#yandere lio

[idanceuntilidie]

In the Aurora Circus

Yandere circus performers ocs x gn reader Warning; metions of kidnapping, yandere themes, being tied up and not in the fun way.

Also you will meet Henry and his love is and will be only platonic, the rest is romantic. Thank you very much. Almost 1000 words someone give me a medal and hot chocolate.

I think my sugar is low- if you want to ask me about everyone you meet go on more might come soon

You start to think that everyone in the circus likes you, but not in a friendly, bestie type of way.  Hell you think they all love you. They love you like Kit and Hero.  It might be their fault, and it makes sense! 

Since they brought you here you swear the air shifted in the circus.   

It started with one of the dancers,  Kit by accident left the trailers door open, a spark of hope was lit in your brain. It burned bright, but you swear her eyes twinkled when she saw you. Her cheeks burned red, and she just backed away.  The gag that hero shoved into your mouth stopped you from screaming. 

  Ox wanted to talk with Kit, he was starting to act odd, and she just wanted to see if anything was wrong. Sure, he and Hero mentioned something about crush but it could mess with the shows, and she just wants the best for everyone.  When she finally got to that trailer, she noticed the door being open, when she got closer, she saw someone sitting on the bed, tied up, (e/c) eyes staring at her. Her heart fluttered.  You poor thing, tied up and all. She didn’t move, just watched, will you try to scream? Whine? You are already shaking with fear, why not try to scream? She doesn’t know where this fascination came from, but she didn’t mind.  Ox never thought she would say this, but you looked cute. Like a hopeless bunny, it made her heart flutter. Her cheeks burned. She needs to go, back away.   And so, she did, but she will visit you tomorrow.  Maybe tomorrow you will try to scream. 

 

The next came those twin clowns, this time the door was closed, and you were just sitting and reading a book. When all of the sudden you saw two clowns' storm into the trailer.   They looked like they were running from something.  “Jesus J this was too much!”    One of them whispered yelled,  the second one scoffed.  “C It’s fine, she needed a little bit of stress relief-”    The words died in his mouth, yours too you didn’t know what you say.  The twins didn’t also.  So you just both stayed like that, silently staring at each other.   The one called C looked at you then at J.   “Holy shit Kit and Hero kidnapped a pretty person” 

  C got smacked at the back of the head by J. The other one winced in pain, while J shushed his twin.  “You never saw us here, but for once in his entire lifetime, you are cute, but sadly sweetheart this isn’t our business.”  

They started to push C towards the exit.  “See you later Hun”- J blew a kiss towards you.   

“Hey wait-” 

They fucked up again, prank gone wrong, Ox was pissed let’s say they decided to mess a bit with her make up.  They needed to hide, and they knew Kit and Hero were gone because they needed to buy some stuff. C suggested they hide in their trailer. So, they did, but they didn’t expect to find someone in there. Both of them were speechless.  After that little one-sided conversation, they ran away again.    This time they hid in the tent.    “You saw what I saw?”  J wheezed. C nodded eagerly.    “An angel”- C sighed dreamily, they did expect for J they him again, but they just nodded agreeing with them.  So this was the famous crush of Kits and Heros. They too quiet but, J had to admit they were a little attractive. They felt bad, his heart aching with guilt.  They ignored the chatter of C rambling about how heavenly you were. They were right, you were. It made him wonder if they could see you again, and so did C. 

  You third meeting was actually with the owner of the circus, since he heard some rumors, he wanted to see what in the hell was going on.   Henry was his name, Kit told you about him, tall scary and tired old man who got this circus after his parents died. He made the show go on. He saved many performs from becoming homeless, like Kit.  You were sweating bullets, but you were a little hopeful now. Maybe he would help you get out, but when he agreed on letting you stay you swear you felt your heart sink.  You were speechless, Kit and Hero were so happy.  You felt like your life ended right there.  But for Henry, he delt like he had a new kid to take care of and raise, and well more performers.   

Your spirits dropped after meeting Henry, Kit and Hero kept taking care of you. You felt like a doll, and it felt like shit. After some time, they even let you roam around. You tried to avoid Ox, you think you saw J and C running away from Henry this time.   You chuckled at that, but backed away so they wouldn’t see you.   

So that’s how you stumbled upon Lio, the magician. So he was the fourth one you met here after getting kidnapped. You loved his shows and seeing him up close was magical.  He made few tricks, possibly a warmup. You think he was ready for the main thing when you saw him looking at you. He was smiling and gesturing you to come closer.    Lio saw you roaming around the circus, he thought might give you a small show.  The way you were looking at him made him chuckle and smile.   Maybe you would be his little assistant for a while, so he decided to invite you in. He showed you a couple of tricks, and even thought you some.  You were so happy, he always liked to make people smile, but yours was enchanting.  You must have put a spell on him because damn, he can’t think about anything else but you. 

[gglitchshit]

happy pride to my genderqueer bisexual boygirlfriend lio shirazumi especially

[matoitech]

ageing galo and lio back into having to go through high school again was bad enough whenever i had to see any hs aus around and think Why are you taking adult men in their 20s and saying What fi they were lab partners in junior year of high school or whatever the fuck and THATS supposed to be more compelling to you somehow, but i think ageing galo and lio back, making them go through high school again, but also making them act out the plot of heathers the musical, fucking the characters up completely to do so, is just. i dont know. i saw dear evan hansen and hamilton song animatics for promare too so i think ppl who make animatics on youtube just have the most terrible taste in the world and dont care how much they have to destroy characterization and relationships and narrative to get some random gay guys to fit into jd vs veronica (they do not and never will OBVIOUSLY)

[kiame-sama]

the hybrid babies headbutting is so cute 😭 what about for other hybrids? like for azul, the baby would wrap a tentacle around the human's fingers? or for baby gnolls, they prance around the human and nibble on the human's hand? just some thoughts

Warnings: Several hybrid infants mentioned, yanderes in full possession of their darling, fem bodied reader, mention of pregnancy, fluffy, one poly relationship mentioned

Part 1:

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Azul's Hybrid Larve:

- After hatching, the larvae are very attached to their Human parent, wrapping their little chubby hands and tentacles around the fingers and arms of their Human parent. The gentle currents of the ocean are difficult for the less coordinated Cecilia infants, so they will anchor themselves on their parents (Azul, or the Human. Azul looks like them and they take solace in that. Jade is primary dad, but they are cautious of Jade's sharp eyes and teeth. They don't trust Floyd despite how much it makes him pout.)

Jade/Floyd's Hybrid Fry:

The little Eel Merbabies are less dependent on their parents than the very clingy Cecilia infants, but the eels will gravitate towards their soft Human parent more. They may nibble a little bit before their teeth come in, but they know not to bite the Human that feeds and raises them. They are absolute terrors to their fathers most of the time and flee to their Human parent should Floyd get annoyed with them.

Vil's Hybrid Chicks:

They follow the Human around in a row and go where the Human goes. Sometimes they like to play under Vil's tail feathers as he does have an impressive train of color and the chicks love chasing their adoring father around. As cold as Vil can be, he is very affectionate to his chicks and mates, often cooing softly to his chicks and intentionally placing the chicks around the Human, only to cover them all with his wings. Vil is a very good Harpy Peacock father. Rook will also carry the chicks around on his back as if they were Drider Hatchlings.

Rook's Hybrid Hatchlings:

The hatchlings want to be on top of something, usually clinging to their parents for safety and warmth. Rook will be carrying the hatchlings most of the time on his large arachnid body, but the little spiderling Driders will still climb up on Vil and their Human parent for that same safety and heat. The little Driders are clingy and hard to remove once they latch on, much like how adult golden Huntsman spiders can grab prey/predators on reflex and are extremely difficult to remove.

Trey's Hybrid Foals:

The Kelpie foals are clingy and practically attached to their Human parent's hip from the time they open their eyes to at least five years old. Sure, they will follow Trey around and trot after him while he bakes, but it is a tragedy among tragedies for them to be split from their Human parent for long. Losing sight of their Human parent will make the foals frantic, resulting in kicking, rearing, high whinnying cries, and bolting to where they last saw the Human as they search for their parent with increasing distress. At home, they are more than content to settle for Trey if the Human needs rest, not nearly as upset should they lose sight of their Human parent.

Lilia's Hybrid Pups:

The little Bat pups need to be held in near constant until about two years old or they will begin to wiggle/panic/scream. It is uncomfortable for them to lay on their backs early in life because of their wings. By being held, that pressure on the wings is reduced and the pups are comforted by the warmth of their parent. Lilia will insist on holding the pups unless it is during feeding or the Human wants to carry the pups for a bit. They are very cute and squeak to communicate early on, clicking and squeaking to their beloved parents.

Jamil's Hybrid Hatchlings:

The hatchling Nagas will wind themselves around the Human when they want attention from their beloved Human parent. They will also do the same to Jamil, winding their tails around the fingers/arms of the older Naga. Sometimes the infants will ball up in their coils and can just be carried around like a ball until they unravel. They are venomous and have venom as soon as their fangs grow in, but they do not bite their parents. They will bite anyone other than their parents, however.

Ruggie's Hybrid Cubs:

The cubs are eager to tumble and play with one another, even at very young ages. Though the cubs are exciteable and wrestle together a lot, they are gentle when trying to play with their Human parent. They will mouth at the hands, arms, and legs of their Human parent, being careful to not bite but still play with the Human. With Ruggie, they are full on biting and being rough because his hide is thicker and able to withstand their rough play. At night they are right up against their Human parent's side, sleeping soundly against the soft belly.

Ace/Deuce's hybrid kids:

The little Goat-hybrids have a habit of climbing and headbutting anything that moves. Headbutting to the kids is more of a challenge or play fighting than a sign of affection. They won't headbutt their Human parent because even they understand that is not appropriate behavior towards Humans, but they sure as hell will headbutt the Fawn or Satyr. They don't have horns until about ten years of age, so it isn't particularly harmful or painful to be headbutt by them, but they will continuously headbutt one another and their Goatly parent until they tire themselves out.

[bloodykissesfromme]

👁️ Intro 👁️

Name: you can call me Ghoul!

Age: 22

Zodiac: ♐ Sun, ♐ Rising, ♎ Moon

Chinese Zodiac: Metal Snake

Interests: Metal/Rap/Gothic/Rock/Horrorcore/EDM music, art, anime, Menhera, Gothic fashion, knives, dead things, etc.

Kins: Uta (Tokyo Ghoul), Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler), Gamzee Makara (Homestuck), Kurloz Makara (Homestuck), Lio Fotia (Promare), Mello Keehl (Death Note), Susie Lavoie (Dead By Daylight), Sal Fisher (Sally Face), Ashley Graves (TCOAAL), Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui), Gaara (Naruto), Kevin Levin (Ben 10), Axel/Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Yugi Mutou/Yami (YGO Season Zero), Marik Ishtar (Yu-Gi-Oh), Yusaku Fujiki (YGO VRAINS), Yuya Sakaki (YGO ArcV), Double Trouble (SPOP).

I am a yandere who wishes to be pursued, loved, and cherished.

Taken Anons:⭐, 🐑, 🐈‍⬛, 🪼, 🎸, 🎀, 🦊, 💘🪽/Angel,

💔 DNI 💔: minors, pedophiles, transphobes, homophobes, anti-kin

[thenameofthedevil]

introductions

long post, will be updated

(Wasnt made but his faceclaim is on there and lazy we are)

Name: Ash

Age: 17

Pronouns: He/They (Non-binary)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Human

Role: Co-Host

Source: N/A

Status: Single

Sign offs: -🐨 , -Ash, -Ashes🐨

Name: Awassi or Stolas

Age: N/A

gender: N/A

Pronouns: he/they/it

Sexuality: pansexual aegosexual

species: mythological creature

roles: faitive + persecutor

Cisids: cisgr00med, cisr8ped (more, were lazy)

transids: transharmed (more)

Status: Single

Sign offs: -🐑 , -Awassi

warnings: N/A

kinks/paras/fetishes: N/A

Name: Cooper / Coop

Age: 40

Gender: Cisgender male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Human

Roles: Caregiver / Fictive

Source: Trap

Status: very much seeing a wonderful person. [host]

Sign off: -Coop , -Butcher, -Coop_thebutcher🔪 , -🥩⛓️ , -🔪🥩

Warnings: hes a warning on every level

Kink/Fetish/Para: Pedophile, Sadist

Name: Damon, handsome (jk)

Age: 178 (looks around 25)

Pronouns: he/they (cis)

sexuality: bisexual

species: vampire

role: fictive

Source: TVD

cisids: cisblackhair, cisvampire, cisparaphile, cisBPD, cisproblematic, cisstalker, cisNPD, cisObsessive

transids: transharmed, transdepression, transgodcomplex, transpersecutor, transharmful, transbully, permaloved, transfp

status: single (with a sexual friendship on the side)

tells for fronting: smiles a lot, big ego, selfish, flirts a lot,

Sign off: -D , -🦇 , -Damon🦇

Warnings: none

kink/fetish/para: open to anything

<face redacted>

name: Dylan

Age: 18

gender: male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual (women>>>>>>>>>>)

Species: human

role: persecutor and <redacted>

source: <redacted>

Cisids: <redacted>, ciswhite, cisjewish, cischristian, cisharmful, cisparaphile, cistoxic, cisdepression, cisED, cisparanoia, cisanxiety, cisbullied, cisSH (probs more)

transids: transharmed, transowned, transdarkerscars, transbipolar, transcontrolled, permavictim

Status: Taken x2 [Jeff (outsys) and <REDACTED> (insys)]

Tells for fronting: usually calm unless with val, might be rude and manipulative

sign off: -Dyl , -💣⛓️

Warnings: messed up dude w messed up morals

Name: Elijah Mikaelson. Age: 1050years old. Gender: Cisgender Man. Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual, Ambiamorous, Cannuzic attraction

Species: Original Vampire

Role: Emotional protector

Source: The originals and The Vampire Diaries

CisIds: cisvampire, cisimmortal, cispowerful, cisharmful, cisstalker, cisemotionless(mainly), cisfictive, cisanxiety, cis(former)witch

TransIds: PermaManipuLove, TransDPD, Fictatorship, transloved (yandere way)

Status: Throuple with my brother and our boyfriend and sexual friendship (insys) maybe liking someone else (outsys)

Sign off: -Lijah , -E , -EM , -Elijah , 🥀🩸, -Elijah🩸

kink/fetish/para: many

Name~ Valentino, <redacted> , Val, Ty, Tino

Age~ Chrono 19, transage 43

Gender~ Male

Pronouns~ He/She

Sexuality~ PanGay Polyamorous

Species~ dont you wish to know

role~ Malicitator + Persecutor

Status~ Taken<3 (My baby girl cece)

Sign off~ -E , -Val

Warnings: shitty being with shitty morals

kink/fetish/para: DDLG, Faucest, pedophile, necrophile, sadist, blood, knives, guns, death, abuse, more

<redacted pic>

name: Jeffrey

Age: 38

pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Status: single

sign offs: -Lio , -Jeff, -🥩

Name: victor, mr zsasz, zsasz

age: 25-30

gender: cis

pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: pan polyam

Species: human

role: protector and fictive

source: gotham

cisids: cisassassin, cisharmful, cisharmed, cisBald, cisBPD, ciskiller, cisscars

Transids: transdarkerscars, transNPD, transowned, transloved, transcannibal, transcannibalized, transpopular, transbullied, transbully

status: Single

sign off: -Vic

Name^ Klaus Mikaelson

Age^ 1035 years old

Gender^ Cisgender

Pronouns^ He/It

Sexuality^ Pansexual Polyamorous

Species^ Hybrid (vampire+werewolf)

Role^ persecutor, malicitator, caregiver, host

Source^ TO and TVD

cisIds^ cisvampire, cishybrid, ciswerewolf, cisharmful, cisblonde, cisimmortal, cisfictive, cisbrowneyes, cisobsessed, cisBPD, cisAbandonmentissues

TransIDS^ rottingmeatscentic, transforcedpetdog, permarude, permacollar (maybe more?)

Status^ Taken [ my amazing brother Elijah and my wonderful partner Princess/Lulu❤️]

Sign off: -Kl , -Klaus , -Klaus🐺 , -Nik , -🐺

Kink/fetish/para: so many god

<Redacted pic>

name: [REDACTED]

age: 30-34

gender: demiboy

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: achillean

species: human

status: Taken [dylan]

sign off: -J , -[red

[2n2n]

and now..... le more discreet personal posting!

Of all things, actually... most moved to tears and incredibly wowed that Iro somehow did a very good and surprisingly respectful job depicting schizoid symptoms....? I don't talk about myself too much, in that manner, as it's of course personal, but suffice it to say I do have personal experience with that in particular aha..... and...

I'm actually not such a fussy person, I honestly enjoy a schlocky depiction as much as just about anyone-- I mean, you know-- I love yandere and romanticized or exaggerated extremes of such themes, I am in no way 'too good' for or even in any way offended by a more cursory or trope-ish depiction. Frankly I just like delusional thinking or unstable reality depicted, even if it's funny or in a horror element. And I mean that!! I have my no-nos and times it doesn't work like anyone, but I'm not fussy or snobbish about it overall, I can eat junk food ....

But.....! it's euphoriccccc when something handles it earnestly and with love...it touches my heart.... you know, delusions always have a logic to the person inside of them, even if outsiders see something inscrutable, there is a kind of legacy..... ah, Ras's 'break' is so beautifully and artfully handled... the imagery is in some odd way sublime... I really enjoyed the sense of serene, controlled quiet, before, as well... that period of time, that's so underrepresented..... that prodromal period. Him appearing, if anything, calmer, more studious, stilled.... before (to be true, that's also what I like about Amane immediately before the shinjuu... this oddly accepting atmosphere... a peaceful aura).

I love the catalyst. I love how terribly awful it all is, yet it amounts to visibly, Ras just sitting there silently. The presence of the vial lingering against him all day, the force-fed rat dying in its cage, the suicidal ideation projecting out, how completely incidentally tragic it is that this boy has a twin and a profound self-hatred, this too naturally mixing in his mind, as he can't get to know Lio enough to delineate them in his mind.... I like that it's not a matter of throwing himself all over or screaming, at its worst. He was if anything, noisier, cockier, fussier, louder, when doing 'better'.... when doing 'worse', everything washes away from him.

I really really reaaally loved it all folding in with his reading and learning, and then the nature of split-eggs for identical twins giving Ras this idea of "meant to be only one" not on a nefarious or malicious level, but on this.... level that feels like a logic, for someone so suicidal with such a bad life. Why is there two? What point is there in two being there?

I'm glad we get to hear so much from his own perspective.... but then, he has no ability at all to communicate any of this. Even if he tried to explain... it would only be, "that sounds crazy".

All of this said, it's made me incredibly excited for the possibilities for Tsukasa, at age 13 especially... like, Iro can really, write, this? I'd be so happy with just a yandere stan manga, but can I really have both my fun cumrot and my considerately thought out psychos....??? lol..... I'm just... touched....! More certain than ever that Iro has the power to kill me with bare hands lol....

I wonder if I am easy to please or what... hehe. well I like to be so easy to please if so..... glad for m'lil crazy guy....

[yandere-daydreams]

i imagine lio *relies* on his captive little darling for comfort. the poor boy has the weight of the world on his shoulders, countless *lives* at stake; he has so many expectations thrust upon him, but he's only human. his mind can be fragile, and he'll cling and sob and beg his darling to comfort him, to not leave him, to love him *because* he knows how much of a monster he's capable of being. he relies on them just as much as they rely on him. they keep him sane, he's nothing without them.

I don’t know if this is a request, but anything with Lio is always *golden*. And, for the sake of clarification, this takes place before Promare’s events, while Lio is still leading the Mad Burnish. For the tension, if nothing else.

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Non-Consensual Touching, and Toxic Relationships.

~

Lio liked taking care of you. Even at the worst of times, he made it a priority to take care of you.

It was most common during his downtime, when he didn’t have anything better to do than hold you close and give you expensive scraps of lace and be so intolerably nice, whether his fondness was expressed through gifts or mumbled, sweet whispers, his sentiments often consisting of something honey-coated and rotten. It was a habit, by this point, a new hobby Lio wasn’t quite good at yet. A glove that didn’t fit, but one he tried desperately to wear casually. That was why you didn’t hate him for it. He was trying to do something kind, something considerate. Something he didn’t seem to know what wrong

That, or you just didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. You’d tried to before, but the words always seemed to knot and fall apart when you tried to spit them out.

Even now, rain pouring down outside the shabby, abandoned shed the two of you had found shelter in, he’d insisted on being the one to start a small bonfire for light, pulling you into his side and starting to comb out your hair with his fingers as soon as Gueira and Meis had left to scavenge for supplies. He hadn’t said anything since then, either, basking in the violet glow and smiling whenever you glanced in his direction, never stopping that persistent petting. You thought about pushing his hand away, laughing and asking how he would feel if you treated him like a lap-dog, but decided against it.

It was the Post-Mission High, just the high. A bliss that came after every Burnish had a chance to unleash a wave of flames at their full potential, leaving Lio (especially Lio, it seemed) in an exhausted, affectionate mood he trusted you enough keep from hiding. He was coming down. He’d be down, soon. You just had to wait.

With a sigh, you let your head fall onto his shoulder, your knees soon pulled against your chest. You could never feel cold anymore, but it felt like you should, sometimes. Judging by the way you shivered as his nails brushed against your scalp, anyway. “Think anyone got hurt?” You asked, allowing your thoughts to trail back to the destruction. He warned you not to linger, but you couldn’t help it, not when the worried cries of civilians and sirens were still fresh in your mind. ��Maybe we should choose somewhere less crowded, next time. You never know who’s going to be in a building that big.”

“The response time is slower for urban areas,” He explained, a grin a bit wider pressing into the top of your head, his fingers soon tangled in your roots. You perked up immediately, recognizing the signal. “And privately-owned houses aren’t rebuilt as quickly. Besides, you shouldn’t be worried about those things, either way. I’m the boss, right?” He paused, giving you time to nod obediently, despite the reassurance doing little to soothe your nerves. “Leave that stuff to me. But, I could take your mind off it, if you wanted me to.”

You agreed, absentmindedly, your attention still elsewhere. Lio didn’t seem to mind. His lips were on yours in the blind of an eye, regardless.

It caught you off guard, at first. His hand suddenly clamped where it’d embedded itself,  holding you in place while its twin cupped your cheek, further pinning you. Struggling was secondary, shock coming first, astonishment outweighing the betrayal. You weren’t sure what to do, awkwardly resting your hands on his chest as he nipped and licked so desperately, the gesture highlighting both your reluctance and his inexperience. Still, you were frozen, at least until a particularly brutal bite to your lower lip.

The following shove didn’t separate him from you, but it got Lio away from your mouth, his focus shifting to your neck, his skin refusing to separate from yours. He didn’t move to speak, but Lio didn’t have to. You were stuttering terribly as soon as you were able to. “I… I-I’m not really--”

“You don’t have to be.” Warm, broiling air fanned over your skin, and unconsciously, you curled into yourself. But, you hardly had enough space to breathe, much less arm yourself with more anything more defensive than a frown and a look of concern. “I’m the one in-charge, aren’t I? Let me handle this, too.”

You faltered, briefly. “But I don’t want to--”

“It’s not your fucking choice.” He wasn’t talking anymore, hissing as he leaned back, grabbing the collar of your shirt with his free hand and pulling you towards him a little too roughly. Was it because he’d started a fire recently? Was it withdrawal? Did Burnish get withdrawal? You never had. “I take care of you. You let me take care of you. You owe me this, at least.” He scoffed, shaking his head, as if you were the one at fault. “You’re always going on about how grateful you are. All I’m asking you to do is prove that.”

You didn’t give yourself time to think, ripping his hand from your hair, standing up just as Lio realized he’d done something wrong. Of course, he reached out before you could take a step, taking your hand in his and looking at you so pleadingly, his eyes alone were enough to make you hesitate. “I didn’t mean it,” He said, rushing to get the thought out. There was a tug to your arm, an external force urging you to sit back down, to think things over. “Please, I’m sorry, I just got… ahead of myself. You know I care about you, right?” He didn’t wait for a response, this time, his next pull a little more insistent. “Sit back down. I’ll make sure you’re alright, next time, I promise.”

That was what he’d said, last time. He hadn’t promised, the time before that, but ‘swearing’ wasn’t much better.

He wouldn’t keep his promise. You knew that, and yet, you kneeled against the decrepit wall, shutting your eyes and holding yourself much more rigid than you had, a few minutes ago.

Lio was calmer now, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, the silence returning in full-force. You couldn’t say you didn’t prefer it, though. It was pleasent, compared to what Lio actually had to say.

He was right, in a way. Lio was a good leader, a good fighter, and that’s what you needed him to be. When you joined his cause, you hadn’t signed up for a ‘good friend’. You’d wanted to help in any way you could, and you would. You owed your fellow Burnish that.

You owed Lio that, whether or not he deserved it.

[dear-yandere]

suffocating love.

yandere! lio fotia x burnish! reader. tw: suicidal ideation / broken darling, confinement, implied physical and verbal abuse. part 1 / part 2 (here).

Suffocating him would've been easy.

Squeezing the life from his lungs, snuffing out the very flames he threatened you with -- it would’ve all been so easy. He slept so peacefully, unaware that his bones would’ve snapped so easily, would’ve made the prettiest, most sickening crack beneath your fingers. 

You wanted his death to be painful.

And yet your hands had frozen in place, inches before the delicate skin of his pretty, little neck. How often had you dreamt of just that? How long had it taken to build up the courage, much less the nerve to kill the boy you once loved, the boy that still loved you?

Fate itself worked against you. A perfect opportunity to kill -- why hesitate? Why did your body always work against you like this? Was it the guilt? Because, in a twisted sort of way, you were special. A token, a trophy among Mad Burnish ranks; the only being closer to Lio than his own officers. Lives rested on your shoulders just as much as they did on his; you hadn’t asked for this. You hadn’t asked to be locked away like a damsel, you hadn’t asked for any of this, but Lio was a white knight clad in black leather and he’d mistaken himself as your savior. Millions of lives were on the line; yours was insignificant. You had to endure, you had to survive, you had to let him live so he could change the world. A monster -- he was a monster with the best of intentions, just not for you. He loved you truly, just as he loved every Burnish, but love was thing full of faults and you’d slipped through the cracks.

You wanted to be saved by anyone but him.

But the Devil was in your bed and still you could not end him. How you yearned to escape or die, but your love was a debt and he was the collector. Your fingers twitched as if mocking your sentiment; his death would be on your hands -- could you truly live with that? With killing the man you loved? With killing the only man who could save millions? How could a savior be so cruel?

How could fate be so cruel?

Why was he destined for great things? Why did so many have to rely on him? If only he’d been given the chance to live a normal life, to be a normal boy, a normal lover; if only he hadn’t driven himself mad with guilt and paranoia and love. 

If only.

You tore your fingers from his neck and sobbed, softly, quietly, hidden as always. You couldn’t wake him, because even if you had, he’d see a demon and love you all the same. He’d cup your cheek and pull you into a kiss so loving you’d wonder if those same hands had truly burned you countless times before, if those same lips had defiled and degraded you only hours earlier. And the worst part is you’d forgive him. Every single time -- nothing he did was permanent because you’d always forgive. 

You hope there was something wrong with you, some greater force or reasoning for your hesitation and for your ... love, but nothing was wrong except this life you were given. You were caught between two extremes and no one would dare save you but him.

Because he would set the world on fire and never let a flame touch you.

dear-yandere, all rights reserved.

[andromachos]

congrats to pucci on getting adopted i guess

[love-toxin]

lion; lio fotia.

a/n: a commission from a lovely darling ❤️

warnings: female darling, height difference, mild dubcon, masturbation, friends to lovers, loss of virginity, slight dom/sub, post-promare/promare spoilers. 

word count: 3.3k

"Huh. Have you gotten taller?"

You heard this question all the time, to the point that it had started becoming a daily routine. Most times you figured it was rhetorical, or that Lio was simply attempting to get a rise out of you--but feeling him shoulder up next to you was new, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eyes as he peered up at you from chest height. 

He seemed to have a particularly strong fascination with your height, among many other things about you. But for some reason, being shorter than you was something he could never quite get off his mind--thankfully he hadn't started measuring you yet to see where you stood when you were side by side, but his strong interest in your figure was starting to feel more like an obsession. Sometimes he would ask if you liked being tall, or more specifically, if you liked being taller than him. And you couldn't figure out the reason why for the life of you, or at least you thought you couldn't. 

That was before you had walked into Lio's room and forgot to knock, and the sight that met your eyes burned its way through your head and all the way into your brain. 

"Wh-Wha…"

He turned his head over his shoulder, his lean body doing nothing to hide what he had been hunched over. From where he sat cross-legged on his bed, you could clearly see the picture he had up on a hologram in front of him, which was a snapshot of the two of you at the beach with you hugging him to your bikini-clad chest. And you could also tell that his pants were unzipped and his hand had been moving at a suspicious pace, just before he looked at you like a deer in headlights and the blood drained from his whole body. 

"What are you doing?!"

Fortunately he had a pillow within arm's reach that he could grab and shove down over his lap to cover himself, but it was far too late to not make it clear what he had been doing in the privacy of his room. And with both of your faces flushed to hell and back, you rushed out the door like you had turbo-powered engines on your ankles, an ear-piercing "Sorry!" echoing off your lips and down the corridors you raced through. 

That was a few days ago, and he hadn't looked at you since. If you heard anything about him, it was through Galo, and even then you heard very little since he appeared to be quite agitated for the last little while. 

You couldn't blame him, though. Having you walk in on him while he was so vulnerable had obviously struck a nerve, so even though it killed you not to be able to talk and laugh with your closest friend, it wasn't surprising that he wanted some distance while he worked these thoughts of his out. You had a sense that he had been hiding something from you for a while, but...you could never guess that it would be this. 

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, in fact, that you didn't even notice the man of the hour slipping into the common area of your shared living space, so busy poring over the events of the week that his voice was barely a whisper at your back.

"...Are you busy?"

Your head whipped around at full speed, the sight of him enough to make your heart flutter a bit. You shook your head "no" in reply, too nervous to try and open your mouth lest the words get jumbled up on your tongue. 

"Good. I need to talk to you." 

Lio stepped away and left through the doorway, his mouth saying nothing but his gestures telling you that you should follow. And you did, your cellphone abandoned on the coffee table as you got up like a woman possessed, and hustled to catch up with him until you were nearly walking on his heels. Seeing the top of his head was familiar, but having his hair uncombed like he'd just rolled out of bed was not--and you worried about what he was going to speak with you about, from the moment you got up off the sofa to the second that he shut his bedroom door behind the two of you, and didn't move to meet your eyes after as he muttered into the heavy silence. 

"Are you mad at me?"

He either couldn't bear to look at you, or he just didn't want you to see his face as he asked, and either way you wished that this whole accident had never happened. Nothing hurt you more than seeing Lio upset, or angry...nothing in the world could compare to the pain of seeing that hurt in his beautiful eyes. 

"...No, of course I'm not mad. I wouldn't get angry with you over something like that, Lio."

The best way to deal with it was to be candid with him, you figured. Lio always had a habit of letting his emotions get out of control, so sometimes it was best to be upfront and leave him no room for doubt...sometimes.

"...You should."

And sometimes that wasn’t the case at all, if the problem was big enough. 

"I won't, then. I've made that decision for myself."

Lio let out a deep sigh, and finally moved so he could turn and face you. But he kept his eyes cast towards the ground, clearly too perturbed to try and be honest with you while you were face-to-face. He always was better at expressing his feelings through action, instead of through words. 

"Why not? I've just proven everyone right. I'm…I'm not a Burnish anymore, but I still...I-I’m still...burning." 

He opened his hands, and by the way his fingers twitched, you knew he half-expected them to light up with flames like he’d done a million times before. He still felt those phantom aches of a power no longer harboured inside his body, and even if it had been more of a curse than a blessing at times, you found that it gave him a more hollow feeling after the Promare had disappeared from your world. 

As soon as he realized what he was doing, he clenched his fists and let them fall to his sides, his face dark as he averted his gaze again. Something wicked had pushed its way into his heart and taken control of him, and just like those times that you had seen him struggling to keep the fires within him from exploding, you watched as he tried to stay grounded while he was in your presence. 

"You shouldn't be my friend anymore. You shouldn't even look at me. I don't deserve to be anywhere near you, not when I can't control myself…"

If he wasn’t in his room already, this would probably be the point in the conversation that he would let himself get overwhelmed, and stalk off to his bedroom to sit and sulk. But he didn’t have anywhere else to go that you wouldn’t find him, and you took a careful step forward before you dared to open your mouth.

"Why not?"

"...You really want to know?"

His voice was strong but his knees trembled ever so slightly, and without the flames surrounding his body that he once used to protect himself from the world, looking down on Lio like this was like seeing a meek, frightened little boy. Having him look up at you with a shimmer to his eyes made that feeling grow even more, and when he reached up and took hold of your sleeve, you swore he wasn’t the same person that he was the day that you first met. 

"...I just want to be your everything. I want to be underfoot, wherever you are and whatever you're doing."

The small, soft whisper he spoke in was like he was telling you a secret, leaning in and hoping nobody else would be able to hear. And honestly you didn’t know what to think of it, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions...until you let your heart do the work instead of your brain, and your lips were moving before you could take time to decide whether it was really a good idea or not. 

"...Are you saying you want to be mine, Lio?"

You swore your heart stopped when you spoke up, and your world slowed to a halt as you waited for his answer. You knew in your soul what he wanted to say...but whether he would or not was a question you couldn’t answer. 

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, not daring to meet your eyes...but once he took a deep breath to steel himself, his voice was the only thing you felt resonate within your heart. 

"I’m saying that I...that I love you."

That was it. That was what you had guessed for awhile now...but it wasn’t until he said it out loud that you realized how long you had waited to hear it. Your feet moved on their own then, before you could think to do anything else, and by the time your hands were gripping his shoulders you had already accepted that this was how you wanted the outcome to be. 

"H-Hey, what--what are you doing…?”

Lio’s voice slipped downwards into a moan, as you nuzzled into his neck and left a trail of kisses over his skin, until you found the softest spot of his throat and sucked a deep mark into it, one that he’d never be able to hide. But despite his stern words, they were backed up only by a sweet voice, that crumbled as soon as you bit into him and laved your tongue over the sore spot. It was so easy to turn him around and walk him backwards--and once the back of his knees hit the bed, he collapsed like a wobbly little tree in the breeze, and squirmed underneath you as you pinned down his lithe body with nothing but your own. 

"Y-You shouldn't...don't look at me…"

He said as much, and yet there was next to nothing he could do about it, his arms wrapped around you and his face so close that you puffed out every breath you took against his cheek. And you could tell why he was anxious, especially with how dark his blush had gotten once you were on top of him--but you weren't going to stop, you refused to, not after you had been tortured by the memory of him touching himself while thinking of you. You were a living, breathing sex symbol for him, you had come to realize that...and being his friend, that would serve as quite the issue between you. However, as a lover...that would be a different circumstance altogether. 

Your fingers trailed up to meet his cheek, both to make sure he would keep his eyes on you, and so that you could test the give of his soft skin under your touch. Despite the sudden advancement of your feelings, you felt tentative, hesitant even--but the sight of his plush, pretty lips was too much for you to resist, and you leaned down to press against them with a gentle shift. 

"Mnh.."

Lio stiffened in that moment, his mouth occupied by a warm firmness like he'd never experienced--but you could tell by that quick beating of his heart that he enjoyed it nonetheless, even to the point that he brushed aside his own resistance and tilted his head down to deepen the kiss even more. Even when you pulled back he followed close behind, stretching up to chase your lips for another kiss, and another--he wouldn't be satisfied by your mouth alone, though, you knew that. He could kiss you all day...but there was something you both wanted that you knew would bring him to the light that he secretly craved. 

"Please show me, Lio,"

Your murmuring into his neck sent a shudder through his shoulders, his body so lean and toned underneath yours that you almost feared the wrong move would break him--but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t be all that upset about it if it happened.  

"Show me the face you were making while you were getting off to my pictures." 

If you weren’t completely on top of him, and your hands weren’t already starting to ease his pants down off his slim hips, he probably would have had a total meltdown out of embarrassment. His secret had been well kept for so long before you found out, but now that you were touching him in a way that he had only ever dreamed, he just whined softly into your hair as you finally slid his bottoms off and let them fall to the floor. 

From there, you had a brief interlude where Lio insisted on taking his shirt off as well, and in the process he helped you out of your own clothes with a healthy amount of eager hands on each other's bodies, and kisses that were fresh and new to both of you no matter how many you shared. By the time you were finally back to what you wanted to get to, and you shuffled yourselves further up the bed so you could lay atop him properly, Lio’s cheeks were thoroughly flushed and he was desperate to bring you closer again--and of course, how could you possibly find it within you to deny him, when he looked at you with eyes like that? 

“Nnh...i-it’s my first time, so..”

He trailed his fingertips down your sides, your body heat bringing him comfort as you felt his cock twitch against your backside. He insisted you do it this way, he probably would have begged for it if you made him, and it brought a smile to your face at the thought of him loving your height so much that he wanted you on top of him so badly. 

“..I’ve never had anyone touch me this way before. But even if it never happens again..”

It will, you thought. But you wouldn’t dare interrupt him, not while he was spilling his feelings to you in such a vulnerable state. 

“..I’ll enjoy this time. I’ll treasure it...I’ll treasure you...forever.” 

With that, he finally made the move to guide your hips down, and even the smallest graze of his cockhead against your slick folds made him whine without restraint. So in the end, you were the one who decided to take control, and lined yourself up to slowly sink down on his dick, every inch of his curve feeding into you easy and providing you a euphoria like you’d never experienced before. He just filled you out so perfectly, reaching your deepest spots without any trouble, and already pulsing against your clenching walls while he forced himself to focus on breathing properly. 

In and out, in and out...you raised your hips and let him feel the pull of your pussy as he breathed in, and pressed yourself back to take his cock in all over again with every breath out, watching him carefully even though the feeling of him spreading you out made your vision blur if you moved too fast. But even so, despite Lio arching his back up so his chest met with yours, and his eyes rolling back as he experienced such carnal pleasure for the first time, he kept a tight grip on your waist to make sure you never shifted too far away. The moment you bucked up hard enough for his cock to slip out, he whimpered and raised his hips up to make contact again, humping your behind until you managed to catch him on the rim of your pussy and let him slide back inside. 

He could barely even speak in this state, too busy with soundless gasps and moaning every time he felt you tighten around him or he rolled his hips in just the right way. With his heels digging into the mattress beneath him and his nails leaving little scratches on your skin, one might have even thought that he was being put upon against his will--but he wanted this, you knew now that he wanted this just as long as you did. Masturbating alone to bikini pictures of his best friend was the start, but you wanted to end it with Lio by your side forever, both to be your soulmate in this terribly cruel world, and as the man to warm your bed with sweet words and hot touches against your skin. 

“Lio, Lio...Lio, I love you, my little lion…” 

You spoke amongst breathy pants and pitchy gasps, your hands trailing up to tangle your fingers in his hair, and mess it up even more than it already was to complete the ruined look he worked so well. And in his effort to meet your touches, he tilted his head back in a haze, which gave you ample room to dip down and mark up his neck with all the feverish kisses you wanted. 

“Please,”

Like a man possessed, Lio dug his nails in deeper and pulled you down to meet his erratic thrusts, the smacking of your bodies moving as one filling the room but not enough to drown out his whiny pleas for mercy. And you smothered those pleas with your lips, swallowing each of his moans into your mouth as your tongues met in a feverish dance, and he arched up into the kiss and bit down on your lower lip like it would be his last time. He only moved faster, only fucked up into you harder, and only throbbed inside you more intensely the longer you went on--until he just couldn’t take anymore, and considering how fiery you were burning from your head all the way to your toes with need, neither could you. 

“Y-You’re my goddess...p-please...let me cum-!” 

Sweet boy had the thought to ask permission, but his body just couldn’t keep up with his own desires. Before he could even get it all out, you felt the pulsating twitch of his cock on the edge of bursting--and with one more show of affection left in you, you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips and let his tongue meet yours in a brief moment, before you squeezed him one last time and his thighs trembled violently with pleasing spasms. 

“Mhnn…”

Lio’s moan was swallowed up by your tongue on his, and his jetting spurts of cum painted your pussy white and filled you up like a molten core, before it eventually overflowed and spilled down his softening cock as you melted into his arms like jelly. 

Nothing would ever feel better than this, you were convinced. Spending your heavenly afterglow laying atop Lio’s chest was so like a dream that you feared you might wake up at any moment, but alas, your lover’s beating heart betrayed that reality as it gradually slowed down after reaching his peak. 

“I love you.”

It almost surprised you to hear him speak normally now, albeit a little softer and with less of a bite to his tone. Lio raised a hand to touch yours, still a little hesitant...but once he laced his fingers with yours and felt you give him a reassuring squeeze, he met you with a smile so genuine that none could ever rise to match it. Nobody could meet Lio’s level at all, at least in your adoring eyes--and if they tried, you doubted they’d ever stand against you both while you stood tall by his side.  

“...I love you too, my little lion.” 

[lemonlio]

I swear I’m not dead.

[bluetooththereptile]

Unwelcomed embrace

Yandere super family x neglected reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: Well since apprently you guys enjoy reading angst and neglect related fics,I've thought of making one for super family! If you guys like it there's the chance of making another part for this one as well!

Summary: As a not so hostile hero you are trying to find your place amongst other heros, but apprently going to higher rankes needs a veteran's support, but you are alone, and it's the reason why your wishes will be turned down. This makes you to lash out and start an storm that shakes your whole life!

Tw: mentions of past abuse and neglect and anger issues

"For God's sake Bart, can you stop babbling for a second?" You snapped at the flash boy, making him close his jaw quickly, looking away. Kaldur arched his brow at you, you were more snappy than usual, there must have been something in your mind that was bothering you, he knew something was wrong but didn't acknowledge it, pressing further would have resulted in an angrier you and a huge mess, he didn’t want that, especially now that you were in the justice palace.

You tapped your feet nervously as you tried to listen to the conversation going on in the meeting room, but the advanced technology on its walls muffled every sound and this made your mood even worse, making you furrow your brows deeply as you scowled, every second that passed more people around you stepped away, not wanting to get involved in your ranting. As a hero, you were known for your problematic anger issues, and if it wasn't for your efficient way of working and powers, you wouldn't be in the league at all, "We need protectors, not warriors!" Batman once had yelled at you when you had thrown a whole truck filled with criminals down the cliff, thankfully superman was there to take the truck, speaking of superman...he was in the meeting room as well, making you even more anxious, something told you that your hopes were going to be put down.

You took in a deep breath, trying to not think about negative things too much, you were going to become a superhero, there wouldn't be anything against that right? Minus those numerous records of destruction and disobedience of course. But there wouldn't be a problem if a veteran took you in, looking after you for a while so you wouldn't make more problems, but that was where your real concerns laid, none of them liked you. Your reputation as the illegitimate child of superman didn't help you that much, your mother's infamous deeds rubbed off his good name and presented you as a threat, your behavior didn't help much, for a person that was into plants you were too angry, always expecting something from the world you were born into by Poison Ivy, aka, your sweet mother.

She was so sweet that she left you behind, putting you in Superman's arms as a "gift". But Clark was already building up his own family, dating Lios Lane...he couldn't have a child out of nowhere from a "forced" affair pop into his life and ruin everything. You were not wanted by anyone, and your life seemed pointless at the age of just 11 days old. Clark couldn't let you go through the normal adoption process, no normal family would take a half Kryptonian, half magical nymph into their home, so he decided to give his green child a chance, he decided to let Lois know about you, so she could take care of you, but what a young busy woman without any experience with babies can do with a baby that has special powers?  The whole thing was doomed to end in disaster.

At just 6 months old, finally, Clark gave you up for adoption services, you were not made to be in his family, your constant screams, crying, and need for attention annoyed the couple, but now that you thought about it, apparently Lois did not like to have the child of another woman in a crib, next to her bed, you were proof of her lover's affair and she didn't like that at all, and Clark, he was ashamed of having you around for obvious reasons. So you were given up, like a piece of furniture. Months later, When Lois's job crisis ended, she'd come to her senses, it was not your fault that you were born that way, but it was too late...you were given to a family already. But Clark could come and take you away! But he didn't.

It was nice, at least for some years, that your parents kept up with you, knowing your situation. Your mother loved plants and you would pop a rose for her daily, to see her smile, and her smile brightened your small heart. Your father, a strict but kind man, loved his wife, and seeing her happy made him feel good as well, so you, the reason for her happiness, were precious to him. Until the day your mother died in an accident, and your father went into depression. His friends introduced him to liquor and well...let's just say it didn't end in something good. Your anxiety and anger issues were the results of your father's abuse. It turned so bad that you left home at the age of 15, flying away to find your real father.

You were smart, you could see your powers were familiar with someone else's, superman, that was why you decided on following him around, only to find out his true identity, and where he lived. But it was not like how you had imagined, your real father, Clark, had a son of his own now, and his family seemed so happy, you felt by showing up you'd ruin their happiness, but you decided on knocking on the door in the end, you couldn't deny yourself, you needed love and happiness as well!

But you were not greeted warmly. "Tell that woman I don't want to do anything with her!" Clark said as he pushed you away from the door frame so Lois couldn't see you. "B-but my mother is dead!" You said, now shivering, your green skin not showing how pale you were, your foster father was a scary man, but the man of steel was much more terrifying. Clark didn't believe you, he had been manipulated before, and a teenager was not going to fool him again. So you have pushed away, now being on your own.

Life was not easy on you at all. That was why you decided to become a hero so you could be great, so you could be heard and seen, you saw all of those magazines and headlines of superheroes, and you wanted to be like them, you wanted to be loved again, but the world was not going to show it's a good side to you.

The door of the meeting room opened, and members of the justice league walked out one by one, you tried your best to not jump in and ask about the result, looking desperately to batman as he walked toward you and other members of the young justice league. "The chosen one this time will be Red Robin." Tim smiled in disbelief as others cheered for him, but you felt as if your whole world crashed down on you. What? After all of that effort, you had put into getting close to wonder woman now this was what you were getting?

You approached Diana "This is not what we had made a deal on!" You said not so calmly "You are not ready." Diana said, making you groan "I've passed every damned test you had set up for me...now you are telling me I am not ready?" Diana sighed "You have to work on your anger management Y/N, your record is not clear enough!" You scoffed "It's not that! You all just want me to stay in the lower league to use me!" You yelled, now getting everyone's attention "You are all just a bunch of pricks that care about your friendships more than people's worth! Red Robin was chosen because he's Bateman's son, no one wants to have me here!"

"Come on Y/N, don't whine like little kids!" Conner said, making you glare at him "You shut up clone!" You insulted him, now saying what was in your mind for a long time, Conner's existence angered you to no end, Clark had taken his clone in, but not you! Why? He even had taken in a piece of dumb meat named Bizzaro and not you! Why? WHY? The question circled in your mind as your eyes found superman, who was looking at the whole ordeal with a worried look. Since the time you had joined in, he always was worried, he now could see the errors of what he had done, but it was too late...too late.

You punched Conner in the face, still not having the courage to attack Clark himself, so you took it upon his son's anger making you see red. Conner attacked you as well and soon you two were a bloody mess, punching each other, Conner was taken back by your friends as you were put down with help of Diana and Bruce. "You are suspended Y/N!" Bruce said "I don't fucking care!" You hissed, the taste of your blood on your tongue, as you were taken away, your powers suppressed with the use of kryptonate.

.....

"What do you want?" You mumbled as you saw Superman's large frame in the shadows, you tried to make yourself steady, your mind being not in the right state since you had inhaled too much pollen, trying to take your misery away, your foster father's impression on you still followed you in your late teen years. "Y/N, we can talk...you are taking it so hard on yourself!" Clark walked closer to you, now giving up his attention, fully. You couldn't help but chuckle at that as you tried to make yourself stay steady, you were out of the league for six months now, this time was enough for Clark and his family to realize your situation, you were giving up everything you had built for years.

"I don't care!" You said, chuckling bitterly as you sniffled more pollen, your vision turning blur. Clark reached out to you, but you refused his touch. "I wanted to be great...and I will be...just wait and see...I will be...one way or another!" Clark thought of what you were saying as result of the pollen drug but he didn't know what was in your mind "Y/N, you're not in the best condition to talk, let's get you somewhere safe so you can take that stuff out of your system!"

"No touching!" You slapped his hand away as you sat on a bench, the bushes around you slowly engulfing your body, Clark watched this and it felt like you were fading away "We'll meet again Superman..."your middle finger raised to let him know what you thought of him, and it was not good, at all. You'd meet him soon...

[matoitech]

i dont think i want your lio headcanons yandere-daydreams

[lost-my-plot]

"It's Just The Spindle"

I'm a thirsty bitch for angst. So welcome to the first of many parts for twisted x a cursed reader (with the help of a friend each dorm will have a slightly different curse) I'm starting with malleus and the curse is very similar to sleeping beauty. I'll try to keep on top of getting these out.

PS. This took so long I got really excited about researching how spinning wheels work.

-creamy

Reader has he/him pronouns though this can be enjoyed by any. Reader is not mc!!

Tw: angst, mentions of depression, violence, slight yandere

The day was late a gentle glow gave peace in the dorm. Some attend to their studies; one naps among the animals, the tiny world of the dorm seems to be at peace. Though a single student has an unexpected fate they are about to face.

Y/n lurks around the unused halls of the dorm his heart singing a song leading him to a unknown destination. His heels echo through the quiet halls softy reaching few ears, a Prince's ear picks up on the clicks and spikes his interest. Leaving the unfinished work behind, Malleus moves to find the unfortunate heart that wonders.

The beating of the mortals heart grew in volume the song taking over his mind; as the s/c hand wrapped around the cold metal handle, the dragon Fae reached the human friend, the human who holds the strings of his heart without knowledge. Green eyes watch the near hypnotized man turn the handle and pushes open a long forgotten door, to a barren room void of anything but an old Saxony spinning wheel covered in dust and webs it's bobbin half filled with yarn while, the wool laid spread around the tool as if there was haste when the maiden who once spun it abandoned it.

Malleus's heart froze seeing y/n wonder in, the glossed look in his eyes made the Royal release exactly what was taking place. The sleeping curse. The same, or atleast similar, curse that his grandmother placed on a princess many a century ago. Before he could think his legs were carrying him towards the competitively younger man, yelling out for them as he passed the border of the room. The familiar voice pulling the cursed back to reality however, it was to late as he turned his head to look the left ring finger landed on the spindle and it was over. With a slight lack of grace the h/c man fell back knocking the ancient wheel with him it hitting the ground, breaking with echoing loud crack. Malleus caught the sleeping man before he landed.

Between the wheel's crash and Malleus's grief filled wailing the whole of Diasomnia was alert, their previously peaceful afternoon was now a night of curiosity. Lilia, having an idea as to what had happened, with Sebek and Silver made swiftly towards to the distressed Prince.

The two taller men pulled their broken friend way from the human that has caused this heartache, Lilia quickly took y/n's heavy lifeless body and placed him on the ground; getting an unexpected and frankly out of character roar from Malleus as tears pooled at his chin and his legs grew weaker. Silver silently told Sebek what he wanted to do before gently bringing the dragon down to the ground where he could safely continue his agonizing cries while being held by people he sees as his family. Looking over y/n Livia's suspicions were proven true, the cure. The Fae y/n grew up under did inform him of this though he never did believe it; why would a peasant family in counter and Fae with such power, and how had they angered them? This question weren't important now, he had to comfort Malleus and start work on how to save you.

The dorm was near silent again but this dorm the only sound was the mourning the Prince, for the first week seemed to be handling as many. he didn't stay by the sleeping corpse when his peers came by giving gifts to be placed around the soft bed he rest some would stay longer speaking to those who slumber as if he'll respond; he never did. Teachers came by as well few leaving things most there to help Malleus work on a way to free you. Leona even came by shortly, it was clear that this lost has hurt most in the school.

As time passes the answers never seem to show itself, though many continue trying to remind him of the original tale of his grandmother, he simply refuses. He doesn't want to accept that the true love kiss may not be from his pale lios; there has to be another way. Lilia tries to keep his 'child' together and safe taking him out on walks at night, while silver watches over y/n. Despite these efforts Prince malleus breaks more and more until the final crack.

The doors to his room, as well as the stairs leading up the tower to it have been blocked and filled by large roses and their thorns creating a near death trap for those who don't have the aid a strong teleportation spell or broom but even those are risky their own two people who the vines move for: Lilia, silver and when they do he's usually reading more and more books on curse's or sleeping alongside y/n hands interlocking are tears visible on his face; the food they left on their last visit was barely touched. The Prince's own room hasn't being used since ye fell its covered in dust with the smell of what once was, the sound of y/n laugh still echoing off those walls; it was hunting to walk pass.

Years it's been years your body stay the same just barely breathing eye closed gently enough that one would believe they were to open any second. However he knows better know but why, why had he left him, why didn't y/n tell him of this. he would have protected him, if he Had then he wouldn't be where he is now: A ruined castle covered in vines of thorns, alone. Even with his 'family' he's alone without him, with out the man he loves. "maybe my kiss will wake him... I have nothing more to try" the mumble was his last hope.

Pushing the h/c out of the beautiful face he leans in closing his eyes. If this doesn't work he shall live his long life without love, without what he wanted most. His lips y/n' touch lightly.

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Knox didn’t need to open his eyes to see that Syo had become one with the flood also, judging by how he rattled his poor brain - motor-functions were either falling apart or vice versa, they knocked one another down with some weird negative to negative energy, magnet - maybe it was positive to positive? There wasn’t a suspecting clue, all Knox did was lay there with partial breathing, searching around the darkness behind his eye lids. The only thing he could comprehend is that Syo appeared to be following his advice, thank god. His brows furrowed into a brief glare, indirectly with closed lids. His expression only bare so for only so long until he heard him speak. Knox didn’t reply - not yet that was, his vessel was jammed by this point and even his poor serpent mind behind it wasn’t following this blue screen very good.

It was a bit strange Syo wasn’t as loud as he was prior, at least Knox wasn’t cringing like he had just scratched a chalkboard. But the whisper wasn’t hard for him to hear anyways. Of course what he was to come to see as soon as he opened his eyes, it would’ve made him jump if he was an ordinary person. Instead he shut his eyes tightly for a solid second before peeking his useful one open a little bit - in a way of; ‘if I close my eyes and open them, maybe he’s just an ocular hallucination and he looked like a total idiot.’ That wasn’t the case. No matter how close Syo leaned in though, the serpentine didn’t bother fighting against it. Easily though he could feel the chill, even by the grab of his hand prior. Glacial. “I don’t think you need to be so close when you ask someone that... Whoever you are.” Knox’s features flinched a bit against stray strands that fell, making his face ticklishly twitch but no cracked smile. “I don’t know how to answer your question. Your lack of heat signature is mildly concerning though. I’m cold blooded, but not that cold.”

Knox added, though his tone sounded less like anything actually. Quite monotone, he was tolerating the closeness for now at least - it’s not like he doesn’t invade people’s space. A certain head of white hair and skittle eyes to be exact. Nevertheless, Knox snorted a gust of hot air from his nose like a provoked bull - but only to blow a few strands away. If he didn’t think so clearly, his stupidly curious mind would’ve already chewed on a strand for the sake of wonder. He didn’t of course. For now it was just too close.

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However it did hurt Knox as well even if it’s agitation numbed most the pain, the more things seemed to relax, the more the pain started buzzing throughout his skull - wincing a bit by the twitch of his eyes. His vessel was sturdy and he wasn’t bothered by too much pain, but that was generally uncomfortable. Only for now did he decide to brace all Syo’s blade even while he relaxed, his weight was nothing to Knox. Of course, he was going to keep him hoisted if he liked to beat someone - he preferred the awfully, too close for comfort. For the moment after he started to come through, all he could see were crack streams in his glasses that hardly could make out cyan ones that finally managed to open. He squinted though while he spoke, anticipating more mockery or something out of line - but naught.

Knox didn’t turn to condescending as Syo was a sputtering fool to him, he was kinda hoping that he knocked him out and simply sit him in the hallway. Given the look on the serpent’s face, it was actually a bit strained and almost tired now - first glance. The speech was a little difficult to filter, though he figured as much he hurt not only his forehead, but also his tongue. Nothing less expected but it was almost pathetic really. “Figures. I’ll just get new ones.” Knox muttered, but not in the former disgust as he felt earlier. Strange anyhow, watching him simply cozy up where he was now. The guessing latter, attentive care. Seemed more reasonable than some psycho even if that’s what he came off more as. Truly he lost all reason to really continue bashing on the poor man, Knox had some reason and rationality even if he had a fit there for a moment - unfortunately, it made his vessel tired after that. All he could really do is watch his mannerisms to try and understand what and why.

His attention was caught further though, the word - not really coming together in his head really as the serpentine furrowed his brows. He wasn’t too set off by it nor his follow up words, making him grunt in response in a way to try and brush it off. “Sound much too giddy for someone that doesn’t have their bearings.” While eyes seemed to be too busy prying into dazed ones, they shifted towards the glisten of drool that trickled, making him pause briefly. Truly was a pathetic sight to see, so much to prod a reaction out of the serpent - just to be a drooling fool that seemed to be able to fall asleep in his hold if he felt like it. Knox released Syo’s hand just so it could come to the corner of his lip to thumb away the straying drool, cleaning him of it before pinching the edge of his jaw - just so he could open his mouth a little bit. No traces of blood, but to assess damage, Knox let out a strained exhale before closing his eyes. There’s no joy in this, strangely enough coming from someone like him that sunk into the recess of his mind. Let alone feeling that way, Knox pushed his chin up to keep his mouth closed, making sure his tongue wasn’t in the way but he held it closed there now before opening his eyes again. “Chin up, still tongue, it’ll feel better and take the numbness away.” Spoken sternly, he lowered the grip he had on Syo’s collar - settling him rather carefully on the floor before all else— Knox stepped back once before letting all his weight fall, falling backwards and landing on his back with a heavy thud that made even the disposable cup jump a little bit, messing up the ruined glasses of his that sat on his face to crooked. Simply laying like a starfish on the floor now with his eyes closing for now while he shook his head to throw his glasses off to the side. The serpentine needed a moment. There was a lot of inner thinking now.

      His mushy brain soup was still swirling around in his skull following the thud and his dizziness was visible in the way his limp head swayed from side to side, like a boat nudged by the crashing waves.

      When the calloused hand approached him, his eyes flinched shut, expecting something terrible to follow the grip at his jaw. With no will to struggle against the prodding, he let it happen - and to his surprise, instead of mauling, it was the sweet attentive care he so desired to receive. Here he thought he was going to get his jaw ripped clean off. The advice, however tuned out it might have been by a slight ringing in his ears, was heeded with a heavy gulp and a shuddering hum of approval.

      As soon as his feet met the ground, his knees gave in right away like wobbling jello. Needless to say, he would join Knox on the floor moments after with a thud of his own, although audibly lightweight in comparison.

      For once in his life, the buffoon was speechless. His stupid awestruck expression gawked at the fallen subject, as if he were David who had just defeated Goliath with a pebble. In reality, Syo had done absolutely nothing but be a punching bag. But for a few minutes, he dared not move nor utter a single word (mostly because he couldn’t without sounding like a hillbilly) and allowed the Keter to rest. A strange, hideous feeling was tugging at his heartstrings - they were both spitefully sipping guilt from the remorse goblet.

      ❝…Hey, man. You okay down there?❞, he murmured a whispered question as soon as his tongue was back in one solid piece. When Knox were to open his eyes, he’d be greeted by two shining cyan jewels staring back at him from a proximity some would call “too close for comfort”. His face slowly came nearer, the unnatural cold bouncing off of Knox’s own cheek like a winter breeze. A few strands of magenta hair would drape over his features in Syo’s silly attempt at checking for breath - he damn right thought he killed a man by the sheer toughness of his skull.