#yandere ne zha

[itsabouttimex2]

i do like definitions!! i do!!! i AM a definition reader!!!! (<- guy who just read through the yandere bullfam bot)

Honestly, it makes my day that you guys read my definitions! I’m really glad I left them as public view- it’s fun to know that people read my stuff, even on other sites!

Also: yandere meme drop!

[yanderes-galore]

I don't know if I can still request but how about a yandere Sun Wukong with a successor of Nezha!darling where instead of Nezha guarding the scroll of Samadhi, it was darling? (It would also bring more angst if darling and Wukong were close friends till something happened and now darling despises his guts!) (Also slight Platonic Yandere!Nezha who sees darling as his little Sibling would be nice toooo)

Sure! Wasn't sure what pairing was for Wukong, so I just did romantic.

Yandere! Sun Wukong with Ne Zha Successor! Darling

(FT. Platonic! Ne Zha)

Pairing: Romantic (Sun Wukong)/Platonic (Ne Zha) - Rivalry Themes

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Violence, Possessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Implied forced relationship.

When Wukong last met you, you weren't Ne Zha's successor.

You are a celestial similar to Ne Zha, but you were originally just friends or something close to siblings then.

Before Wukong was kicked from the Celestial Realm, all three of you were close.

One could consider you friends.

Ne Zha always saw you like a sibling, Wukong could tell how strict and protective Ne Zha was with you.

It was even to the point Wukong could barely be playful with you without Ne Zha stepping in like a guardian does.

You weren't as strict and stern as Ne Zha when Wukong knew you.

You humored his mischievous and playful nature.

You didn't mind when the mystic monkey clung to you, wrapping his tail around you as he chattered about various topics.

You liked to listen to his stories...

You liked him.

Yet when he was kicked from the Celestial Realm, Wukong rarely saw you after that.

In fact, he didn't see you until he needed the Samadhi Fire.

Granted, the monkey missed you more than he'd like to admit.

It's been years and even before he was banished, Ne Zha could tell Wukong was crushing on you.

Ne Zha always tried to discourage him from pursuing you.

But it's always hard to change Sun Wukong, The Monkey King's mind.

Wukong should've known Ne Zha would take a successor based on how he viewed you.

After all, Wukong took in MK.

He never thought he'd have to fight you.

Especially when the world's in danger.

Yet, despite his fears, Wukong meets you again....

He wants to be happy when he sees you...

Unfortunately, you're a guardian with Ne Zha now.

It pains him.

Your first encounter in a long time is when he's trying to steal the Samadhi Fire map.

You look much more mature and stern now.

It almost irritates him that Ne Zha tried to train you in his image... but he's also thankful you're safe after all this time.

Imagine if Wukong doesn't take your entire fight seriously.

Like usual he's playful, despite the stress he feels.

Considering his feelings towards you, he may even be flirtatious, complimenting you as he tries to get the scroll.

He has to cut out such behavior when Ne Zha makes an appearance, glaring the Monkey King down.

I imagine you, like Ne Zha, are going to get dragged into helping defeat Lady Bone Demon.

Know what that means?

You get to spend time with both your mentor and old friend.

While they get to fight with one another.

Ne Zha is not keen on the idea of letting Wukong close to you again.

He not only doesn't want Wukong's mischievous rubbing off on you, but he doesn't like the fact you fought the Monkey King either.

Ne Zha really is like an overprotective sibling to you.

You two may not be blood related, but you're both celestials.

Meanwhile, Wukong just likes to pester you both.

You the most, often bringing up the past and trying to coax you into speaking with him.

Why so mad? He's saving the world again!

Don't you care for him?

Until you defeat LBD, Wukong is no doubt given the cold shoulder.

Before he's possessed, Wukong is incredibly affectionate.

He's missed you, often clinging to you and introducing you to all his friends.

He even shows you to MK, acting like you and him are meant to be partners (mates?).

Only for you to push him away, shaking your head, saying you're just friends while Wukong pouts.

He's a very playful yandere.

Perhaps a bit delusional too.

Wukong, like most animalistic yanderes, probably also secretly scents you like a cat.

Each hug is accompanied by him rubbing his cheek against you with small chitters.

He used to do this years ago, too.

In this case it's also a display of dominance to Ne Zha, who just grows increasingly irritated when Wukong does something with you.

You get a break from his behavior when LBD takes control of Wukong.

The monkey had intended to protect you, only for you to save him with MK and the others.

When the LBD threat is gone, you are free to go back to the Celestial Realm.

In fact, Ne Zha encourages you to go back so you're back in his care and can continue your duties.

Sun Wukong, however?

You're practically tackles, the mystic monkey begging you to stay awhile longer.

Do you really want to go back to guarding the Celestial Realm?

You should stay here!

Wukong may even say you saved him, even when you correct him and say MK and the rest did most of the work.

You're so tired of Wukong pretending like there's nothing wrong between you.

You still dislike him and Wukong is still infatuated.

Imagine if Ne Zha decides to stay just so you're not out of sight.

He hates the idea of leaving you with Wukong.

You two may hate each other now, but he worries Wukong will try to convince you to stay out of the Celestial Realm at some point.

There's so much tension between you three.

You dislike Wukong, Ne Zha dislikes Wukong for the stunts he pulled recently, meanwhile Wukong loves you and finds pleasure in annoying Ne Zha.

Wukong would simultaneously tell Ne Zha to relax while nearly constricting you with his arms and tail.

Ne Zha is always on the brink of losing it despite how stoic he is.

Not surprised if the two physically fight when Wukong tries to coax you into staying longer.

Wukong is a clingy, playful, and possessive yandere.

Part of him is quite envious that Ne Zha still gets to have you every day in the Celestial Realm.

Meanwhile Ne Zha is protective and stern, constantly trying to shut down Wukong's behavior.

Wukong's so tired of this.

He wants nothing more than to pluck you from the Celestial Realm and keep you with him.

Why can't you love him back?

Why do you still focus on duty?

Why can't you be like you were before?

You barely even humor him anymore, just glare.

Wukong is determined to convince you to like, no, love him.

Ne Zha can try to stop him, but Wukong has always been stubborn.

Sun Wukong will find a way to make you his again, just like you were long ago...

Even if you hate him... you'll give in at some point once he breaks that wall of yours, right?

"You're not leaving me again, peaches... Never again...."

[kinkandkreep]

Yandere!Ao Bing Headcanons- Ancient and Modern verse

So, what can you expect with both Ancient and Modern Ao Bing as your yandere “lover”?

Ancient Ao Bing

Lots of clinginess- Ao Bing is extremely clingy. Like, I cannot stress this point enough, he will essentially be your other half, and not necessarily in a romantic way. He loves to be near you, but even being in the same space as you isn’t quite enough. No, he needs to be like, beside you, sitting in your lap, draped over your back near you. 

Lots of cuddles and affection- Along with the first point, Ao Bing will absolutely drown you in cuddles and affection, every opportunity to do so he gets. He just adores you so, so, so much, and he wants to express it all the time. 

Lots of supervision- Ao Bing (at least in my opinion) always has this look of apprehension on his face, and that makes me think that, as it relates to you, the cause of this look is the fear that any number of things can and will harm you. Because of this, Ao Bing barely lets you step foot outside of y’alls home without him being right there to supervise and make sure nothing untoward happens.

Lots of uncertainty- To somewhat accompany the last point, Ao Bing is a person who is very dependent on the thoughts and opinions of others. Now as time passes and he matures, others affect him less and less, but the need never fully abandons him. And he especially cares about your opinion. With this being the case, you’ll find that Bing Bong can rarely make decisions when you’re around without your input. So, essentially, never. And though he won’t ever ask for it outright, he’ll almost always need you to reassure and comfort him whenever he’s feeling not so confident. 

Extremely mild, almost nonexistent punishments- Ancient!Ao Bing has a godly amount of patience. For most things, but especially for you. This being the case, once he abducts you (and in all likelihood, he will be abducting you at some point) he'll be very forthcoming and understanding of your frustration at your newfound situation. Even still, he knows he can't just let you throw fits and isolate yourself/ignore him, so if, and depending on your constitution, when he punishes you, he does so very gently (and admittedly, probably with a fair amount of tears 🙃). 

Modern!Ao Bing 

A fair amount of sadism- Just from looking at modern day Ao Bing, I can tell he's a bit (or maybe more than a bit 🙃) of a sadist. I could get all into psychoanalyzing why that is but for the sake of brevity, I won't. Just know that he maybe sorta kinda likes to see you in pain, and he also maybe sorta kinda likes to be the cause of it. 

A good amount of spoilage- This may come as a surprise, but Modern!Ao Bing actually really likes to shower you with gifts. From expensive jewelry to precious gems and the finest clothes and dining, if you ask, and even if you don't, he will provide. (You may have to bribe him a lil' with a kiss or two on occasion, but usually he's pretty good about just gifting you things without an ultimatum.) 

Constant supervision- Ao Bing is terrified of losing you. There, I said it. With this being the case, he will always have someone keeping track of you, to 1.) make sure you can't escape and 2.) make sure no hurt, harm or danger has befallen you (😂).

Some sporadic at best- but more severe than his ancient counterpart’s, punishments- Modern!Ao Bing is not shy about the fact that if you step out of line, he will punish you. Not too too severely, but depending on how heinous the offense, you can end up with some bruises not gone hold you. 🤷🏾‍♀️ That said, it’s not often that Modern!Ao Bing can be bothered to actually take the time out of his life to punish you physically, so most times he’ll just throw some scathing words or a dark glance your way and call it a day. 

That’s all I got for ya boi Bing Bong for now y’all! I’m positive I’ll have more in the future, so be on the lookout for that (also, the way I been had these in my drafts for I kid you not like a year and a half at least, is crazy. 🙃) And if you haven’t already and are curious, check out Ne Zha on Netflix to see both Ao Bing’s in action! 👋🏾

[ebonystarfall]

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Hi!!! I partnered with a friend of mine to make this blog!(—Owner 1)

I begged for her email and now I’m forced to write this in her basement (—Owner 2)

Questions:

Q: What is this blog about?

— A: This is dedicated to writing LMK (Lego Monkie Kid) content, such as headcanons, oneshots, and character x reader stuff!

Q: Will you write about canon x canon?

— A: No, neither of us plan to write canon x canon…we’re sorry if that’s what you were hoping to look for!

Q: Which characters will you write about?

— A: Red Son, Nezha (Or Ne Zha depending on who you ask), Peng, Azure Lion, Kui Mulang, Ao Lie, Not Mayor, Syntax, maybe Spider Queen, Chang’e, and nobody else. (Update: Xianliu)

Q: What won’t you write?

— A: Smut, heavy gore, nsfw in general, minor x adult and other concerning things like that, yandere, and angst (I know we will write it on our CRK blog but we won’t do it here)

(Edit: we do angst.)

Q: Why won’t you write about Macaque, Wukong, or anyone else?

— A: Owner 1 is petty and doesn’t plan on writing about characters who has an INSANE amount of content (and also doesn’t really care about the others that weren’t mentioned), and Owner 2 only watched the show for their faves. Also because we don’t wanna mischaracterize the ones who are so popular to not look stupid 💜

Both of us are planning to make this blog more organized then the one about Cookie Run… (cough cough…this one)

(We won’t abandon that blog we swear)

(EDIT: We abandoned that hell of a mess)

[lotusconstellation]

Introduction

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Greetings and salutations everyone! My name is Lotus, my pronouns are They/He.

I am a multi-fandom writer, I haven’t posted anything but I do write a lot in my spare time and I would be happy if you guys sent in suggestions or request on what I should write.

For now, the fandom’s I will write for is

-Lego Monkie Kid (LMK)

-The Stanley Parable

-The Monkey King: Reborn

-New Gods: Ne Zha Reborn

-Markiplier egos

-Septiceye egos

-Stardew Valley

(Will add more in future)

I do have to warn you: !!Updates will be slow!!

I struggle with motivation a lot, and I also overthink a lot when I write so please, be patient with me.

I have a few important things to say before I move onto what I will and will not write:

This is a gender-neutral blog. All readers will be classified as gender-neutral or if you are transgender. If you want something specific, then you will have to DM me.

I also write for myself, writing my comfort characters x my persona and will probably post some of my work on here. I am not entirely comfortable with writing others personas or OC’s just yet but I am not opposed to doing so, if you would like me to write any OC’s, self inserts, or persona’s, please DM me and we’ll discuss it!!

This applies to my do's and don'ts, but this is very important for everyone to hear. Do not request anything that goes against the creators wishes, especially if you know that your request is going to be against their boundaries. If you do so, I'm going to say no. We need to respect everyone's boundaries, including the creators! They have every right to have a set of boundaries and should be respected.

What I will write:

-Fluff

-Implied Suggestive content (depending on the fandom I am writing for)

-Yandere Content

-X reader

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

What I will NOT write:

-Incest

-P*dophilia

-Character x Character

-Any serious topics such as sexual harassment, r@pe, self harm (this one might have an exception), etc

-Smut

One more important thing. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK AND CREDIT ME IF YOU DECIDE TO SHARE MY WORK

That’s all, have a good Day/Afternoon/Night! Hope to write for you soon! 💜💜💛💛

[spaghettimachete]

Heyya, this is my first ever tumblr account so here’s a little self introduction!

You can call me Noodle, my pronouns are She/He/They (No Preference) and I’m just here to post fanfiction and the occasional doodle.

• Requests are currently : ᎾᏢᎬN

Here is what I will and will not do for writing!

ᏔᏆᏞᏞ ᏔᎡᏆᎢᎬ

♡ Y/N x Character

♡ Headcanons

♡ One shots

♡ Scenarios

♡ Drabbles (if I like the prompt enough lmao)

♡ Yandere <- ᴸᴼᵂᴱᵞ ᶠᴬᵛᴼᴿᴵᵀᴱ

♡ Fluff

♡ Angst

ᏔᎾN'Ꭲ ᏔᎡᏆᎢᎬ

✧ NSFW

✧ Character suicide (mention is ok but not full detail)

✧ OC x Character

✧ Anything Pedophilic

✧ Anything Incestious

If something you have in mind isn’t in my “Will”s or “Won’t”s, don’t be afraid to request it! I’ll either fulfil the request or kindly state why I won’t, this is a no judgement zone. :}

FᎪNᎠᎾᎷ'Ꮪ ᎢᎻᎪᎢ Ꮖ ᏔᎡᏆᎢᎬ FᎾᎡ

(I will add more later on but I’m starting off with just these two)

✰ Undertale (Any AU)

✰ Lego Monkie Kid (Anyone but Ne Zha)

Y/N will use gender neutral pronouns <3

[itsabouttimex2]

you’ve dragged me into the LEGO monkey kid fandom

so I was wondering macaque with a healer kid? If that’s not too much

I’m very sorry but I love your writing

Little Healer Headcanons

Macaque and Ne Zha

(I always love hearing that I got someone into Monkie Kid- it’s one of the things that makes me happiest to read!)

You spend a lot of your time patching this guy up- by design. Since Macaque has an adorable little friend to mend his injuries, why should he temper his powers? The sable simian never bothers to hold back in the slightest.

Macaque goes out of his way to go overboard, knowing that his dear white mage will be there for him with a stave and a worried frown.

Unfortunately for him, it seems to be that you have a longer line of clients and customers than ever before- not that it’s really a surprise.

Someone was on the other side of all those fights he was winning, after all~

And he’s willing to leave a few more bruises if the crowd can’t part for him fast enough- after all, Macaque will always be first in line to receive your services.

And sure, maybe he’ll ignore your squawking and protesting when he forces you to shut down the itty-bitty clinic (probably just an unlicensed street stall) early to get in a good snuggle, “repaying the favor” by tossing you over his shoulder and heading home so he can coddle you like his own child.

He’ll force you to take breaks by jamming stolen handheld consoles into your hands, setting you up with slow turn-based games and decoration simulators to slowly lull you into a cozy sleep- all while resting your head in his lap, of course- he’s gotta get that fatherly skinship in.

Plies you with healthy snacks and fruit-infused water made to keep one’s energy and health up, ensuring that you’ll always be at the top of your game- but only for him, of course!

If you ever do come around to calling him “dad”, he’s going to be over the moon- in his own subtle way.

He’ll sneak into your room late at night, Rumble and Savage casing the perimeter, and… press a soft kiss to your forehead, snap a little tracker-embedded bracelet around your wrist…

And then drag you off the bed and take you home for good.

Oh, he loves you so, so much.

Assuming that you, as a healer, fall into the “white-hearted healing cutie” stereotype, then you are Ne Zha’s de-facto favorite person.

He finally has someone who stays out of trouble and does as told? He finally has someone who listens to his commands and acts when told to act? Someone loyal and sweet and obedient?

Perfect.

“As always,” he says frequently, one hand on your head, “I am proud of your efforts to serve our realm.”

“Thank you,” is your return, polite and curt. It earns you another head pat, though Ne Zha is always careful not to muss your hair.

“Very good. I’ll send in the next soldier.”

This is the life he’s built for you, safe and slow and useful.

And with him by your side the days drift and bleed, every moment of your time micromanaged and utilized.

It’s rare to get a break unless you work yourself to the point of sickness, at which point he’ll tuck you in with a mug of hot tea and a small basket of fruit on the bedside and “Maybe a bowl of those noodles from that mortal store you like, if you behave yourself, Y/N.”

He tries to be sweet and gentle, but Ne Zha still has a temper and is still very stressed out by the stunts of the Monkie Kids- it’s not impossible that he’ll snap and take his anger out on you.

And though this is pretty much the literal worst thing he’d ever do to you (aside from MAYBE a very mild flogging given the Celestial Realm practices that in the novel? It doesn’t fit with his character at all to any degree so I’m split. He seems more like a non-physical lecturer) it still hurts like hell to work so hard and be so good and still get punished for something that wasn’t even your fault.

And Ne Zha feels like trash afterwards but is too proud too apologize, and regardless is too worried that he’d lose his control over you if he treated you like an equal and outright said “sorry”, so he just takes a trip to the mortal realm and buys you something hot and fried.

He’ll wrap the grease-stained paper in a cloth sack to prevent any confused stares that might arise in the Celestial Realm, and book the horrid food down to your room.

Though the quality leaves quite a bit to be desired, and the healthy value makes him want to scream and slap the burger from your hands…

You’ve stopped sniffling.

And that’s enough for him

[itsabouttimex2]

[itsabouttimex2]

What Characters scruffs the reader

Yandere Scruff Chart

(I can elaborate on any characters in the comments if anyone wants)

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Yandere LMK Texts

[itsabouttimex2]

Heavenly Refuge

(Made to pair with one of my Ne Zha bots!)

This is not where you belong. This is a paved land of gold and white, stark and sparkling. What little life there is that’s been allowed to grow is stifled, under thick restriction. Koi fish in opulent fountains. Peach trees in a rigid row. Sacred flowers in little silver pots. But there is no true freedom for these little living things- each one is under strict maintenance.

Like yourself, then.

So short a time ago had you been plucked from the mortal realm by a Celestial Prince, his appearance heralded by a blushing fire divine. The soft light raged high, and fervent footsteps beat against the fertile ground, and the air filled with the scent of… lotus.

Ne Zha, as you would come to know him.

Marshal of the Central Altar. Third Lotus Prince.

“Y/N! Get down from there!”

Sometimes you wondered if maybe it wasn’t a spear that the warrior wielded, but instead a stick with which to constantly jam up his own-

“Y/N!” He repeats, pink fire racing around him in anger. “I will not say it again! Come down from that peach tree this instant!”

No doubt that the stern prince wished to bestow upon you another lesson of manners and dignity, to teach you the way of the Celestial Realm. Perhaps this time it would be on the matter of properly conveying respect to the elder members of the Court. Perhaps he would lecture about the food that was or wasn’t acceptable to eat in a realm of Gods.

Peering down from the sacred tree reveals a sight you have become quite familiar with- your “guardian”, decked in crimson and pink and gold, fuming.

At this point, he seems ready to explode.

You slowly peer over the edge of the tree, shaking.

Ne Zha freezes.

There are hot tears spilling over your cheeks and down the smooth tree bark, drenching the sacred peaches on the branches beneath you. You’ve overgorged on fruit, cheeks stained with the sweet juice of the holy drupes. From the scent of several saccharine puddles of bile on the ground, you’ve vomited at least twice.

“By the Realms…”

The words are barely a mumble, caught under his breath, his pink fire dimming as he catches sight of the tears on your cheeks. He’s angry at you, yes. But… you look so miserable. The prince cannot help but be taken by a wave of concern for your wellbeing.

Sun Wukong had done this before, once. Eaten a near tree’s worth of sacred peaches and chaos an outright uproar in the Celestial Realm… but he had not been a child (not by the Celestial Realm’s standards, at least) and he had not been a trembling, vomiting mess.

“…Y/N. You will come down from that tree, and you will do so now.”

There’s a hollow look in your eyes, one he’s grown used to- it’s the same look you get when you “know” what’s waiting for you.

You’ve known harsh backhands and hanger strikes. You’ve known folded-over belts and crescent scars born of manicured keratin. You’ve known hot iron and water buckets.

But the Li family are not the guardians you knew. Teaching you this seemed to be going down the route of pulling teeth, unfortunately.

The Third Lotus Prince holds out his arms, and forces a trembling smile. It’s hard to bear a grin when what he wants; more than anything, is to bolt you by steel into place and never again risk you slipping away.

When you stand up and jump, it’s with far too much ease. The plummet comes almost naturally, like you’d been thinking on it for hours.

‘Are you used to risking your life’, Ne Zha wants to ask. But you won’t answer. He already knows that. ‘Do you like risking your life?’

It almost relieves him that you were sure to keep mum instead of answering. Because…

…because he’s scared (and certain) that you would say yes.

Ne Zha catches you with a measure of grace, your ragged form landing bridal style in his arms. And… Gods, you look even worse up close. Dark bags under your tear-swollen eyes, puffy patches of red around your cheeks, irritated by the cling of sticky juice and the bare-nail scraping of your trembling hands.

“…a-are you… are you m-mad…?”

“No,” he half-lies, patting your quivering back. “Let’s get you home.” Ne Zha shifts you to a more comfortable position, then tightens his hold. Anything to not look directly at your miserable, worn face. Gods, when was the last time you actually slept through the night?

“…Mis… M-Mister Jing…?” Is the trembling question on your lips, barely audible. “Are we going to your father?” is the little section left unspoken. Not that the prince wouldn’t understand.

Ne Zha is already walking along the path back to Li family’s palace.

“Yes, little witch. He’ll be…”

Gods, he was never any good at lying. Then, the last time the prince tried was centuries ago. His own condition at the time had been rather similar to yours, a little trembling mess of tears and bile. Ne Zha had sworn to his father with big wet eyes that he was most certainly not sick, just very excited to start training. It hadn’t worked for him then, obviously, and even now he can barely manage a somewhat believable:

“He’ll be, ah, pleased to see you unharmed.”

And on his way the prince goes.

On any other day, there would be chatter amongst the other deities, servants, and guards. Today, though, the only sound in the air is the click of Ne Zha’s boots against the paved way, punctured by your shaky breathing.

They don’t even have to enter the palace to find Li Jing- the man is waiting, stern and frowning, under an opulent ivory arch. His polished boot taps unhappily against the tile.

“Let me have them,” Li Jing says, tempering his voice to only mild unhappiness,” and then prepare their chambers- this time, add those “precautions” we previously discussed.”

He’s… working on his flaws. Slowly. Having your realm nearly dissolve in a fit of rumbling chaos struck Jing hard enough to inspire an honest attempt to improve himself.

So Li Jing was making slow strides to be kinder, and gentler, and Ne Zha was adjusting in turn be more open to the man his father was becoming.

And they had decided to expand their family with the newest addition to the Celestial Realm, a little witch who had strange powers and an unhappy past. Maybe, through “fixing” you, the improvement of their fractured family tree would come sooner.

“Yes, Father,” the prince obediently replies. He keeps his voice calm and neutral- though there is clearly worry bubbling under the surface. He carefully sets you into his father’s arms, then watches you for a moment to ensure that all is well. Then he bows to Li Jing, before preparing to take his leave.

“And, ah, son?”

“Yes, Father?” The prince asks, pausing. His back is turned, but Ne Zha tilts his head a fraction- listening to hear more from Li Jing.

“…good work."

Those two words send a chill through the prince’s blood. Praise was not entirely foreign to Ne Zha’s ears- but it was rare. Few and far between were the times when his father would compliment him. He’s silent for several long moments, letting the words sink in. It’s odd, the way they set his gut rolling like a stone in a river.

Finally, the prince swallows, and dips his head in reply.

“Thank you, Father.”

From here on, things would be better between them- even if your potential “betterment” was the vehicle they used to drag themselves across the finish line.

So be it.

[itsabouttimex2]

I have seen many yandere parental figure so how about yandere offspring? Like Yandere mk/nezha/redson/mei to his parental figure? How would their parental figure to their child "strange" behavior?

Yandere Children:

Red Son and Ne Zha

(This is the first time I’ve written romantic yandere for Y/N. Not too surprised that it was for Bull King and Iron Fan.)

I like to think of this particular Y/N as a demon born of ice, someone who owes a serious debt to Princess Iron Fan.

When she finally calls it in, you head immediately to her fortified residence, seeing the former celestial standing outside with her husband, a small bundle in his arms.

You expect the worst, and prepare accordingly. The favor you owe is great- no task is beyond her asking. Your blessing, or a fragment of your power. Your service as a guard or war companion. Your compliance in a murderous scheme. But Princess Iron Fan does not wish for any of that.

Instead, she wants a babysitter.

“We were hoping… that you might be a suitable caretaker for our son. It could be that your natural affinity for ice will help to neutralize Red Son’s wielding of the Samahdi Fire.”

So the little boiling bundle is pushed into your icy arms, steam hissing and filling the air on contact.

His temperature lowers as yours rises, the little baby cooing and laughing at the humid mist swirling around you.

“…I didn’t know you had a son,” you say, poking the plumpness of his little scarred cheek. “And what a big and healthy thing he is, too.”

“A worthy heir to my throne!” The Demon Bull King proudly announces, watching closely as you handle his cherished son. Gently, you press a kiss to his bindi. Pulling away slowly, your lips leave a glittering ice-blue mark upon it, reading simply: 凛.

This is the life you settle into, a mostly peaceful passing of days spent playing with the growing boy and helping to tame his deadly flames.

Any time they grow out of control (and it happens frequently) you quickly reapply your blessing to his forehead, chilling his internal temperature and forcing his body to redirect the fire to heat himself up.

His parents watch on in awe, seeing you so easily and calmly reign in something so deadly and uncontrollable. You quickly become more than a temporary babysitter, given a lavish room furnished with every luxury that a demon could desire.

(Let’s be honest, there’s some real poly energy with you’ve got going on with PIF and DBK. ‘Live-in babysitter’, my ass.)

As the three of you grow closer, so swells your bond with Red Son, serving as primary caretaker and educator. He’s a prodigal learner, taking quickly to magic especially. You learn that the boy has a knack for putting things together, spot-welding any pieces of metal he can find. These little jagged creations are often gifted to you, and you have a shelf entirely dedicated to displaying them. Often will he reject his own bed to sleep beside you, finding comfort in the coldness of your skin.

But, in spite of all sweetness…

Red Son is still a demon, things that are horribly powerful and often violent or deceitful, if not outright murderous.

And he grows to see Y/N as being something that belongs to the Demon Bull Clan. And sure, with the nearly unpayable debt you owe to Iron Fan and your budding relationship with his parents, he’s not exactly wrong.

A caretaker, a maid, a teacher, a mentor, a friend. These are all things you have become in grateful service to this powerful family. And eventually, all those things bleed to what they really what:

A spouse and a parent.

It’s hard to tell exactly when the shift in their perspective occurs, because their obsession is a slow, drudging creep. But the shift in their actions once they realize their obsession is instead blindingly quick.

One day you’re sitting down with Red to teach him calligraphy, gently and reassuringly fixing his brushstroke and complimenting every line he gets right, all while he demands to sit in your lap.

Then night falls and it is made very clear to you what your new role in the family in, complete with a shift in sleeping area and clothing.

You’re pressed flush between Iron Fan and Bull King as they slumber, dressed in a red silk gown and bearing purple-jeweled rings across many of your fingers. Red Son sleeps on your chest, his grip immovably tight.

And this is the new life you must grow accustomed to, either to repay your debt or perhaps… because you have come to like it.

Loved isn’t the worst thing to be, after all.

(Personal headcanon: befitting his status as the Third Lotus Prince, most offerings given to Ne Zha consist of foods containing lotus seeds, lotus root, and lotus paste. At this point, he’s grown somewhat sick of the sweet taste. He actually prefers meat and vegetables.)

“Ne Zha,” you call, exploring the halls of his palace. “Little one, it’s time for dinner!”

All that meets your words is the clanging of metal and the tearing of leather. He’s training again, as always.

You push aside a silk curtain embroidered with many lotuses, revealing a well-stocked armory lined with dozen of training dummies.

And in the middle is a very worn-out Ne Zha, the little prince dripping with sweat.

“Little one,” you say, causing the boy’s sash to stand to attention, startled upwards like the tail of a cat. “What did I say about training so late?”

“I, um… I’m not supposed to train… so I won’t want to sleep in late to, um, make up for lost energy.”

“That’s right, sweetpea. Come on, let’s get something in your stomach. And then you’ll need a bath.”

“I already took a bath today,” he huffs, slotting his dual-tipped spear face-down into a holding pot. “I don’t need another.”

Timed to the click of your tongue, you swipe a finger across the young boy’s forehead, dragging a line in the built-up sweat. “I think you do, Ne Zha.”

“…hmph,” he pouts, his little cheeks puffing out. Though the prince is much too polite to outright refuse or go so far as to throw a tantrum, he still shows his displeasure in a quiet and mild way.

It’s one of the things you cherish most about him. Ne Zha is well behaved and rather mature, to the point where you have to encourage him to play and take breaks. It feels a little unfair, really, that someone so young has been saddled with so much responsibility.

You ply the Third Lotus Prince with plushies and paints, allowing him to explore avenues of creativity and make-believe. It’s nourishing for both his mind and body, a period of well-earned rest to slowly recuperate from the constant training he’s so insist on enduring.

In turn, he’s viciously protective of you, and often asks for your explicit attention over any other maidservant in the Celestial Realm.

Expect him to ward off any would-be suitors by challenging them to duels. It’s a lose-lose scenario . They either somehow win and beat the hell out of a little boy, or, more likely, get the hell beaten out of them by a little boy. Either way, it’s not exactly something that endears them to you, watching grown men and women raise their blades to your protective charge.

Kissing his wounds and fixing his hair, doting on the little lotus prince as your would-be suitors seethe, wishing that they were the ones receiving your attention.

Eventually, Ne Zha will properly dress himself (that’s a lie, he needed your help) for an audience with several important deities in the Celestial Realm, he asks for your permanent placement as his personal parent maidservant.

And what reason do they have to deny such a loyal warrior?

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What kind of yandere are they?

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MK has been through so very much. The glamour of being a hero wore off quick, leaving him with many insecurities and doubts. Giving him someone innocent and kind to protect stabilizes him somewhat, but makes him more vicious in an effort to ensure their safety.

Sun Wukong thinks as something worth protecting. You give him a purpose and a good reason to dust off his old bones and return to fighting- all he asks in turn is that you stay on Flower Fruit Mountain with him. And the world getting it’s greatest hero back is a worthy trade for your lack of freedom, isn’t it? (The most likely to kidnap you, tied with Macaque.)

Ne Zha uses you as motivation for his fervent service. If the celestial realm has you, then it’s clearly worth protecting. If someone so good and kind resides there, then why should he waver in his duty? This extends to personal fights in your name- he rarely comes out unbloodied.

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The Mayor keeps a close on eye on you, always watching from the shadows. You probably have a tie to the Lady Bone Demon in some way, an heir to her blood or powers. He cultivates your misery by pulling strings and arranged misfortunes- the fact that no one stops him or saves you is proof enough (to him) that the world is rotted to the core. Proof that it needs to be destroyed. Proof that you need something, or someone better- maybe him?

You justify the Lady Bone Demon’s ideals. She watches as you suffer and break, your kind soul perpetually punished for good deeds and unyielding optimism. If you trust people, they betray you. If you help people, they hurt you. Your life is proof to her that the world is cruel, and needs to be wiped clean. So she obsessively watches from afar, her mind constantly plagued with thoughts of you, and thoughts of ending your suffering. (The most manipulative yandere on this list.)

Azure Lion sees you cast from the Celestial Realms, thrown out for daring to try and improve the lives of mortals without approval from the Celestial Bureaucracy. Not only are you a perfect member for his brotherhood (and he will get you to join), but you also reaffirm to Azure what he’s fighting for.

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Zhu Baije is a very flawed man. By his own nature, he’s something of a troublemaker. You work to counteract many of the problems he causes, working hard to ensure that no fissure in the group grows too big. It’s easy to think of you as someone worthy of worship- you seem to have an endless well of patience and kindness. He just wishes that you gave a little less of it to people who aren’t him.

Ao Lie watches you close. He sees how you struggle to pull everyone together even when things are at their absolute worst, and respects your efforts. He sees a person always willing to stand up for other and for what’s right, never allowing yourself to stand idly by. The harder you fight to mend rifts between people, the more admirable you become to him.

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Mei just wants you- she doesn’t bother thinking it through or wondering exactly why. You’re nice and you’re good, so you’re hers. Her parents are fully supportive of her attempts to ‘adopt’ you, and have a room set aside for the day they ‘bring you home’.

Pigsy doesn’t think of his obsession as a hero, warrior, or soldier. He instead views them as a child in need or guidance and protection, the sort who would be benefit nicely from being taken under his wing- likely enlisting Tang and MK to help him corral you into his care. (The most likely to succeed in his goal, tied with Sanzang)

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Princess Iron Fan doesn’t think much of you at first, viewing you as a little more than a disposable pawn. But, to her surprise- you perform far more admirably than expected, so keeping you both alive and close becomes the rational course of action. She gets used to using you, then gets used to you, then wants you. And Iron Fan knows how to get what she wants.

Macaque at first is just using you, stringing you along. He trains you to be more like him, feeds you lies about Wukong and MK, gets you to hate them by filling your head with falsehoods. And somewhere along the line, he ends up getting attached. Instead of getting better, he doubles down on his manipulations, intent on keeping you close. (The most likely to kidnap you, tied with Wukong.)

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Tang Sanzang sees so much potential in you. You’re a feral little thing, tucked away under bushes and baring your teeth at him- a child acting like a wild animal. His holy heart aches for you, thinking of the struggles you must’ve endured through your life. With a pair of heavenly circlets for your wrists, Sanzang inducts you along for his pilgrimage, intent on bettering you bit by bit- by force, if he must.

Expect lots of tutoring and life lessons, all delivered with endless patience and a paternal attitude. Teaching you to read and write and behave might be harder than pulling teeth, but it will be done. Not to mention the four other pilgrims whom he positions as your ‘brothers’, who adore and respect him, each one swayed by his words of what’s ‘best for you’. (The most likely to succeed in his goal, tied with Pigsy.)

Tang probably mirrors Pigsy in his acquiring of a child- he finds some dirty little waif on the streets and takes them in as his own. Something ancient and repeating calls from within him, pushing him to take this little unfortunate thing into his care, to push them to be ever better- an inner voice calling for him to be kind and merciful. And really, who is he to deny such a kind urge?

Master Subodhi is a wonderful judge of character, capable of picking out both the flaws and strengths of a person. You could be troubled and impatient, or rude and reticent. All that matters is there’s true good inside you- however embryonic it may be. Through strict guidance- and with a not insignificant amount of amusement at the shenanigans you cause with his other students- Subodhi manages to slowly molds you into a better and stronger person. Mind you, all of this is through the masterful use of manipulation. Expect his other students to help him reign you in and chip away at your resolve to leave. (The most likely to have an obsession that’s stronger than him.)

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Sandy thinks that you’re simply wonderful. You’ve been a constant supportive force in his life, encouraging his therapy sessions, teaching him how to brew tea, vouching for him to shelters across the city. With your support, Sandy slowly becomes a better person, leaving behind most of his obsessive and possessive behavior behind. There are lingering traces, hints of overprotectiveness and denial of consent, holding you too tight in his arms and not letting go or slipping sleeping pills into your tea… but even those habits lessen in frequency and severity.

That, or you might be a child of his that he wants to be a better role model for. Sandy wants you to be happy! He wants you to be confident! He wants you to have a good dad! So he almost unhealthily works to improve himself, finding positive ways to channel his most toxic and unhealthy traits, hoping to become someone worthy of your love. (The least likely to hurt you.)

Everyone else treats Sha Wujing like a monster, hurling wicked names and cruel words. ‘Demon’ and ‘fiend’, they decree, and Wujing has long internalized their words as truth. He’s plenty happy to act on his learned monstrosity, lashing out at any who draw near- until you come along with a simple compliment and an admission of weakness. You aren’t strong enough to fight, not quick enough to run from him- but you’re kind enough that he doesn’t think to butcher you. Growing obsessed with you amplified some of his worst traits while also teaching him about unconditional love and support, the dichotomy of equal progression preventing any true growth for a time. Once Sanzang comes along, Wujing has to think long and hard on who he is and what he’s done and who he wants to be and what he wants to do- and decides to be better for you.

There aren’t many people that the Demon Bull King cares for, but you’ve managed to worm your way into his stony heart anyhow. It’s awkward to try and be open with someone so squishy and frail, but he makes a token effort to be less intimidating and overbearing so you aren’t as scared. It’s not easy settling you into his family (especially with his son now battling you for his attention), but he’s sure you’ll get used to it eventually. Iron Fan is more on board with your induction than her son, coming to view you as a lovable; if weak, second child. Red Son refrains from outright violence, but is notably icy over the sudden competition for affection. Still, in the strangest of ways- it’s family.

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Chang’e has been alone for a very long time. There’s no real way to know exactly how long, but isolation has taken it’s toll. Is it so bad to want someone to dote on and nourish? No! So you and her should be family! She’s even more insistent if Y/N is leporine in some way- the two of you are meant to be family! A loving lunar goddess and her perfect little lop, together on the moon. To her, it sounds like something out of a fairy tale. It might be more of a saccharine nightmare to her captive, though. (The most capable of keeping Y/N from escaping.)

The Scorpion Queen really just wants a friend, no matter what it takes to get one. Loneliness has gnawed away at her inhibitions and morals, leading her to snatch up the sweetest looking person around and haul them back to her castle. She’s not above using poison to keep you complement, brewing up several blends from her own venom. Paralytics, sedatives, you name it. One quick sting and you’re helpless in the Queen’s arms, ready to be pampered and protected. After she’s done cleaning and patching your new wound, of course.

Kui Mulang has been waiting for his lover for so very long… and then you come stumbling in, wide-eyed and unaware of the dangers that the demon possesses. You’re a funny little mortal, unworthy of having your weak soul devoured- not only would it not expand his lifespan too much, but he fears it might even make him weaker. Instead, he forces you to become a cute little companion/pet and regales you with tales of his lover, filling your ears with descriptions of her beauty and kindness. Don’t get the wrong idea, though- you aren’t making him a better person. He’s just found one single person to not be totally awful to. (The most likely to replace his obsession.)

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Syntax admires your work from afar, picking apart every bit of tech you manufacture. He’ll install dozens of cameras across your home just for the joy of watching you scramble to disable or destroy them. With the sheer volume of spyware distributed, it’s inevitable that you miss at least a few, allowing the spiderized man to maintain constant surveillance. He inducts your work into his own, picking apart the blueprints he’s stolen from you, admiring the many lines of code you’ve written. There’s a new camera in your house each day, slowly stealing away all privacy. The concept of a ‘blindspot’ doesn’t exist in Syntax’s carefully curated world- no closet, corner, or crawl space is safe from his leering eyes. You’re then subjected to 24/7 surveillance, your life becoming an ever-present livestream on the screens of Syntax’s machines. (The least likely to personally interact with his obsession.)

Huntsman has never seen a worthier adversary. You match him blow for blow and thwart his traps at each turn. He has to keep upping the ante as you escape his clutches, an ever evolving quarry worthy of pursuit. The biggest (and only) dilemma he has in regards to his obsession is whether he should taxidermy or cage you. Either way, you’ll make a nice trophy. (The most likely to kill you.)

It takes a saint to gain the Ink Curse’s attention. You have to be the most wonderful goody-two shoes darling in the world, a person who’s mature and rational and kind and responsible and generous and wise and loving. If you can manage all of that, along with having no major character flaws or massive mistakes in your past… then you have their attention. It is the worst prize you could have ever received.

Alternatively, be a child who gets trapped in the scroll. There’ll be a mocking form of pity to every interaction, but the Curse might try to mold you into an equally brutal punisher of sins. After all, what else can you do? You’re stuck, aren’t you? Get used to the company, kiddo. (The most likely to break you.)

Yellowtusk would happily speak with you until all the rivers of the world run dry. The two of you match wits in civil debates, opposing each other’s viewpoints and arguments with fervor. No stakes, no hatred, no grudges- just debate for the sake of debate. You grow together, sharing your wells of knowledge and expanding the breadth of your wisdom side by side. His obsession with you is softer than most, quelled by quick chats and simple skinship - but it’s obsession all the same, waiting to spiral out of control.

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Red Son’s pride is an irrefutable aspect of him. The half-demon views himself as superior to all but a select few- and you, unfortunately, do not fall into that group. Red thinks of you as something akin to a cherished pet, worthy of care and companionship, but not freedom or respect. He could control almost every aspect of your life if he so wanted, but that’s more trouble than he desires. If you behave properly, Red allows you to dress yourself and have a small collection of personal possessions. Also, expect him to personally forge you a tracking collar emblazoned with his family’s insignia. (He truly does care about you- deep, deep, deep down in his heart. But you’re still lesser than him.)

If you happen to be his sibling, though, his treatment of you becomes more bearable. He’s still insanely possessive and domineering, but there’s more respect for you as a person.

The Spider Queen also thinks of you as a pet, a cute little thing to dress up and lock in chains. You make the most wonderful decoration for her throne room, shaking in the corner with a shackle clasped around your wrist. Everything you wear is produced from her own silken webs, everything you eat is caught and killed with her own two hands. If you step too far out of line, expect your next meal to be the corpse of a loved one.

Peng looks at you with some strange mixture of pity and amusement. (There’s some genuine care in there, but they’d never admit it.) You’re the smallest and youngest of the Brotherhood, with naivety and kindness to match. They find it funny to toy with you in a variety of ways, though they take care to never truly cause harm. Ex: Knocking into you for the sole purpose of tripping you up, biting back laughs as you apologize for ‘not paying attention.’ Peng will ‘forgive’ what you perceive as a personal mistake, hauling you up and dusting you off before sending you on your way. You’re a fun toy. A devoted sibling. A cute little time-killer. And, somehow- the person they cherish above all else.

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Can you make lmk Yandere nezha? There is little much about Yandere nezha and if they are, it's almost likely to be romantic yandere:(

Yandere Letters:

Ne Zha

(Written with the use of a feathery quill from a fenghuang and a pot of very expensive ink, the handwriting is immaculate. The paper is scented with a lotus perfume, the floral scent emanating even through the thick envelope. A pink wax seal stamped with the prince’s signature flower binds the paper flap shut. There’s only one mistake through the whole letter- the way your “true” name has been crossed out and corrected to your preferred name. Ne Zha has been very careful about not using it- it puts you in a bad mood.)

Gibbon Y/N, I pray that this letter finds you safely, as do I pray that you are doing well in my absence. I hope you do not think of me as cruel for leaving so suddenly. Thought the Celestial Court has not yet become familiar to you, my belief is that you may, in time, come to enjoy your new home. By my prior instructions, food will be delivered to the Lotus Palace three times a day, left on the fountain at the garden.

I ask firmly that you go no further than that when you leave to retrieve the bundles.

There will be food for both you and the few monkeys you have brought to the court with with you, Y/N, so “foraging” will not be an excuse I accept. You needn’t go any further than the fountain. Get your supplies, and quickly return inside.

Forgive me if this sounds strict. I know you feel overwhelmed by being in the Celestial Court. And that you often miss your home. I hadn’t meant to get dragged into such trouble and leave you on your own before you had even adjusted to this new way of living.

Perhaps when I return we may be able to go out and retrieve several plant samples from your old home. I will help you to propagate and root them, and perhaps when they sprout your room might feel more like home.

All you need do is obey me and refrain from any misbehavior, my little lotus seed.

I will see you soon. I hope to hear that you have been keeping well out of trouble.

-Third Lotus Prince, Ne Zha

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Primal Moon: Three

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

(This fic has a paired Character.AI bot!)

Twice a year a verdant moon rises to bring the bestial instincts of non-humans to light. Celestials and demons alike struggle to keep hold of themselves, something ancient welling up within them and subtly shifting their thoughts and feelings.

Today, you are one such soul.

And you don’t know why everyone wants you out of the nest you’ve built. It’s warm. It’s safe. The walls are narrow, allowing for pillows and blankets to be stacked more easily. All around you is plush comfort. You’ve even got a few snacks packed away in here.

But still, people are trying to coax you out.

As a rather promising member of the Celestial Realm, you often had many eyes on you, barely allowed even a minute alone. It seemed as though the hopes for your future were so high that you were not afforded time to potentially be led astray or stolen from the court by enemy or foe.

Not that their interest or intent mattered when the viridescence hit.

You had shooed away cleaners, incense-bearers and maidservants alike, turning them all from your overstuffed shelter one by one. Even when guards and knights were scrounged up and sent to retrieve you, their mission had ended in abject failure.

So now the task fell not to servant or soldier, but to a prince.

“Y/N,” calls the Third Lotus Prince, Ne Zha. His sash sways gracefully behind him, floating as though caught in a gentle updraft. He’s chosen not to bring his spear, perhaps as a sign of goodwill. “Enough of your hiding. You will remove yourself from the closet, or I will remove you by force.”

You’ve known his for a very long time- he’s practically your sibling by now. There’s a decent trust established between the two of you, born of his constant care during this bestial haze.

His command beckons you a few inches forward, the bottom of your face peeking from the blanket pile.

Fangs peek from your mouth, already. Usually they wouldn’t grow in few days, and he’d be left consoling you as the bestial growths broke through the old teeth and took their place.

“Come now, Little Petal,” the prince further beckons, using an old nickname from your youth. His voice has softened, noting the more drastic change. “I will not allow you to be harmed. Allow me to soothe your aches, little one.”

You pull further from the scrap-built nest, allowing him to catch sight of the numerous tear tracks across your face.

“Poor little kit,” he croons, hoping to mollify you as he would a non-bestial child. “The moon has been unkind to you, has it not? Come and take shelter in my arms.”

On unsteady hands and knees you crawl, edging closer still to your surrogate brother. Eventually, your top half scrapes free from the thickly-packed nest. The fluff of your pointed ears has grown thick and bushy, doubling in size just overnight. The scruff all around your neck is similarly fluffed, swallowing your chin and neck.

“Come now,” he calls, patting the floor in front of him. “Let me hold you. You’ll feel safer in my arms, won’t you?”

Were you not plagued with maddening viridescence, you might have snapped at the prince for treating you like an animal or cooing like he were in the presence of an infant.

Instead you cower and whine, fixated on his coaxing hand.

Ne Zha is aware of the inherent strangeness of all this. This constant urge to coddle and protect- it's not like him. But then again… he does care about you. You’re the younger sibling he never had. So it can’t be wrong to care for you- it can’t be.

It’s just…just that doesn’t know how to cope with the instinctual urge that this brings on, that’s all.

It’s wrong to treat you like an animal. It’s wrong to take advantage of this state just to spend a little more time with you. It’s wrong to indulge in his fantasies of being your older brother, the beacon which guides your way and dictates your every step forward.

He knows that.

But every man grows weak eventually, in heart or body or mind.

If this is the prince’s opportunity to have an obedient little sibling who does as he commands and stays out of trouble?

He’d simply have to take refuge in the fact that other people could do far worse.

For all anyone knew, without him you’d be hunted and then torn to shreds for your fur. Or captured as an exotic ‘pet’ to someone who viewed you as no more than a base animal. Or sold as… gods, he didn’t want to think of it.

By the Celestial Realm, all the horrible things that could have happened to you by now, if he hadn’t sworn himself to your safety.

With a mind stuck on such awful possibilities, Ne Zha’s fears and worries promptly magnify.

“Come now,” he beckons again, gesturing you forth. “I’m right here, my little lotus. I won’t let anything hurt you.” His hands continue to wave, drawing you nearer and nearer. The sight of red fills your vision, silk gracefully flittering.

You recognize it well. What could it be but then armillary war sash that he’s never far from? It ambles eagerly through the air, mirroring the prince’s internal emotions.

And then goes stiff with shock at the sight of something new, a feeling that his face mirrors- though to a much lesser degree.

“Little kit, you’ve grown a second tail! Come here and let your elder brother see!”

Ne Zha ushers your form to his arms, binding your arms and hands with the sash in case of any squirming. Ignoring your panicked yips, the prince examines the new appendage without delay, burying both hands deep into the fluff.

For a minute or two he strokes and untangles, thin fingers working out any knots he can find. In spite of how you’ve been restrained, Ne Zha maintains a gentle touch- he knows (though not from personal experience) it can be agony to endure the Primal Moon. New growths or sudden bouts of extreme shedding are quite common, often paired with a dose of crippling pain.

“You must’ve grown this only just today, I suppose. Does it still hurt, my little petal?”

A strangled howl sounds when he touches the base of your new tail, answering his question a few times over.

“Shush, shush. There’s no need to fuss, kit. Let’s get you something to drink, shall we?

Lotus root carried a sweet taste, even when ground- in great enough amounts, it could easily disguise a splash of… ‘herbs’.

Anything to make the pain you endured more compliant and bearable. As long as you relied on your big brother (by choice or not), he’d ease your pain and coddle away your tears

The Third Lotus Prince undoes the binds created by his sash, them lifts your freed form to the metal of his chestplate.

Off he goes to the kitchen, intent into grinding up a very special tea blend for you.

And he speaks-

“I won’t allow anyone to harm you now, little one.”

It seemed as though you’d have to get used to hearing those words.

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Yandere Older Brother Ne Zha

Ne Zha definitely cherishes his position as your older brother, whether by blood or bond.

Maybe you’re a gift from the Celestial Realm, a reward for his centuries of faithful service. Maybe you’re a younger celestial being who he was assigned to train. Maybe you’re just a mortal who found their way to him and lent him a hand when he needed it. No matter the situation, he comes to see you as a personal responsibility.

He switches frequently between being brotherly and fatherly. He has centuries of experience and training, and takes a very personal role in ensuring you grow into a upstanding member of either realm.

He’ll train you both in the usage of an armillary sash, and a weapon of your choosing. In all likelihood, it’ll be some kind of polearm. His heart swells with pride to see you diligently practicing with your weapon, mimicking his movements closely.

Not that he intends to ever allow you to use those skills. In times of emergency, he spirits you away to his dwellings, hiding you safely away.

In the case that he can’t tuck you somewhere safe and secure, he’ll simply resort to the prompt and outright destruction of whatever would dare to threaten you. He trains you to turn your head and cover your eyes in the situation that he must fight with you around.

Watching someone get their windpipe crushed by a heavenly sash isn’t very child-friendly, after all. If you find yourself paralyzed by fear or awe, he’ll dash to your side at the speed of light, wrapping your eyes and ears with his sash before turning back to the enemy.

Strangulation is bad. Death by dozens of stab wounds from a dual-tipped spear is worse, but it’s the price his opponents pay for fighting him in your presence. Anything to keep you safe and sweetly innocent, after all.

Ne Zha’s not always so stern and dangerous, though. In fact, you happen to be the person is kindest and most loyal to. He spends as much of his time with you as he can. Part of his daily routine is to brush and style your hair, and that doesn’t change as you age. When you’re young, he styles it to match his own, twin buns tied with silk ribbons. As you grow older, he does allow you to change your hair as you please, so long as you look presentable and clean. Even as his beloved little sibling, you must be a proper member of Heaven, putting appropriate time and effort into your appearance.

The only exception to this rule is when you are sick, in which case you are bed-bound and warmly tucked in at all hours of the day until your condition improves. He feeds you by spoon, nothing but nutritious soups and stews made with high quality ingredients. (You can convince him to get you a box or two of Pigsy’s noodles if you behave yourself, though.)

His devotion to you goes beyond guiding your personal appearance and tending to your illnesses. He’s more than a little manipulative, subconsciously guiding you to see the danger in everything around you so that you’ll always fall back on him for safety and comfort. He tells you a (true) story about a man cutting off his finger with a kitchen knife and succumbing to the infection afterwards when you’re just a little too young for such morbidity, leaving you scared and nervous around sharp utensils. Reasonably, you keep away from such equipment afterwards, just as he planned. He tells you about people who were cast from the Heavens for being disrespectful, thrown out and never let back in, separating their families permanently. As a result, you tend to your appearance and mannerisms more carefully. He tells at length you about Sun Wukong, who defied the Heavens and rampaged about, and was captured and then imprisoned for hundreds of years under Five Phases Mountain.

Ne Zha’s intentions are good, of course. He wants to teach you to behave and be polite and dutiful, because the Heavenly realm where you both preside has many rules and laws to learn, and so very much protocol that must be abided by. He just wants to raise you properly, and hopes that the stories he tells you will aid him in doing so.

They do, in part. You are much more conscientious of your actions and behavior, yes. You’re very polite and well-behaved, to the adoration of the elder celestials around you. It’s hard to see any wrong in his methods.

Until you start coming to him in the dead of night, sobbing and shaking in fear from nightmares. You tearfully recall as much of the bad dream as you can, speaking of being trapped and then crushed until you couldn’t breathe. Your brother scoops you up into his sinewy arms, rocking you back and forth as he shushes you and wipes away your tears. He tucks you under his own covers, comfortably covering you up. Ne Zha allows you to sleep in his bed that night, warmly snuggled up to you. He cherishes you too much to send you back to your own room, choosing to spend the night holding you instead. His worries melt away as you tightly cling to him, sniffling yourself to sleep.

They return in full force as this routine becomes a habit. Night after night you wake up screaming and crying, plagued by persistent night terrors. And, as it would be, every nightmare is related to one of the gruesome and disheartening stories he’s told. As it turns out, fear isn’t the most effective parenting technique.

Once he realizes the sheer impact his storytelling has had on you, a sprig of guilt takes root in his heart. His intention had never been to terrify you, only to warn you away from dangerous things and rebellious behavior. The result spreads much further than that, unfortunately for him.

Diligently, he works to abate these issues and soothe your concerns and fears. Returning you to a proper sleeping schedule isn’t easy, especially when you wake up crying every night, but remaining by your side and reminding you that he won’t allow you to come to harm. With enough time and effort, he manages to purge most of your worries.

Most. Not all, of course. He’s of the belief that one should have a healthy fear of Heaven and it’s wrath, after all. If your fright keeps you well-behaved and safely tucked under his thumb, all the better.

If the seeds of fright that remain teach you that his side is the safest place for you in all the realms, who is he to remove them?

With all the things he’s done to protect the realm, and by extension, you?

You aren’t wrong to feel that way.