#yandere chronicles

[maehemthemisfit]

You mentioned that the Haitanis push their luck when it comes to talking about whatever between KM reader and Sanzu right (with Kakucho trying to shush them).

I can't stop imagining Ran giving Sanzu the bombastic side eye whenever Sanzu acts soft for you. Like the Haitanis judge him so much, like what makes Sanzu think that someone like him can get someone as good as you? ☂️

BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

CRIMINAL OFFENSIVE SIDE EYE-

IM ROLLING THIS IS TOO FUNNY

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[twiceasfrustrating]

A Difference of Opinion 2

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Main Character/Reader, Barbatos, Diavolo

Additional Tags: Yandere, Conniving, formally sick burns all around, antagonistic tension, non-consensual kissing

Summary: The only thing that matters to you is that Diavolo thinks of you as an equal. You may not entirely understand the politics of the Devildom, but you know you would be good for him and his ideals if given the chance. Diavolo’s attendant, however, silently disagrees and always finds a way to let Diavolo know.

A/N: One of the enablers won. They basically poked me until this came out. Only a year and a half later.

Word Count: 3919

Prev

Diavolo invited you to tea. Just you! Not Lucifer or Solomon or Simeon. Only you! He wanted you enough to ask to see you alone. You were positively delighted as you knocked at the front door of the palace, waiting to be let in. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the pleasure of being greeted by Diavolo as you had wished.

Instead, Barbatos glared at you for only a split moment as he opened the door, eyes burrowing so deep that it seemed he was trying to pierce straight through your eyes and into your brain. Just as quickly, as if he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to greet visitors in his master's stead, he corrected his expression to a painfully formal one. Disappointing. You were hoping to watch him lose his composure a little longer so you could mock his unprofessionalism.

"Welcome," he said with barely restrained contempt. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" The unstated wish for you to remove yourself from the premises hung heavy in the air.

Unfortunately for him, you didn't care what he wanted. "Diavolo invited me. Didn't he tell you?"

"Ah, yes," he smirked, "he did tell me to expect a guest, but from the way he spoke I thought it would be someone important. That was my mistake."

Oh how you wanted to ring his neck. "Are you claiming that Diavolo's precious exchange program isn't important? He would be so heartbroken to hear that."

"Please refrain from spreading falsehoods like that. Such baseless rumors would be the true detriment to his morale." He opened the door wide, motioning for you to step forward. "Lord Diavolo is in the drawing room. You may see yourself there."

“Oh? You won’t see me there? And here I thought you prided yourself on being Diavolo's loyal dog – I mean, his beloved butler.”

“Please,” he tried and failed to hide the annoyance in his voice, “we both know I have better things to do with my time than walk you down the hall like an infant. But if that’s what you wish, I would not deny any guest of the Young Master’s hospitality. I would hate to think that even the most unworthy failed to see the extent of his generosity.”

“No thank you,” you said as you stepped inside to let him close the door at last. “I think I’ll be able to find my way there without the assistance of a nanny.”

“That is wonderful to hear, because we do not have one.” He bowed to you, but it was clearly in jest; not low enough to show respect, his head still turned up so his eyes stayed locked with yours, and he was too quick to stand back up and walk away before you could take your first steps.

It must have been destroying him inside to know Diavolo cared about you enough to invite only you to a private tea with him. The poor butler probably had to realize by now that he would never be able to compete with you, the personification of all of Diavolo's ideals. 

It was fun to watch him try though.

You knew the royal palace more intimately than the back of your own hand at this point. Every turn and corridor held a story you could recount with exceptional detail and elegance. That painting on the wall was the one you first asked Diavolo about when you couldn't think how to start a conversation. That wooden podium was the same one you'd stubbed your toe on and Diavolo had worried about you so much that he carried you to your destination. Around that corner was the room where you'd listened to him quietly humming to himself from just outside the door before Barbatos had found you and ruined your private moment of peace. Further down the corridor was where Barbatos had unceremoniously dragged Diavolo after you'd attempted to rescue him from the endless pile of paperwork and forms that kept him away from you. 

The drawing room wasn’t far into the palace, but each step reminded you of another precious memory you secretly shared with Diavolo inside of your heart. Everything he did was simply too wonderful to neglect or forget. Soon, you wondered if your heart may just explode from trying to keep them all contained, and, if it did, would Diavolo help you pick up the pieces? You would die of embarrassment if he saw everything inside of you displayed and laid out so shamelessly, so vulgarly.

The thought made your face run hot and you had to take a moment to temper yourself as you finally reached the entrance to the drawing room. In front of Diavolo, you would do him no less than proud. You would be his perfect human through and through because that was what he deserved.

Taking one final breath to calm your frayed nerves, you finally opened the massive, ornate doors in front of you.

And nearly burst a blood vessel as you saw that Barbatos had beat you back to Diavolo’s side.

Despite the unwelcome sight, you kept your face cheerful by focusing on the sight of Diavolo already seated and wafting the aroma of his tea upward to enjoy the fragrant scent that flooded the room.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said as you let the doors close behind you and walked toward him.

His face lit up even brighter than before as you walked closer. “No. You’re never late!”

“Actually, My Lord,” Barbatos interrupted, “they were supposed to be here nearly two minutes ago.”

Pedantic as always.

“What’s two minutes between friends?”

Bless Diavolo’s pure heart.

You took your seat at the table and smiled pleasantly at Barbatos as you dared him to pour you a cup of tea, as was expected. He did so with a polite smile expression on his face, but notably overfilled your cup so that it would spill slightly over the rim if you did not pick it up carefully.

For a moment, you genuinely considered letting the tea overflow onto your hand so Diavolo would fret over you, but that would also allow Barbatos the opportunity to critique your manners. It was better to behave immaculately in front of Diavolo.

You picked up your tea cup with a condescending smirk as subtle frustration crossed Barbatos face at your steady hand keeping the cup level.

“What were you two talking about?” you asked, knowing that they had been speaking of something or other before you opened the doors to the drawing room.

"Oh! Don't worry about it." Diavolo lifted his tea to his lips, seeming to avoid having to speak further about it.

"Do not be so humble, My Lord," Barbatos cut in. "You've managed to finally convince one of the oldest noble families in the Devildom to hear out your vision for the future. Such things should be applauded. Your goal is closer than ever before."

"You flatter me," Diavolo chuckled as he set down his cup. "But I am glad."

You set down your tea, using your pinky to cushion the bottom of the cup so it didn’t clink against the wooden table as you had been begrudgingly instructed some time ago by Lucifer and Barbatos when they were teaching you the basics of high class manners. Thank goodness they had too, otherwise you may have slammed the porcelain cup against the table and shattered it in the process. 

"I'm sorry," you said with a smile to try and appear more affable. "I don't think I quite understand the good news."

After all, the only thing you heard was that some haughty demon too big for their breeches had made a move on your prince.

"Oh!" Diavolo's face practically glowed as he began to speak. "The House of Lords and I have never quite seen," he paused, searching for the right words, "eye-to-eye on our relationship to the Human and Celestial Realms. They've had issues with my plan from the very beginning and having that kind of strife between me and them has been… difficult.

"But," he beamed, "the House of Abaddon has finally agreed to meet with me to discuss our future diplomacy with them."

"Having their support is a great boon, since they are one of the oldest noble families." Barbatos did not smirk outwardly, but you could hear it in his voice as he silently berated you for your lack of Devildom political structures. "They command a great deal of respect and power among the others."

You shot Barbatos a brief glare that seemed to leave him entirely unaffected.

What was more pressing now was recalling which demons belonged to the House of Abaddon. Considering they were a noble family, that meant they were most assuredly invited to Diavolo's balls and soirees, which meant you had surely seen them at some point since you often attended those same parties as the symbol of Diavolo's precious ideal future. The issue was that the demons from the House of Abaddon weren't coming to mind. Neither their demonic faces nor their human facades came to mind.

Who could they be?

"Young Master," Barbatos intruded in the conversation yet again, "I believe you have forgotten that they are from the human realm. They are not familiar with the noble families or their members."

Diavolo looked shocked for a moment before laughing boyishly and blushing so brilliantly that it made your heart skip a beat. "You're right, Barbatos. I should explain, shouldn't I?"

Oh, Barbatos was a sly fox.

He hadn't pointed out your confusion out of a sense of altruism. He had done it to highlight your ignorance. The divide between you as a human and Diavolo as the future king of the Devildom was now made apparent and seeing you as anything other than an outsider in this situation was now impossible. There was now a fissure between where you and Diavolo stood.

A fissure that only grew wider as Diavolo began to speak.

"The new head of the House of Abaddon took over only a few years ago. He's been stabilizing the family since the last head died unexpectedly." No doubt due to outside influences. "I believe you met him once before. His name is Apollyon."

That name sent an icy cold trickle down your spine because you had indeed met Apollyon. He was a handsome demon with thrice spiraled, corkscrew horns and black-scaled wings that he often kept folded back. He also had an eye that somehow reminded you of that brief moment of panic you had when you found yourself falling up the stairs after missing a step. 

"Now that you say the name, I do recall meeting him."

He was one of the leeches that had been clinging to Diavolo lately. Whenever he looked at you, his one good eye was always twinkling with contempt for your presence because you didn't pretend to be swept up in his false charisma. Unlike Diavolo who was so easily taken with even the lowest of scum if they smiled at him and showed even the most vague of interests in his ideals. Despite his ability to tell when someone was lying, Diavolo seemed to overlook all fibs and falsehoods when it came to advancing his planned future.

"I wasn't aware that he was a friend of yours."

"Well," he held the word for a beat too long, "we've known each other for a long time."

Ah! So not a friend. He would be more appropriately described as a potential business colleague. Somehow, that was more frustrating. In order to turn Diavolo’s attention away from a demon that promised to advance his grand plans, you would have to break his innocent heart. Doing something to harm Diavolo like that was outside of your comfort zone. You would have to get creative with sabotaging his efforts.

Every plan you could think of ended poorly though. Either you failed to convince Diavolo, or he overlooked Apollyon’s antics for the sake of furthering his goals, or you ruined your own relationship with him. When you were up against Diavolo’s ultimate plan, you would never succeed. It was that drive that made you love Diavolo, but it also frustrated you to no end.

You set your cup back onto the table and stood from your seat.

“I apologize, but I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back soon.”

Diavolo’s eyes squinted for a moment before he opened and closed his mouth.

“I understand.”

You excused yourself, going into the hall and walking toward the bathroom so you have privacy to think through your next move, but failed to make it there. Instead, you broke down in the hallway out of frustration. Tears started to slowly run down your cheeks as you tried to formulate any kind of plan that would free him from whatever hold this lying demon had on him. No matter what you thought of, though, you couldn’t separate Diavolo from him so long as promised what Diavolo most wanted; the future. And if you tried to push the issue, you would be the one who was pushed away. Not gotten rid of, but you would damage your relationship beyond repair.

The tears only fell faster as you tried not to scream.

How could you show Diavolo that Apollyon was manipulating him just to say he had the future king as an ally?

You felt so lost and hopeless as you stood there.

That was until a voice like nails scraping against your eardrums broke you out of your planning.

“You seem to forget that lying to the Young Master is not an option.”

You knew that voice. Of everyone that had to see you like this, it just had to be him. He was probably loving the sight of you broken down so hopelessly, wiping fat streams of tears out of your eyes with the palms of your hands. 

Well screw him!

"Are you already letting your terrible butler facade slip? It's rude to stand around and watch someone cry."

"Do not flatter yourself in thinking I care about what state you happen to presently be in." Barbatos reached into his pocket for a black handkerchief which he held out to you with only two fingers. "Lord Diavolo is kind enough to worry about his guests, but often needs a reminder that he does not have time to waste on their emotional outbursts. Clean yourself up and return to him at once so you stop causing him distress.”

You sneered at him, no longer attempting to play at being civil with him. "They're using him. You see that, don't you? How can you pretend it's not obvious?"

These demons didn't respect Diavolo. Every single one of them saw him as nothing more than a naive pawn in their political games; a piece they called king but that they all danced around as they took the entire board for themselves. He was too kind to see how thoroughly they were trying to use him.

"Unlike you," he spit the word out with so much bile that you thought it would erode the very air around him as he folded his handkerchief up again and returned it to its proper place, "I have faith in my lord. If he believes the next step to achieving his vision is to align himself with the nobility, then I will support him."

"Then you'd watch him be torn apart by wolves hungry to take whatever bits of his flesh they can in their pursuit of power."

"I understand that it's not my place to question his choices."

"Oh right," you laughed dryly. "I almost forgot that Diavolo sees you as nothing more than a serv-"

You couldn't finish the statement as your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. Barbatos had your wrists pinned above your head, gripping them tight enough to bruise. His eyes flickered and glowed an eerie, iridescent green as he glared down at you. His gaze danced with loathing and spite at your mere existence. His horns were already protruding from his head, proving that he had lost his calm.

"With all due respect," meaning none, "Shut. Your. Mouth." He accentuated each word, practically spitting in your face, and fangs gleaming in the light as he opened his mouth.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your throat went dry. For once, he actually looked like the demon he was rather than the butler he played at. Still, you refused to show him even the slightest ounce of fear.

"What? Are you going to finally tear my throat out? Poor Diavolo, having his exchange program ruined by someone he trusts. I suppose it's fitting since every other demon around him is a liar too."

"I would never dare to ruin Lord Diavolo's precious program, especially when he's making such great progress." He lowered his head, stopping when his face was only a hair's breadth from yours. "You, however, could stand to improve your manners."

"You mean like this? Get be-"

Again, he quickly silenced you. This time though it was by pressing his mouth against yours, teeth clashing together as he swallowed down your shock. His tongue slipped by the flurry of gnashing teeth as he silently tried to establish his dominance in this exchange, so you bit down with all of your might to punish him for thinking so little of you.

He pulled away not because it hurt but because he refused to let you get away with that. His own fangs harshly teased at your bottom lip, sinking in until you felt them break the skin and the faint taste of iron filled your mouth.

"You-"

No other words managed to leave your mouth as he grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing until your mouth was forced open so he could shove his tongue down your throat again. A deep growl that originated from his chest rumbled all the way through you as he licked the inside of your mouth and sucked at the blood running from the wound he'd given you.

When he finally pulled away, you turned your head to the side and spit out a glob of red just to get his saliva out of your mouth. 

"Disgusting." It was the only word to describe him and what he'd just done.

"Spitting is an awful, dirty habit," he chastised with harsh, hazy eyes glaring at you as if he hadn't just had his tongue and, therefore, spit in your mouth.

"Then you better clean it up, Mr. Belvedere."

Again, always mocking him for his role like a spoiled child. It was as if you seemed to assume so assuredly he could never break away from.

"Again, I ask that you kindly shut your mouth." This time, the words sounded sweet, but you could hear the poison dripping from them despite his best efforts.

More so than usual, however, you weren't in the mood to play around with him. Your lips curled up at one side and, with a devilish smirk, you asked, "What would Diavolo think if he knew you were harassing his exchange student?"

What was disquieting was the smile he gave in return. "He'd think you were so very weak and small and in need of protection. Someone that could never stand at his side."

You could feel the deep frown that carved itself across your face as he let you go and stepped back.

His usual distantly polite smile dawned his face yet again as his appearance reverted to his more human facade. "Do feel free to tell him everything that happened here. I will acknowledge my wrong doings against Lord Diavolo's precious, delicate exchange student without hesitation."

He really was infuriating. 

Without even sparing him a glance, you wiped the back of your arm against your mouth and stepped around him. As you walked and he followed at a respectable distance behind, you brushed away whatever frustrated tears were left and held your head high.

“Did you really have to resort to putting your revolting lips on me?” 

Barbatos walked calmly beside you, as if nothing had happened. “Did it upset you?”

“Immensely.”

“Then yes. It was a requirement. Plus, my hands were full.”

You scoffed. “You really should switch professions. There is nothing about you that seems pleased to serve others.”

“Others? No. Lord Diavolo? Most certainly.”

And someday, you would find a way to ruin their relationship as well. After all, the only person Diavolo needed was you. You could find a way to make his dreams come true without a single other person interfering. 

For now, however, you would have to tolerate his liar of a butler.

When the two of you reached the drawing room again, you had both reverted back to fake smiles and formal niceties. He even had the decency to pretend he was joyed to open the door for you and let you back inside.You had the common sense to thank him, despite wanting to spit at him, as you walked inside and returned to your seat with Diavolo.

He looked at you with a face full of concern. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I was overwhelmed by everything you were talking about,” a tactical half-truth so he hopefully wouldn’t see through you, “so I left to get a little space and calm myself down. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

You reached for your tea, finding it had cooled in the interim and smirking internally as you held it toward Barbatos.

“Sorry to bother, but it seems I need a new cup of tea.”

Barbatos smiled politely at you, but you could feel every ounce of anger pointed your way. He poured you a cup without complaint though, so you would forgive him this once. 

Now, it was time to establish your position in Diavolo’s life. Rather than focusing on ruining how he saw others, you realized that you had to strengthen your own. Or, better yet, you could accomplish both goals at once.

"Diavolo," you smiled as you picked up your fresh cup of tea, "would you mind if I joined your meeting with Apollyon?"

Both Diavolo and, more importantly, Barbatos looked at you in shock.

"Why would you want to do that?" Diavolo asked.

"When I took my time to process everything, I had a thought. I think it would be good for me to go as an exemplar of the merits of cultural exchange between the realms. It's easier to envision the future when you can see where it leads, after all."

Barbatos frowned, but Diavolo smiled so widely that you could see all of his teeth.

"That's an excellent idea! You should definitely come with me! It'll be exciting for you to see more of the Devildom!"

"I'm looking forward to it," you said as you placed the cup to your lips and took a sip. Now it was time to switch the conversation topic to something other than work and politics. “Oh, did you know that they opened a new charms and curses warehouse in the strip?”It was simple: if the divide between you and Diavolo was about being king of the demons and a random human, then you had to remind him that you weren't a regular human; you were the human he chose. As long as Diavolo never forgot that fact, you could keep the fissure named Barbatos from creating a rift that would tear you apart from your beloved prince.

[trashblog-things]

its always "toxic old man yaoi" and never "yandere armand"

[diz-eaze]

about cyberstalker scara what would he do if you have brothers that you’re really close to? i doubt he would enjoy you being in the presence of another man even if you are blood related

; yandere, he's messed up I wish I was kidding, he lost the plot I fear, modern au scara, vomit, vomit eating, not proofread.

Oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, oh! anon you should never've sent me this because this just unlocked a flood in my brain. short answer: yes. long answer: yessssss.

to preface, while scara is indeed a pathetic, scum of the earth who sniffs your laundry and licks your used dishes on a daily basis just to feel closer to you, at the end of the day, he still feels entitled to your love and abhors it should this love (platonic or otherwise) be directed on someone that isn't him. he's incredibly touch starved, so any crumbs he gets, he'll lap it up. every inch given, he'll take a mile. in the scara economy that exists inside of his head, all of your love and affection should be invested only on him and should any threat arrive, he must find ways and alternatives to eliminate said threat.

there's a 99.9% chance that he already knew of your entire ancestral bloodline dating back to the ancient times prior to becoming your roommate because he likes to scheme like that, so he was already aware of the existence of your brother(s) then. but that was then. your brothers were just on a screen, posing no threat for him at the time. the situation only dawns on him when he comes home from a lecture only to see you happily video calling your family, and surprise surprise! your brothers are front and center in the camera.

you notice that he's back in the dorm, and you turn around to greet him with a smile as you always have. and usually, he'd feel elated at the sight of your saccharine smile. and usually, he'd give a wave back before heading straight into the kitchen to ask what you wanted for a snack. you know, the daily domesticity that blankets his sacred roomie life with you.

it's supposed to be a sweet, sunny day. just like the day before. and the day before that. light filters through windows coming from the afternoon sun, and you're the picture perfect depiction of an angel sent to save him.

he should be happy.

but today, all he feels is a burning sensation stemming from his chest.

he feels the bile in his throat, threatening to break free and ruin the warm grey carpet on the floor. he's biting his lip so hard and he makes up an excuse in between gritted teeth about needing to go to the bathroom. you stare at him in worry as he rushes off, obliviously thinking that he's caught up in a fever.

he throws everything up on the sink the moment he managed to lock the bathroom door. he throws up the breakfast you painstakingly made for him earlier that morning; tamagoyaki, warm rice, nori seaweed, and miso soup.

scaramouche doesn't care. he doesn't fucking care. he genuinely does not care that those are your brothers. just stop fucking looking and talking to them before he does something you'll regret.

i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care

it takes him 30 minutes before he manages to recollect himself.

he looks at his reflection in the mirror and notes the messy hair attained from his vigorous motions. his dainty fingers arrange it to appear proper -normal, like he wasn't close to clawing his eyes out just mere moments ago. he can't have you thinking anything that might ruin the image he built in your eyes.

he glances down at the sink as he's getting ready to leave. he sees some solid food that didn't fall down the drain. and because he loves you so much, and how you spent all that time preparing breakfast for him, it'd be such a crime on your name if he just wasted food made by you, right?

so, don't blame him when he scoops up whatever he could salvage from his vomit before proceeding to consume it once more. to return it back to his digestive system. he just loves you much. he loves you, truly.

and please, forgive him for wasting your food by vomiting it out. it won't happen again, he promises.

just... stop paying attention to your brothers, that's all.

[ad-hawkeye]

every time someone insists alkaid is a yandere an angel loses its wings

edit to this post because i wrote that essay i mentioned in the tags.

it gets me so pressed because alkaid's whole deal is that he ISN'T some generic yandere. he doesn't want control over mc and he doesn't take pleasure from her losing all agency. alkaid's flaws tend to originate from anxiety and a sincere desire to protect. but one of alkaid's most notable traits is an emphasized importance of one's own freedom. his desire to protect and his desire to ensure mc's freedom conflict - but his respect for her own agency and freedom will always outweigh his desire to protect, even if he doesn't realize it.

alkaid (all of them, deep down imo) would rather rob himself of his own freedom if it ensures mc gets to live with no chains. that's the whole POINT. any story beat where an alkaid tries to control her has some sort of context or nuance where it shows this ISN'T what he wants, and that he's miserable. because that's the POINT. this ISN'T who he is.

godheim!alkaid chains himself to his own sins to ensure mc flies free from her cage. eden!alkaid breaks free of prefect luminary's control because of how wrong it feels to control mc. spirit world!alkaid willingly ends his own life and his own spirit to ensure mc lives. puppet!alkaid turns himself into a puppet locked in a house simply to stay immortal with her and despite being terrified of her leaving him, he wants her to leave and be free regardless.

modern!alkaid is literally horrified of the bad future he sees where he is lying to mc. awakening!alkaid willingly weighs himself down with his own sins to ensure that burden is taken off mc. and even then, modern!alkaid is horrified by his dishonesty and inability to take mc's opinions into consideration.

And Yes, This Whole Topic Includes Prefect Luminary.

pl has had empire dogma beaten into him since he was a child. control is key. but deep down, this ISN'T what pl wants. pl's whole deal is literally how his environment (or his "nurture") is completely at odds with his own nature as an alkaid.

"alkaid is a yandere" can we PLEASE have nuance. alkaid's plots tend to discuss where to draw the line between protection and freedom, and how whenever he toes the line too far into protection, and into control, he's fucking miserable and always learns to regret it. that is the POOOINT.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

yansil real in all universes/j

For context, I’ve been memeing about yandere Silver for the last few months (because Silver lookalikes keep cropping up in other mobile games I play).

BUT THIS CERTAINLY ISN’T HELPING 💀

If you don’t play Lovebrush Chronicles, there’s a Date mechanic where you can select one of the five guys. You can skip around to different locations (there will be a different character at each location) and you take your time deciding who you want to spend the day with and throw gifts at each daily reset.

Once you reach affection level 9 with a character, there’s a chance that they will choose to show up to the player’s house. This essentially LOCKS YOU IN with the guy; you will not be granted the option to pick someone else for that day’s Date. YOu’RE STUcK WITH hIM 😭 AND THIS HAS TRAppED ME FOR LIKE A WEEK NOW

Edit: Turns out that you can actually change the character after all 👁️👄👁️ The YanSil narrative is still kinda funny to me though/j

[celestiamour]

Dont know if requests are open but can u do an Edmund one where its 'touch her and ill kill you' trope except he actually kills the person?

Thank you for reading <3

ft. edmund pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ “touch her, and i’ll kill you”┊0.7k words (part one)

contains: obsessive possessive behaviors (yandere) & murder!! literal backstabbing, pov of the dude edmund is jealous of, typed this on my phone

➤ author's note: edmund is probably ooc in this idk you’re not yourself when obsessed

it’s a threat thomas regrets to say he didn’t take seriously. sure, he was told this young man was a king of old and was to be treated with the utmost respect, but he seemed to be so boyish and immature at times with his infatuation toward the real royal’s dearest sister by bond. you seemed to be at your wit's end with him, but the other men chalked it up to young love as most of them were a bit older, and caspian himself was too busy to notice the extent of his obsession.

so that’s why he tried streaming you away two or three times under the guise of something needing your attention, which you gleefully rushed toward to escape your one-sided lover. you didn’t actually seem to know who he was or remember him as a savior—just another face in the crowd of dozens whom you were gladly willing to use as an excuse to leave—but he was glad to be that person even if he wasn’t recognized.  

edmund, on the other hand, seemed to be seething with rage each time, to the point where he cornered thomas in the bunks, pushing the length of his arm against his chest, simply saying, “if you go near her again, i’ll kill you” before pushing him to the ground and leaving. it didn’t take a genius to figure out who this “her” was when he had yet to properly meet the young queen named lucy, who, by the way, seemed to be the only voice of reason in his twisted mind that was dead-set on making you his, and yet it still wasn’t enough. really, how could he when he didn’t even listen to your protests and was under the delusion that meeting you again on this ship was fate?  

wasn’t his title “king edmund the just?” shouldn’t he be fair in judgment and unbiased toward his own opinions? they say love drives one mad, but really, to the point where you go against your namesake given by a talking lion deity?  

because of this reasoning, he didn’t listen to his threat and proceeded to sit next to you during dinner. he wasn’t flat out in love with you, but he would be lying if he said being around you didn’t make him feel some type of way— but it might just be because of the lack of women on the ship. you were already immersed in conversation with your brother about what’s next on your voyage, but when caspian smiled and welcomed his company, you did so as well. you found him to be rather funny actually, even jokingly slapping his arm and covering your face at one point as the entire table laughed heartily. you didn’t think of it as anything, just a little gesture between friends, but edmund certainly didn’t agree with that and the way he gripped the knife as he stabbed into the loaf of bread sent chills down thomas’s spine.

the last mistake he made was ignoring his gut feeling that danger was approaching when he was all alone smoking a cigar on the bow of the ship at midnight, convincing himself it was merely the wind and the eeriness was from the vast unknown waters below where he stood when in actuality it was the impending doom of his eventual death by murder.

he was so lost in his own thoughts, missing his family and the ground being still rather than ceaselessly sailing twenty-four-seven, until he gasped at the sharp sensation blooming in his upper back followed by the warmth of fresh blood soaking into his attire. he didn’t even have the time to react or to turn around to determine the identity of his assailant before he was pushed overboard, not that needed too because he knew exactly who it was, his mind hazily wondered how the young king could have done all that in less than a minute to take the edge of the saltwater stinging his open wound and entering his lungs as he steadily drowned a painful death.

edmund lazily tossed the knife overboard as well, turning on and pointing his flashlight to scour the area for any evidence, very pleased to see it was a clean job for his first time. 

it gave him the confidence to do it again if he had to.

[kanzuus]

Joining to this trend

[frickingnerd]

yandere lora

pairing: lora x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, soft yandere, cuddling, slowburn romance, lora wants to have a family with reader, happy ending

lora is such a soft yandere!

she grew up without her parents, practically raised by her own blade, so she always craved to love someone unconditionally and start her own family one day

when lora meets you, there's an immediate attraction, but she takes her time to get to know you, to find out if you are the one for her!

lora isn't the type to quickly obsess over someone she just met. she needs to really get to know you to truly love you

but once she's in love with you, she knows you are the one! you are the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with!

lora manages to win you over with her honesty and her gentleness. she doesn't need to kill her rivals or talk badly about others, like some yanderes do!

lora is convinced that you can learn to love her, just as she learned to love you! and as it turns out, she isn't wrong!

it might not happen in just a day, a week or even a month, but as time passes, you fall in love with lora too. or maybe you've loved her all along and only now dared to admit those feelings to yourself

once lora and you finally start dating, she'll spoil you with affection! she always has her hands on you, gently holding your hand, resting her hand on your back or even having an arm wrapped around you

cuddling is part of your daily routine when you date lora! she'll rest your head in her lap and play with your hair, as she reminds you how much she loves and adores you

and more than often, she'll bring up her desire to start a family with you during those cuddling sessions!

lora wants to have a big and happy family as soon as possible! but if you need more time, then she'll wait. just having you by her side and waking up next to you each day is already enough to make her happy!

[maehemthemisfit]

Imagine you hearing Koko's name from Mikey's office when you came back from an assignment, and you overheard Sanzu saying that they should warn Koko about getting too close to you. You don't want Koko getting hurt, so you texted Koko before knocking on the door. The whole day you're the clinging to them, intending to distract them so that they wouldn't go for Koko.

A/N: There was so many ideas I had for this but it was too much to impact so I simplified some things (shocked i wrote more for sanzu this time, ehh he's growing on me 😌). Loved this idea btw, it was really fun to think about.

Man you just know how to make them both fold. I can already imagine you pretending to be on your best behavior.

MIKEY? Distract him with taiyaki and play with his hair. He loves when your fingers run through his blond tresses, commenting on how long it's grown and cooing about how pretty and soft it is and if you could style it for fun.

Of course he lets you, who is he to deny a request from you?

You're always doting on him and he melts whenever you cup his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks and enveloping him in your warmth. And if you're feeling particularly generous, a forehead kiss won't hurt would it?

He'll instantly forget what was on his mind.

Oh but then there's SANZU. He's on his way to look for Koko?

Not on your watch.

You really don't wanna feed into his delusions, especially since you'll never hear the end of it but...

You'll surprise him by hugging him from behind.

At first he'll almost body slammed you, thinking he was being ambushed by ran or something, but then he hears his name roll off your tongue so sweetly he thinks he's dreaming as you nuzzle your head into his back

His stomach does somersaults at the feeling, but he HAS to see you just to make sure that his ears aren't deceiving him.

You're turned around before you could even blink and you nearly flinch from how tight he's holding onto you.

There's confusion behind his eyes but he smiles nonetheless, still dopey about the hug you gave him.

He'll call your name softly, asking if you needed anything.

You already have him in a chokehold, He's ready to drop everything and do anything for you. You are his queen after all- maybe not officially by any means- but in his mind you are.

You really, really don't wanna do this but... for Koko you remind yourself

Your arms wrap around his neck, embracing him once again as you softly whisper.

"Cuddles?"

Sanzu.exe has stopped working.

You've cuddled before (not willingly) but this time is different because you INITIATED it. He's definitely gushing about this to Mikey afterwards, but right now his head is empty, nothing but cuddling you on his mind.

And don't even think about walking.

He's already lifting you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist and whisking you away.

Man... Koko owes you big time.

꒰⚘݄꒱₊YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ - im open to brainrots so feel free to send in an ask <3

[fourth-wall-askblog]

Welcome To The Fourth Wall Ask Blog!

This is a very weird multi-fandom ask blog that I honestly just made for fun.

Feel free to ask anything! Just remember to be respectful and don't spam!

Also not all characters were taken from the most-recent part of their series or post-canon, so here's all of the time-placing: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DJSlPb4bPWxofPGGSEaKf8OKat5sbKJA7Wj2TPeebZc/edit?usp=sharing

(Also also yes, I know that I rushed the colors and backgrounds; I worked on the sketches for a month and was very tired, then did the colors in three days and forgot the shading)

(And yes, I did mess up Saiki's square and said "Dangerous Life" instead of "Disaterous Life")

[marveloustimestwo]

Hi Robin! Congratulations on your milestone!!

Can I ask for the star, strenght, temperance and the sun with Caspian and Eddie/Venom?

The Star - How would this yandere deal with their darling's loved ones?

Caspian's the picture-perfect partner to bring home to your family or introduce to your friends. Even if they don't know anything about Narnia, his background as a Prince/King allows him to come off as someone worthy of you. He's very friendly, both with you and your loved ones, has great manners, is intelligent, and overall just treats you right. The most that they can honestly complain about is how he seems to be a bit clueless about certain things, which you know can be attributed to the fact that he's still relatively new to the modern world. He'll get there eventually though.

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

He can honestly come off as pretty normal. Caspian loves you deeply and is obsessed with everything you do, but he's definitely not as intense or creepy about it as other yanderes could be. He tries very hard to respect your boundaries, court you properly, and get into a relationship with you naturally. Most everybody can see the way he looks at you, though, and it's very easy to tell he's desperately in love with you. Caspian's not afraid to admit it, either. All you have to do is ask him and he'll tell you as such. He'll say it a thousand times over and is more than happy to include physical affection and gifts to that. There is no shortage of ways he shows his love for you

The Sun - When would this yandere feel content with their situation?

Caspian doesn't have high standards. All it really takes for him to feel perfectly content is for you to love him back. It's the only thing he really wants, and anything else is just a bonus. If he were to ask for anything else, it would be to live out the rest of your days as the rulers of Narnia. He fought to be here, just like he fought for you. To have both of those things now is something he wouldn't change for anything.

The Star - How would this yandere deal with their darling's loved ones?

It would really depend on how your loved ones react to them. These two are, for lack of a better word, weird. Very, very weird. Anyone who looks too close at Eddie would say that. He talks to himself a lot, his eating habits are atrocious, and sometimes you might see what looks like really thick grease covering different parts of his body.

While Eddie is fronting most if not all of the time around your loved ones, there can easily be a time when they could disapprove of them as your partner because of how they act. If at any point your loved ones tell you to break up with Eddie and Venom or try to separate you, Venom's instant solution is to just kill them. They have no regard for anybody other than you, Eddie, and Mrs. Chen. They'll act nice to your family if they act nice, but anything less has Venom itching to cut them off.

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

Pretty passionate. Venom doesn't really understand human customs or standards and they absolutely do not care what other people think, and that heavily influences Eddie. They do care about what you think, however. There are some points when Venom gets really embarrassed, mostly because they didn't really intend to love a human so much. Both Venom and Eddie have no issue saying how much they love you, what they would do for you, and showing you physical affection. Eddie especially gets rather soft around you. Loves to cuddle and cook for you. If you point any of it out or make fun of them for it, though, Venom will get crabby and pout until you apologize for it.

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling?

The big reason either of them became a yandere is because of how they feed off of each other's emotions. Eddie either had a crush on you before or started developing one while with Venom, and Venom then started to twist those emotions into something a lot bigger and a lot darker. Venom doesn't have small feelings, they don't do crushes. When they want you, they want you, and that will fully lead into their obsession with you.

The Sun - When would this yandere feel content with their situation?

They are both content when they have your full, undivided love. At the very least, they'll begin to feel content when they have you within arms reach, but neither of them will be fully happy until you love them back. Your love heals a lonely part of Eddie, and Venom is an attention whore. They thrive off of both physical and verbal affection; any less has them whining and snapping for it.

[explorevenus]

Yan!Leon knocked me up, and for the baby he bought a bunck of djungelskog bears, and said it was because ''i want our baby to grow up sorrounded by stupid lookin bears'' AND THEY DO BE STUPID

NO WAY STOP I LOVE THIS

DJUNGELSKOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐮𝐬

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Don’t mind me, just trying to get these fishy men done. Admittedly a lil’ short, but they are not meant to be full story’s. Snippets if you will.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Yandere Themes, Light SMUT/NSFW, Tentacles.

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°| |°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧} • {𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐮𝐬} • {𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐥 & 𝐙𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐫}

“Blasius?” His little mate calls for him in their shared nest, a low rumble coming out of his chest signifying that he was in the cave. His body shifting in the water pool so he can look at his little mate better. His eyes roaming over her soft curves. “I have decided something.”

Blasius tilts his head at this; pondering her decision that she could have made within her time out of his sight. Watching how she looks away from him, seemingly embarrassed of what she has planned in that sweet head of hers, or maybe she’s nervous? Maybe she has planned something that she shouldn’t?

He rises out of the water at his own thoughts, casting a shadow over his little mate as he looks down at her with unreadable eyes. Her form slightly shrinking away from him, but doesn’t move from her place. Wanting to say whatever she needs to say.

He gestures for her to continue her thoughts to him with his hand, his tentacles twitching in anticipation. His eyes carefully watching every muscle in her body for any ounce of negative actions, but she fumbles with her words before gesturing for him to lean down to her level, and with some thought, he does lean down with a huff. His face getting close to hers.

He rumbles quietly as she continues to fumble, stoping her for a split second before she huffs and takes the sides of his face and brings him in close. Her lips desperately taking his own, and it surprises him. He didn’t think this is what she was going for. He thought that she was going to asking him for more time to spend up on the land of soil. To leave him, but her actions say the opposite.

“Blasius.” She says his name again, confusing him a little as she switches to kiss his jawline and down his neck to gently nuzzle there. “I-I think I’m ready.”

Greatly confused, the rotten monster coos questionably at his little mate. Not understanding anything she did within the last few moments. He thought she was going to try and decrease her limitations of going above water. That she would announce that she never loved him.

“I was watching some of the nurglings and played with them. Their cute little forms wiggling in my arms.” His little mate continues, wrapping her arms around his neck while he wraps his own underneath her thighs. Leaning up from the ground with her in tow. “I have decided something that may not be possible, but there can be different ways I can achieve it.”

He shivers as his little mate leans back a little in his arms to gently trace her fingers underneath his gray underbelly scales. Her lips kissing each and individual one attentively. Just what was his little mate up to?

“God, Blasius. I want a child.” She groans, pulling back from his scales to look up at him. Her fingers slipping from his scales to her stomach. “Please? I want a baby with you.”

Blasius blinks, barely just barely registering the information. Then, he purrs, immediately leaning down to catch his little mates lips on his once more.

So, that is what she was nervous about? To tell him that she wanted a child with him? To have their own brood? Nurgle, how he wished for her to say those words to him, and now she has. A needy whine escaping his little mate.

“I take that as you are definitely not apposed to it?” She asks, leaning back from him for air. A affirmative coo leaving him as he watches her drag her hand down her clothed stomach. Her aroused scent wrapping around him as she worked herself up with the thought of him.

Gently taking her hand that almost slides underneath the waist line of her pants. She whines up at him again, his mouth coming forward to silence her needy cry’s.

Nurgle, his little mate shouldn’t have to beg him to fill her up. To cry to him in unrequited desire, it’s what he wants also. To give her what she wants as many times as she wants.

“Blas’ lemme just—” His little mate tries to make a move to remove her clothing from her body, but he doesn’t thinks it’s needed. His tentacle capturing her other hand in it. It is far too late for simple clothes to be shimmed off her body. He wants to do the work for her, rip it offer her body and listen to how fast her heart would beat for him. To let him mate with her as many times as she wills.

“Blas’ please.” She begs; whines. Arching in his hold for any type of friction. Blasius briefly wonders just how worked up he could get her before the thought of breeding her endlessly sounded like a way better thought to do.

Taking her wrists and ankles by his tentacles. He gently opens her legs up for him, more tentacles wrapping around her clothes thighs as he takes in the sight of her so vulnerable and open, just for him. It makes his cock twitch and harden from his slit.

His little mate whines at him again, looking up at him, pleading him with her eyes as he coos gently down at her. Giving sweet kisses to her cheek and neck.

Don’t beg at him little mate, you don’t have to beg him. He’ll provide you of what you desire from him, and don’t worry. He’ll make your needs possible. The Grandfather gifts him with many great things.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

yansil converging

Don’t underestimate yourself, there’s actually already three of you, YanSil/j 😭

Which makes this a follow-up/spiritual successor to this post, I guess? (Here, have another meme of it:)