#yandere owl house

[yandere-toons]

Yandere: "is that your family?" S/O: "nope, nah-uh, nada. I've never seen those people in my life"

Years of hard data say you're lying, but they're not about to incriminate themselves by revealing so: Huey Duck, Hunter | Golden Guard, Aziraphale, Sheldon J Plankton, Doctor Nefarious, Tenth Doctor, Shang Tsung, Dr Flug, Perry the Platypus, Midoriya Izuku

Suspects the lie but rolls with it: Ian Malcolm, Louie Duck, Anthony J. Crowley, Nick Wilde, Nagito Komaeda, Captain Jack Sparrow, Lightning McQueen, Ratchet, Kaa, Bugs Bunny, Mike Wazowski, Johnny Loughran, Klaus Hargreeves, Sans Undertale, Arataka Reigen, Tyrion Lannister, Legoshi, Rouge the Bat, Wallace Wells, Kendall Roy, Connor Roy, Finnick Odair

Races over to introduce themselves: Toga Himiko, SpongeBob SquarePants, Dewey Duck, Judy Hopps, Kokichi Ouma, Beetlejuice, Celia Mae, Gaston, Mavis Dracula, Undyne, Beast Boy, Deadpool, Alvin Seville, Phil Dunphy

Believes you: Pinkie Pie, Bluey & Bingo, Jataro Kemuri, Chick Hicks, Caligosto Loboto, GIR, Daffy Duck, Bill & Ted, Olaf, Shigeo Kageyama, Starfire, Scott Pilgrim, Ken, Castiel

Laughs at your thin deceptions: Emperor Belos, Bill Cipher, Black Hat, Scar, Shere Khan, Tai Lung, Lord Shen, Pagan Min, Invader ZiM, Shao Kahn, Eleventh Doctor, Rainbow Dash, Shenzi, Randall Boggs, Duncan Pepperidge Anderson, Agent Smith, Doctor Eggman, Han Solo, Alastor, Izaya Orihara, Gideon Graves, Roman Roy, Shiv Roy, Gristol Malik

Alternative interpretation is equally funny — the yandere is pointing out random groups of people and slowly narrowing down their choices.

[frogspond200]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚞𝚣 𝙿𝚝.3

Requested by: Anon

Ask: Hello! Can we get a part 3 to the yandere Luz story plz I really want to see how it turns since it's really good

Warning: general Yandere behavior

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It was raining outside, and Luz was pacing back and forth in her room, unable to contain her anxiety. She had spent hours trying to convince the reader to stay, but it was no use. In the end, the reader had insisted they wanted to leave, and Luz had no choice but to comply.

The sound of footsteps outside made Luz look up from her thoughts. In the dim light, she could make out the reader's silhouette as they made their way towards the window. "Wait, don't go!" she cried, rushing over to block their escape.

However, the reader was more determined than ever. Without a word, they brushed past her and opened the window, stepping out into the rainy night. As the reader vanished from view, Luz rushed outside in pursuit, calling out their name.

"Come back!" she cried, but her words were met with silence. She ran as fast as she could, searching for the reader's form among the darkness. But after a few moments, she stopped in her tracks, realizing that she was alone. With heavy heart, Luz turned around and began the long walk back home.

As Luz walked back home, her thoughts were jumbled. She was filled with a mixture of anger, disappointment, and loneliness. Her heart ached for the reader, and she blamed herself for pushing them away.

As she approached the front door of her house, she found herself staring at the raindrops streaming down her face. She had always found comfort in the rain, but now it only served as a reminder of what she had lost. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the pain.

It had been three years since Luz had last seen the reader. In that time, she had grown up and become a young adult. She had finished high school, worked various jobs, and was now attending college.

Luz's days were filled with classwork, studying, and socializing with her friends. But every night before bed, she found herself thinking about the reader. Although they had been apart for a long time, Luz still felt a connection to them. She missed their voice, their laugh, and their touch.

After a few months of struggling to forget the reader, Luz decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew they were still living in the same town, so she began trying to find them. She asked her friends and family if they knew what the reader was up to, but no one could provide a concrete answer.

As the weeks turned into months, Luz felt the hope of finding the reader slipping away. She had tried everything, but it seemed like the reader had simply disappeared without a trace.

However, one day, her luck finally changed. Luz was walking back from class when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around, her heart racing as she recognized the reader. They had grown up and looked different compared to when Luz had last seen them, but there was no mistaking those eyes.

"Reader," Luz breathed, unable to believe it was really them. With tears in her eyes and butterflies in her stomach, she ran up and embraced them. "I thought I lost you forever," she whispered, burying her face in their shoulder.

As Luz held the reader in her arms, she suddenly felt their body go rigid and stiff. A look of panic spread across their face as they tried to break free, but Luz was too strong for them.

Luz frowned in confusion as she realized the reader was struggling against her grip. "Reader?" she asked, trying to loosen her hold on them. "Are you OK? What's wrong?"

The reader's panic only intensified as they pushed and pulled against Luz's arms, but she wouldn't let go. "Let me go," they begged, their voice tremoring with fear.

After a few moments of silence, Luz took a deep breath and lifted her head to meet the reader's eyes. She could see the pain and confusion on their face, and she knew that they needed answers.

"Reader, please," Luz said softly, her tone full of remorse. "I'm sorry for everything I did. I know I took it too far and I should have respected your boundaries. I was just so afraid of losing you that I went crazy. I never meant to hurt you."

A wave of emotions crossed the reader's face as they took in everything Luz was saying. They had spent years trying to forget about the girl who had caused them so much hurt, but now, here she was, apologizing and trying to make amends. The reader didn't know what to say or how to feel in that moment, but deep down, they wanted to believe that Luz was sincere in her apologies.

"You should've told me that sooner," they finally said, their voice soft and raspy. "But I guess it's better late than never."

The reader's acceptance of Luz's apology was a moment of vindication for the girl, who had spent so many years regretting her actions. And while it might take time for her and the reader to rebuild trust, this was undoubtedly a step in the right direction.

Luz couldn't resist the urge to give the reader a hug, and this time, the reader willingly returned the gesture. The two stood there in silence, each enjoying the warm embrace, before the reader reluctantly pulled away. "I still need some time," the reader whispered. "But I want to try again."

Luz's eyes widened as she heard the reader's words, her hope growing with each passing second. "You're serious?" she asked, her tone full of joy.

The reader nodded, their expression serious yet hopeful. "But I need to know you've changed," they said. "That you've left the past behind and you're ready to move forward." They took a deep breath, gathering their courage before continuing. "I think we can make this work," they said gently, "but I need to know I can trust you. Can I trust you?"

[duskoon]

Yandere!Raine Whispers(General) headcanons:

Tw: GN!reader, Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviours, Stalking, Unhealthy idolisation, Unhealthy relationship, Drugging via magic, Implied reckless behaviours, Slight manipulation, Mentions of isolation, Delusional mindset, Implied past grooming.

• It was at IFWOT, that they have first laid their dark peppermint irises on you. You were extremely shy, more so than them. No matter how many times Eda tried to drag you to meet them, you kept on running back to hide into one of the boxes like a scared kit into its own burrow. Which was endearing to them, to say the least. It took a lot of convincing and bribing with apple blood, on the troublemaker’s part to get you to cave in and introduce yourself.

• Before the trials took place, they were surprised to know that you didn’t attend any school for that matter. You -instead- were tutored by a senior member of the Emperor’s coven. In hopes of taking their place and to grace your family’s name by joining the well-respected coven. Honestly, they began to sympathise with you. All alone, with high burdens on your shoulders, and sheltered from the isle only to fulfil this sole purpose. They knew what it felt like, otherwise they wouldn’t bother to attend this event in the first place.

• “I will be fine, I promise. Eda, I’ve seen your eyes on that student. Go partner with them, if you’re interested in them. I’ll work with Malik.” With that being said, you and the boy from the plant coven joined forces. From afar, Raine couldn’t help but fret about you. It was unwise of them to jump to conclusions, yet you do not seem like the offensive type to them.

• “Nah, do not worry about them. They may seem frail, but I am very well aware not to underestimate them. They have magic like no other. I have seen it before, trust me.” Before they could inquire further about it, the challenges had began. “Fine then. Let’s win the blue ribbon, shall we.” The celeste haired witch smirked blithely. “You bet, we will.”

• They were impressed and shocked at the extent of your magic. Your manipulation of the shadows -akin to holding the strings of a marionette- were working together with the movements of the flora in complete sync. Thus, recreating the daunting structure of a slitherbeast.

• Raine firmly believes that shadow magic is complimentary to your person. Elusive, sneaky, and hidden from plain sight. Neither they or Eda were upset that they have lost the round, if anything the ginger playfully jabbed them in the chest with a crooked grin. “I told you so.”

• Despite the hectic competition that day, Raine throughly enjoyed their time with you and Eda. Although they haven’t won the blue ribbon, it was sufficient for them to see a smile gracing your soft features. At the mere thought, their warm brown visage has flushed red in embarrassment. Titan, Eda will tease them endlessly. If she heard a gist about their blooming crush on the timid witch. ‘It has been only a day, for Titan’s sake! Get a hold of yourself, Raine!’

• Years has passed since then and their bonds with the owl lady and the shadow witch has strengthened. The three were best friends doing all sorts of things, from watching their favourite movies together to running away from fire bees in a fit of impish laughter. It was all fun, until you had disappeared for an inexplicable reason.

• That made both of their hearts drop in worry, especially the bard witch. Which fuelled their drive to find you and protect you from whatever indoctrination the Emperor has addled your brain with. They absolutely know with all their heart, that if they didn’t act -as soon as possible- then you will be truly gone forever. By the Titan, they couldn’t let that happen. For their mind can’t even come close to comprehending a life without you in it.

• Raine definitely falls into the delusional, obsessive, and overprotective category. They are utterly enamoured with the idea of you and with your general presence. A hopeless romantic, you might say. Anything you have in mind, they would commit to it in a bat pun very much intended of an eye so long you aren’t harmed in the end.

• At first, Raine is hesitant to approach you. They do not wish to overwhelm you with their overbearing affection. Instead you might feel lingering eyes on your figure, but you needn’t be afraid. They are making sure you are staying safe, they thought. Whilst taking care of your assailants in a quick manner.

• They very much disparage the idea of murder, so they would resort to placate the perpetrators into sleep most of the time. In severe cases, to a state of full induced coma. If they personally felt the assaulters imposed a great danger on their darling’s well-being. Raine forgives all, but the harm of their beloved. That is a line if crossed, won’t end well for anyone involved.

• Surprisingly, Raine is excellent at masking their maelstrom of intense feelings. For the most part, their darling would not find any of their quirks strange. If anything it is understandable, as the Boiling Isle is a treacherous place to be in. It is only when you accidentally endanger yourself, or find yourself in the clutches of peril that you’ll pick on their desperation and obsessive tendencies.

• Their lanky arms bringing you closer to their warm chest in a suffocating embrace, whilst they coo ardently about how they will do better at ensuring your safety. This is a promise they will continue to uphold. Even if they have to lose a limb or two in the process, so long they are blessed by your existence.

• At this point, you may as well be the titan in the bard’s perspective. You’ll be bombarded with hymns, gifts, and songs in your honour. All of it is laced with heartfelt spirit and honeyed words of worship. Raine would be over the moon and crying with sheer joy, if you reciprocated with your own. They’re even willing to perform duets with you, for it is their dream come true.

• Raine is considered a benevolent yandere to come across, as the farthest they’ll do to you is by putting you to sleep and even then it is not frequent. Only, when you’re being extremely hysterical and hurting yourself. They’d rather die a thousand times, before they lay their hands on you in a malicious manner. Despite that, it is the same paranoia that makes the sky blue hued witch threatening.

• Anyone that isn’t them, Eda, Luz, and the members of CATTs will be under the bard’s scrutinising watch. Which will sabotage your relationship with other witches, especially if they were from the Emperor’s coven. To prevent it from happening, they took a precautionary measure that they hope you’ll enjoy. Raine would entice you to like indoor activities, with the objective of keeping you away from the external world as much as possible. Doing so, would keep their incessant fear at bay and you blissfully content.

• They know what they’re doing is morally reprehensible, but due to their obsession their mental state begins deteriorating. So much they start normalising their behaviours, as the norm. They just want to spoil and shield you from the world that wants to harm you in the worst ways. Why can’t you see, he is devoted to everything you are and aren’t?

{Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated. On another note, what’s with me and blue-haired characters?}

[obsessivelyloved]

Hunter: man don't know why my little sister been upset

Luz: you kidnap me from my house-

It happens

[night1031]

How about Yandere Eda (The Owl House)?

YANDERE

EDA THE OWL LADY

F in the chat for Raine

You'd swear she was a bloodhound with how easy she tracks you down.

You literally cannot hide from her.

She will search everywhere for you.

That is not an exaggeration.

She makes you sleep in a nest with her.

It's not comfortable.

Her chance of normal yandere things are:

67% (Murder)

98% (Kidnapping)

27% (*CONSENT WAS NOT INVOLVED*)

[your-friendly-sociopath]

Hear me out can you please do a yandere Amity or Hunter with a quiet and gentle darling that wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their social anxiety and abandonment issues so they wear Jirai Kai fashion because it's cute and it works as a coping mechanism

And can it be with a darling doesn't fight back even after being kidnapped by them as long as they don't try to harm the darling they have no reason to try to fight back or run away

By the way how are you

Interesting, I'ma do amity grown up married to luz, it can be like a platonic yandere couple thing for the reader..

Also I'm doing fine, sorry for taking literally forever to post, I'm the master of procrastination

PLATONIC Yandere Amity x Luz w/ child reader

Both women are in their late thirties early forties with no children as of yet

Until they meet you

Luz was the first one to meet you

You were at the palismen forest meeting with Hunter to get your own magical companion when she bumped into you

You apologized profusely, worried shed yell at you, but pleasantly surprised when she brushed it off

Hunter saw you two interacting and introduced the two of yall

Immediately you two hit it off, bonding over your mutual love for Azura

When you got your own palismen (ur fav animal, I'm not choosing for u) you said good bye to luz and flew away

Luz watched you go with a faint smile on her face, you reminded her of herself when she was younger

Luz went home and told amity all about you

Amity was intrigued with you and decided she must meet you herself

So a week later you "accidentally" bumped into Amity at the library

She noticed you holding all the Azura books, barely able to see over them, and offered to help you carry them

When the two of you dropped the books down on an unoccupied table, you noticed a picture and amity and luz fall from her pocket

Your eyes widened when you realized that this was the amity luz had mentioned a few times

Amity smiled when you pointed out her picture, asking if she was Luz's wife

Before she could respond, you bombarded her with questions about both the human realm and humans, never having gotten the chance to go yourself

Amity gently placed her hand on your shoulder and cut you off, saying she and Luz would be happy to answer any questions you had

Your smile grew wide as you nodded vigorously, happy to know that, unlike other adults in your life, she didn't reject you or shut you down

The two of you agreed to meet up at their place in a day or two

As soon as amity got home, she told Luz the good news

Both of them were beyond happy

Any attempts to have children (whether magically or by adopting) had failed in the past, and they saw you as a chance to start a family

They just didn't know if you would agree or not

So they planned to slip sleeping nettles in your drink when you visited, and keep you as their own child

Little did they know, you would have been overjoyed at the opportunity of having loving parents, considering how you had none of your own

So when you went over to their place, you were completely unsuspecting

It went really well for the first half hour, then they have you a drink, and moments later, you collapsed

When you woke up you were in a room not your own, with the door locked and your magic restrained (just to be safe)

Then Luz and Amity walked in, each sitting on each side of the bed next you

They explained how you were going to be stuck with them (preferably forever, but they didn't say that) and said they were adopting you, whether you liked it or not ( ok they didn't say that exactly but it was implied)

Instead of fighting back or getting upset, you simply smiled and slowly let yourself relax, relieved that they didn't have worse intentions and happy that someone actually wanted you

Amity and Luz were surprised, then ecstatic

They hugged you close, happy to finally have a child of their own

You were absolutely perfect for them

"Don't worry mi hija, we'll keep you safe,"

"Yes, you'll never be in danger or lonely again, now that your ours ~ "

Ok the options were Hunter and amity, but I already did Hunter and can't imagine amity a yandere if luz isn't one as well

[mochibiz]

Just Amity

[ema0rsully]

Another crossover collage

-this will be my wallpaper 🦭

[saikoucorps]

MATCHUPS

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DETAILED MATCHUPS ARE FOR COMMISSIONS.

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Poly – multiple partners

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Option Matches – choose who you want to be matched with

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I write 2 fandoms at a time. ☆ you can check what fandoms I write for in my fandoms list.

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☆ Matchups will include hcs, tropes, songs, second choice, ship name, reasons, and favorite thing about you.

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reasons

headcanons

song that's related to your relationship

tropes (2/3)

how you met

date

ship name

drabble

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☆ I won't write nsfw hcs for characters under 15

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their favorite thing about you

small moonboard

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appearance matchups will probably be done in less than an hour... same with moonboard matchups.

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[yandere-toons]

Yandere Golden Guard | Hunter (Platonic Scenario - “That Old Fire”)

Warnings: Violence, Mention of Blood, Toxic Mindsets.

Word Count: 5,046.

A.N. – The illustration comes at the hands of Mike Austin, a storyboard artist for the series.

Footsteps amplified by the stone in the walls echoed as booms throughout the palace hallway. Hurriedly, you followed along behind until the door to one of the castle’s many antechambers was haphazardly thrown open. Within moments, the two of you had entered, and the door was again shut.

A poignant silence deafened the room, and while you acknowledged the urge to break it, something within cautioned you against it. Your companion, twitching and trembling, had taken to pacing the cramped area. Every five steps, he’d stop, muttering to himself, his ashy blond hair bouncing as he jerked his body from side to side, as if arguing with invisible foes.

Although you remained closer to the doorway than was probably necessary, a familiar sense of tiredness, coupled with annoyance, worked its way up within you. Time again, your companion had these episodes, and each time, they seemed to grow more visceral, more impassioned. It was as though something deep within had been attempting to claw itself free, and with every episode, every slight, whatever it was writhed that much closer to the surface.

It was the fifth time this month, and the month wasn’t even halfway through. A whisper, and your companion’s hand lunged from his side. Barely a second later, an audible zap sent a metallic cylindrical object flying from its perch atop a stack of nearby crates and soaring across the room.

The object was a yardarm, a horizontal component to attend one of the many flags of royal heraldry that were scattered across the room. The polished yardarm did little damage to the crates into which it smashed, but the clicking as the spearhead caromed from surface to surface drowned out any opportunity for interruption.

"Belos doesn't trust me! He thinks I'm nothing but a kid…” A huff escaped, scarcely audible as the spearhead made its final bounces. “He thinks I’m not good enough to do such an important job, and you know what? What if he’s right? What if I’m not, and this was my only chance? If I could have gathered some stupid recruits and brought them, then he’d have to take me seriously! Well, good luck with that now...” He scoffed, sweat forming on his brow.

You stood there, motionless, eyes cast over his sunken and shaking form. You knew he’d be upset at the failure to complete the mission but hadn't forseen it hitting him this hard. His hands twisted, and his eyes seemed to dart around the room, almost as if expecting Emperor Belos to come lurking behind any of the assorted tapestries.

“Failure,” the word haunted him, a mantra whispered in memory of his every mistake. “Why did I think volunteering for another mission would be a good idea? Nice one, Hunter! You’re a true professional. Making the family proud, huh?” He'd flung his hands up into the air in a dramatic gesture.

The rhetorical questioning was something you’d grown accustomed to, for better or worse. Once he started down that line of questioning, though, there was nowhere positive things could go.

You spoke softly, neither with condescension nor timorousness. “Hey. You are not a failure. Belos let you take on the mission, right?” You paused for a moment, allowing his breathing to slow before you continued. “He didn’t want that little demon he has following him, not any of those punk-head mages, either. And he didn’t say you were off the job, despite everything. You know what that means?”

He had stopped with his own line of questioning, and while his head remained tilted down at the stone floor, you could tell his nervous movements had lessened. You approached, not quite to the point of standing above him, but close enough to allow no mishearing of your words.

All he needed was a little nudge, and he’d be pulled away from those nasty thoughts eating away at him.

“It means the mission is still on.” Your fists clutched the ends of your gloves, drawn up to your chest, and rocked to and fro. “Maybe you just need a little help? I’m already off duty for the day, so I'll help you. We’ll go headhunting together, bag some recruits, and show all those dopey mages how wrong they were! What do you say, friend?”

In one swift motion, his eyes lifted from the ground and widened. The shadow of happiness crept onto his face and, beside it, a hint of worry about how short it might last.

He looked at you like a boy who was seeing the dawn. In his rose-coloured gaze was relief at having seen it after questioning for so long whether he would.

Hunter pushed himself to his feet as a knight would upon receiving a quest from his liege, and he offered his hand. “Let's go.”

You offered a slight smile, adorned your mask, and set off behind Hunter. The mission wouldn’t be easy, but it would be worth it.

***

It took more time than it should have to find Hexside, but once the two of you laid eyes on it, there was no mistaking it. The school was a distinguished landmark, separated from the Titan’s ribs surrounding it, with its dense foliage and rolling hills that seemed to swallow the place.

Still, you and Hunter could see various students and staff meandering across the grounds, and while you investigated the landscape, Hunter scanned the student body.

“They don’t know it yet, but they’ll love being in the Emperor’s Coven! We’ll sell them on sleeping in until 6 A.M., ditching their lame friends for better ones, and learning the best kind of magic there is… Rules and authority!”

You weren’t sure whether Hunter was talking to you, himself, or someone else, but same as before, you didn’t feel the need to try and take the wind from his sails. You’d be there to support, as you’d done before, win or lose.

“I’ll go in first since I’m supposed to lead the mission, okay? But you stay close by in the event we have to fight some of the other coven reps for the recruits. Those guys will do anything to see me fail, so be ready, okay?”

He wasn't dour like before, and his body had shifted to one of nervous twitches in the face of some uncertain future rather than ruminating on the difficulties of the past. His head held higher, and his eyes seemed to fill with that curious gleam again. You wondered briefly if he'd even noticed your staring, but before the question could be answered, you nodded.

Releasing a quick breath, the two of you set off for the grounds of the school. You’d need to change your clothes and stash your uniforms for the mission, and with a reminder of that to Hunter, a fast spell had ensured the two of you looked the part of regular, blissfully unaware, students rather than disciplined soldiers of the emperor.

With Hunter in tow, you wandered the grounds, occasionally socialising with students and other creatures you could only assume were faculty. No one seemed inclined to check your respective identities, and neither of you cared to overshare. If agents of the Coven Heads were present or any practitioners of wild magic, it wouldn't do to draw too much attention to yourselves.

After what felt like hours, the two of you emerged from one of the many pathways around the school into what appeared to be a courtyard. Bleachers formed a barrier on one side, and across from them, a stretch of wood formed another.

Despite being so close to the school, the dense vegetation managed to obscure vision from the courtyard in at least two directions, but parts of the main campus, jutting out above the bleachers, still seemed to cast a watchful eye upon the area.

Any activity here was purposely made to be seen by an audience.

Hunter redirected your attention with a quiet grunt back to the far side of the courtyard, where six of what you could only assume were students lined up in two teams of three. They adorned themselves with knee pads, exercise shorts, and various sports shoes.

One of the students, a three-eyed girl with violet-coloured hair, seemed to be the most animated of the group, boasting of her prowess in the game known as “grudgby” and hurling unflattering accusations at the students gathered opposite her.

Within seconds, the students were casting magic, shouting at one another, and flying across the courtyard, and at every opportunity, the velvet-haired girl continued to roar out insults.

Hunter scoffed at the brash display, keen to move on, but your snickering compelled him to turn and face you.

“And you weren’t like that to the conscripts and weekend warriors they had to bring down after we made it to the bottom of the mountain? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” You offered a cheeky smile, and Hunter, mind aflush with memories, wrenched his head away. His cheeks had developed a tinge of red, and he’d instinctively reached for a mask that was no longer there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” he stuttered, neck craned. “I—We… were gracious in victory. That’s what the emperor expected, and that’s what we did.”

“That’s what we did after you had the training supervisor tally up the scores four different times to repeat that our team had won… Handily.”

Hunter fell silent, the red on his face glowing brighter as his shoulders locked up again.

“If we kicked out everybody with a bad attitude, neither of us would have been selected for anything beyond cleaning duty.”

Hunter offered no response, mouth straight and flummoxed by your argument.

“Let’s give them a shot. If they’re all talk, we’ll move on, but if not, then maybe we’ve found some of our recruits. Plus, if you end up being right, I’ll let you say, ‘I told you so.’ Sound good?” You offered a soft smile, careful not to interrupt Hunter as he reclaimed his bearings. He didn’t like being bombarded with questions when he was flustered and didn’t care for swift, sudden moves either.

Hunter’s head slowly rose, and he bore a slight yet noticeable smile on his face. “All right. Let’s do it!” His shoulders relaxed with his next breath, but you could still see a touch of red on his face as you marched past him towards the courtyard.

Grudgby, as it turned out, was a mixture of a capture-the-flag game and a close quarters combat course. The rules were of limited interest to you, save for the opportunity embraced by seemingly every member of both teams to clobber one another with magic or their fists when an opponent came too close.

It wasn’t easy, certainly, and there was a clear possibility of injury, but the game was exciting. Hunter elected to watch from the first row of bleachers, but you found yourself knee-deep in a match, tasked with defence. When an opportunity came to guard against opponents, you fared well.

The soldiers of the Emperor’s Coven did not yield to their enemies.

***

Another goal defended, and you’d lost track of time. Another point against your team prevented, and in the stupor that came with that train of through, you’d neglected to notice the velvet-haired girl, Boscha, charging you from another direction.

Her teammate had been decidedly less coordinated and inclined to deception, charging at you head-on, but Boscha was a different animal. As her teammate was flung back, Boscha advanced on your left flank, just outside your periphery. She surged toward the goal, unleashing a blast of magic powerful enough to send you plummeting into the grass.

Your vision went black for a moment, and your ears rang with a tumultuous melody. Something high-pitched sounded to command the field, and within moments, you could hear a frenzy of concerned questions. Your face had become buried in the grass from the fall, and you were unable to immediately answer.

Unbeknownst to you, Hunter had risen from the bleachers, determined to approach but had yet to sort through the crowd. His breath quickened to a subtle pant, and he hastened to view the scene for himself.

A member of your team, a neon green-haired girl named Amity, had crouched at your side. She gently wove her hands across your limbs, chest, and head, checking for open wounds and any lingering magical damage.

Amity leaned towards you and, upon turning your head, a gasp escaped her that she tried to stifle.

Hunter's trained ear caught the start of it. “What?” he asked, his voice rising as he turned to Amity. “What is it?”

Folding her hands on her lap, Amity sat up and kept her eyes down. “Nothing. They just had some dirt on their face.”

The slight pause after the word “just” caused Hunter to tighten his grip on the staff. He gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes and struggled with his innate distrust of the situation. Relocating, his eyes locked onto your form as he maneuvered closer to you, but barely a second later, he pressed his lips into a straight line and stormed in her direction.

Amity widened her eyes and raised her arms when a gloved hand clutched her left shoulder, and a grunt flew out her mouth as she was shoved aside.

Hunter stood in her place and searched for the reason behind her surprise, nearly dropping his staff when he saw it.

The voices of friends, memories, nightmares swelled like the tolls of broken bells.

Despite this, Hunter could not rid himself of the thought that your wound mirrored his. Back when it was fresh and still stung like the point of a fire bee, it was dripping red. The magic blast had singed a streak of burnt skin across your jaw and cheek, just as the mystical vine had sliced a stripe up his flesh.

His scar began to itch, and Hunter reached out to scratch it when he realised he had been picking at it for the last minute.

The drop in his stomach brought a wave of cold sweat over his head. It was as if a rainstorm had developed and poured only on him, chilling his bones and drawing shuddering breaths from his lips.

Strips of yellow and red magic crackled at the end of his staff. He squeezed it until his hand shook and his knuckles turned white.

As soon as he spun towards Boscha, every Hexside student on his side of the court rushed to block his path. Multiple shouts of “Woah!” and “Easy!” spilt from the group as they formed a half-circle about him, many with their hands up high to deflect any far-reaching spells.

In the confusion, other students loafing nearby had arrived, some to help, and others to simply gawk. At least a dozen students had made their way onto the courtyard by that point, including another young witch identified as Luz.

Boscha, for her part, stood comfortable across the field, bragging to her entourage about scoring points and retelling the story of how she’d knocked the enemy team’s ‘newbie’ straight into the dirt.

You were lucid by this point and, though still somewhat slurred in speech, stable. That fact eluded Hunter, however, who struggled against Luz barely half a court away. You noticed that, amidst the students seeking to deny him his quarry, he’d shouldered and darted past as many as possible to bring himself closer to Boscha.

He was perhaps fifteen metres from her before Luz succeeded in halting his lunge forward. Hunter fought against Luz, placing a strenuous emphasis on every third word. “She does not get to do that and just walk away!”

Luz dug in her heels, pressing her weight into the staff. Though Hunter was almost certainly physically stronger than this witch, you could tell there was something about her that commanded his attention; it seemed as though they knew each other.

“No one is saying what she did is okay!”

A shout of fury burst out of Hunter as he shoved Luz back a step. “Then why are you defending her?”

“I'm not!” Luz relaxed her clenched teeth and softened her furrowed brows into a look of sympathy, her voice lowering alongside it. “I'm trying to stop you from doing something you'll regret.”

Hunter glowered at Boscha from across the court, his head down and his eyes looking up. “I won't regret it.”

He spared Luz a final glance before ripping his staff free of her and marching once more to you, his fury temporarily repressed whilst he had something else to swallow his attention.

“Hunter?” As he lifted you from the ground in silence, you pressed a hand to your cheek and winced at the burn. “Why is my face on fire?” you mumbled, to which Hunter offered a sullen glance.

He laid your arm across his back and shoulders. “Come on. I'm taking you home.” His eyes seemed far away with that remark, but his voice rang sincere.

With a nervous but hopeful smile, Gus, a friend of Luz’s, dashed forward. “Hey, it's just a little burn! Have someone from the Healing Coven take a look at it, and we can start round two.”

After ensuring you could stand on your own, Hunter whirled towards him and pointed a finger at the distant shape of Boscha. “I say we don't want to play with anyone who thinks this is okay!” His finger swung round to your wound.

Taking a breath, Willow, another friend of Luz, closed her eyes before reopening them with a frown. “You can leave if you want, Hunter, but it's their choice.” She extended a hand to you.

His face reddened at this.

Hunter clenched his fists at his side and looked between you and the group. “You agree with me, right?” There was a layer of desperation in his words that gave you pause.

It felt much more personal than it should have. Hunter had known more of these students than he had let on, and though the burn on your face continued to sting, your attention remained directed elsewhere. It hurt to know that Hunter hadn't been forthcoming about the environment into which you'd both entered, but you couldn't quite blame him for it.

Everything about this situation upset him, but if you spirited away with him, he'd spend the rest of the mission upset. As usual, he'd blame himself, and that wasn't the point of any of this.

Firmly, but not aggressively, you shook the hand of Willow, offering a slight nod in affirmation. “I don't see why I can't stick around for the end.”

Hunter uttered a slight grunt but voiced no further complaints, eyeing the contact until it broke.

You resolved that while you wouldn’t enter the second event, and would instead watch, you’d give Hunter a chance to collect himself and cool off. Pressuring him into conversation before he was ready wouldn’t help, and for the purposes of the mission, the both of you were simply students with but limited history together.

Hunter made his way to the bleachers, shoulders tensed and brooding. You’d elected to sit on the bench proximate to the court, presumably where the teams would sit in between time on the field.

Gus and Willow, after being thanked for their assistance, departed to pursue their own activities, but even if they hadn’t, you paid them little mind.

The sounds of the grudgby match echoed far beyond the court on which they took place: spells cast, players sent flying, and occasional obscenities hurled. The injuries sustained, non-life-threatening but certainly inhibiting, all reminded you of training. The organised chaos, the stenches of fear and exertion, and the desperation for success were all familiar bedfellows.

You had a slight smile on your face as you watched the madness unfold.

Casting only a peripheral glance to your side, you confirmed that Hunter lingered in his perch upon the top row. Given that he hadn’t already returned to sit beside you, he must still have been sore over your disagreement. It was something you’d have to talk out once the mission was over.

***

After a vicious and profanity-laden game, the braggart, Boscha, and her team claimed victory. Amity and her team fought well, scoring several goals in rapid succession early in the game, but Boscha’s malevolent energy could not be matched.

She kicked, spat, cursed, and cast at every opportunity, and though it left more than one member of the other team requiring bandages by the time of the game’s conclusion, her approach had paid off.

Simmering with pride, Boscha had soon taken to rehashing everything she and the rest of her team did to secure victory with her fellow grudgby players. Amity’s team was more personable, choosing to tend to one another’s wounds, clean up the courtyard, and move as a group towards a path back to the school grounds.

After turning in your direction, Boscha spied you sitting alone. A devious smile crawled onto her face, and she started to approach you. Unfortunately for you, the injury to your face had resumed itching, and while you sought to address that issue, Boscha made her approach.

The rest of her team made no attempt to regain her attention and instead began one-by-one to slip away from the courtyard as well. You spied Luz, the human witch, moving at high speed, but your attention broke from her in a fresh round of scratching.

Boscha had nearly closed the distance, but amid a scratching fit, you’d shut your eyes. Further unbeknownst to you, Hunter was on the move. Still, the game was over, and the only thing left to do was to link back up with Hunter, decide how to proceed.

Turning about, you noticed he was no longer atop his nest in the bleachers, and for a moment, your blood froze. Was it possible that in your awe at the game, you’d failed to spot a threat? Had something occurred on the bleachers, so close to you, without your knowledge? Had Hunter been discovered and abducted? Had this whole game been a well-planned ruse by the enemies of the emperor to seize his nephew?

Taking a deep breath and letting it flow out slowly, you evaluated the situation. Luz emphatically conversed with an annoyed and uncomfortable Boscha, and you could still see a few wandering students sashaying across the surrounding area. Either whatever happened was subtle, or perhaps, Hunter was simply out of your sight.

There came no noticeable change in temperature or breeze, and the sunlight illuminating the court shone unobstructed. No sizzling of recently cast magic reached your ears, no moaning of abominations, and no belching of steam from exhaust vents of heavy machinery. Still, it was highly doubtful Hunter would have taken off without you.

Another moment of scanning, and you spotted him, lower than usual, and with staff clenched. You almost made to join him in what you first thought was imminent combat before your eyes followed his gaze.

He fixated on Luz and Boscha, the duo barely ten metres from you. Once again, noted a passing thought, you had failed to notice Boscha’s approach.

Boscha opened her mouth and raised a hand to the side of it, only to pause when Luz darted in front of her. She wrinkled her eyes and curled her lip in disgust as Luz grasped her hand with both of her own and began shaking it up and down.

“Wow, that was a great game! You really had us beat!” The words spewed out of Luz's mouth in a flurry of haste and nerves, and she leaned forward with closed eyes in an attempt to command Boscha's attention.

“Your team was awesome! Like, I don’t even know how you guys moved that fast and how you kept scoring so many goals. You were crushing the other team! We’ve met before, by the way. I’m Luz, and have I told you that I’m a huge fan of yours…?”

Luz’s words flooded out in a hodgepodge of watered-down criticism of Amity’s team, praise for Boscha’s apparently unbelievable skill in grudgby, and overeager begging to be taught the secrets to the game’s success. Hunter didn’t move an inch throughout the exchange, his narrowed eyes locked onto Boscha and burning through the human obstacle in the way.

After two full, uninterrupted minutes of Luz heaping further praise on Boscha and desperately seeking tutoring, the aggrieved victor recoiled and yanked her hand free. Visibly cringing, Boscha turned her body to the side, raising her formerly gripped hand in an almost defensive arc to shield her face from Luz’s sight.

“Let go of me, freak! Get lost!” Boscha spat in unabashed repulsion at Luz’s fawning. Luz, either unaware or dismissive of the effort at escape, took the opportunity to move closer to Boscha, even opening her arms for something she called a ‘victory hug.’ She boosted her verbal barrage, adding in personal compliments about the grudgby player’s hair, shoes, and even her smell.

Horrified, Boscha lurched about and, after shrieking a string of words you could only assume she did not learn in class, raced away, presumably to find any remnants of her team.

Luz abandoned any attempt at pursuit and instead rounded herself to face Hunter. Her shoulders drew in tight, and her eyes remained focused on his, but her stance demonstrated less malice than it did determination.

“Why did you do that?” Hunter asked, failing to contain the wrath singing in his ears. Once again, his shoulders tensed up, and his posture ran rigid. Eyes slitted, he glared in unrepentant disgust at the retreating figure of Boscha and the interrupting one of Luz.

“Because, like you, I saw what she was about to do. That wouldn’t have been good for anyone, least of all, you.” Her words betrayed an edge, akin to Hunter’s, but the intent was different: where Hunter’s reeked of hostility, Luz’s turned quiet with worry. The steadiness with which she spoke belied her erratic actions towards Boscha merely moments prior.

“Come on, Hunter. It's just a friendly game."

"Is it? Does this always happen at your 'friendly games'? People getting bludgeoned because the enemy team decided not to play fair!" Sweat resurfaced on Hunter’s face, with beads of it dripping across his forehead. His teeth remained grated, but as Boscha had left his field of view, he seemed to mellow out, albeit slightly.

"Well, no. That was a little extreme, but—"

"But nothing! The game's over, so we're leaving. We're done!”

Luz made an effort to step forward, offering a hand in support of the shaking Hunter. He bristled at the potential contact, turning away in a flurry of loathing and shame.

“That wasn’t okay for her to do that.” Hunter stared at a plot of dirt, emotion draining from his voice. Despite his choked attempt at masking his feelings, an occasional tremor tickled up his arm.

The other students, either ignorant or indifferent, continued on with their day.

With the match over, you made for the bench, intent on passing through Hunter’s field of view before quietly slipping off back to the main school grounds. A direct interruption of Hunter whilst he was in the midst of conversation would do little to assuage him, but he needed a reason to pull himself from the interaction.

An impulse to scratch at your recent wound emerged, however, and with it, came a ringing in your ears that made you all but deaf to the surrounding world.

Luz playfully hit Hunter’s shoulder, which yielded a twitch. “See? I knew you'd come around!” She offered a kind smile, careful not to reveal hostility or make any additional sudden moves.

Hunter blinked, a tired push against the dark bags already set in, turned to the stands and looked away from Luz, eyes seeming to glaze. “If she hurts them again, you won't stop me.”

Luz eyed him with her arm drawn to her chest. She pursed her lips and closed her fist, a seed of worry in her gut.

Seeing you paw at your injury but swerve in his direction, Hunter lifted his eyes from the ground and began striding to meet you. Energy returned to his movements, but before he could reach you, Luz again called out to him.

"Hunter! Why don't you stay five?" She inquired, seeming determined to make peace. Hunter stopped on a heel and, casting one further look in your direction, turned back, less forcefully than simply aggrieved.

"Unlike you, human, we have places to be." The condescension in his voice was overpowering, reminiscent of someone with infinitely many other, and all decidedly superior, opportunities for social interaction than the one in which he found himself.

Dismissively, Hunter spun about, certain to find you standing behind him, or at least, proximate to him, but instead, he gaped at the sight of you having just passed by him to meander on the pathways winding about the bleachers.

In an instant, the anger evaporated from his face. "Where are you going?" The tone change in his voice betrayed no small amount of uncertainty and even suggested a hint of fear.

"I thought I told you to wait for me," he sputtered out, ignoring any further communication from Luz, or indeed, any of the other students or creatures that remained on or near the courtyard.

"You'd have lain into everyone on the court if I didn't give you a reason to leave." You turned your head slightly back towards Hunter as you continued walking, presenting a slight smirk.

To him, there lurked no anger in that face, no sting of disappointment, no plot to humiliate, no condemnation shaved sharp on the tip of your words. You spoke to him then, just as you had so many times before, like another person, rather than some useful tool or obstacle in the way of brighter prospects.

Though your eyes only met his momentarily, and via periphery, that old fire bloomed on his face once more. "I just—" he turned his head away, again reaching for a mask he did not possess "—want things to be fair."

You offered a snicker, quiet, but due to Hunter’s proximity, audible.

All you heard in between your steps to the forest was a single, solitary squeak.

[frogspond200]

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜- 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛)

𓅓 The Golden Guard, being possessive and protective, would treat you as his prized possession, ensuring your safety at all costs. He would go to great lengths to shield you from any harm or danger.

𓅓 When it comes to cuddling, the Golden Guard would have a dual nature. On one hand, he would be extremely gentle and affectionate, embracing you tightly and showering you with affection. However, there might also be moments where his possessive tendencies surface, resulting in intense, possessive cuddling sessions.

𓅓 In terms of keeping you, the Golden Guard would be incredibly possessive, wanting you to be solely his. He may go to extreme lengths to isolate you from others, ensuring that you’re always within his sight and control. This could involve restricting your interactions with friends or even keeping you confined in certain situations.

𓅓 As for nicknames, the Golden Guard might call you his “Precious Bird,” “My Human,” or “My Love.” These endearing names reflect his possessive affection and how highly he values you.

𓅓 Around you, the Golden Guard would exhibit a mix of intense devotion and protectiveness. He would always be on high alert, constantly watching over you and being ready to intervene if any perceived threat arises. His actions may come across as overbearing, but they stem from his overwhelming love and desire to protect you.

[boonalina]

is your Successor au inspired by @kyri45 's Bio Dads au? when I read it I noticed some similarities. BTW no hate if it is! it's completely fine if it's inspired!

or well, I guess the only similarity is the fact that in both the aus, Wukong and Macaque are somehow Mk's biological parents.

Ehh... no and yes..

No because: me and a lot of older fans were already thinking for a while that Mk had a lot of similarities to Wukong and Macaque. Mk being shadowpeach's kid has been a head-canon since WAY before the Bio Dads au was even a thing. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love kyri's au, but let's be real here, they're definitely not the first person to create that head-canon, and they probably know that too.

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Yes because: I did already head-canon the "Mk being their kid" before reading kyri's comic, HOWEVER, it was indeed their comic that inspired that part of my Successor AU. ('That part' being that they're his biological parents in my AU as well.) But for the most part, my AU is very much different from kyri's.

Cuz I mean, like you said, "the only similarity is the fact that in both the aus, Wukong and Macaque are somehow Mk's biological parents." Well.. that and the spicynoodles aspect.

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But like, if I were to do a Venn-diagram of the similarities and differences between the Bio Dads AU and my Successor AU, the similarities would literally just be:

>Wukong and Macaque are Mk's biological parents >There are spicynoodles implications

And then the differences would be too much to count. I mean, for starters, they don't even take place in the same timeline. Kyri's takes place in the modern time while mine takes place in ancient times. But the plots overall are just completely different lol.

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I mean truthfully, my AU is a lot more inspired by the Yandere Wukong AU by @lopsushi . A lot more similar than the Bio Dads one but still very different. I saw their AU and thought "Hey, I like shadowpeach, I also like possessive Wukong. But I also really enjoy the DarkHorse duo.. Hmm what do to.. Oh I know! I'll combine all the head-canons I like into my own AU!"

(And yes, I will admit that the wrist circlets in my Successor AU were a bit inspired by the neck circlet that Macaque wears in the Yandere AU.)

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It was also a bit inspired by the Coldest Winter AU, what with Wukong hunting down and searching for Macaque. But I'm pretty sure Coldest Winter isn't even a shadowpeach AU lol.

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ANYWAY!! Sorry for the rambling and the long answer! I've actually had some paranoia that people would think I copied other AU's so I'm glad I get to air this out finally. Just remember people, being inspired by something is NOT the same as copying.

You wouldn't look at The Owl House and say "hey! You copied Harry Potter!" now would you? No, of course not. You would say "Hey, I can tell this is inspired by Harry Potter."

Thanks for taking the time to read.

~Boonalina

[lexidius]

For over a year, my family has been living a nightmare. How many times have they drowned in the rain, their shelter failing them? How many times have my father’s and siblings’ feet turned numb from the bitter cold? How many times have they melted under the merciless sun?

How much more can they endure? How much longer can they survive this agony?

I beg you, from the depths of my heart, help me save my family from this relentless torment. They deserve warmth, safety, and dignity. Don’t let them fade away in silence. 💔

🇵🇸

[tohisprettyc00l]

Yandere!Hunter x Bullied!Reader

Requested by a Wattpad user

Request: can you do a yandere hunter headcanon or oneshot where hunter finds out about yn being bullied at school or you can do a headcanon and one-shot

A/n: Like I mentioned in my last Yandere writing I haven't written Yandere that much, so sorry if it's not great :/.

Admittedly Hunter has always been a bit... clingy. And to you, the stage of his clinginess never changed. But to him, his clinginess changed a lot. And he was the right one. It would make sense he was the one who knew the full extent of his clinginess. That full extent was him stalking you.

He was just doing it to make sure you were safe! But now that he is officially with you he doesn't have to anymore. I mean you'd tell him anything that's troubling you, right?

To his surprise that isn't entirely true. Far from it accurately. One day you come home littered with injuries. One could argue that, if you ignore how many there are, none of them were THAT bad. But to your boyfriend so much as a scrape was as bad as you getting stabbed.

So, as anyone would do in this situation, he ran to you. The fastest he ever ran in his life probably. And started asking a million questions a minute. A lot of them are different versions of, 'What happened', and 'Who did this?' Despite your efforts to keep this hidden so as to not worry him, you let everything spill out.

How you've been treated for the past few months. Hunter's face twisted into a mix of shock and anger. The shock was how anyone could hurt someone as amazing as you. The anger was for the one hurting you, his anger would never be directed at you. But for now, he'll comfort you. Let you know that your bullies must be blind. But once his positive you're okay, he'll have some things to "discuss" with them.

A/n: You ever change hyperfixations and low-key forget you have a one-shot blog?

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with yandere hunter & yandere edric

pairing: yandere!golden guard!hunter! x gn!reader x yandere!edric blight

tags: reader being locked away, mean!edric, reader crying, angst, minor mentions of murderous thoughts, overall toxic behaviour

a/n: i found this image as a repost, but if anyone has the artists name, then please let me know so i can credit them!

hunter is a lot of things as a yandere that are all due to his upbringing by emperor belos

hunter is clingy, obsessive, possessive and overprotective of you, all because you are his favorite person! 

he even isolates you from the world around you, because he so desperately needs to have you for himself

growing up, he was never someone's favorite person and now that he has you, he can't lose being your favorite! 

hunter depends on you and needs to have you in his life, otherwise it would be completely meaningless…

he's only so overbearingly clingy, obsessive, overprotective and possessive because he couldn't live without being your favorite person

and to make sure he always stays your favorite, he keeps you hidden away from the world

but there is one boy who dares to defy hunter and force his way into your life; edric blight! 

edric had the wrong idea about your relationship from the start and always misread the signals you were giving him

you were just being polite when talking to him, but edric was convinced you were secretly in love with him and not hunter! 

because of that, edric is quite condescending and can come off as quite a douche, because he's just so convinced that you're in love with him

he's always flirting with you and playfully teasing, though sometimes he can come off more as a bully with his teasing

the way he talks about your relationship with hunter, mocking you for liking the golden guard, can often get you to tear up, only for edric to brush it off as him just making a joke and you being too sensitive

whenever edric makes you cry, he won't leave you alone until you assure him that you aren't mad at him, training you to say things like "i'm never mad at you" or "i still love you"

deep down, he knows he can't easily steal you away from hunter, so he has to condition you into loving him, by regularly training you to say that you love him

hunter and edric absolutely despise each other! 

hunter locks you away to keep you away from edric, yet edric still manages to sneak in and steal you away for a date outside

while hunter is the nice one out of the two, the one that makes you feel loved, edric is the one that makes you feel free! 

and you really do need both of those things; love and freedom

slowly, the two boys have to accept that, even if they'd rather be the only one in your life

they'd rather kill each other than have the other steal you away from them, but they know it would only make you sad if they died, so they don't hurt each other

after all, they both do want you to be happy…

[luvlyleyy]

Welcum 2 da MINDSPACE ٭*♡এ~

Howdy hey, I'm Leyley ! I'm an multifandom freak who is a nerd 4 yandere content (^_^♪) since I'm a beginner writer, feedback and criticism is encouraged so I can become better ! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

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