifice, like pruning a tree to help it grow properly. If you end up emotionally drained or feeling like you’ve lost yourself, Lucius wouldn’t see that as cruelty. He’d see it as progress, another step toward perfection.

To sum it up: Lucius wouldn’t set out to break you, but he’s perfectly fine if that’s the collateral damage of “perfecting” you.

[loosesodamarble]

Hey, I just wanted to say I love your work with Nacht!

Honestly I simp for this man so much- JYEI5EAEEGEDW. Can I make a request of Yandere Nacht? Not a full story but points wise short scenario a bit like your (reaction of magic knight squard towards Nacht being your crush).

Two scenarios where the reader is part of Black Bulls and the second where the reader is part of another squard. Thanks!

Sorry it took so long for this ask to be answered, Anon! It was an unfortunate cycle of not having ideas, getting caught up in other projects, forgetting this ask, remembering it, not having ideas... Sorry. And by the time I started working on answering this, I decided to make it one of my posts for Nacht's birthday.

I kinda went a little off when writing these heacanons. Yandere characters are a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. And then when throwing Nacht into the mix... It awakened something in me.

It should be noted that these headcanons are more about Nacht's spiral into madness over an obsessive love rather than imagining what an active relationship with a yandere version of Nacht would look like.

Hopefully you can enjoy the headcanons after the long wait.

Content notes/warnings: obviously Nacht will be ooc here, yandere, obsessive behavior, stalking, murder, abuse of power, emotional manipulation, forced relationship, forced confinement

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Yandere!Nacht x Black Bull!Reader

You weren't a standard Black Bull. You didn't go on missions or even live at the squad's base.

Instead, you had joined the squad as their personal medic since you were training to be a professional doctor.

Nacht questioned why you picked the Bulls when other squads probably got just as injured as the BB without being as bothersome.

"Even though the Bulls have started to fix their reputation, they're still looked down upon. And I... want to be someone who turned to those who suffer, even when everyone else turns away..."

Your words, and your smile when you spoke, struck Nacht in the heart.

Your heart was so pure. Nacht couldn't help but be enamored with your kindness from the start. In one encounter, you had unintentionally captured Nacht's heart.

Nacht resolved to make sure your goodness would be rewarded. He wouldn't let the evils of the world hurt you.

Nacht began to watch you. He became intimately familiar with your likes and dislikes, your habits, your little quirks.

The longer he watched, the more obsessed he became. You were good through and through, unlike so many others.

In some way, you knew Nacht paid attention to you. He was always the one to greet you when you visited the base. And when another squad member needed to visit the clinic you studied at, Nacht was the one to drop them off rather than Finral.

You didn't know how much Nacht watched you though. Nacht knew your routine from the moment you woke to the moment you fell asleep. He knew which cafe you ate breakfast at. The stores your resupplied everyday items at. The shortcuts through alleys you took.

Eventually, Nacht realized that he wasn't content just watching.

Nacht first developed a rapport with you and begins to visit you regularly outside of what's necessary for work. You reciprocated Nacht's desire to get closer and eventually invited him to your home (he already knew where you lived but resisted the urge to drop by unannounced).

Nacht helped you with chores and errands. He introduced you to his devils. He opened up to you. He supported and comforted you when you struggle.

Overall, Nacht became a pillar in your life.

The closer Nacht got... The more he loved you... The more he couldn't stand seeing you interact with the other Bulls.

He tried to keep you from the Bulls' negative influences, pointing out how disorderly and violent they were.

You agreed that the Bulls were flawed. Though you also argued that Nacht might've been taking it too seriously. "I know it's hard to be part of a squad that isn't picture perfect like the Golden Dawn, but it's at least functional, right?"

Nacht was saddened by how you brushed it aside.

Seeing the other Black Bulls act like they deserved to be around sweet, innocent you made Nacht sick. He couldn't stand the way the Bulls bothered you and tried to taint your goodness.

Especially Yami. That brute didn't treat you with the kindness, tenderness, or respect Nacht though you deserved.

Nacht decided that Yami and the rest of the Black Bulls had to be removed. They had to be punished.

It was all to protect you...

Nacht knew Yami well. He knew how to avoid his "friend's" attempts to fight. He approached Yami like he would on a normal day, acting bothered but at ease. Nacht invited Yami out for drinks at a place neither of them were familiar with. He parted ways with Yami soon after they leave the bar.

Nacht tracked Yami through the shadows for a bit. And when Yami was in the forest approaching the base, Nacht struck.

He thrust a dagger straight through Yami's heart and slit his throat to be sure that Yami would die.

"There's so much to hate you for," Nacht said while Yami is trying to put pressure on his wounds and slow his death. "You reminded me of the bastard I used to be. Your recklessness drives me mad. But... you did do one good thing for me. You made it possible for me to meet the love of my life! And you have my endless gratitude for that. Now I just need one more thing from you: your death."

Nacht left Yami to bleed to death. He disposed of the murder weapon.

Yami's body was discovered the next day and the squad was heartbroken. Despite their grief, they discussed finding Yami's killer. But when they went to Nacht about it, he told them it was their business.

"What are you talking about?" the Bulls asked. "You're our captain. Shouldn't you be leading us?"

"I was under the impression that none of you would want me as captain." (A fair assessment since the squad were enthusiastic about Nacht's presence.) "I went ahead and submitted the paperwork to disband the squad."

Nacht made it clear to the squad that he was stepping away permanently, as Yami was the only thing keeping him from quitting.

Nacht delivered the news of Yami's death and the squad's disbandment to you (remember, you lived away from the base).

You cried but not as much as Nacht expected. You believed that Yami wouldn't appreciate waterworks over his death. He'd tell you to chin up and keep his memory alive by living as you please, as that's what he wanted for you and the rest of the squad.

Nacht was irritated that you held Yami close to your heart in that way. But he'd make you forget that man soon.

"I'm right here for you," Nacht whispered to you. "If there's anything I can do for you until things settle down, and even afterwards, just tell me. I'll do whatever it takes to make you smile again."

Nacht was determined to make you forget everyone but him.

In the following weeks, Nacht intercepted every attempt the (former) Black Bulls made to contact you. He lied to them saying that you weren't in the mood for visitors. He stole letters from them meant for you. He kept you in the dark about Yami's funeral service.

He stayed by your side. Or rather, Nacht kept you by his side.

With the lack of contact between you and the Bulls, you questioned if you were really friends with them.

And so Nacht filled your head in cruel lies that the Bulls saw you as an outsider the whole time. (In reality, they were excited to have a new squad member and welcomed you from the start.)

He said that you living away from the base insulted several of them. (The truth was that they were sad but knew not to pressure you since that was your boundary.)

"I know what it's like to not fit in, even amongst misfits," Nacht told you while you trembled and cried over what he explained. "I can't believe we were outcasted by the outcasts. How cruel."

Nacht's hold over you grew stronger with each day. Every lie he spoke against the Bulls. Every moment of empathy you two shared. You fell more and more under his spell.

At some point, Nacht felt confident enough to confess and you reciprocated. Although, there was a sadness in your eyes when you confessed, "I just hope my love doesn't go to waste on you..."

It never would. Nacht would make sure of that.

One day, you and Nacht ran into Vanessa and Magna in the streets. Magna yelled at you for ghosting the team and being so cold after they saw you as a member of their team. Vanessa glared daggers at Nacht, immediately suspecting him of foul play but unable to say anything without definitive evidence.

Their hostile attitude unsettled you. Coupled with Nacht's lies, you refused to hear them out, and simply pulling Nacht away.

That was when Nacht knew you were his. Bound to him, like a devil, but by means of a controlling love instead of a contract.

The difference didn't matter to Nacht. You obeyed him regardless which was what mattered.

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Yandere!Nacht x Magic Knight!Reader

You were the newly appointed vice captain of the Blue Rose Knights. The previous vice captain retired after the conflict between Clover and Spade due to stress from the job and household responsibilities.

You were introduced to Nacht through meetings between the squads vice captains.

Both of you being new faces to the vc meetings made you inclined to talk to him a bit more.

Since Nacht didn’t have any previous impressions of you, he let you approach so he could get an idea if you were someone he liked or not.

After the standard pleasantries, you immediately got off on the right foot with Nacht by admitting you had a lot to learn to fill your new role.

Humility like yours was hard to come by in the Magic Knights. Nacht liked that.

And he liked the way you smiled. It was part of formalities to be cordial but your grin was genuine. Filled with a pure eagerness and a bit of nervousness.

You two didn’t have too much time for small talk since there was a meeting to address. When the meeting was called to order, you quickly shifted gears and focused. Another admirable quality of yours.

For a while, you and Nacht only encountered each other either at those vice captain conferences or in passing when delivering paperwork between bases (in the event that both your squads got involved in the same missions and reports needed to be verified by both groups).

After those early interactions, you and Nacht became friends. He soon noticed more things to like about you.

You were considerate, frequently asking if Nacht was okay with small talk outside of work topics so as not to invade on his privacy.

You were diligent. You never made excuses for mistakes you made. Though he rarely saw you screw up because you worked meticulously.

You were sweet, always giving polite greetings and offering to be the one I fetch refreshments during a meeting a few times.

You were honest, often correcting a piece of misinformation that would’ve benefited you to perpetuate.

You were humble. While you were a senior ranked knight, meaning you'd earned your standing, you blushed and chalked the promotion up to timing (as the previous vc was supposed to step down a few more years down the line) and convenience (you had been used as an assistant by the vc before and thus understood how the forms were to be filled, where files were stored or delivered, and other logistical details).

Nacht felt himself falling for you. But he didn't want to take any chances and investigated further.

He spoke with your co-workers, learning that you were so trusting that you'd fallen for a few scams and you tended to get distracted during patrols to help people with odd jobs.

He had his devils enter your home through the shadows and search your home for any evidence of hidden misdeeds. Nothing turned up.

You were someone honest and kind, through and through. Knowing that, Nacht let himself fall in love and he told himself that he would safeguard your purity no matter what.

Nacht watched out for anyone who might threaten your happiness.

He tracked down the people who scammed you in the past and delivered them to the Magic Knights HQ with evidence of their trickery.

If a sleaze tried to make a pass at you or put their hands on you, the person would be found the next morning with their hands or tongue cut off.

Nacht made sure that any bandits or foreign soldiers you fought would get an extra punishment from him. After all, they could've taken your life.

And any "friends" of yours who brought you to seedy bars or exhibited unpleasant behaviors in his eyes would get a visit and warning to stay away from you, lest they be tortured by devils.

Your circle of friends shrunk a bit but not enough for you to notice/worry about. You continued to flourish as a vice captain and your smile was as radiant as ever.

Nacht thought everything would be okay after that. He was so terribly wrong.

A mission of yours, putting down an insurrection, went awry and you were captured by the enemy. Nacht heard about it when he tried to visit you at the BRK base but you were missing.

Charlotte said that a rescue operation was already being planned but Nacht wasn't going to wait.

He found your shadow and erupted into the enemy camp on his own. With himself, four devils, and pure rage fueling him, he laid waste to the rebels. However, he still came too late and he found you beaten half to death.

Nacht hurried you to doctors and while you were stabilized, you were going to need weeks to even regain consciousness.

Nacht's love for you and fear for your safety wove together into a dark obsession to secure you at all costs.

He went to your noble family and pleaded his case to let him take care of you. House Faust had fallen but Nacht himself was considered a war hero thanks to his work in Spade. He explained how he alone had been your savior when you went missing.

Your parents knew you loved your job but considering the recent incident, they saw it as a sign that you'd been promoted too soon. Nacht further twisted things in his favor by suggesting that you might be traumatized and would want to step down altogether.

Nacht was pleased when your parents agreed to let him take care of you. They even allowed an engagement since it was clear he was devoted (and they didn't want unsavory rumors about his and your relationship if you two moved in together without anything official).

That's how you woke up in an unfamiliar room with Nacht laying beside you, an eerie smile on his face.

"Good morning, love," Nacht whispered to you before giving you a kiss.

You were too out of it to fight back so you waited and listened as Nacht explained what had happened while you were recovering.

To say you were pissed off was an understatement. You lunged at Nacht and screamed at him to stop messing around. Only for Nacht to show you the official paperwork for your retirement and engagement to him.

"I really didn't intend for us to become affianced, but I'm certainly not opposed to this change in our relationship."

You felt sick. You felt betrayed. You stormed out of the room and tried to find your way outside. You'd talk to your parents and make them come to their senses about the situation.

Only... the halls never seemed to end. No matter how many turns you made or doors you passed through, you didn't feel closer to any kind of exit.

The longer you walked, the more aware you became of the deep shadows in every corner. And the familiar chill of Nacht's magic was in the air.

"It's an exhausting spell to cast, but I had a feeling you weren't just going to sit pretty," Nacht's voice was suddenly in your ear. And when you looked behind you, there he stood.

"This will be a hard change for you, I know. But this is all to protect you. I did all this for you, my love."

[animeyanderetalker]

Which characters in black clover do you think has the most yandere potential? 🤔

There’s one character that is so obvious and that’s Gauche because he’s already majorly obsessed with his sister.

[yandere-wishes]

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✮ Yandere! Boothill x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: There's a slick black-clad little gal who's been messing with his bounties recently. Boothill's been dying to rustle her up and take a bite

⁀➷ Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, and gore, war trauma, Genie trying to do a cowboy accent.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺: Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett

And I don't hardly know her,

But I think I can love her,

Ah, now when she comes walking over,

I've been waiting to show her,

My mind's such a sweet thing

I want to do everything

What a beautiful feeling

It's not like the movies, they fed us on little white lies.

~💜

The first time he sees you there's a tempest of bullets rattling off his chest. Metal singing metal, as shells vie for an opening. It's all very lethal,

like the center of a rabid dust storm. Kissing death and sucking in her poison. Boothill can't tell where the bullets are coming from only that there's a dozen at a time ringing over his head. He shields his face with the metal of his forearms peaking through the gap to catch a glimpse of black.

Pure black.

That's the first thing he notices as your frenzy yields, You're clad in black from head to toe, even going so far as to dawn an eerie familiar mask. He's seen this scene play out somewhere before, he just can't remember where. "Morning mister", he likes that voice, jejune and teeming with confidence. It reminds him of himself, back when the sunset used to mean something and he could still feel wheat stocks under his soft palms.

"Howdy lil'lady I reckon you're in my way. Mind stepping aside before you get yourself hurt?" Your answer comes in the form of an aimed pistol, spine straight, midnight serape caught on the wind. He thinks you look a little too much like the folks back home -back when there was a home- blood boiling over eager for a fight. His bounty is standing just over yonder, blocked partly by your stubborn shadow. Boothill doesn't think twice before firing two rounds.

He's met with four...

He's in a cheap motel on Penacony, screwing in bolts that came loose. In the end, you laid claim to his bounty. Dragging him away to the hills. He's left growling at the thought, bested by a muddle-fudging fox. Lil gal probably ain't never even been in a proper shoot-out. The screwdriver cracks under his metal fingers. Boothill ain't about to start letting some pretty little thing get in the way of him and his targets.

The TV screen flickers to a melancholy monochrome. The films are old, distorted, crippled in parts. But he keeps them around, much like everything else about him, it's a bygone thing refusing to die.

He still likes to play them from time to time, trying to elicit the tastes of home. Hearing Nick and Graey setting plates out for dinner as his siblings rush downstairs. The movies are older than the new universe in more ways than one.

They come from a simpler time.

He'd always wondered why someone would bother painting such precious things in black and white. Spilling melancholia into picture frames, leaving everything tasting of vodka and vanilla.

It doesn't matter though, not really. All that matters is the sound of hooves on sand and bullets shooting. So long as the cowboys live their stories, everything else can be forgiven.

But this time something's off. The bandit's black mask shines through, gleaming something awful making him grind his sharp teeth. That damn mask, sitting pretty over a sly smirk. it reminds him of you, little cutie with your slick attitude. What bandit goes around doing hero's work anyway? What kinda twisted little lady are you?

He's getting mighty sick of this. Do you think you own the universe or something? "Been seeing way too much of you lately." There's sand in his Synesthesia Beacon his voice coming out horse, brittle. He kicks the head of an IPC lackey trying to drive home a point. "You getting on my nerves cutie". The ground looks nothing short of a graveyard, bodies scattered some piled. The blood paints the sands in a deep maroon, reflecting the glint of the distant stars. The last soldier is cowering behind you, his whimpers singing in Boothill's ears, one more bullet, that's all it'll take. "This one's mine" you mutter, and he wonders for a moment if the dry weather is getting to you too. "Not a chance pumpkin" his gun's drawn, firing bullets before you can even feel for your holster. The smirking bullet impales your abdomen, aimed point blank at the officer's head. But before the last body can be claimed you kick the man out of the way.

"Damn it" Boothill's anger is tangible, he knows you can feel it between your teeth. He's going to kill you, tear off that star-saken mask, and riddle you with bullets. You're getting too confident.

He doesn't notice your bullets at first. Protostars trying to act all rough and mighty. There's a temporary cluster of dust, a fraction of a second where his eyes aren't pinning you down. That's all it takes and then you're off. Sinking into the darkness and swimming away, taking his target with you.

It's only after the initial anger wears off that Boothill notices a tear on his thigh. A letter scrawled on the frayed leather of his pants. So you've started leaving your own marks, ay cutie?

He almost wishes he could feel the sting of your blade on his flesh. Feel your nails scrapping along his shoulders as he pins you to the ground.

Boothill fires at the moon.

Next time.

Next time for sure....

He's been chasing you for some time now. But catching up with you isn't as easy as he first thought. Seems like you go wherever the wind takes you and he's too busy with revenge to be following your capricious whims. The IPC ain't going to kill itself you know. And Boothill damn well wishes you'd start sitting still. He's heard from a reliable source that the IPC soldiers are throwing a little get to together down in one of the bars. Just a happy birthday for a colleague, nothing fancy. The thought alone makes his mouth water, place will be crawling with pests just waiting to be gunned down. Maybe tomorrow he'll try looking for you again, but tonight? Tonight's his night.

The neons have dulled now, they never were terribly bright to begin with. Penacony may be the land of dreams but not even dreams can stop reality from seeping through. The bar's loud, some new pop singer's music blasting from every speaker. Boothill downs his drink, liking how the ice cubes chime like a bad omen. He shoots the speakers first, needing some peace to focus on what comes next. The peace corp's lackeys are drunk, they stumble over themselves trying to reach him. He shoots each one like a kid playing carnival games. It's almost too easy...

The door is stampeded over by a heard of reinforcements. Somehow even in his drunken daze one of those yella-bellied lapdogs called for help. They're swarming the place like panicked rats, pushing past tables and chairs. Firearms aimed at his head. And for the first time, in a long, long time, Boothill feels a sliver of panic run down his bionic spine.

Motherfudger...

Boothill hears the familiar tumult of bodies hitting the ground before he sees what's actually going on. He feels you before he actually sees you. You're pushed up against his back, guns drawn locked, and loaded. "Heard you needed some help" Even though you offer your usual bravado, Boothill still picks up the nervous lilt in your voice, despite everything he thinks he likes it. It almost tastes sweet. "Best get away before you get yourself hurt little fox." "And let you have all the fun? Never."

"Certe murmur pugnando" Boothill laughs, he remembers those very words coming from a buddy of his before a duel. 'At least we'll die fighting' Somethings never change, even if you've carved out every principle from your body with a rusted kitchen knife. You'll always have those pesky morals stuck inside. He hears you chuckle, wonders if you find it odd that a rowdy galaxy ranger such as himself knows a dead language.

Well, he knows a lot about the dead.

The shoot-out lasts longer than he'd have expected.

But the real surprise lies in how neither of you are dead. Boothill's half laid across the bar, looking at you from under his hat. You're making him a drink following his instruction like a good little wife, not contradiction dressed in ebony. Gunpowder withers on his tongue, the bullet smoke permeates the air mixing with the gleeful tang of spilled blood. "Your drinks sure are complicated" you mutter pushing him his cup before picking up a bottle and reading its labels. "What's so hard about it pumpkin? Little bit of white gem and gin. All's you need." He sips your drink slowly, savoring your flavor. He imagines he's gulping you down, holding you for ransom behind his teeth, feeling your delicate little fists pounding against him. "I don't drink" you mumble as you sit across from him, you look so damn elegant, like a little princess from a fairy tale he use to read to a certain someone. You drink deeply from your glass of ice and water. Boothill focuses on the gentle motion of your throat. He licks his lips, trying to push down the thought of ringing such a fragile thing between his palms.

"So little lady, s'about time you start answering some questions...The hell you doing? Running off with my targets?" You set your cup down, eyes locking on his, there's the deficiency he's missed all night. The trigger hair that's just waiting for the right push. "They're not your targets...not really. They're just people. People whose planet got muffed up. I've been trying to gather them all in one place." For a second Boothill thinks you're talking about his planet, his home, his people. But it only takes one more look at you to understand.

"So, how'd yours die?" There's shrapnel in his throat when he asks, open wounds bleeding once more, filling his throat with bitter memories.

You stiffen, and he knows he's thumbing a broken bone, letting his finger dig between the cracks and snapping their frail linings. "Don't know, wasn't there. All I ever got to see were a few limbs, nothing enough to make a full person." you squeeze the glass until your knuckles turn white.

There's vindication rooted in your veins.

He knows the feeling all too well.

"We ain't so different you and I, reckon we make a pretty good team." His metal fingers lace between your soft skin, tracing the lifelines like an old map.

There's a goldmine hidden behind your lips, he imagines he'll have to kiss you to find the little nuggets. Your lips part, eyes filled with an odd-looking sympathy. What he wouldn't give to feel your plump lips bleed between his jagged teeth. "So..." you ask as his mechanic heart skips a beat. "What about yours?"

You've been laughing for five whole minutes. Boothill shouldn't find the noise as ethereal as he does. His anger lays heavily on his bones, he should be even angrier, lounging a bullet through your thick skull. But he finds the noise a little too perfect to disturb its source. Even if it's only created at his expense. Instead, he has half a mind to slap you, hard enough to shut you u and another to kiss you so hard you forget to breathe. "Damn hell so funny, cutie"

You look at him with those luminous eyes. Filled with pain and riddles. Boothill never did like solving puzzles. He only likes tearing things into bits. He needs you spartan, easy to read and use, and kiss. Not something he needs to piece together first.

"Dear stars you have no freaking idea how ironic you are." You say between bursts of spiteful-rooted giggles.

Why do those words sound so haunting like a ghost kiss? they should open phantom pains, but they sure as hell don't. Why do you always leave his head spinning? Boothill rolls his eyes, then leans over to pull down your mask. You jerk back, rewarding him with a dark grimace. You're out the window before he can ask your name.

"See you next time, cowboy"

"Next time I'm drawing blood"

The moment's over.

Fiddlesticks..

That night, Boothill dreams of you. He's lying in a stiff musty bed. It's too dark, even the moon is scared of showing her face.

Boothill dreams of the old saloons back home. Of their cracked wooden floorboards and the worn-out plush of chairs. In the dreams, you're wearing a black lace gown, like the saloon girls used to. He finds it all too funny that even in his dreams you still haunt him in black. Only now you're smiling, really smiling. Not that sly smirk, or mirthless grin you gave him back in the bar on Penacony. No, this here is a genuine smile and he's damn sure he's the one who put it there. You reach out for his hand, he feels warmth.

His

Yours

The dream is thick and dense like swimming through molasses. In another scene he's dragging you through the old doors, laughing as bullets and card chips hit the floor. There's a horse waiting outside. His horse. At least he thinks it used to be his. He pulls you up roughly in front of him. He's high off the feeling of his fingers wrapped around the rugged reins. High off the steed he holds in a vice grip between his thighs.

He's riding faster than he's ever ridden before, clambering for the sunset trying to engulf the sun. You hold on tight, pressing your cheek to his chest. His heart is beating something fierce between his ribs. He feels like an Aeon watching the universe collapse under his galloping feet.

He feels alive.

With the sun's rays behind you, Boothill could almost mistake you for the star-dwelling angels Nick used to tell him about. There's something poetic in all of this. The cowboy standing off against the black fox.

Dare he call it cinematic?

Boothill creeps closer. Tilting his hat and watching you flash a nervous smile through his lashes. "Volo sentire te inter dentes meos" so you know that dead tongue too. "You will soon darling, that's what I'm hoping for" his reply only dwindles your smile.

He's missed the old duels. Missed staring into the eyes of the one who could kill you. It's all a matter of skill and luck. Whose faster, who the aeon will trust?

Somewhere in the distance, the tumble weeds begin to rattle.

"Now"

His bullet glides through the air, piercing through the dust and sand. Your bullet reverberates from your gun a fraction too late and ricochets past his cheek. Leaving a juicy trail of blood.

But his bullet was aimed at your chest.

And Boothill never misses...

You want vengeance he won't deny you it.

So long as you stay by his side.

He'll tuck you away somewhere safe.

Somewhere you won't be leaving him again.

Boothill cradles your body to his chest. "I promised you blood little fox, and Boothill never goes back on his word." His cheeks hurt from smiling as he lays his hat atop your head. He's Picking you up and walking into the sunset. He knows a good ol'doc who'll patch you right up. And then it's a happy life together.

Well for him anyway.

The end

Taglist: @hihellomy @salhanskkdbfkekfb @gasoline-eater @sp1cym0chi

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 9: Autumn 2024)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie, and 😈 is for Ancient Beast AU (Inspired by Cuppajj’s Beast Ancient AU)

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs while ✨ will indicate someone’s interpretation of Y/N Cookie.

Additionally, many people proved art to showcase to Brittle, which will be indicated by this: 🖌️. I will also mention who provided the art.

September 2024 🍂

• “Ambused in Pure Vanilla Cookie’s Quarters”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie and Dark Enchantress Cookie

• “You Won’t Leave Paradise? Would You?”

Featuring: Black Sugar Swan Cookie

• “Steamwork Accident”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

• “Long Time Friend”

Featuring: Cookies of the Hollyberry Kingdom

• “Burning Kiss”

Featuring: Wind Archer Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie

• “Baby Buttermilk Pie Cookie”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Therapy Needed” ⭐️

Featuring: Dumpling Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Compliments”

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Obsessive Plants” 💗

Featuring: Herb Cookie, Peach Blossom Cookie and Clover Cookie

• “Pendants”

Featuring: The Elementals, Black Sugar Swan Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

• “War Against the Beasts”

Featuring: Elder Faerie Cookie and the Five Beasts

• “Wisdom”

Featuring: Alchemist Cookie and Candy Drop Cookie

• “Starry Depths”

Featuring: Starlight Mermaids

• “The Tale of the Forced Hand” 😞

Featuring: The Five Beasts and the Witches

• “Mine”

Featuring: Black Sugar Swan Cookie

• “My Biker Girlfriend”

Featuring: Street Urchin Cookie

• “Prank”

Featuring: Elder Faerie Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

• “Her Treasure… Gone…”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Deal with the Ancients 2 (Preview)”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie and White Lily Cookie

• “Partner and Bodyguard”

Featuring: Financier Cookie

• “Galacta Knight”

Featuring: Dark Enchantress Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Longan Dragon Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie, Snakefruit Cookie, Gingerbrave and Croissant Cookie

• “Comfort”

Featuring: Whipped Cream Cookie and Black Sugar Swan Cookie

• “Fae Marriage”

Featuring: White Lily Cookie and the Cookies of the Faerie Kingdom

• “Purple Rain Flower”

Featuring: Hydrangea Cookie and Lotus Dragon Cookie

• “Protect like a Parent”

Featuring: Black Swan Cookie, White Lily Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

• “After Them!”

Featuring: Burning Spice Cookie and his Army and Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Cherished Watcher”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “The Coming Spice Storm” ⭐️

Featuring: The Cookies of the Cookie Kingdom, Golden Cheese Cookie, Salsa Cookie, Crowned Cupcake Cookie and Burning Spice Cookie

• “The Beast’s Own Worst Enemy”

Featuring: The Beast Cookies

• “Possessive Beasts”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Watched” 👻

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie’s Sentient Statues

• “The Fallen Ruler”

Featuring: The 5 Beasts

October 2024 🎃

• “In the Eye of the Tiger”

Featuring: Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

• “Watching You”

Featuring: Mystic Flour Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie and Burning Spice Cookie

• “Battle the Destroyer”

Featuring: Burning Spice Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Taken”

Featuring: Burning Spice Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Date with the Tiger”

Featuring: Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

• “Trophy”

Featuring: Burning Spice Cookie

• “Baked a Cookie of My Ex-Wife” 🖌️✨

Featuring: The Five Beasts

Art by @/xaytheloser (view their Benign Butter Cookie)

• “Keep an Eye on Them”

Featuring: Burning Spice Cookie’s Followers

• “Marks of the Beasts”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “The Fool”

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Gingerbrave, Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie

• “Princess Cookie is in Another Castle”

Featuring: Princess Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “Recovering from Beast Experiences”

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie and Burning Spice Cookie

• “Five Nights with Dragons” 👻

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Old Acquaintances”

Featuring: Onyx Cream Cookie

• “Tribute Day” ⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “Seeing Double”

Featuring: Y/N Cookie’s Twin Cousin

• “A Beastly Family”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Refuge” 😈

Featuring: Cookies of the Dark Cacao Kingdom

• “Need a Hand?”

Featuring: Jalapeño Cookie

• “Pangolin Protectiveness”

Featuring: Pepper Pangolin Cookie

• “Are They Sick?”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “A New Story”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Disappeared”

Featuring: Croissant Cookie and Timekeeper Cookie

• “Male Partner Contest”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “This Could Have Been You”

Featuring: Butter Roll Cookie

• “Be Careful What You Wish For”

Featuring: Elder Faerie Cookie

• “The Fake Me”

Featuring: The Ancient Heroes

• “Too Cute to be Tough”

Featuring: Pepper Pangolin Cookie

• “Pretty Green Snake”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie and Smoked Cheese Cookie

• “How Are They Doing?”

Featuring: Xylitol Nova Cookie and Xylitol Blue Cookie

• “Pucker Up”

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie

• “Cannibal”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Wayward Soul”

Featuring: Parfaedia Cookies

• “Seed”

Featuring: Millennial Tree Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Licorice Cookie, Blue Lily Cookie and Lilybell Cookie

• “Warmth”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “Timid One”

Featuring: Hollyberry Cookie

• “Baking Time” 🎃

Featuring: Everything Pie Cookie

• “A New Home”

Featuring: Pepper Pangolin Cookie

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[hugemilkshake]

I got an idea...based off something I read off tumblr in the cookie run x reader thing. A fic about y/n being taken into the kingdom as their ruler and pure vanilla helped them with the difficult part of ruling and stuff...a crazy idea if ya want a kingdom of yanderes:

Y/n was taken into the kingdom and was crowned ruler...but they don't ACTUALLY RULE! From the outside the kingdom, it looks like y/n is making the rules and making the decisions and stuff...

But th truth? The cookies are the ones making up the rules and y/n's job is to just sit there with that cute crown on their head while the cookies spoil y/n with attention, affection, anything they desire...but won't let y/n leave the kingdom for their safety and the cookie's obsession. Reason they crowned y/n as a ruler? An excuse to keep em in the castle so others don't ask questions.

Enjoy the milkshake! I’m putting some characters that we don’t see that often since I miss them

A false ruler

-platonic-

Pt 2

This is a little longer than what I usually write

You ran as fast as your legs could take you. You don’t remember what brought you to this moment but you couldn’t look back. There are cake monsters chasing after you, and you have no way to defend yourself.

The more you ran, the more you began to tire out. You didn’t think you were going to see another day when you heard… something..

Music

Music meant potential help. And potential help was what you needed at this moment, so you made a dash for the music.

You broke through the foliage only to see a group of cookies, the one sitting on a tree stump abruptly stopping his music. Now you would great them and tell them what’s wrong but your vision began to blur a while ago and your world had finally gone to black.

—————————————

Clover Cookie was a bit stunned at seeing a cookie collapse in front of him, so was Purple Yam and Milk Cookie. But the snarling of cake monsters gave some, but very little clarity.

And as suddenly as you fell, Purple Yam Cookie sprinted through into the foliage, the sounds of commotion could be heard, indicating that he started a fight.

On the other hand, Milk Cookie was helping this mystery cookie out of the foliage and away from Purple Yams unchecked wrath.

“Are.. they okay?” Clover Cookie took a cautious step forward as Milk Cookie assessed the passed out cookie. “They should be, they seemed to have exhausted themselves. The just need some rest”

Clover Cookie took a sigh of relief, he was glad that they weren’t dead, something about them was… intriguing.

—————————————

You woke up and winced at the brightness of the sun. You heard a calm voiced cookie saying something around the lines of “they’re awake!” And another voice- in a more aggressive tone saying some sort of snarky comment.

Once your eyes adjusted to the light you saw a cookie with curly white hair looming above you. This made you jump and sit up quickly, only for pain to ripple through out your dough.

The curly haired cookie immediately jumped back, either shocked or panicked that you were able to sit up so quickly. Despite the pain in your dough you backed away until you hit another cookie.

“HEY!” The cookie barked, he was broad with purple dough and was honestly quite intimidating… especially with the icing and jam he was wiping off his face and mace…

This caused you yelp and stand up and stumbled backwards. You tripped over a log, injuring yourself more.

The cookie in white tried to step towards you but was to focused on trying to prevent the purple guy from attacking you.

You soon felt a cookie kneel next to you and speak to you in a calm, melody like voice. “Hey… take a deep breath, we’re not going to hurt you”

You felt your heart rate slow down and your anxiety lessen, you were still injured and what happened. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t form any words, the cookie next to you softy smiled understanding what your trying to do

“I’m Clover Cookie, over there is Purple Yam and Milk Cookie. You stumbled upon us with some cake monsters chasing you.” The cookie, who you learned is named Clover Cookie spoke in a gentle tone

You told them that your name was Y/N Cookie. You soon tried to stand but you winced. Milk Cookie walked over and kneeled next to you.

“Try not to move, you’re exhausted. Moving will only worsen your condition” Milk Cookie said in a concerned tone, kinda in a tone that one would use when they are worried about their friend

Purple Yam soon spoke up in quite the annoyed tone “Can we go now?! They can get healed back at the kingdom!” This seemed to snap Milk Cookie and Clover Cookie out of their concerned minds.

“Yes.. we should find them proper care.” Clover Cookie picked up his lute and looked over at Milk Cookie. “I agree, Y/N Cookie is it okay if I carry you back to our kingdom?”

You told Milk Cookie you were fine with being carried, but you didn’t expect to seem like you weighed nothing to Milk Cookie. The four of you started your way back to this allusive kingdom, but at some point you fell asleep. Unknowingly changing your life for better.. or for worse…

—————————————

Weeks had gone by, you still talked to Clover, Milk and Purple Yam from time to time but this had changed, a lot.

When you were more recovered, you had been brought to the castle in order of “The king” aka a child named Custard Cookie the lll. It was cute to see a kid so happy to be “king” but that wouldn’t be the case for long since the founding cookies of this kingdom are KIDS!

The fact that they could run a kingdom with some help from like 3 adults was SHOCKING.

You eventually started to stay in the castle, you’d suggest stuff and try to help out but it seemed like no one took you seriously… until.. you heard someone referring to you as “the ruler of the cookie kingdom”

You were quite happy to have others think of you as royalty but you were still recovering from some injuries since you did end up having a minor break in your leg so you couldn’t leave the castle.

Little did you know… this was planned out.

[mortifesboy]

WELCOME TO THE SHOP

wuthering waves centric but will post other medias —MASTERLIST — fem aligned /minors respectfully dni ꩜ if we are friends and you’re fem aligned it’s ok MASC ! reader blog — he/him — 20

i accept poly requests !

this blog is PRO-PALESTINE zionists and neutrals go home

MENU ꩜ make sure to be specific as multiple items are associated with multiple characters

TARO MILK TEA !: male! rover,sosei akabane, eren jaeger, gojo, childe,kars

BROWN SUGAR TEA LATTE ! : jiyan, shōgo aoshima, erwin smith, mahito, zhongli

GREEN TEA ! : aalto, chidori, porco galliard, sukuna, diluc,dio,

PASSION FRUIT TEA ! : mortife, zeke jaeger, toji, nuvillete , risotto nero,yami (black clover)

STRAWBERRY SMOOTHIE ! : scar, Jean kirschtine, takuma ino , tighnari , bruno,avdol

OREO SMOOTHIE ! : yuwanwu, geto, armin, abbacchio,jotaro,weather report

TERMINOLOGY

for here : top ! reader or character

To go : bottom ! reader or character

Disposable container : switch ! Reader or character

SIDES kinks (optional)

brown sugar boba : overstimulation

popping pearls : somnophilia

cheese foam : gangbang/bukkake can be charas from different media interacting with eachother

Aloe Vera : breeding

Egg pudding : praise

Star pearls : degradation

Coffee jelly : stepcest

Taro: nipple sucking

Grass jelly: yandere

Baisil seeds : cnc

Strawberries : omega verse

SUGAR LEVELS

0%: angst

50 % : fluff

100 % : smut

Special request: any character you may not see on here you can fill out a special request!! i have the right to deny a request especially if the character is a minor . I do not write scat, age play[but i will write for age REGRESSION which is NOT sexual ] , and race pla

Ordering example “hi can i please get a brown sugar tea latte (jiyan) , with alo vera , taro ,basil seeds, and 100% sugar for here(reader)? (Then specify what exactly you want happening )

Multiple characters: “ can i get a passion fruit tea ( mortife) w/ a Oreo smoothie(geto) ordering separate the Oreo smoothie has basil seeds, and star pearls) and to go (reader) while the passion fruit has aloe Vera also to go (mortife) (then specify)

requests always open but might take a while

© mortifesboy 2024

[yunathecat]

INTRODUCTION ˳ᐟ

໒꒰ྀི •́ ˕• ྀི꒱७

꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱

hi my name is yuna !

i’m a fanfiction writer! i’ve read and written fanfiction for yearssss but i’ve never posted any of my work ! that’s why im making this post ! i’m going to start writing mostly requested fanfiction! or anything that comes to my mind on my own that i feel like writing ! if you’re wanting to request to have anything written please read my guidelines/rules below ! this is completely free as i’m just trying to get better at writing and because i find this fun to do ! please request thru comments, the ask me or thru dms if its something you’d like to elaborate on !

i also do free introduction posts, check out one i did for my friend!

@writersblockworks

꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱

what i am comfortable writing about! :

fluff, smut, lemon, lime, au, love triangle, polyamorous fluff/smut, heavy angst, specific personality characteristics (will elaborate below !)

you can request certain characteristics! such as “!yandere [character] x reader” “!jealous [character] x reader” and so on !

i can write character x reader, character x oc, character x character, oc x reader and oc x oc ! if you’d like anything involving your oc then it’d have to be discussed thru dms as i’ll need to know/ask about your character !

i’m also comfortable doing requested plots, scenarios, but in my own writing style ofc ! and aslong as they abide by what i’m comfortable with !

what im NOT comfortable writing about!:

sa/🍇, incest, zoophilia, pedophilia, proships, minor x adult, certain kinks (i will NOT write cnc, ageplay or about any bodily fluids that aren’t commonly sexualized), HEAVY mentions of selfharm/suicide (i can make exceptions for this aslong as its in a fluff way, no angsty stuff cause that can be EXTREMELY triggering), i will NOT write about any smut that involves underaged characters ( i will not make ANY exceptions, this includes if you ask me to age them up, i can age up characters but i still refuse to write smut about them

꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱

fandoms im in :

these are fandoms im in/find easy to write about ! :

(you can request any show/game outside of these, i will do my research and write about it if you request it !)

valorant

marvel

overwatch

star wars

stardew valley

jujutsu kaisen

re:zero

chainsaw man

apex legends

dead by daylight

arcane

sk8 the infinity

black butler

black clover

solo leveling

windbreaker

genshin impact

my hero academia

honkai star rail

nikke: goddess of victory

skull girls

꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱

being a busy writer is hard! so currently there will be limited spots on my requested as i dont want them to pile up. my request spots will be below! you can still request a fic even if they’re full, if i really wanna write it or if it’s something im interested in then i may make exceptions! the character x reader has a higher spot number as i prefer to write those type of fanfics!

oc x character

2/10

reader x character

2/15

character x character

1/10

THATS ALLLLL

ples request im desperate

have a nice day goodbye !

[animeyanderelover]

Despite the stress of my new semester I am desperate to at least write something and since I just finished the last episode of Black Clover I thought that I would write some short drabble. Honestly though, if it comes to potential rivalries or poly!relationships Black Clover has to be one of the most fun potentials for me. There are literally so many possibilities and so I'm just going to write for one certain dynamic I especially like in the context of them falling for the same s/o and no, it isn't Asta and Yuno.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, protective behavior

Falling for the same darling

❌​🔥​Geez, talk about two peas from the same pod. In more than just one way Asta and Leopold are very similar to each other, especially in regards to their stubborn and straightforward nature as well as their tendency to act first and think afterwards. It doesn't really take long for either of them to fall fast and hard for their darling and once that infatuation has taken hold you get two men suddenly shouting at you to please marry them as they just blurt their feelings out. Perhaps with Asta it is less shocking as he is known for being loud and just speaking up with whatever is on his mind. Leopold on the other hand is a descendant from one of noble families in the Clover Kingdom and especially with the way his older brother carries himself around with so much charisma and strength this blunt confession comes as a shock for those who are around as he so thoughtlessly, so unfitting for someone of his status, asks for your hand in marriage. To Leopold's credit though, he is afterwards more ashamed than Asta as soon as he has realised what he has done, clasping his hands over his mouth as his entire face turns as red as the flames that he wields.

❌​🔥​Whilst Leopold has always been a rival of Asta he has never really been the rival of Asta as that title goes to Yuno. However, that changes somewhat as Asta finds out that apparently Leopold is in love with you as well as the incident where the youngest sibling of the Vermillions confessed to you out of the blue goes around quickly. And Asta with his competitive and straightforward nature is just not the type to play the long game nor any mindgames as he quickly seeks out the other boy and declares loudly to him that he is in love with you as well and that he won't lose to Leopold. Leopold himself isn't really that shocked nor surprised when Asta confesses that he loves you as well. He expected after all nothing less from his rival! Asta has great taste when it comes to the person he falls in love with! Neither of those two even attempt to hide the newly lit competition that they have going on and it becomes very quickly obvious to everyone that they're fighting for your heart. Asta and Leopold are very healthy with their rivalry though since both have a lot of respect for the other which means that things are fierce and passionate but never escalate into an ill will against the other.

❌​🔥​The Black Bulls are Asta's personal cheering squad, though some show it in more interesting ways than others. The most openly supportive are Finral, Vanessa, Charmy, Magna, Gray and in his own creepy ways Gordon as well. The others are obviously also secretly rooting for Asta but aren't quite as vocal and passionate about it as the other members. People like Nacht, Zora and Gauge would probably never admit it out loud that they're secretly wishing this stubborn and loud idiot only the best. Leopold obviously also receives a lot of support and advice from his own squad but his older siblings have perhaps the most interesting reactions. Fuegoleon is still recovering from the fact that his brother fell out of the blue so deeply in love with someone, shocked that his younger brother has found someone before he has. Mereoleona on the other hand is roaring with laughter when she hears about the story and Leopold is silently terrified of the day where she decides to take a look at you herself to see what kind of person you are for her youngest brother to fall so deeply in love with you. Neither one of those would ultimately care though whether you're a peasant or not, especially Mereoleona.

❌​🔥​The more you spend time with those two the more you are convinced that they must be long lost brothers of some sort because the more they compete over you the more alike they become. You hear both of them before you even see them as they always turn it into a race who can reach you faster whenever both are searching for you and bump into the other who is currently also trying to find you, screaming at each other as they sprint through the streets whilst calling your name. Now, Asta is a peasant whilst Leopold is nobility which means that Leopold has a financial advantage but he has never once considered using that. It would feel dishonest and lazy to him, especially since he witnesses how hard Asta is working all by himself to impress you and Leopold strives to do the same. He wants you to love him after all for the person that he is and not for the influence and the money that his family possesses. When Asta hands you a bouquet of flowers he picked from the forest then Leopold is doing the same, refusing to buy flowers from a store. You're worth all the effort he can give after all so soon you have him kneeling on one knee in front of you whilst he offers you the flowers he picked.

❌​🔥​Both of them are very similar when it comes to the way their obsession manifests even. Both are quickly starstruck with you and from the very beginning very open and honest about their feelings even if Leopold attempts to still obtain some dignity as not only a member of the Crimson Lions but also as a Vermillion. Spoiler, it often fails as he often gets pulled along with Asta's infectious passion and antics more than just once. Both are very protective of you, especially if you are a Magic Knight who gets discriminated for being a peasant or for not being strong enough in the eyes of others. Asta even more so than Leopold as he knows firsthand how discriminating people can be against others since magic is everything in this kingdom. Asta's dense nature is the major reason why he is very much delusional as he doesn't perceive his obsession as one and coupled with his tenacious personality you better give up on hoping that he will ever give up on you. Leopold is a bit more lucid than Asta yet he isn't completely self-aware either as he tends to be someone who feels more and thinks less when it comes to you. He does know that neither he or Asta would ever hurt you though which calms him.

❌​🔥​Fun fact, I believe that Asta would come to an agreement with Leopold to share you faster than he would be if it were Yuno who also fell in love with you. Not much is changing though even after both Magic Knights have agreed to share you as they still keep their competitive nature up even afterwards. They spend even more time with you now than they have before but they're just starting now to actually initiate physical touches with you. Asta, as dense and delusional as he is, grew up in a church after all and his childhood crush on Sister Lily has caused him to be rather chivalrous, meaning that as loud as he is and as often as he proclaims his love for you, he is very respectful with the way he touches you and you're actually surprised when he always asks you if he can hold your hand or kiss you. Leopold tries to follow Asta's example as good as he can but if there is one of them who is more prone to be somewhat more dirty-minded it is definitely Leopold and then it is always Asta who literally yanks him back by his collar and proclaims shocked and very loudly so that you end up hearing it as well that the youngest Vermillion shouldn't do that.

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I shall write *nearly* anything your heart desires.

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Demon Slayer

Black Clover

Ouran High School Host Club

Haikyu!!

Twisted Wonderland

Toliet Bound Hanako-Kun

The Promised Neverland

Link Click

The Disastrous Life of Saki K

Assassination Classroom

Kamisama Kiss

Jujutsu Kaisen

The Case Study of Vanitas

Chainsaw Man

Bungo Stray Dogs

Ace Attorney

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I'll write x Readers, or ships, and pretty much anything. Murder is okay. Yanderes are okay. I welcome fluff and angst and any romance with open arms. I'm not great at writing male readers, bear with me pls.

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smut (minor 😙✌)

inc3st (sorry, but no, honey)

any p3do stuff (do I even need to say more?)

Anything with ppl being "better" than others in terms of race, religion, etc. (Ur prolly not btw)

And, anything homophobic, pr0shippers, wlw/mlm fetishizers, rac!sts, you get the gist, right?

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[mercillery]

can you please write a series of headcanons for yandere Zenon falling for a nun female reader who is a friend of sister Lily and father Orsi?

btw i really love your writing 💕❤️

WARNINGS: FEMALE READER + RELIGIOUS TOPICS + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: IM ALIVE GUYS I SWEAR IM ALIVE. ALSO, I DID THIS ON A WHIM SO IT MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST. SORRY AND THANK YOU.

Oh, you poor, unsuspecting soul.

You're about to hop on a roller coaster so wild and unpredictable that even the most hardcore adrenaline junkies would pause and reconsider their life choices before strapping in. Seriously, who could have predicted that someone as cold and ruthless as Zenon—yes, Zenon, the guy whose hobbies probably include brooding and looking dramatically into the distance—would ever let thoughts of anything other than his missions and duties creep into his mind?

And not just anyone, mind you, but a nun? The irony is ironing. Zenon falling for someone devoted to peace and virtue? It’s like discovering the Grim Reaper secretly volunteers at a kitten shelter on weekends. But hey, life has a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them, and Zenon catching feelings might just be the curveball of the century.

Zenon's interest in you doesn't start as love—oh no, that would be too simple, too human. Instead, it begins as a fixation, a curiosity he can’t quite shake. You see, he’s drawn to your purity, your unwavering faith, and that infuriating devotion to something greater than yourself. For someone like Zenon, whose life is steeped in shadows and bloodshed, these qualities are both intriguing and utterly alien. It’s like he’s found a rare, delicate flower growing in the middle of a battlefield—something that shouldn’t exist, and yet, here it is, flourishing despite the chaos.

Your kindness and warmth are stark contrasts to the cold, brutal world Zenon knows so well. To him, you're almost like a living embodiment of everything he's not—and, frankly, everything he’s never wanted to be. Zenon is perfectly content with his dark, brooding existence; thank you very much. The idea of being anything else? Laughable. But still, there’s something about your devoted nature that tugs at him in ways he doesn't fully understand.

It’s not love—at least not yet—but there’s definitely something there, something that keeps him coming back, if only to try and figure out why someone like you exists in a world like his.

Zenon doesn’t harbor any outward disgust toward religion—he’s not the type to waste energy on something as trivial as disdain. Instead, religion just makes him tilt his head slightly, those dark, intimidating eyes narrowing as if he's trying to solve a puzzle he doesn’t really care about. He’s genuinely baffled by how someone could be so dedicated, so selfless, so utterly consumed by their devotion to something intangible. How could anyone willingly bind themselves to something as abstract as faith?

If we're being completely honest here, Zenon probably finds the whole concept of religion utterly useless. In his mind, power is the only currency that matters, and in the face of overwhelming strength, everything else—including religion—seems trivial at best. He sees religion as something that would only hold a person back, a crutch that prevents them from grasping real power. After all, why rely on divine intervention when you can take matters into your own hands?

But does he care if someone else wants to cling to their faith? Not really. Zenon’s not interested in converting anyone to his worldview; he’s too focused on his own goals for that. If people want to hold themselves back with their religious beliefs, that’s their problem, not his. He just shrugs it off, filing it away as another incomprehensible quirk of humanity that he doesn’t need to understand and thinks it just holds everyone back.

But anyway—over time, this curiosity of his starts to twist and morph into something far more dangerous—an obsession. As this obsession deepens, Zenon begins to rationalize the strange feelings he's grappling with, trying to make sense of them in a way that aligns with his dark worldview. He starts to see your innocence as something fragile, something that needs to be protected—by him and only him.

Of course, Zenon’s idea of protection isn’t exactly comforting. It's dark, suffocating, and possessive. In his mind, the only way to keep you truly safe is to isolate you from the world, to lock you away where no one else can reach you or taint your purity. This twisted logic extends to everyone around you, even those closest to you, like Sister Lily and Father Orsi.

Sure, even if they’re like your family, even if you dearly love them with every fiber of your being, and even if Zenon knows all of this—he still sees them as obstacles. And let’s be real; that’s not exactly surprising. To him, they’re not threats, just hurdles he needs to clear before claiming his prize: you. I’m not saying he’d immediately jump to murder, but it’s definitely crossed his mind. Whether he goes that far depends entirely on how much resistance they put up.

Zenon isn’t one for subtlety or long-winded schemes. He’s not going to waste time orchestrating elaborate events to make it seem like Sister Lily or Father Orsi are in danger or untrustworthy—that’s just too much work for something he could easily solve by just killing them. He’s got power, and he’s more than willing to use it to carve a quicker, more direct path to you. If they become too much of a nuisance, well, let’s just say Zenon’s not above using lethal force to clear the way. Sorry, but in his mind, it’s a simple equation: they’re in his way, and he’s not one to let anything stand between him and what he wants. Of course, if by some miracle Sister Lily and Father Orsi step aside and let him through—though let’s be real, that’s about as likely as Zenon deciding to take up knitting—they might just live to see another day.

That being said, once Zenon realizes that he’s not just obsessed with you and that his feelings run far deeper than mere fixation, well, say goodbye to your freedom. Forever.

Zenon’s first move would be to isolate you completely, cutting you off from everyone and everything you’ve ever known. He wouldn’t hesitate to threaten the lives of those around you if it meant coercing you into submission. It’s just a necessary step to secure your loyalty and your obedience. He’d present himself as your only protector, the one person who can truly keep you safe in a world filled with chaos, danger, and evil—a world that’s constantly trying to kill that innocence you have. To Zenon, this isn’t just a twisted power play; it’s an act of love. He genuinely believes that by keeping you close, by holding you tight in his suffocating grip, he’s shielding you from the darkness that he knows all too well.

And yes, Zenon is the very embodiment of that darkness, the very thing he’s supposedly protecting you from, but in his mind, that’s just more reason for you to stay with him. You’re precious, sacred even, and he can’t bear the thought of losing you—especially after what happened with Allen. Oh how much you remind him of that sunshine boy, that bright light that was snuffed out too soon. He doesn’t want to experience that pain again, that devastating loss. So he convinces himself that this is the only way, that by keeping you close, he’s protecting both you and himself from a repeat of the past.

But while Zenon is dead set on “protecting” your purity as a nun, he's also not above trying to chip away at the very core of what makes you who you are. He takes a strange satisfaction in subtly undermining your faith, poking holes in the foundations of your beliefs whenever he gets the chance. He'll challenge your views on life, death, and the morality of your God, all while weaving in his own twisted philosophy, as if trying to make you see the world through his cold, unforgiving eyes.

As much as he’s intrigued by your devotion, it also kinda grates on him. How can someone be so unwavering in the face of a world as dark and merciless as this one? He might be your self-appointed protector, but there’s a part of him that wants to see you stumble—a lot, actually. Zenon’s not satisfied with just keeping you safe; he wants to break your spirit and mold you into someone who sees the world the way he does. He’s not just after your obedience—he wants your mind, your very soul, to align with his own warped perspective.

In fact, at some point, Zenon would likely want you to abandon your faith altogether. He’d see it as a weakness, something that blinds you to the harsh realities he believes in. In his mind, your faith and ideals are naïve, a set of fragile beliefs that will only lead to your destruction if left unchecked. He sees his efforts to sway you as an act of mercy, a twisted form of salvation. To him, if you could just shed those old beliefs and embrace his darker, more “realistic” worldview, you’d be stronger for it—stronger and safer, as far as he’s concerned.

So while Zenon might claim to be protecting your purity, the truth is much more sinister. He wants to strip away everything that makes you who you are, to rebuild you in his own image, and in doing so, bind you to him in a way that goes far beyond physical control. To him, that’s the ultimate act of protection: not just guarding your body, but reshaping your very soul.

Moreover, Zenon’s icy logic and emotional detachment would make it utterly futile to try and reason with him—even if you’re usually a master at persuading others. With him, all your skills in negotiation and reasoning would hit an unyielding wall. Zenon isn't the kind of man who can be swayed by emotional appeals or logical arguments. His mind is set, and once he’s decided on something, there’s no changing it. If you ever attempted to escape or reach out for help, you’d quickly learn just how unforgiving he can be. Any act of defiance would be met with swift and brutal consequences, the kind that would make you think twice about ever trying it again.

Zenon doesn’t see you as an individual with your own thoughts, feelings, and agency. To him, you’re a precious, pure possession—something to be guarded, controlled, and kept away from the world. He might speak of love, but his version of it is suffocating, possessive, and devoid of the genuine respect and care that real love requires. Instead of being cherished as a person, you’re reduced to an object of obsession, someone whose freedom and autonomy are sacrificed on the altar of his twisted affections.

In Zenon’s mind, the endgame is crystal clear. He’s convinced that by breaking your will and dismantling the person you once were, he can rebuild you into something that aligns with his dark, twisted worldview. If you were to ever fully submit to his control, he’d see it as a victory—a validation of his power and a confirmation that his way is the only way. But here’s the thing: that victory wouldn’t bring Zenon any real peace or happiness. Despite his relentless pursuit, Zenon is a man consumed by darkness, and even if he managed to break you, he’d likely find himself staring into an abyss of his own making.

The purity and innocence that first drew Zenon to you would be gone, stripped away by his relentless need to control and reshape you. In their place would be something hollow and broken—a reflection of Zenon himself. He might have you under his thumb, but the person he was so fascinated by, the light that caught his attention, would be extinguished. And what then? Zenon is too far gone to appreciate what he’s lost, but on some level, he would likely feel the emptiness of his so-called victory.

Overall, Zenon’s pursuit of you is more than just a desire to possess; it’s a reflection of his own inner turmoil. He’s a man who, in trying to hold onto something pure, only succeeds in dragging both you and himself further into the darkness. The very thing that made you special to him—your purity—becomes a casualty of his obsession. And in trying to mold you into something that mirrors his own brokenness, Zenon only deepens his descent into the void, leaving behind nothing but the remnants of what once was and what could never be again.

[starwritesstuffz]

Heyo I’m star I use she/they pronouns

Im bi and graysexual

Interacts from my selfship blog @kajiiswife

My current hyperfixations are bsd and cookie run kingdom

My dni on my selfship blog still applies here

Requesting rules and fandoms I write for

Will do: comfort fluff platonic pregnancy family stuff (like having a family with a certain character) hcs oneshots (on occasion) poly ship (e sample character x reader x character) hcs

Won’t do: Pr0ship content (which includes incest minor x adult yandere and toxic relationships) birth and nsfw/smut

Fandoms I will write for: bsd tadc hazbin hotel (within reason) sally face obey me lackadaisy and cookie run kingdom

Characters I will write for

Btw the ones in the bold text are probably the ones I’m gonna write for the most

Bsd: dazai chuuya kajii atsushi akutagawa kunikida poe ranpo and fukuzawa (I really need to catch up on bsd lore so that’s why I didn’t include some characters) lovecraft john mark

Cookie run kingdom: licorice cookie cream unicorn cookie choco werehound brute/schwarzwalder clover cookie pitaya dragon cookie red velvet cookie black lemonade cookie pure vanilla cookie black lemonade cookie clover cookie capsaicin cookie and most of the other cookies

Tadc: jax ragatha caine kinger and gangle

Sally face: sal fisher

Hazbin hotel: adam vox zestial sir pentious and lucifer

Obey me: lucifer leviathan beelzebub asmodeus belphegor mammon and diavolo

Lackadaisy: mordecai nicodeme (also I legit can’t do his accent so sorry y’all) freckle rocky zib and wick

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I just started watching black clover after I read some of your works. My husbando is Asta, who's your favourite husbando?😘

There are so many characters in Black Clover that I would marry without a second thought that this is kind of hard to pin down to just one…

I have a very big soft spot for Julius though so I’ll settle for him for now.

[miyasi]

𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ miya ! they/them

K-Pop

Seventeen, NCT Dream/WayV, Le Sserafim, Twice, TXT, Stray Kids, Aespa, Enha, ZB1, Riize(OT7 4EVER!)

Anime/Games

Haikyuu, BSD, Blue Period, Black Clover(some characters) and Genshin

When asking for ideas with a character/person, Please specify female, male or GN reader(also sub and dom). Pick scrabble or long fic because I will choose for you if you don’t!

Things I will write:

- Male Reader

- Female Reader

- GN Reader

- NSFW

- SFW

- Dom Reader

- Most Kinks

- Sub Reader ( I might not write ur req )

- Omegaverse

- Yandere (to an extent)

- Scrabbles

- Long Fics

- Soft/Hard Hours

- Smau

- ____ x Reader

- Character x Character (sometimes)

Things I will not write:

- Scat

- Piss

- Murder (in a relationship)

- R4pe (cnc is fine)

I will add more later on!