#yandere crowley and gn!prefect

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

Pairing: Dire Crowley and GN!Prefect/ Yuu/ MC

Genre: Yandere (platonic)

TW: Yandere Dire Crowley, crow man's delusional and literally does not give two fucks, just generally creepy vibes all around.

AN: I am so, so, so sorry for what you are about to read now lol. If you get too confused in the middle, don't worry, I was just as confused writing this but my brain just wouldn't rest until I finished and posted this so here we are. The basic summary of this is that Yuu or the Prefect is trapped in an endless cycle because Crowley overblotted. You might have to read this twice or thrice to understand the how and why <3

He knows.

From the moment he sees them, he remembers.

He remembers and he watches as they do it again.

And again.

And again.

A puppet, unaware of their being handled by someone else, someone kinder and gentler who just wants to keep them safe and sound.

Even if it means trapping them in an endless cycle.

Even if he is the only one who sees and notices and remembers.

Dire Crowley cuts an imposing figure as he stands in his office, facing an ornate mirror. Not the Dark Mirror, no. This particular mirror has its roots in mystical arcane magic, from the times of Jupiter and when the Titans roamed free. Dire has a faint memory of his mother, the Crowley Matriarch, telling him to be careful with it, to pass it down to his heir as she had, to him.

Crystal clear, it beckons to him to reveal himself. To bare himself, imperfections and flaws laid out in the privacy of his office for it to see.

A selfish, sadistic desire to pick apart every carefully constructed lie, each bejeweled facade to show the utter mess of a man that lies beneath it all arises in him; he finds himself indulging in it more often than he likes to admit.

The masked man removes his mask for what is not the first time, and most certainly would not be the last. Sharp golden eyes look on as black ink, once held within the confines of his mask, drips down his face. Times like these make him wonder and marvel at how he has not met his demise yet.

Fingers adorned with golden claws rise and touch the blot, marveling at how cold it feels as it stains his skin. Lesser mages would have been dead long ago, Crowley knows this. Slight dread rises in him at the thought, knowing that his magic reserves are long finished; he lives on borrowed time and magic.

But then again, who cares? As long as he can have them here, where they belong, safe and sound-

A knock resonates through the room, startling the headmage. He quickly puts the mask on his face again and clears his throat, saying, "Come in."

He watches as they walk in, no doubt to complain about something, or to talk about their financial situation. Perhaps he should increase their allowance? After all, it is their being, their magic that sustains him, and allows him to live through these lifetimes watching over the unassuming, now magicless human he had imprinted on and the students they had endeared themself to.

Crowley watches as they speak, unable to stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He hems and haws and lies through his teeth about not being able to find them a way back.

He sees the light in their eyes dim; it is a small change, one that doesn't stay for long. But the magicless human is precious to him, and so he observes them. He watches them leave his office silently, a stark contrast to when their impatience and indignance have them cursing his name to the skies. No outcome, no outburst of their emotions will be able to move his cold, frozen heart to thaw, however; they belong to Twisted Wonderland, as Twisted Wonderland belongs to them.

In their first lifetime, Crowley recalls with the fondness of a father thinking of his grown-up child, they did possess magic; far different in nature, but magic nonetheless. And powerful too, considering the aura of it radiated from their being even as something stopped them from being able to use it.

Crowley wonders if it was so that he could see how invaluable, how indispensable they were.

How the entirety of Twisted Wonderland was made for them.

He did try, the first time, to find them a way back home. Endless efforts were dedicated to researching the existence of universes and multiverses. Of course, such exhaustive research would take time, time which he saw them spend getting close to the students of Night Raven College and fighting overblots.

Seven overblots, in the span of one year.

A record untouched by any other being, mage or otherwise. A record they kept making each and every lifetime they spent in the loop. A record that became his new normal, so much so that he no longer gives more than a cursory glance to the overblots and their aftermath.

He knows how it all ends, after all.

In their first lifetime, his efforts had bore fruit. His studies revealed a way to connect the Dark Mirror to their plane of existence, through the use of the very mirror that was hidden behind his back. His blood had run cold at the revelation, and he spent the next few weeks? months? looking for alternatives. For other ways to be able to send them back.

Until one day, the Prefect found out.

As they angrily interrogated him for the reasons behind his silence, asking him why he would not send them back even though there was a way, he realized exactly why he was hesitant about sending them back.

Crowley had no spouse, no children. But the mirror, the mirror which had been in his family for generations, needed an heir. One who could gain control over it, rather than have it control them like it did with so many of his ancestors, including his mother.

Surely the one dubbed a beast-tamer could tame such a dangerously powerful magical artefact?

He desperately begged and bargained with them, trying to change their mind. Trying to entice them into staying forever in Twisted Wonderland, as his heir. He offered them gold and silver, riches beyond what one would expect a man like him to have. He offered them the immense honour and prestige that came with being a deity that the entirety of Twisted Wonderland bowed to.

But they... they refused to stay. The only thing that was in their mind was to go home. Why couldn't they get it through their head that Twisted Wonderland was meant to be their home?

The aftermath of that argument... Crowley's memories are hazy at best. He remembers waking up in a pool of blot, the sticky ink covering his hands and the top of his face, dripping constantly. He remembers the mirror glowing as he dragged himself to it like a mindless moth flies to the flame even with the risk of getting burned.

Words had slipped through his mouth like the prayers of the devout at the altar of their deity, the faint and familiar hum of magic accompanied by a slight crackle of dark miasma.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor... My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairest one of all," he had spoken, not knowing exactly what spell he was casting. All he knew, was that he was succumbing to the mirror, the same way his mother had; the same way all of his ancestors had, giving into the madness that such unchecked power and magic could create.

"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.." A vision of them, standing on the other side of the mirror, had Crowley try to reach out to them. His hand grazed the solid glass, before passing through it. He watched as their eyes widened and they took a step back.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror." A shiver of thrill ran up his spine as they gingerly placed their hand in his after giving his words some thought, even with all the doubt in their eyes. He curled his fingers around their warm hand, and pulled.

He later found out that, during his overblot, he had managed to trap a significant portion of their soul in the mirror that was his family heirloom. The mirror rejected their magic, foreign as it was, and somehow those powers transferred themselves over to Crowley.

The words Crowley spoke, was the way to invoke their soul and bring them back each time they left Twisted Wonderland. A reset button, if you will.

Every time they show the slightest hint of wanting to leave, the slightest glimpse of understanding that he is the one they need to defeat in order to go home, he resets. Memories get wiped and Twisted Wonderland moulds beneath his gold-plated fingertips to what it was before. They say time waits for no man, but then again, Dire Crowley is more monster than human now. And so it bends to his will, but not without taking away his memories as well.

But then he sees them.

And he remembers.

[lizardaggro]

on the flip side

part 2 is out! part 3! part 4!

whaddya know, i already have my first piece of writing that's not for an rp. it's a mess, but that's okay, because i admit i have no clue what i'm doing! i welcome all feedback as long as it's not just plain mean. when i asked for writing ideas, i was suggested to try my spin on the twst bully!au, and so i present: reader/yuu is done with their bs. no beta we die like my sleep schedule. genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, slight yandere that hasn't escalated yet word count:896

You’d had enough, thank you very much. The constant jeers, “misplaced” textbooks, and shoves in the hallway were only the beginning. Before long, you were beaten and bruised, and all for what? Just because you didn’t have magic? According to your research, the majority of the population here didn’t either! But alas, such was your plight. The professors turned a blind eye, and Crowley couldn’t care less.

So, when someone “accidentally” dislocated your shoulder during PE, you decided enough was enough. The students you’d never bothered to learn the names of were one thing; you were going to call your former friends out on their bullshit. Despite Grim’s protests, you dragged him all the way back to Ramshackle the moment you had a break in between classes. Why that timing? Because the model student prefect would never cut class, of course!

You locked the door not once, not twice, but three times, thanks to the padlocks you’d had placed on your stuff in the past. Then you took your time creating the Junk Tower. Your materials were all the scraps people had thrown in your yard in the past. You had quite the collection. The windows? They’d been boarded for years, according to the ghosts. Back door? Kalim had it removed. Something about first years sneaking in. You figure it’s better not to ask how he managed to have a door seamlessly replaced with walls in one afternoon.

About twenty minutes after the last class of the day ended, you had your first knock on the door. “Oi, prefect, open up!” Ace demanded. Because of course it was Ace. He was the first student you met here, so it was only fitting that he’d be the first to know you weren’t fucking around anymore. You ignored him.

The knocking stopped “Oi Ace, maybe they’re not home?” Deuce, ever the voice of reason, pondered. You weren’t sure whether to love or hate him. He’d stop others from picking on you, sure, but the moment you disobeyed him, he went back to his old delinquent ways.

“Well, they weren’t in class, and there’s no way my prefect’s with someone else, so they’ve gotta be inside!” Ace insisted. His prefect? Since when were you his? Did Ace eat something funny while you were gone? Because the last you checked, he couldn’t stand the sight of you.

Deuce’s voice dropped an octave, or maybe two. You weren’t too sure how that applied to speaking voices. “Oi, Ace, what the fuck do you mean your prefect? They don’t belong to you!” Yes, thank you for the reality check. Deuce must’ve had the brain cell today. “Obviously I’m way closer to them than you are!”

Scratch that. Deuce did not have the brain cell today. Really though, what was with them? Why in the world were they fighting over who was closer to you when all they’d done lately was make it clear how much they hated you? Oh, wait. They thought you could hear them. This must be some sort of trick. Trey and Cater must’ve put them up to it, since they were far too dumb to think of anything this elaborate on their own. You decided to ignore everything they said from here on out.

All was well, until Adeuce simultaneously let out an ungodly screech. Now that was troublesome. What could possibly scare those two like that? Surely nothing good for you. With luck, it’d be Riddle come to behead them for not wearing fluorescent pink or some other dumb rule, but you wouldn’t bet on it.

You soon had your answer. “Ne, where’s Shrimpy? I wanna squeeze ‘em!” Suddenly you didn’t blame those two for being scared. Floyd Leech in a bad mood was always a force to be reckoned with. You could never tell if he was in a good or bad mood when he was “squeezing” you, and quite frankly, you’d rather not know. The sick fucker probably took pleasure in hearing your bones pop and crack under the extreme pressure.

“Floyd-senpai! The prefect is, uh, we’re not actually sure where they are,” Ace volunteered. You almost pitied him, having to put up with the more rambunctious Leech during basketball practice. Almost.

“Hah? What do you mean you don’t know? Crabby is always crowding around Shrimpy like a little parasite,” Floyd whined. Um, what? Is Floyd in on the joke too? Is the whole school conspiring against you? You wouldn’t put it past them.

A cloud of dust blew up from the floor where you swung your foot back and forth, making you sneeze. You froze. Did they hear that? Wait, what were you acting so scared for? What were they gonna do anyway, break the door down and hit you? All within your expectations when you’d formed this plan. The point was to prove that you wouldn’t just sit and take it anymore. You’d seen all their dirty little secrets, especially during the Overblots; you could hit them where it hurt if you felt like it. No one would ever think the perfect little prefect would tell someone else what they’d confided in them! So when Floyd broke the door down with a display of monstrous strength, you were prepared. You greeted them with a smile. “Ne, you guys,” you began, “would you believe me if I told you I’m done with your bullshit?”

[mimiii-3]

Yandere Crowley with a reader who beats the crap out of him at every opportunity, please? ^_^

Hi anon! Sure thing

Btw - I’m adding general yandere Crowley headcanons to your request

Yandere Crowley Headcanons

Note/warning: gn reader, typical yandere behavior, reader fights Crowley, blood/consumption of blood, Crowley being a creep

. . .

• Crowley is not a delusional yandere

• he knows what he’s doing is wrong and he knows that you hate him

• he just doesn’t care

• Crowley is more of a manipulative yandere who can read you like a book

• this makes it harder to lie to him

• he loves pushing your buttons

• he’ll do anything to watch you snap

• sometimes it’s calling you to his office 3-4 times a day

• other times it’s barging into ramshackle unannounced and unwelcome

• Crowley could have easily removed the ghosts from ramschakle

• however, he let them stay and deployed them to keep a watchful eye on you

• they report everything back to him

• he wants to know every detail about you

• you fell down the stairs? He knows. You stained your uniform. He knows. Your walks with malleus late at night. He knows.

• he prays everyday that his ‘competition’ overblots and dies

• he would do anything to receive even a fraction of the attention you give them

• anything except send you home

• he’s so desperate for your attention he accepts the violence you send his way

• every fight and argument is ‘bonding time’ to him

• please do not leaves bruises on this man

• he will interpret it as you staking your claim over him

• whenever you fight him he’ll just stand there and smile as you pound on his chest

• on time you made contact with his bottom lip and it started to bleed

• he caught your hand and pinched your index finger between his pointer and thumb

• he dragged your finger over the blood trickling down from his busted lip

• then he pulled your hand back and hummed, pleased to watch his blood drip down your finger

• Crowley leaned forward, closed his lips around your finger, and sucked the blood off

• you tried to pull your hand away, disgusted by his ministrations but you were no match for his otherworldly strength

• he chuckled at your squirming and licked the remaining blood off his lip

• he waited until you stopped fighting to release your hand

“See. Now was that so bad? Come on, prefect. You can’t lie to me. I know you liked it.”

[mxdarling]

[Sudden adoption]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: Crowley becomes a dad for the magicless prefect.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 346

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: Link

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.

[Warnings:] implied parent abandonment, implied yuu having daddy issues.

[GN reader]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Dire Crowley; [Pla.]

This all happened because of one slip up, just one. Now you're suddenly being adopted by the person who says he'll find a way to get you home. Honestly, you don't really believe he's trying to find a way back, but it's not too bad to be hopeful. All this happened because you were called to his office to help him with paper work.

Being the "gracious" and "kind" headmaster he is, he gives you half of the paperwork, knowing that his portion is already done and he's just trying to find an accident. You being tired of his bullshit didn't even register what you just said to him, but he clearly did with him suddenly shouting at you to stop.

Now here you are, trying to explain to yourself why you accidentally called him "dad."

"Prefect...? Did you just call me 'dad'?"

"Huh!? N-No, I didn't!!"

Due to embarrassment, you dashed through the office door, not even caring if the headmaster was talking to you. You ran through almost the whole campus, not caring who was staring at you. You ran until you reached Ramshackle Dorm to process what the heck just happened.

Honestly, it's already embarrassing having him as your headmaster. Now it's going to be even more embarrassing having him as your father-figure. Well yea, he's definitely not the best father, but he's definitely better than your biological father, but still!!

You're hoping that the headmaster will forget about that and just not bring it up again because just imagining it again is driving them insane. Unfortunately for you, he did not forget it. In fact, he made it seem like it was normal!! Now every time you guys meet, he just calls you 'my child' while you're just there dying inside.

To make it even worse, he even called you that in front of Deuce and Ace... Now they make jokes (mainly Ace) about the headmaster getting adoption papers just to make it official. Hell!! He's probably thinking about it right now!!

Now you just have a clingy father-figure by your side.

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[a/n; Idk if this is even good. I probably should I written headcanons for him but I ended up writing a terribly one shot so yea. I might just make a yandere version or a remake, maybe if I have motivation to do so]

[mishkakagehishka]

Horrortober Day 2: Decision

Repost from my old blog

I actually really like how this one turned out, especially the final few paragraphs, though I feel like overall the yandere-ness comes across a bit too subtle. Here are the prompts.

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto / GN Yuu Word count: 1768 Quote given: “It’s your decision. Choose wisely.” Summary: They say there’s a student in Night Raven College who can grant any wish, for a price. Shouldn’t you at least hear his demands out when you’re in need of help and no other way in sight?

Disclaimer: this goes without saying, but I feel like I should say it all the same - yandere is just a synonym for toxic, unhealthy and abusive. I do not condone any such behaviour, I simply find it an interesting horror trope, and I try to portray it as something scary and scarring, not romantic or as something to aspire towards.

It was always something with those three. The lovingly (or not) dubbed ‘single-braincell trio’ managed to make a bigger mess of Ramshackle Dorm than it already was. The Prefect was running just a few minutes late to their planned study party, but they stepped into a Dorm they couldn’t recognise as their own. The common room was in a state of disarray; the coffee table overturned, the couch singed, a broken window (and the glass left on the floor – a hazard), and perhaps the most worrying change: a gaping hole in the ceiling and upper parts of the wall looking towards the entrance. The destruction didn’t even seem to be contained to the common room, as the Prefect had assumed from seeing Deuce yelling at Ace and Grim, who were still at each-other’s throats on top of the stairs leading to the beast’s shared room with the Prefect.

“Do you- are any of you going to explain what happened?!” the Prefect loudly announced themselves, gesturing towards all the destroyed parts of the dorm, fury apparent in their movement. “What did you do?!” It took a moment for Ace, Deuce and Grim to realise they were caught red-handed, before they started yelling and talking over each-other. Grim’s voice overpowered theirs, just for a moment, “Ace started it! He took my tuna and didn’t wanna give it back, an’ then he made fun of me!” “But Grim’s the one who started using magic! He burnt down the whole place, not me!” “I tried to stop them! But I lost my temper when that idiot used wind magic against fire, again.” “Oh, I just know you’re not calling me an idiot, cauldron summoner!” “The hell’d you call me?! Ya wanna come closer an’ say that to my face?!” “I did say it to your face, dumbass!”

The Prefect was at a loss of words. They blinked twice, looking over the state of the Dorm again. On top of all else they have to deal with, to think they would be stuck babysitting boys who were surely old enough to know better. “Ignoring that fighting with magic is against the rules… couldn’t you have done it outside, Ace? And not destroyed the place where we are supposed to sleep, Grim?” “We would have been caught by a teacher or somethin’ like that…” “There’s a hole! In my roof! The forecast said the storm season is starting! And I’m dead broke!” “You can sleep in Heartslabyul, Riddle will allow it if we ask him,” Deuce interjected, “at least until you- we help you fix up the roof.” “Yeah! You and Grim can sleep in our room, even. Sam probably has a sleeping bag or somethin’ in his shop,” Ace added. Really, they were just trying to get on the Prefect’s good side to avoid being told on and punished. Grim bounced around a few times. “Doesn’t that sound alright?” he asked the Prefect, still careful. Being glared at reminded him that he also messed up and should probably be quiet. “I mean,” he continued anyway, “it’ll be like a sleepover! Kinda.” “What, and how long are we supposed to stay there? The wall, window and roof needs repairing, I still don’t have money. Crowley doesn’t even give me an allowance, Sam pays peanuts and… and…!”

“Well…” Ace started, somewhat uncertainly, “Have ya met that Octavinelle prefect yet?” “I have. Azul, right? I talked to him a few times, but…” the Prefect trailed off. They wanted to mention how off-putting he is, how they sometimes catch him staring at them from the other side of the courtyard, or how he always seems like he knows so much more about them than they’d ever told him, but stopped themselves. “This is just a rumour I heard from some upperclassmen, uh, supposedly, that Azul can grant anyone’s wishes with just a snap of his fingers. Maybe…?” “I heard that those granted wishes come at a great price, though.“ Deuce tsked. "Is that really a good idea?” “It couldn’t hurt to try and ask. I can always back out if I don’t like the price. I don’t have the best feeling about it, but… I guess I’ll give it a shot. I don’t have many other options.”

And that’s how the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm found themselves in the VIP room of Mostro Lounge, sat on the sofa in the centre of the room, with Azul opposite them and the odd, terrifyingly tall Leech twins standing behind them, one on one side, the other on the other. The atmosphere was tense, and the Prefect swallowed the lump in their throat, before beginning the explanation for why they were there. “I see,” Azul nodded. He closed his eyes, fingers lightly tapping his temple as he thought. “I have just the contract for you,” he smiled. He stood up, leisurely strolling towards the desk situated in front of a large safe. From one of the drawers, he took out paper and a quill. He was quickly back, seated once more opposite them, with the paper set on the coffee table between them. The Prefect watched as the quill moved, on its own, yet following the waves of Azul’s fingers. The contract wasn’t long, but it had a couple of pages to it. Though it was being written by magic, the Prefect couldn’t help but wonder just how it was that Azul managed to come up with an entire contract so quickly after hearing their dilemma? Did the rumour mill work that fast in this school, that he had heard of what happened to Ramshackle and already had an idea, just in case? Was he just that quick-witted? Either way, the Prefect supposed that that is precisely what made his business so successful, the talent and inability to be taken by surprise by anything.

He slid the contract across the table, turning it around in the process. “Since you told me you want to prioritise rebuilding your Dorm, but would not reject a place to stay in the meantime, I formed the contract around those two wishes. Now, I don’t even have to say this, but having two of your demands granted in one contract… well, the price will be just a little steeper.” Azul pushed his glasses up before placing the quill on top of the contract, in the perfect position for the Prefect to take, and sign the contract. “Not to worry, I don’t ask for much! I never do. Really, you won’t even notice giving anything away! Usually, I ask for a little magic, or a skill, something my client takes pride in. However, this being an emergency, I even gave you an easier sacrifice to make…” he trailed off, his eyes squinting a bit as he watched the Prefect read over the contract. They seemed to be very careful. “My, how refreshing!” he sang, “You see, a lot of my past clients were still so immature; they hadn’t even read the contract properly before signing! But I can assure you, there is no catch in my contract, no tiny print or hidden disadvantages for my clients. After all, Octavinelle was founded on the mercy of the Sea Witch, and I take pride in honouring her by offering mercy to poor, unfortunate souls in need of it, just as she did. What sort of Octavinelle prefect would I be otherwise?” “Yeah, I get it,” the Prefect muttered, reading over the, frankly, complicated sentences that littered the contract. They really understood why people would have lawyers reading contracts for them before signing them. Still, between the mercy of the Sea Witch, and Azul’s own promises… surely, they could trust this student? He wasn’t some rotten lawyer either, so, even if he did hide a disadvantage, how horrible could it be? How hidden could it be? “So, what should I give you as payment? I didn’t make a decision yet, just asking.”

“Of course, of course, no need to rush business! Now… the repairs themselves could take a lot of time, and a lot of money. I’ve already seen the damage, it’s nothing to sneeze at. As you’re here because you don’t have money in the first place, as per the contract, you will be paying off this part of the deal by giving me your free time.” By making sure you don’t have any more time to hang around anyone who isn’t him. “… In other words, by working in the Mostro Lounge. Physical errands, unboxing deliveries, cleaning, really, it’s not as daunting as it seems.” Only meant to exhaust you, preventing you from leaving his side even if you wanted to. “It won’t get in the way of your studies, not to worry. Even the hours are negotiable, as you can see right in this section, we can talk the hours over, come to a compromise that suits as both.” That suits him, those twins will threaten you until you agree to bend to his will. “And should you choose to take on more hours – not a lot, really, just a little overtime – I’ll even make sure you have a place to stay, both you and that beast that hangs around you.” The Octavinelle Dorm does have a free room, and what better way to keep you close to himself even after work hours? “Really, the only thing I want to warn you about is that you shouldn’t try to quit before the repairs are over, as that would be a breach of contract.” But he’s the one controlling the repairs, he can make them last for as long as he wants you under his thumb.

“That sounds… pretty good, actually.” The Prefect nodded along to his speech, not managing to find anything wrong. The smile on Azul’s face, the same wooden smile he held since the beginning of their meeting, twitched for a mere moment. The twins, with no words, placed a hand each on the Prefect’s shoulders, comfortingly, encouragingly. “Doesn’t it? So, what do you say?” the smile turned into a grin. “Do we have a deal?” “I… want to think it over.” And the grin turned into a sour smile again. “I understand. One should never rush into business, after all. The contract won’t wait for you eternally, however, so I urge you to come to a decision quickly. That said,” he sighed, putting up his hands, though his eyes didn’t show a single sign of defeat, “it is your decision.”

The twins’ grips on the Prefect’s shoulders turned painful, their nails digging into muscle and bruising nerves. “Just make sure you choose wisely.”

[yan-twst]

could u write a scenario of yan malleus comforting (preferably fem but gn is ok) mc bc she doesnt have the best home life and thinking abt how hes gonna shower her in (unhealthy) affections

warnings: general yandere behaviour, implied familial abuse (it’s pretty much stated the mc has a bad family life, but i don’t go into details about it)

He’d never have imagined his nightly walks on the once-abandoned Ramshackle dorm would ever end up like this. He’d always liked old, abandoned buildings: they brought by a sense of peace and nostalgia (despite the fact “old” buildings by today’s standards were sometimes built around the time he’d been born), somewhere he didn’t have to worry about his guards constantly stepping on his heels or over students pointing and whispering.

Befriending the odd magicless prefect had been coincidence, as well. He’d just been amused by their naivety at first; trusting him, a complete stranger, not even knowing his true name. He’d found amusement in thinking how they’d cower and fear if they knew who he was, if they knew what people thought of him: although that interest quickly became... Genuine interest. He didn’t have many friends- and as much as he hated to think of it, he did feel lonesome at times. Finding someone who he could just talk to as a person, not having to worry about his title as the crown prince or the perception of his power was so oddly relaxing he found himself seeking out those nightly walks more than ever.

When had he gone from his usual self to caring so much for a mere human? They were a magicless, lost little thing, someone accidentally brought into this world and having none of the knowledge needed to survive here. And yet, he’d found himself growing more and more attached to them. He could still remember when Lilia was so amused by the fact he’d sent a holiday card to the magicless prefect, and that had only been the tip of his infatuation. They were just... So weak, so... Alone. In a world they weren’t familiar, he was one of their friends, and the thought made his heart speed up just a little. 

Lilia said he was “in love”, sighing about how adorable young love was whenever Malleus mentioned the Ramshackle dorm leader. Love... Malleus had to agree, he’d put that name on his emotions. When he saw the prefect, he was overwhelmed with a desire to take them into his grasp; to keep them safe, to embrace them, to hold them close... His mood soured when he saw them messing about with other students, and his heart soared when he got to talk to them during the night. He’d grown to treasure every little word that came from their mouth: he listened, remembering every detail of what they liked and disliked, of stories about their life and their world. He’d even taken to watching them during the day, observing how they maneuvered around a magic school without having a drop of magic in their body- watching them interact with others, how they shone so brightly, watching them when he talked with them and when they weren’t even aware they were being watched. He wanted to get closer to them in every way he could.

Perhaps that was how he’d found himself holding them as they cried, late at night.

They’d invited him into the dorm, since the weather outside was cold. He’d accepted, despite not really minding the chilly air; humans got sick easily, didn’t they? Still, he’d found himself warming up inside, not because of the terrible insulation or the candles the prefect had lit, but mostly by sitting down on the tiny loveseat right next to them. He hadn’t meant to say anything to make them uncomfortable, really: somehow the topic of his kingdom came up, and he’d asked them about their home in return. It was just a simple question, he’d thought, a way to get to know them better- and yet they’d tensed at the question. He shouldn’t press, he knew that much despite not being well versed in reading cues, but... The look in their face made worry seep into his gut. And so he’d asked. 

He marveled at how easy it was to wrap his arms around them. They were shaking slightly as they cried into his chest, hiccuping apologies about their little outburst. Malleus shut down every apology, rubbing their back soothingly- he’d asked them to talk, hadn’t he? It wasn’t hard to tell their home life was a sore spot, not by how hard they’d been sobbing into his chest, struggling to even get words out. Truly, they hadn’t even talked much about what was wrong, but Malleus could infer. He’d dug enough, and he knew better than to repeat his question. His uniform shirt was soaked in tears, and more than that, his heart ached at the thought of bringing them more pain.

They kept talking, words cut off by sobs and hiccups. If it had been anyone else- another weak human crying so loudly- he’d probably have gotten frustrated and left, but their tears didn’t bring any sort of ire in him. In fact, all he could think of was of comforting them. Oh, he’d known they were weak compared to him before, but now... All he could think of was to protect them. Clearly, nobody back in their home was doing so, not if they could drive them to this state.

Still rubbing circles in their back, Malleus found himself spacing out for a second. Clearly, they needed someone to protect them and give them the care they deserved- he couldn’t possibly just toss them back to where they came from. Their warm body pressed into his, their embrace... Truly, wouldn’t it be better for them to stay in such a way? Safe, warm, cared for? Thoughts of the future filled his mind: it’d be so easy to take them to his dorm, to the unused towers- yes, he’d ask Lilia to furnish them and make them suitable for a human... Or perhaps he’d let them into his room: his bed was big, and they could entertain themselves with books or games while he left, couldn’t they...? After all, there wasn’t any need for them to go to class. Not being magicless as they were, really. They could wait for him, to go and provide the care and warmth only he could give them.

His grip tightened as his fantasies ran. He could take them along his fourth year, to whatever travels or internships he was sent to. Yes, that would be ideal. Malleus’ heart sped up at the thought of returning to them every night, returning to this comfort and warmth. Thoughts of bringing them back to the castle in his kingdom; marriage, making them his. They could rule the kingdom by his side, surely. Yes, they were kind and smart; they’d make a good ruler, a good spouse for a king... They didn’t need to suffer anymore. He’d make sure of it; he’d never let anyone talk down to them, he’d make them the most important person in the castle. He’d dress them in fine clothes, make sure they had a comfortable life...

“Tsunotarou...? I- um, I... can’t breathe...” their hoarse voice quickly brough Malleus back to reality. Right- reality. They weren’t his quite yet, weren’t his partner and his spouse, not yet. For now, he was still Tsunotarou and they were still stuck in this torn-down dorm, with Crowley trying to send them home. “... Sorry for crying like that. I got your shirt all wet- I’m sorry. You... were probably very uncomfortable.”

“Don’t apologize over this, child of man. You were clearly distressed.” said Malleus, letting them go. His heart protested at the action, as the warmth of their body departed as he let go of the embrace. 

“I... yeah. Sorry. It’s just- you know. Home. It’s... Complicated.” they said, rubbing one of their eyes. Their face was red and irritated from crying, but even so, Malleus couldn’t help but think of how precious they were. How could anyone ever hurt them? He truly couldn’t understand. 

“It’s ok now. You’re far away from that place.” said Malleus. Far away from there, they were now here. Perhaps it was fate that brought them here into Twisted Wonderland; fate had brought this human into his grasp, and it was now his task to take them and protect them, wasn’t it? “As long as I’m here, I won’t let harm befall you.”

At the moment, they smiled at his words; how tragic, really, that the biggest danger to them was Malleus himself.

[mimiii-3]

Yandere Crowley x Reader

Note/warning: gn reader, typical yandere behavior, a lil angst + comfort?

Extra note: Crowley’s dialogue is pink

. . .

You were in the middle of taking notes in Professor Trein’s class when you received the letter. The cursive writing looked like art on the parchment. Writing you knew was Crowley’s. The way he weaved his words and writing was almost playful.

My dearest, Prefect,

I ask that you leave your class at once and join me in my office. There are sensitive matters I need to discuss with you.

Yours truly,

Headmage Dire Crowley

You let out a long sigh and rub your forehead with your hand. What could he want now? You’ve already taken care of the overblots, organized an nrc festival, and cleaned up several of Crowley’s messes. What more could he even ask of you?

You quietly pack up your things and slip into the empty hallway. The only sound that can be heard is the tapping of your feet on the freshly waxed floor. You arrive at the front door of his office and take a few deep breaths. You can do this. Whatever he asks, you can handle it.

You pull open the door to find him sitting behind his desk with his hands folded on top of a manila folder.

“Ah, Prefect. You came even faster than I thought you would! What a diligent student you are!”

His beady, yellow eyes are honed in on your form. They’re trying to catch every minute detail. Every blink, every twitch, every shiver is absorbed and processed by his gaze. After setting down your things, you sink into the velvety armchair. You miss the way he’s staring at you and nod your head.

Yeah, well I have to come right away since last time you freaked out and threatened to give me more classes.

He shifts in his seat, seemingly embarrassed that you remember his last outburst.

“Oh yes. I had been meaning to apologize for that but it seems the incident slipped my mind. You do forgive me don’t you? Of course you do.”

You shake off the sharpness in his tone and prop your chin up on your fist. He does this often. Ask you something and then abruptly answer in your stead. It drives you nuts.

So…why exactly do I need to be here right now?

Crowley clears his throat and opens the Manila folder. He flips through a couple of pages before finding what he was looking for.

“You know How I’ve been tirelessly working to find you a way home right? Day and night I’ve been tormenting myself in order to grant you your near-impossible wish.”

Your nonchalant attitudes melts right off of you. Is this it? Has this numbskull of a headmage finally done his job? You can barely contain your excitement as you lean forward in the armchair. You bite your lip in and wring your hands. All this time. All this work. It’s been worth it. You’re finally going home. You can hardly wait until you can see your family and friends again. Has anything changed? How much time has past? Before you can start to shoot off questions to Crowley, he holds up his hand and speaks.

“About that wish…I have some bad news for you, Prefect.”

Just like that, your excitement has been dashed against the rocks. The temporary joy has now been replaced with a crushing sense of dread. You swallow thickly and scoot back against the chair.

Why didn’t you say that earlier? Please tell me you found a way and the bad news is something small.

Crowley struggles to hide his smile. He loves how easy it is to lift you up then throw you to the ground. He loves the sparkle in your eyes when you are filled with joy. But he lives for the despair that washes over your face.

“There is no way for you to get home. I’ve exhausted every resource and asked every professional in an out of NRC. Every book in the library has been read from front-to-cover. There is every way to enter this world, but no way to leave it. There is no one who can help you. I did my best. I hope that you can see that.”

You world is collapsing. Everything you know and love is gone forever. Your family and friends are living on without you. They have each other while you waste away in this land. You have no one here. You are no one here.

You pull up your knees and hold your legs tightly. You can’t stop shaking. It’s like every emotion, feeling, and thought you’ve had about your home is racing through you. Hot tears start to roll down your face. This can’t be happening.

You start to ugly cry and don’t care that Crowley’s watching. How can you? This is it. All hope is lost. All this time you’ve been waiting for absolutely nothing. Your broken cries bounce against the walls.

Crowley stands from his chair and makes his way over to you. He wraps his slender arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head.

You don’t have the strength to push him away. You’d love to tear into him. Curse and hit him till you faint from exhaustion. Call him every name under the sun and stomp on his smug face. But you can’t.

He knows it. He knows you don’t have the strength to fight and he uses it to his advantage. Crowley hums and rubs his hand up and down your back.

He can barely contain the giggles that are bubbling up in his chest. This went even better than he expected. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to calm himself. Look at you. So helpless in his embrace. He could get used to this.

“Don’t worry, Prefect. I will take care of you from here on out. I promise.”

. . .

Note: yandere Crowley headcanons otw