#yandere near

[kira-savior]

I made this for my yandere au, which is now a fanfic called "Wilted Hyacinth"

Here's Light again

[shini--chan]

Could I request L, Mello, and Near for Guanyin, Zelos and Quetzalcoatl? Is it possible for you to consider this request?

Yandere Death Note – An Examination of Justice

The yandere alphabet: Yandere Alphabet: Gods & Goddesses. Note, that the character’s ages have been adjusted to fit the respective reader’s. Ped0philia ain’t condoned here.

L Lawliet

Guanyin - What would cause them to feel regret for their actions? Do they know what they are doing is wrong?

L would be fully aware that from a legal standpoint, that his actions would be deplorable. With that in mind, he would strive to create circumstances where his actions would either be legal, or where the authorities would have no problem turning a blind eye.

He would regret his actions if you would commit suicide or go on a crime spree. However, he wouldn’t regret what he had done, he would only regret how he had done it. In hindsight, he would always see how he could have done differently and thus have sent you down a different path.

Quetzalcoatl - What life events/circumstances lead to them becoming yandere?

For L, there wouldn’t be any one life event that would have caused him to become a yandere. It would be more a matter o fascination and curiosity. You were someone that didn’t react as he predicted. It didn’t matter if you were highly intelligent or not, it was your unpredictability that probably caught his eye. It sent his thoughts spiralling and he just had to have you, take you apart, see how you ticked.

Zelos - How does their jealousy look like?

His jealously is cold. L doesn’t do well with emotional outbursts and when he does give into his passions, it is only for a brief window of time. If it was innocuous, he would simply scare the person or animal away with a few choice words or actions. If the victim of his jealously would persist, then he would break them down psychologically. You, would then find that he would have a thorough interrogation in store for you.

Mello

Guanyin - What would cause them to feel regret for their actions? Do they know what they are doing is wrong?

Mello would drown himself in his own passions in order to ignore any doubts that would ever gnaw at his mind. Any reasoning would fall on deaf ears and even if he would listen to you, he would rationalise his actions – with his intelligence, it would be very easy for him to do so.

However, if you cold get him in one of his quieter moments and slowly needle your way in his mind, discreetly nudge him in the direction you want over the course of months, then you would have a chance. But be careful! - too fast he would catch on to what you’ve doing and dig his heels in. Too slow, and things would become complicated.

Quetzalcoatl - What life events/circumstances lead to them becoming yandere?

In Mello's case, it would have been a phelora of circumstances that lead to him developing such an unhealthy attachment to you. There would be the fact that he would have been born an orphan. Perhaps you would remind him of one of his parents, and he would use you as a quasi replacement for the home and the family he lost at a young age.

Perhaps you would simply understand him and see him for who he is, without any of the prejudices and admonishments – that would be something he would have yearned for, for so long, so if somebody would finally give it to him he would keep them very close.

Maybe he was just so alone all those years, too far up to interact normally with other people, but not that shining star that got all the praise and attention. Considering that, he would yearn to have somebody outside the rat race he could lean on. Or the competitive and unwelcoming environment would have simply made him bitter and he would just want to have a good chew toy. Shame that it happened to be you then.

Zelos - How does their jealousy look like?

When jealous, Mello is like a wounded tiger – prone to lashing at those that come to close, yet focused on achieving his goals. Unfortunately, he would have a proclivity for disproportionate retribution so matters could get very hairy for everybody involved.

If anything, you would have to walk a very fine line between being out of dodge all while not making Mello think that you’re hiding from him. Hiding from him in those circumstances would only make his anger burn hotter. Unless of course, he would be playing one of his games.

Near

Guanyin - What would cause them to feel regret for their actions? Do they know what they are doing is wrong?

Near would take a while to notice that his actions might be problematic; not because he would be in vehement denial, but because the relationship between the two of you would only form gradually.

Most likely he would only become aware of the unethical-ness of his own actions after somebody would point them out or you would complain. Perhaps if it would damage his reputation as the third L he would reconsider, but aside that – no. He would easily find a way to justify his actions and if he couldn’t reconcile it with societal morals, then he would throw morals out of the window. After all, morals vary from culture to culture and are only useful if they provide results.

Quetzalcoatl - What life events/circumstances lead to them becoming yandere?

It wouldn't be any one event or even due to be an orphan or growing up in Wammy’s House. Of course, that would be the roots of a whole host of problems but it wouldn’t be the reason he would become yandere. Rather, you would gradually slot into his life and with time, he would become so used to you that he couldn’t do without you.

Zelos - How does their jealousy look like?

Near would tend to become a bit carried away with his jealousy. One would think that he would be cool and calculating, but surprisingly, that wouldn’t be the case. Removing you from him would be removing a fundamental part of his life and he wouldn’t take well to that. Not to mention that Near does have his pride and arrogance and drawing your attention would scratch his ego.

He would ruin the person, maybe even drive them so far as to make them end their own life. You would have to have either very good reasoning skills, be willing to sacrifice so of your comforts or both.

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

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

[yuu9o]

🫶🏻

With you his world light up

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

[cutiesigh]

❤️🖤🩷

Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[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-

[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.

[cheesecakethots]

Part 2

Your mother had described meeting her soulmate, your father, as the most influential moment of her entire life, despite the fact it had been so ordinary.

They had simply been passing each other in a busy marketplace, and happened to brush hands. The static and pull they both felt only meant one thing, and the rest was history.

Your siblings met their soulmates before you, your older brother even having met his as a young child. Maybe that’s why you were chosen, and not them. Maybe that’s why they didn’t fight for you, after all.

The village you live in had a harsh winter, with no crops being able to grow and people starting to freeze to death in their own homes. You had known the village leaders were the superstitious type, but you almost scoffed aloud when they declared the hardships faced must’ve been the work of a vengeful spirit or yokai.

You had been woken up when some of them dragged you out of bed, still in your flimsy old nightgown that did nothing to protect you from the frosty bite to the wind. Your father didn’t intervene, didn’t cry, didn’t do anything as he watched them carry you away. Your mother had broken into sobs when you screamed at her to save you, but still did nothing. Your siblings didn’t even bother to leave their rooms to watch you be hauled off like some livestock on route to a chopping block.

The woods were long and hard to traverse, but it wasn’t long before they had taken you to the centre, using old and frayed rope to tie you by the waist to a thick tree trunk. They didn’t turn back when leaving, didn’t so much as spare you a glance while you screamed and screamed and screamed.

You stopped after ten minutes, instead allowing yourself to cry silently, hoping that you would wake up soon with your parents ready to comfort you, your siblings waiting to laugh off your silly nightmare. No such thing happened.

It’s been about half an hour now. Maybe less. Maybe more. You’re certain at this point that no hungry spirit is going to find you, and instead you’re going to die a slow, cold death, all alone. Well, maybe not slow.

You don’t hear the soft crunches of snow in front of you, too busy staring at your own feet that are starting to go blue.

“Hm, what do we have here?”

Your eyes glance up. For a second you believe that you’re hallucinating, taking note of the clearly wealthy man in a large hat before you, as well as the men in armour situated behind him.

The man raises an eyebrow. “Well?”

Mouth opening and closing, you attempt to splutter out something, but what comes out is a shaky, unsure breath.

He scoffs, moving closer, “Speak up, will you? Or is your throat frozen?”

A cough leaves you, your throat feeling scratchy and dry, but you spit something out nonetheless.

“Th-They l-l-left me h-here,” you stammer, your voice shaking and teeth chattering wildly. Every breath you take feels as though the ropes around your torso are tightening and tightening.

“Who left you here?” He asks, despite the fact that he sounds rather uninterested.

“Th-The village. M-My fa-family. They left me h-here to die,” you whisper, and you’re surprised by the bitterness you somehow have the strength left to conjure. You look up at him, tears still streaming down your face, “H-How cou-could they throw me a-away like that?”

Something in his expression shifts, and he takes another step towards you, head tilting to the side as he considers something.

“Why did they leave you here, then?”

“Sa-Sacrifice to a yokai. T-They thought it w-would s-stop the wi-winter and help the cr-crops grow.”

He chuckles, but there seems to be little amusement in his tone. “How ridiculous.”

You cough again, your body shivering all the more. You’re going to die soon, you know it.

“What would you offer me if I were to save you?”

Hope doesn’t crawl into your veins at his words, instead a dry sob leaves you, “I have n-nothing left to give. Nothing.”

“Not even your gratitude?”

His eyes meet yours once again, and you can’t help but note how very pretty they are, despite the fact you’re on the verge of death.

“I-If you save m-me, I’ll forever be indebted to you.”

“Hm. It’ll have to do.”

The ropes holding you up fall before you can even realise what’s happened, and in turn so do you, landing on your hands and knees, your body quaking violently.

“Up. Otherwise you’ll freeze to death here. Stand up.”

But you can’t. Any apologies you have die on your tongue when he tuts, kneeling in front of you.

He reaches a hand out to roughly pull you up by the wrist, “Archons, I have to do everything aroun-“

His grip on you leaves as fast as it came, and he stumbles back on his feet a little, watching as you peer up at him, eyes wide.

You don’t have much time to consider the consequences of what has just happened, as your body finally gives way, and you collapse into the snow in front of your soulmate.

[ymechi]

Who is the real Creator?

Sorry this took so long I have so much to say but I have no idea where to start. I hope you guys are okay with how it ended and the decision I made. This is a yandere au but with Nahida it is platonic (and the rest of the underage characters).

-TW: cult au, yandere, impostor au, mentions of being hunted down, mentions of trauma, self harm (nothing major)

-Gn reader and darling (please tell me if I mess this up message me and I will fix it)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, this is part 5, part 6

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Reader began to unpack their stuff, it was mostly clothes and books, everything else like cooking utensils was unnecessary as there were attendants who would handle stuff like cooking and cleaning. Reader guessed that was the perks of being an Archon.

The room was a bit of a mess the large doors were open and the boxes littered the floor with various trinkets and Readers personal belongings. 

One should not look down on how much stuff one can gather, even in a foreign world. Soon they would be able to write poems with how well their vocabulary had gotten.

Reader took out a shirt and folded it neatly putting it inside the nicely carved wardrobe. They felt a little out of place in the spacious and very fancy room. Yet there was a certain charm towards it, Reader especially loved the tall glass windows that let the sunlight in.

"I see you are already settling in."

"Oh, Nahida! I did not see you there, yeah I thought it was best to do it while I could."

"You know there are attendants if you ever need help, please don't feel too bad it's their job after all."

"Well if you put it that way. . . I guess I could use a hand with the rest of the clothes." 

Reader had underestimated how many clothes they had, it was boring to fold them and sort them all. They had bought most of their clothes and personal items as both Nahida and Reader did not know the extent of the tension that Darling's reveal would cause.

They looked through the boxes and one object caught Readers eye. It shined as the sun reflected on it. Reader took it out and observed it. This was a gift Darling had given them, it was a Fanoos that was intricately carved and made out of polished gold. The lantern's glass was made out of various colors in geometrical shapes. Overall it was very beautiful something Reader would like.

Speaking of. . .

"Nahida what will happen to Darling after. . . you know?"

Nahida watched the lantern that was in their hand without saying anything and then looked at Reader with a smile.

"It was decided that they would go to an isolated temple in Inazuma for their own safety. Even if they are innocent we can't be too careful what others might do."

Well, at least Darling would be safe there was no need to worry after all they had the Raiden shogun. Inazuma would be far away though.

They looked at the Fanoos, it would be pretty to add it near the nightstand. . . There was already a lamp there, so they decided to put it on a bookshelf instead.

"It looks very nice on the shelf there," said Nahida.

"Yeah, I am glad you think so too," replied Reader.

Reader saw a familiar hat figure silhouette from the open door. It was Wanderer as they had expected, curiously he was carrying several moving boxes as well.

"That is right I forgot to tell you Wanderer decided for extra security to move in here as well, I saw no reason to turn him down."

"O-oh but is it fine for him to just move like that because of me?"

Wanderer must have heard the conversation as he turned to look directly at them. He nodded toward Reader who gave him a small wave. After the status of Readers creator-hood was revealed Wanderer had taken to being polite to Reader but after some more nagging on their part, he had mellowed down a bit. He did tease them from time to time as was normal between them.

Reader hoped with time they could go back to the usual scowling Wanderer who did not hesitate to say what was on his mind.

However, that did make Reader ponder why he turned polite while Nahida stayed the same.

Reader must have been staring at Nahida as the Archon looked at them with a tilted head.

"I see you two are talking behind my back, not very nice I must say."

"We were just talking about your new living arrangements," she looked at Wanderer with an innocent look, "you know, it made their grace feel really bad."

Reader snorted at Nahida's jab at getting into Wanderer.

Wanderer looked surprised but sighed looking at Reader with a sincere expression they did not expect to get today.

"There is no need to concern yourself with that I chose to move out of my own violation, no one forced me to."

Reader gave an awkward smile and wrung their hands together.

"Alright, but I still feel bad-," Wanderer sighed at Reader, "let me finish! I feel bad so if you need any help come to me okay?"

Wanderer looked like he was about to turn down the offer until Nahida interjected.

"Actually since you both are moving in how about we all take a shopping trip to buy decorations, you can then ask Reader for advice on what to buy, two birds in one stone."

"A shopping trip sounds nice," Reader said and looked at Wanderer with hopeful eyes.

Wanderer closed his eyes and sighed.

"It seems you won't let this go, fine then let me put these stuff down and we can go down to the market."

Nahida and Reader looked at each other with a smile. It was going to be a fun trip.

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.

.

The sunset this day was a bright crimson and was fading into orange at the horizon. There was no cloud in sight. the people were gathered near the central temple in Sumeru. One of the Creator's temples. Reader grimaced.

They adjusted their hood once again feeling nervous not to get caught. Wanderer held their hand more tightly and they gave a squeeze back feeling thankful.

Soon one of the heads of the religion came out near the podium.

The people were confused and some were curious but it was clear soon everyone would find out what the gathering was for.

Nahida stepped up as well, and she began to speak. Then the priest took over and Reader watched everyone's face turn to shock and outrage.

Impostor.

Reader clenched their jaw and held Wanderer's hand tighter. He did not flinch or let go.

Nahida and the priest calmed the people down in the end but there was still much tension left.

By the end of it Reader and Wanderer left the place.

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.

.

They met Nahida outside of a meeting room. She looked exhausted and Reader's heart ached. With clumsy hands, they took out a juice bottle they had.

"You look tired, please take some."

Nahida gave a small smile and nodded.

"Thank you."

Her voice was small and a bit hoarse no doubt from all the talking. Once again Reader felt awful not being able to do anything, especially since Nahida was a dear friend.

"Please don't worry about me I am fine, as an Archon this is one of the many duties I must attend to," her face turned more serious looking at Reader, "I am afraid we are not done yet this is your turn now."

Reader's shoulders squared and they nodded. Right, it was their turn now. No more running away and this time they were not alone either. Reader looked at their friends and gave a reassuring smile.

Nahida smiled and nodded at them before turning and opening the door.

It wasn't as intimidating as they had imagined when they entered the room. It was decided for Reader's sake they would ask the acolyte and Archons who would be able to attend to come and not tell anything of the importance of the meeting. Naturally since the recent announcement from the church most would be busy, only those who had time would come and it would not be a large group. It was better for Reader to start off small Nahida had recommended and they agreed.

The Archon’s that were able to attend were unsurprisingly Venti and Zhongli. Yet most people in the room would be unaware of the importance of such figures.

As they entered Nahida stepped in front of them while Wanderer walked behind them, they felt rather safe this way.

The others who had arrived were Diluc, Lisa, Cyno, Kujo Sara and Chlorinde. Quite the cast had come. Now all of their eyes were on the trio but mostly on Reader as they stood in front.

Nahida stepped up to speak but Reader beat them to it putting a hand in front of her, all while still looking at their audience.

The sky outside was just as red there was an odd silence in the wind. The shadows on the acolytes' faces deepened and their eyes became glaring embers of accusation evident on their eyes.

Impostor.

They had thought a lot about what to say, and there were many words and accusations they wanted to scream at the top of their lungs until Reader's voice became hoarse and dry. Yet what were words when actions could speak louder?

They took out the same kitchen knife from before on that day from their pocket. They did not bother to look at their reactions. Reader took out their palm and cut it and watched as it bled a brilliant gold. They were still unused to the sight themselves and took a moment to admire it.

They heard a sharp breath. Before anyone could speak they threw the knife onto the table.

Reader then left the room.

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Taglist: @resident-cryptid @probablynoposts @esthelily @mitsukashi @charming-mage @chaoticfivesworld @irisxiel @dulcedelechenginamo @yu-ulda @samohxt2-0 @pinkpainc @vianitry

[tang3r1n]

it’s rainy and foggy and they’re playing love songs up at work and all i can fucking think abt is a yandere creeper lazily walking around the entire store so obviously checking out that fat little cutie behind the counter.

[kira-savior]

Yandere Near kidnaps Light

Fanfic

[huntinglove]

Imagine stalking your F/O!!

💙 You've always considered yourself their number one fan, and that applied to everything. At first, you kept up with their socials as carefully as you could, it became part of your routine

☁️ Every new location they went to, every new person they met and every new interest they got, you were always the very first person to know about all of it. Nothing about your beloved could ever escape your watchful gaze

💙 Not a single detail about your F/O ever went unappreciated, with a single look at them you could capture and admire everything, but it's always a good idea to photograph it too, for memory's sake! All the little things that no one else ever pays attention to, they mean the world to you!

☁️ Sometimes you'd text them from a different number, pretending to have messaged the wrong number just to remind them to buy some of the groceries and essentials they were running out of back at home, you are a helpful and attentive lover after all

💙 You're their guardian angel, it doesn't take much to make their days better from the sidelines, and you know they'll appreciate it when you finally muster up the courage to confess your love and adoration for them! Soon they'd understand how you've been caring for them from afar, and they'll love you even more for it

[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.

[datesinredink]

General yandere Danny Phantom headcanons

Definitely overprotective, I mean, c'mon, have you seen what he deals with daily? Boys got trauma

Really really hesitant about letting you fight ghosts with him- can be convinced but if you ever get hurt beyond something like scraped knees he’s not letting you ghost hunt again

If you break a bone may god forgive whatever poor ghost hurt you because he sure won’t

Anyway, he's also really sweet. It's almost sickeningly sweet at times

Bro is smitten. He tries to do cute stuff with you when he’s not busy with ghosts but unfortunately he doesn’t get a break very often

By the way, you're gonna have to deal with some degree of manipulation. He swears he’s just trying to convince you to make the better choice, but honestly who is he kidding. For the most part at least he’s trying to keep you to himself. Maybe he’ll be ok with Sam hanging around you, but Tucker is standing on thin ice.

Moving on. Of course he's gonna take advantage of his ghost powers to stalk you we’re talking about a yandere au

Also leaves little trinkets that he either found in the lab or made himself around your house. You don't know who's leaving green and white bracelets in your room or how they got in while all the doors and windows were locked but you sure wish they’d go away

I think he’d be kinda touch starved tbh. Am I crazy? Maybe. Am I projecting here a little. Most likely.

Usually has a hand on you somewhere- shoulders, hand, back, whatever. He's just really physically affectionate

Won’t kill anyone, but isn't above harassing people to make them go away

Gets really possessive when he’s jealous but also you’re gonna have to strangle it out of him if you wanna know why he gets really weird around any one person

Not all that quick to jealousy though!!! Maybe mild annoyance but usually not much further than that

One way to trigger it though is if you’re fine with him being touchy/are affectionate with him and then are the same way towards someone else. He may convince himself you're leading him on

Kinda goes by the logic of ‘well he’s best friends with Sam but he's not like THAT with HER so why would you be so affectionate with some other guy’

He does not grasp the idea that maybe you're more comfortable with physical affection with others than him. He should work on that.

End note here because this is kinda long, i’m running out of things to put here, and I’ve been working on this for something around 3 nights, kudos to the… *checks tag* one person who’s semi active in the yandere danny phantom tag. I dunno how you managed to come up with stuff without any other people to add fuel to the idea fire here, but great job. I could never.

[aniyaaaaayyya]

On the edge to oblivion

Part I: On the brink of death

possessive!mahito x f!reader

near death experience, angst, hurt, no smut, blood mentioned, mahito x f!reader, yandere?, obsessive behavior, mahito and reader are in an (unofficial) relationship, reader is human

Mahito is fighting off another curse when reader gets critically injured. How will he react when her life starts slipping away? Will he be able to accept her death?

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The air was thick with the scent of blood and cursed energy as you lay on the cold ground, barely conscious. Your body trembled, pain coursing through your veins like fire, and the distant sound of battle was muffled by the ringing in your ears. Mahito’s voice, usually soft and teasing, was now frantic, filled with a desperation you had never heard before. Still, you could only make out bits and pieces of what he was saying through the blanket of pain and the erratic beating and ringing in your ears.

“No, no, no…” he muttered, crouching beside you, his hands hovering uncertainly over your broken body. “You can’t die. You won’t die.”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Your vision blurred, and the edges of your consciousness began to fade as darkness crept closer. You had never seen Mahito like this—he was always so carefree, toying with life and death as if they were mere playthings to him. But now, his face twisted with an unfamiliar fear, his usual cold eyes wide with panic.

Mahito gritted his teeth, his fingers trembling as they brushed your blood-soaked skin. “I didn’t bring you this far j-… ..lose you. I need y...” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, his usual playful arrogance replaced by something raw, something dangerous. His possessiveness had always been unsettling, but now it was suffocating, his fear fueling his obsession.

You gasped for breath, every inhale like shards of glass tearing through your lungs. “Mahi-…” you managed to croak, your voice weak, barely audible.

“Shh, don’t speak,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as if your words would somehow push you closer to death. “You’re goi…be.. fine. You have to be fine.” His fingers dug into your skin, his cursed energy crackling like static in the air. “I won’t let you leave me. You’re mine.”

His tone was possessive, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his fear. Mahito had always viewed life as malleable, something to be twisted and shaped to his whims. But now, with you on the brink of death, he was powerless. And that terrified him more than anything.

You felt yourself slipping further away, your body growing colder with each passing second. The darkness was so close now, so comforting, like a lullaby calling out for you to rest. But Mahito wouldn’t let you go. His hands tightened around you, his cursed energy flooding into your body in a frantic attempt to keep you tethered to life.

“I’ll fix this,” he growled, his voice breaking. “I’ll fix you. I’ll make you better, just like I always do. You don’t get to leave me.” His words were both a promise and a threat, a desperate plea for you to stay by his side, no matter the cost.

But you knew. You had seen this side of him before, the way he viewed people as his creations, his toys to manipulate. Yet, somewhere along the way, you had become something more to him, something he couldn’t bear to lose.

Tears welled in his eyes, though he would never admit to crying. His grip on you tightened as if holding you close could stop death from claiming you. “I won’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “Not you. Not like this.”

Your heart ached at the sight of him—broken, terrified, and desperately clinging to the only person who had ever made him feel something real. You had always known he was possessive, but seeing him like this, shattered by the thought of losing you, made you realize just how deep his feelings ran. It wasn’t just obsession—it was fear, vulnerability, a desperate need to keep you with him, no matter what.

You reached up with the last of your strength, your fingers brushing against his cheek, wiping away the tears that stained his face. “Mahito…” you whispered again, barely audible, your voice fading.

“Don’t.” His voice cracked, and he shook his head violently, his tears falling harder now. “Don’t say anything. Just stay. Don‘t leave me here.”

But you couldn’t hold on much longer. The darkness was pulling you under, your body too broken to fight any longer. You gave him a small, weak smile, one last reassurance before the world went black.

“No!” Mahito screamed, his voice echoing in the emptiness as your eyes fluttered shut, your body falling limp in his arms. The silence that followed was deafening, a void that swallowed him whole as he cradled you close to his chest.

For the first time in his existence, Mahito felt truly powerless. He had manipulated life and death, twisted souls to his will, but here, with you in his arms, lifeless and still, he was nothing. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his heart pounding in his ears as he rocked back and forth, clutching you as if he could bring you back by sheer force of will.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice breaking into a sob. “You’re mine, and I won’t let you go.”

Mahito’s cursed energy flared around him, violent and unstable, as he pressed his forehead against yours. He would bring you back. He had to. Losing you wasn’t an option. You were the only thing that made him feel alive, the only person who saw him as more than a monster. He would break the very fabric of existence if that’s what it took to keep you by his side.

“I won’t let you die,” he whispered, a vow, a curse, a promise. “I’ll make you mine again.”

And with that, Mahito closed his eyes, his cursed energy enveloping you both in a dark, suffocating embrace, as he began the twisted process of bringing you back from the brink of death—his way. You were his, and he would stop at nothing to keep it that way.

Even if it meant losing the person you once were.

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