#yandere near

[shini--chan]

Hi, could I request L or near from death note for the tarot themed prompts? Specifically the hanged man, devil, and/or wheel of fortune? Or just any of the prompts you think would be more interesting to write for. Ty and have a wonderful day!

Sure - ask and be served. Also, I'll be taking asks for this ask game until the end of March

Yandere Tarot Card Asks

Yandere Death Note (L Lawliet, Near)

The Hanged Man - Is controlling their darling important? Or do they want their darling to love them willingly? 

L would let you run loose in the scope of a tightly defined playground. Due to his status as the faceless and nameless superdetective he would be forced to impose restrictions on you by default. You would never stay in the same place for a long time, nor would you be allowed to form firm social bonds outside of L and Wammy. Perhaps he would be lenient enough to let you be in contact with the orphans and the staff at Wammy’s house, should you behave yourself, but that is a big if. Most of the time he would prefer him being the only human in your world. In conjunction to that, you would be forced to introduce yourself under ever changing aliases to outsiders. Keeping pets would be unlikely, and would most certainly be used against you if you’d have one. 

All that being said, you would be allowed to run wild in the confines of the rules. L would loathe micromanaging you and would adore you having talents and hobbies that he could indulge you in. It would be entertaining and maybe even something he could admire you for. Should you be a skilled confectioner, then he would be ready to try and rate all your creations. This would be a hobby he would sponsor continuously and with great enthusiasm. 

Speaking of hobbies, he would try to use those to find some middle ground with you and establish a close bond. As amusing as teasing and riling you up would be, he would prefer you to return his feelings. It would be more practical if you would go along with all his plans and wishes willingly, and if you would be ready to accommodate his needs. That being said, he would be hyper aware of your body language and microexpressions and tells - fooling him would be rather difficult.

Near would be both more and less controlling than L in ways. He would be more likely to allow you to develop social bonds outside of him since he would be able to put his emotions aside to an extent that would allow him to foster a more healthy relationship with you. Allowing you more freedoms in certain situations and in measured doses would also function to make you view him in a better light. Besides, he would have a better handle on his emotions than L and would be less likely to act childish and petty should you reject him or do something else that he wouldn’t like. On the other side, he would hold you to very high moral standards and would be persistent on you being obedient and that you adhere to human laws. 

In some manner, Near would be stricter than L because he would be far more down-to-earth and also cognisant of any wrong doings. Additionally, he wouldn’t readily allow himself to be provoked, nor would he resort to sulking if matters really wouldn’t be his way. Emotional manipulation would be even more difficult than it would be with L. That being said, he would support your hobbies more than his mentor would and he would even participate in them as opposed to just sitting on the side lines and watching. 

Getting you to love him would be ideal, yet it wouldn’t be necessary for Near. If he couldn’t win your love, then he would just settle on living a harmonious life together, any objections of your’s be damned. 

Wheel of Fortune - Would this yandere’s behavior stay the same over time? If not, why do they remain the same? 

L would become more open and warm with you if you would genuinely love him. While holding you hostage as a toy would be all fun and games, at the end of the day you really would have managed to stir his stone cold heart. Giving him affection and meaning it would invoke fuzzy feelings in him and prompt some introspection. He would also hyperfocus on your behaviour and analyse your sincerity. Should you be earnest, then he would become a bit more open with you and find subtle ways to reward you for your behaviour. It wouldn’t be declared out loud, since he wouldn’t want you to get the idea that you could kiss your way into a better life; he also would be that base. Nevertheless, he would encourage you to grow closer to him. 

On the flip side, he would discourage bad behaviour such as you rejecting him or trying to escape. His sharp tongue would often make appearances then and he would readily strip you of your rights. If you would decide to be petty or spiteful, then two can play a game. To make matters worse, he wouldn’t shy away from torture of psychological terror if you would be especially difficult.

Near would actively strive to be consistent in his treatment of you. Once he’d have found a behaviour pattern that would draw you closer to him, he would stick to it. Having you by his side wouldn’t be reason enough for him to change his lifestyle or personality drastically, and he would stay the same to provide you with a constant in an ever shifting world. The aim here would be to become the bedrock in your life, or at very least an anchor in a chaotic life. Additionally, he wouldn’t make any exceptions from his morals and standards when it would come to you, no matter how close you would be.

However, what would change would be that he would be more open about his dark sides when he’d have you under his thumb. It would be less about him changing and more about him not hiding his more unsavoury behaviours and traits from you.

The Devil - What taboo things would this yandere do to their darling? 

L would thoroughly enjoy staring at you when you sleep. You could think that he'd be holding a wake for you with how intently he would watch you. Sometimes, he wouldn't even wait until you're properly asleep and just fixate on you like an owl neigh to swooping down on a mouse. Should you ask or call him out on it, then he would either give you a generic answer or a vague statement of watching out for you. If you don't behave he'd give you a very frank and detailed explanation that would come off as only semi-sane but would be completely earnest. 

Something else that he would do, would be to purposefully fluster you. This is a human that would be fully aware of social etiquette and would choose to subvert it for his own comfort and entertainment. He should walk naked through your shared living space just to see you flush, talk about sensitive stuff like menstruation. Awkward hugs and even awkwarder conversations would abound; he also would drop inappropriate comments about your body and habits from time to time. Not because he would believe his own words, rather because he would want to throw you off centre. 

Near would insist that you carry him around, even if he'd be bigger than you. He'd just find something very comfortable and maternal about it. You'd be one of the handful of people allowed to touch him, and that would be mostly on his terms. Hence the carrying and he'd prefer to do that in moments that would inconvenience you the most. You could be on your way to the toilet and the order to carry him would come. Besides that, this would also be Near's roundabout way of gaining affection from you. While carrying him, you would be forced to hold him close. Your smell, your body warmth, your heartbeat and your pattern of breath would all be so and enticing. 

Another thing that he would do would be to simply start playing with toys or cards or other random objects around him if you'd try to point out his wrongs. This would be his method of trolling you. At the official beginning of your relationship, he would have a serious heart to heart where he would explain why he would have taken you, what to expect should you act out and what to expect should you behave. Also, he would detail his reasoning and that you can‘t budge him. Near would follow the word of law down to the letter, so he would have you due to some legal loophole. 

All of this would be spelled out to you exactly once and if you would breach the subject in the future, he would switch to ignoring you. This would be one of his ways to troll you, something else he would do with enthusiasm. Generally, any warning shot due misbehaviour would come in form of trolling from him

[kira-savior]

Yandere Near kidnaps Light

Fanfic

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Requests are open! For Death Note, I will write for Yandere! Light, Yandere! Misa, Yandere! L Lawliet, ! Yandere!Mello, and Yandere! Near

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Gladiator

A man can become a god in the arena. But all he fights for is you.

In his own country, he was nothing more than a soldier. But cities always fall to the might of Rome and Yandere! Gladiator learns the hard way that slavery is the reward for defying the Emperor.

Yandere! Gladiator who's thrown into the ring with criminals and slaves, with nothing but a dull sword to protect himself.

Yandere! Gladiator who uses every trick and instinct to win. Who stands covered in blood and sand as the crowds cheer, his chest heaving.

Yandere! Gladiator who must have a lucky star.

Yandere! Gladiator who wins by the skin of his teeth every time. Who goes from fighting criminals to fighting lions to fighting champions.

Yandere! Gladiator whose sword gets sharper with each victory.

Yandere! Gladiator who starts attracting sponsors - rich Patricians who lavish him in gifts.

Yandere! Gladiator who stands still in shock when one of his patrons gifts him a slave of his own - you.

Yandere! Gladiator who isn't sure what to do. Despite what people say, he can't see you as just a piece of property. And when you bow before him, the scars from his own slave collar itch.

Yandere! Gladiator who just nods helplessly when you offer to do things for him. Sharpen his sword. Clean the blood and grit off his armor. Oil and braid his hair before each fight.

Yandere! Gladiator who can only dip his head in thanks, always avoiding your eyes as though he isn't your master.

Yandere! Gladiator who watches you when your back is turned. The shape of your hips, the curve of your shoulder, the delicate skin on the side of your neck... He drinks in every part of you whenever he can.

Yandere! Gladiator whose eyes go sharp and dangerous when the other fighters talk about his "pretty little slave girl."

Yandere! Gladiator who slowly falls in love.

You aren't sweet or innocent or any of the other qualities he's been told to look for in a woman. You're blunt and deadpan, with a jaded view of the world.

But you're always there.

Rubbing his aching muscles after a week of brutal training. Carefully dressing his cuts after every tournament. Bringing him food cooked with all the herbs you know of that grant strength and speed.

Yandere! Gladiator who fights his battles not just to survive, but to return to you.

Yandere! Gladiator who admires your strength more than any opponent he's faced. A slave girl doesn't have an easy life - he shudders to think what other masters have demanded of you.

And despite the collar and the labour and the long nights spent treating him, you never complain.

Yandere! Gladiator who becomes known through Rome for his skill in the arena. Who looks like a child of Mars with his armour and crested helmet, his sword stained scarlet.

Yandere! Gladiator who dreams of you in his arms every night. Who longs to hear your voice even when the crowds scream his name.

Yandere! Gladiator who finally earns enough money to buy you from his patron. Who sits quietly in front of the fire while you comb his hair, staring into the flames and thinking. Eventually he finds the courage to ask.

What would you do with your freedom?

Your hands grow still.

Return home. To my father's farm with it's ancient olive groves.

Yandere! Gladiator who squeezes his eyes shut like you've hurt him.

Of course you would leave. He was a fool to think otherwise. And yet... he couldn't help imagining you staying with him. Willingly.

Yandere! Gladiator who asks around about your home. Sold, he learns. The farmer couldn't pay his debts and his daughter was sold as a slave to his creditors.

Yandere! Gladiator who uses the money he saved to buy your father's farm instead of your freedom.

It's selfish, he knows. If he loved you as you deserved, you would be your own master again.

But he can't let you go.

Yandere! Gladiator who watches the longing flicker across your face when he tells you the news. Who tries to convince himself you'll be happy here, that your collar won't weigh as heavy.

Yandere! Gladiator who kills for a living and doesn't bat an eye.

But whose hands shake when they touch your skin.

[yuu9o]

🫶🏻

With you his world light up

Iris: your face colours matches with your eyes, what a sight to see~

[cronchybuffalo]

I emmerges to post old stuff thats suppose to be posted in like October last year or something but time is a cruel mistress and my ass have not taken all the beatings well. ALSO MY LOVELY POOK @imvietnamesenotchinese wrote some fic for this AU featuring her own beautiful MC Nyx too HERE and HERE (highly reccommend because this capture Sol's behaviour perfectly) Anyways, TKATB Vampire AU heavily inspired by VTMB anyone? I was torn between options for Sol and the voice in the back of my head say to go all in the cray meter so clan distribution for the cast (and MC) imo is Sol - Malkavian Crowe - Ventrue Hyugo & Geo - Kuei-Jin Jess & [Redacted] - Tremere Brittney - Toreador Deryl - Bruhjah All the original characters belong to @fantasia-kitt

Also the idea of a schizophrenic Sol due to the clan curse is lowk hilarious- Bro is pretty much 200 years old by this point. Extra contents and maybe more yapping under

One person asked wtf happen with his design and uh idk-

Some chibi portrait doodles featuring some of my amazing moots's TKATB OC reimagined in the AU by their creator featuring Nyx @imvietnamesenotchinese Lily @lilithaphro Lillith @lonelykitty101-blog and Red @r3dddddddd

Lastly an old scrapped draft playing the idea of Sol chasing after his OG human soulmate for their entire life (and probably next life too lmao). If you asking why don't he turned them to save their life? 1. He kidnaps them before their wedding day years ago and delulu that they're destined lovers (dw they escaped later and Sol enters jail era for unlawful hosting leading to him being turned into a vampire) 2. Lowkey knows he cannot salvage his image anymore so mf place a bet on reincarnation.

[pineconepie]

oooo how about vincent with reader and one of his parties gone wrong? maybe reader gets hurt or almost dies?

Here you go!! <3

TW: Near-death experience (for Reader), mentions of murder, attempted murder, poisoned Reader, hospitals

"Stay close by me," Vincent reminds you once again, squeezing your hand tighter in his own gloved one. "You don't have permission to talk to strangers or leave my sight."

You almost scoff. As if you ever have permission.

Its been at least three months since you've started living with him. Despite being constantly monitored, you don't necessarily hate living with him. After getting used to his treatment of you, it's pretty comforting.

Being able to depend on somebody and not worry about things is nice. Other than a few rules, you can basically do whatever you want as long as it doesn't involve running away, hurting anyone or yourself, or disrespecting Vincent.

Overall, it could be way worse.

Vincent looks at you for confirmation.

"I know," you mumble. "No going near strangers or leaving your sight. I'm not stupid."

The blond chuckles softly, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. "No, you're certainly not dumb, pumpkin, but sometimes it takes more than smarts to keep safe. Remember what we said? The world is dangerous." He ruffles your hair gently. "And hey, if you don't wanna stay for long, we don't have to. Just need to make appearances, all that good stuff."

You nod. "Okay."

Honestly, if you had a choice, you wouldn't attend this gala whatsoever. It was a meeting between members of Cryo, but not like their usual monthly one.

Instead, this was actual an annual thing hosted in order to show off Cryo's successes over the year and hopefully find prospective members.

Vincent was reluctant when you told him you wanted to go, since apparently these galas were usually rather boring and weren't suited for "babies" like you (in Vincent's words). Plus, there'd be plenty of alcohol, gambling, and lots of "grown-up conversations."

But you managed to convince him with your puppy dog eyes and pleading. He's weak for those, you've noticed. Always wants to please you.

He had gotten you the nicest dress/suit, even though you already had at least five ones to choose from. He donned a black suit with a purple tie and matching slacks. His gloves were also black and leather, as well as his belt and shoes. He finished the look off with cufflinks shaped like golden bullets and a matching broach on his suit.

"You nervous, kiddo?" he asks in concern, squeezing your hand tighter.

"A little bit," you admit. "Just want people to like me."

Vincent frowns at you. "Well, if they're mean to you, they'll end up six feet under, so no need to worry about that."

"I don't want people to die either," you grumble. "Especially just because of me."

Vincent pinches your cheeks. "They can either be respectful to you, or dead. Their choices, doesn't seem like a hard one, either."

You swat at his hand, and he laughs. Soon enough, the two of you reach a large, extravagant looking building, lit up brightly despite the late night.

He guides you towards the entrance, and you enter into a massive hall filled with hundreds of people, most likely part of Cryo. Its quite loud inside. There's music playing somewhere nearby as well.

Everyone seems dressed formally. Suits and dresses abound. Several waiters walk by holding trays piled high with hors d'oeuvres and wine glasses.

Vincent continues to guide you towards a specific spot—where the guests are gathering to greet one another. As soon as he shows up, everyone greets him. Some of them eye you suspiciously or curiously, but they seem to know better than to outright approach you.

And you notice they only acknowledge your existence briefly before turning away and continuing their conversations with him or each other.

He notices you staring. "(Y/n), want me to introduce you?" he murmurs, patting your back.

You shake your head, and instead hide yourself behind him.

"Sorry, folks, my kid is a bit shy right now," Vincent laughs. "How bout we save introductions for later when they're in a better mood?"

The people shrug and agree, seeming content with that answer.

So that's how things continue. Vincent occasionally lets go of your hand to perform a handshake with somebody new, or wrap an arm around your shoulders, but never once truly leaves your side.

Occasionally, he offers to grab you food and drinks, making sure to only feed you things he knows are safe. Knowing the crowd here, for once you don't blame him for being extra vigilant.

A lot of small talk goes on. You zone out a bit as you hear talks about trade deals, weapons manufacturing, smuggling operations, assassinations... The typical mob business. You already know most of the details thanks to Vincent's constant chatter anyways.

Once it seems like the two of you have met every single person attending, he brings you to a quieter part of the gala, where they seem to have an open bar.

A couple people are milling around the area. A few seated on barstools and chatting with bartenders, others standing nearby watching. Vincent guides you to one of the seats, helping you onto the stool before sitting next to you.

"Want some juice, kiddo? We've got lemonade, grape juice, orange juice..." Vincent says. "I personally get a root beer float most of the time."

"Don't you drink?" you ask. Now that you think about it, you've never seen him drink in your presence.

"Not as often anymore. Not when I got someone young and innocent depending on me! Gotta be sober to watch you properly," Vincent says. "Besides, I'd never live it down if I became a bad influence for you."

You almost laugh. Funny he out of all people is saying that. "I guess I'll have what you're having, then."

Vincent grins and flags down one of the nearby servers.

"What can I get you, Mr. Brewer?"

"Two root beer floats for us, please."

She nods and rushes away.

While waiting, the two of you idly chat and watch everyone else. You notice a tall man with short brown hair and brown eyes approach, eyes fixed on Vincent. Something about his wide smile throws you off. He looks friendly, yes, but also a bit too enthusiastic, even more so than others who met you earlier.

He seems different than the other people here, and not in a good way.

"Hey, Boss," the man greets. His voice is slightly on the higher-pitched side. "Haven't seen you since your trip to Budapest. I heard you adopted a kid." He smiles at you.

"Yep," Vincent confirms, though he sounds a bit annoyed. "If you attended more meetings, that wouldn't have become a problem. Phoenix tried to contact you several times, we all thought you were dead."

The guy scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry... Things got busy on my end..."

Vincent looks angry, but holds himself back from yelling. For your sake, that much is obvious. You see his fingers twitching subtly. "You should make an effort to stay available whenever possible. You have a job, Sullivan. This isn't some side-gig you can just show up to when you want. If your uncle weren't contributing so much to Cryo, you'd be out of here in a heartbeat. I can still make that happen."

Sullivan sighs. "Yeah. I'll try to do better next time. Sorry again, really." He sits next to Vincent, eyeing both of your root beer floats, both in fancy wine glasses. "So, uh, (Y/n), was it? Nice to meet you."

"Yeah... nice to meet you too," you say politely, sipping your drink.

Vincent's eye twitches. He shifts his chair so it's angled closer to you protectively. Almost like a shield separating you and Sullivan apart. "Is there something else you needed?" Vincent questions, clearly getting impatient. He puts his drink down, right next to yours.

"Nah, just wanted to see you and apologize for being such trouble recently." Sullivan wedges himself between you two, arms outstretched on both of your shoulders, and both of you looking at him in confusion. Vincent's confused look turns into a sour one. "What? Just wanted to be affectionate, sorry. You're awfully grumpy today."

"Are you drunk?" Vincent sneers.

"Just a little!" Sullivan snorts and pulls away.

You're a little fearful for the guy's life, judging by the way Vincent is staring him down. You grab your drink and take a sip from it, not noticing Sullivan's brief look of panic.

"Uh, well, gotta go! I'm sure Trent's gonna wanna catch up with me," Sullivan nervously says, walking away quicker than Vincent has ever seen him go.

The blond only scoffs. "If I see him again tonight, I'll shoot him in the head myself," he grumbles.

"What happened to wanting to be a good influence?" you laugh.

Vincent flicks your nose. "Hey, if someone were bothering you who you wanted to shoot, I'd fully support it. I think the world would be a much better place if we got rid of all the people who were bothering my beloved kiddo." He ruffles your hair. "And hey, did you take my root beer float? Mine had the purple straw! Brat." His tone is playful, of course.

You pull back to look at the nearly fully-consumed drink, seeing the green straw. "Oops, must've mixed 'em up... too late, it's mine now."

He shakes his head in mock disappointment. "My kiddo... so mean. But it's fine, because yours had more in it, anyway! So ha-ha." As if proving a point, he begins loudly slurping yours. You laugh at the silliness. If only everyone knew that Vincent was a fool.

"That guy was kind of weird," you murmur, changing the subject onto Sullivan. "Have you known him for long?"

"Unfortunately," Vincent mutters. "Ever since his uncle joined Cryo, he felt entitled enough to get a job from us. Honestly, I'd much rather fire him, but since he's family with a high ranking member, I'd rather not cause any unnecessary conflict. Don't really trust him, though."

"Sounds like you really hate him," you chuckle.

"Me? Hate someone? Pfft, never. I'm a saint." Vincent nudges your shoulder with his own. "Yeah, I'm kidding. I kinda hate him. And I especially hate anyone who makes you uncomfortable, which I can tell he was doing. If not for his uncle..." He doesn't need to finish that sentence.

You finish your root beer float, and put the empty glass to the side. He wraps an arm around your shoulders while he pulls out his phone.

You see it's Quinn, and that he's telling her to keep an eye on him. You continue reading what he's texting, but then it gets harder to, the words growing blurrier and blurrier.

That's when you realize everything is getting blurry. Even the man next to you.

"Dad," you mutter. Your tongue feels like lead.

"Not now. Give Dad one sec." He keeps typing on his phone.

"Dad." More urgently.

"Be patient, kiddo. Quinn can barely type properly as is."

"I feel really bad," you rasp. "Dizzy."

Vincent looks up from his phone quickly. "(Y/n)?" His eyes widen as he sees your pained expression and sweat dripping down your face.

He drops his phone immediately as he catches you right before you fall off the stool. He runs a hand across your forehead. "(Y/n)? Hey, baby, shh, calm down. What hurts?" Panic seeps through his tone, yanking off one of his gloves with his teeth to feel your pulse, putting two fingers to your neck. Its rapid-fire.

"E-everything," you whimper. It's hard to even form words anymore. Your vision is getting darker and darker, and you can no longer breathe.

You begin to cough, holding onto his shirt for comfort as you feel the edges of your conscious slipping. Your throat feels blocked up. Every attempt to speak results in a strained wheeze and a coughing fit.

Vincent lets out a rare, strangled noise. The fear of losing you is the one thing keeping him grounded.

He lifts you up easily, bridal-style, into his arms, resting your head against his chest. He maneuvers past the crowds, calling for someone to get a stretcher for you.

You can't tell what he's saying anymore, only that he's yelling. Is he mad? Upset?

Or terrified, maybe. Maybe that's why his voice is shaky and cracked.

"Baby, come on, just breathe for Dad, alright? Just focus on my voice, sweetie," he begs, rubbing circles in your chest, as if he can coax air into your lungs. "Breathe with me. Please."

Your breath stutters and comes out shallowly. There's nothing you can do.

No way to obey him. You can't breathe. Why can't you breathe? You're trying so hard, just like he asked you to, but it's like your lungs refuse to expand, refusing to cooperate.

Vincent tries his best to coach you into breathing right, talking in soothing tones and soft coos, encouraging you to calm down and copy him.

Even if everything didn't sound muffled, you couldn't understand him anyway from the way he's speaking, on the verge of hyperventilating. He's trying so hard to act okay for you.

Everything starts to become dim. Blackness creeps into the corners of your vision, slowly overtaking your sight entirely. No matter how hard you struggle, fighting to stay awake and alive, your body gives into the poison and shuts down, leaving you limp in his arms.

The last thing you hear before darkness consumes your consciousness is Vincent screaming louder than you've ever heard him before.

...

Vincent paces back and forth as he waits in the hospital hallway outside of the ER.

"Vincent," Trenton greets sympathetically. It's rare he ever refers to his boss with his first name, but it's not something Vincent minds usually, especially not now. His mind is too preoccupied. "We found the perpetrator—"

"Sullivan," Vincent snarls, finishing for him. "I already figured."

"R-right," Trenton sighs. "We caught him attempting to run. He was already prepared for flight. Uh, it seems like the strychnine was meant for you, but either mixed them up or you got your drinks mixed up."

Vincent nods. "That damn traitor... you have him in custody, right?" Trenton nods. "Good. Keep him alive. I want to kill him myself."

"Understood. Do you want us to torture him first?" Trent asks. He's usually not this brutal, but he loves you like a sibling, after all.

"No. I'm saving that pleasure for myself." The door opens and a doctor steps out. Vincent's most trusted doctor, Dr. Fredericks. "(Y/n)! Let me see them now!" He doesn't even bother asking if you're alive; he simply refuses to even consider that outcome. That's the only thing that's been stopping him from absolutely losing it.

"Okay, but they're very much out of it," she tells him, leading him down the hallway into your room.

She's right.

You're on a hospital bed with the covers pulled over your chest. An oxygen mask is secured over your mouth and nose, and several monitors hooked to various machines beep quietly, tracking your vitals. There's an IV drip attached to your wrist.

As promised, you are awake, but clearly unable to do anything beyond that. Your eyes are drooping and you're blinking slowly, struggling to stay alert.

"(Y/n)," Vincent breathes, rushing over and grabbing your hand. He crouches beside the bed so that he's level with you. "Sweetie? Can you hear me?" He kisses your temple gently. He brushes your hair away from your forehead, pressing his cheek against yours.

You try to move your hand weakly towards his voice.

The blond nods quickly. "Hi, baby. Yeah, its Dad. I'm here. Everything is gonna be okay now." He presses kisses all over your face—anywhere he can reach without disturbing the oxygen mask.

"Poisoned," you manage to rasp.

"I know, lovebug. But it'll be okay." Tears threaten to spill down Vincent's cheeks.

"Scary," you say next.

"I know," Vincent whispers again, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching closely enough. Shouldn't have let him anywhere near us. I won't make that same mistake again, I promise." Not after he turns that bastard to dust. Slowly.

"Not y'r fault," you slur.

"It is. I should've protected you. That's my job, sweetie." He kisses your hand repeatedly. "Don't speak anymore, okay? I just want you to rest. At least until this comes off." He taps the clear oxygen mask. "And then we'll talk aaaall you want. Doesn't that sound nice?"

You shift positions as much as the wires will allow, and you pat the small space on the mattress, motioning for him to join you.

He chuckles and shakes his head fondly. "Aww, buddy. I don't wanna crush you."

When you continue to persistently slap the bed sheets, he finally concedes. He slips his shoes off and climbs onto the bed with you, helping you lay on top of his chest.

He makes sure all wires are in place as they were moments ago. "Comfy?" You hum in confirmation. Vincent plays with your hair. "Get some sleep, honey. Dad's not going anywhere."

Your eyelids flutter shut as you listen to the sound of his steady heartbeat, grounding you and lulling you to a peaceful, safe sleep.

Normally Vincent would be awake, hyper-vigilant as ever, but the exhaustion from running around in a frenzy and pure terror takes its toll on him too. His eyes close and sleep follows soon after.

[definitelynotanalien]

Footballer!Hiori who fiddles with his fingers whenever he talks to his far too sweet manager, you

Footballer!Hiori who blushes whenever he’s near you, as if it’s instinct

Footballer!Hiori who’s not sure how he even came to be like this around you, after all the two of you had barely noticed each other at first

Footballer!Hiori who used to pretty much ignore you, but to be fair you did it to him to, the most that you talked to each other was a greeting or two before training, never even making small talk

Footballer!Hiori who thinks he fell for you the time when you joined in on his gaming session with Isagi, the pair of you made a good team

Footballer!Hiori who giggled as you shook off Isagi’s insults, and continued playing the match oh so nonchalantly

Footballer!Hiori who asks if the two of you can play again (without Isagi), and smiles when you tell him you can

Footballer!Hiori who starts to talk to you outside of training more, blabbing about games and his other interests, and watching as your eyes light up, wishing he could stare into them for eternity

Footballer!Hiori who begins to get truly interested in you, wanting to know more about you beyond surface level things

Footballer!Hiori who outwardly denies liking you, it’s inappropriate for a football player to like his manager! Let alone for him to be infatuated with them

Footballer!Hiori who subconsciously tries harder in training, working on fully mastering each and every pass, just to impress you

Footballer!Hiori who gets endearingly flustered when you compliment him one morning, insisting that it’s nothing much

Footballer!Hiori who stares a bit too long at you, lingers a bit too much after every training, laughs a bit too often at your unfunny jokes, gets a bit too angry when other guys are talking to you

Footballer!Hiori who blushes whenever his teammates point it out, and tease him over it

Footballer!Hiori who insists it’s nothing, you’re just so cool and nice and he wants to know more about you. There’s no way he could actually like you

Footballer!Hiori who shrugs when his teammates ask if he actually likes you, leaving the situation as quickly as possible

Footballer!Hiori who begins to actually try to pursue you, as he just wants to be devoured by your love

Footballer!Hiori who is desperate for your praise, despite how pathetic that is, and wants you to like him back

Footballer!Hiori who contemplates asking you out, before shaking his head and deciding to get closer to you first

Footballer!Hiori who’s delighted when he learns that you’re single, and currently on the market (despite a clawing green monster that wants you to be just as obsessed with him as he is with you)

Footballer!Hiori who needs your love and affection, he’s enchanted by you

Footballer!Hiori who wants you beyond superficial things, he wants to devour your soul, your mind, everything that makes you you.

Footballer!Hiori who wants to be able to bask in your presence. To drink your essence, and savour every last drop, like he’s a man trapped in the desert. Thirsty and starving, with you as his last lifeline

Footballer!Hiori who wants to devour you. To bite into your neck and tear into your sweet red flesh. Your blood would revitalise him, your soul would replenish him. Everything about you would save him. If you were a flower, he'd press you to preserve your soul forever

Footballer!Hiori who if he could, he’d snap your pretty little head off and eat it whole. He wants to be near you, forever, he wants to feel your skin on his. He wants to feel your soul in his. He wants to bite your pretty little neck and eat your vocal cords, to keep your voice. He’d do anything to be near you. He’d do anything.

Footballer!Hiori who’s sure he’s in love with you to an unhealthy degree, but who could blame him if it’s you?

[traumawhomst]

Mer MC who keeps finding injured fish: How sadistic is this Mer? They’re not even eating them! I need to stay away from them or I’ll be next.

Giant Mer trying to feed them without scaring them: I’m feeding them and not being seen! I’m very good at this :D

[astaroth1357]

Bon Voyage Event Spoilers!

God Solomon's lies by omission are really getting out of hand.

"Oh MC, I'm so sorry! I was just testing out this magic pillow to go into dreams and somehow accidentally fell asleep! So sorry we spent the night together in dreamland. I am not sorry in the slightest"

"Oh, by the way, would you like to try the pillow to go into my dreams? You would?? Great! Well we'll have to sleep together tonight even though I just used the pillow totally fine when we were in different rooms. No backsies"

"Hm? Having trouble sleeping? Take a whiff of this! It's not chloroform if it's magic"

"And now we're in my dreams! What fun! We are going on a cutesy, cliche human world date where not a damn soul can disturb us or so help me-!!"

How are you Solo-lovers not just constantly-

[kira-savior]

CHAPTER 5 of my yandere!Near au is completed

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

[yanderedrabbles]

I’m 🐰 Anon >:3

How would the yandere boys act with a reader that has body dysphoria? A reader who starves herself (I’m going through a hard moment and really wanted to know how they wound react, I wanted, you know, some comfort maybe-)

Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I know exactly how much ana sucks when she comes to visit. But don't worry, the boys will try their best. Unfortunately, their best isn't always very smart.

Skin and Bones - yandere boys when you won't eat

Yandere! Cowboy is predictably mean about it. He'll tug at the hem of your sundress and say he doesn't give a damn how your clothes fit, as long as you keep taking them off for him. At night, he'll bury his face between your thighs and nip at the tender flesh. "You're mine - your pretty cunt, your pretty smile, your pretty body. You don't get to starve what's mine, got it?"

Safe to say, he watches you like a hawk after that. At every meal, he makes sure your plate is sparkling clean. And if you even think about throwing up, he'll have his belt off in a second to teach you a hard lesson about abusing his property.

Yandere! Soldier thinks you're doing it to piss him off. "What? You're worried about being heavy?" He'll grab your waist and toss you over his shoulder in one smooth move, like you weigh even less than his gear. Smack your ass and say that no matter what you weigh, nothing can stop him from throwing you around.

"Now stop insulting me. съесть что-нибудь."

And eat something.

Yandere! Boyfriend understands better than you'd think. He cooks you something incredibly healthy and low calorie, a safe food. He'll stand behind you as you push it around your plate, his chin resting on your head and his fingers kneading your thighs. "C'mon baby, just a little bite?" He'll promise that if you finish it, he'll eat up too. And he doesn't mean food.

Yandere! Incubus notices it when he comes to you at night. He's attuned to every part of you in a way only demons can be. You're hungry, you're ravenous and there's some dark ugliness festering at the heart of it. In the morning, the handsome young priest stops at your table and tells you that you've been looking ill lately, that you should definitely eat some more. He'll tug at his rosary and remind you, "When the flesh hungers, so does the soul."

Yandere! Desert Bandit doesn't understand it. Food is hard to come by, so why are you turning it down? When you explain it to him, he scoffs. "The desert sent you to me. Why would I want to change such a precious gift?"

If you insist on being stubborn, he'll lunge at you and wrestle you under him.

"I've dreamt of you, just as you are."

Maybe he can show you exactly how perfect you are to him and if not...He can always hold you down and feed you himself.

Yandere! Academic Rival will order a ton of expensive dishes and have them delivered right to his apartment. Everything you've ever mentioned wanting to try. He'll rest a fork at your lips and smirk at you. And be suffocatingly condescending when he says, "I thought you were smarter than this. Now open up and prove me right."

[samitostuff]

“You may forget and grow older, but you are still the same cold man you were all those years ago, Mr. Wayne.” - batsis after the kidnapping, probably.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE,

- EVIL!WALLY CLARK X READER -

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; yandere/evil hcs w wally clark.

⋆ tags/warnings. wally clark x female reader. obsessive behavior. toxic white man !!

♫ “Oh, can't you see, you belong to me? How my poor heart aches, with every step you take?” ♫ Every Breath You Take by The Police

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

You think you can get away? Sorry sweetheart, not an option.

Jumping straight into this, he will kill you. Find a way to orchestrate it. Manipulate Mr. Martin somehow, set it all up. You’re coming with him. Forever.

He’s been watching you from the get go. Even before he killed you, he studies you like his life depends on it. Rhonda and Charley can ask him why he’s standing in the hallways. He’ll come up with BS excuses- they don’t deserve to know you. Not yet.

He watches your friends with contempt. He’d kill them too if it wouldn’t be so damn awkward, running into them for all eternity. Yuck! The thought makes him sick.

Once your dead- he comforts you. He’s the only person to get to hold you. If anyone tries to talk to you to help you figure out what happened, he’s sending them a charming (a bit scary) smile, and saying “I’ll take over from here.”

He’s sneaking an arm around you. He makes big shows in the ghost circle when your present; pretending to care about helping you find out what killed you. Defending you from Mr. Martin or Rhonda.

He needs to be seen as your hero.

And you’ll be none the wiser.

“Wear my letterman jacket, yeah? For good luck?”

also makes you wear the necklace.

He just wants everyone to know who you belong too.

He’ll dig up CD’s in the school library for you two to have little dates. Listen to the 80’s music in a corner at night. Make you watch all his favorite original horror movies, just so he can see your innocent little face terrified. And then he can wrap an arm around you-

“Hey hey hey, I’ll protect you.”

Truly believes he’s given you everything the two of you could ever want. An eternity together.

If you don’t want to be his prom date, you don’t have the option. His eye will twitch- and with a smile, he’ll say he understands through gritted teeth.

But oh, oh, oh, poor Charley. Wally Clark is a jock- and classic one at that. His highschool bully roots will come through eventually.

He’ll have Charley pushed against a locker, threatening to kill him a second time if he doesn’t convince you to go.

You’re his girl. His only hope to find happiness in this shithole of a school.

“You- you love me, right?”

He asks, his eyes a bit too focused on his jersey number he doodled on the back of your hand.

If you say yes, he’ll practically wag his tail and put an arm around you possessivley.

If you stutter, he’ll nod with a shy laugh- a quick “i’m jus’ kidding,” muttered.

But…on the inside? He’s thinking what more he can do to worship you. To make you realize he’s your knight in shining armor, your best player.

He’s an optimist. And a patient man.

He’ll wait for you to come to your senses.

[dorea80-blog]

I literally told one of my friends yesterday that I have no fears. Things change.

He's the very first yandere I'm actually terrified of.

Sir, please stay a respectful ten lightyears away from me.