#yandere platonic enforcer

[xviiper-rents-houses]

Yandere Platonic Enforcer!

Summary: An enforcer from Piltover is among the few sent down to The Lanes, (Zaun) in search of four children involved with the sudden explosion of a building near the academy. What he finds instead, is a Zaunite child.

Headcanons/drabble!

Pairing: Platonic

TW: Physical abuse (you are choked), violence in general (you are forced against a wall, apprehended) mentioned past moments of murder (" he has killed blah blah) possessive, obsessive.

The man had a name, once. Nowadays, his fellow enforcers would jerk their heads this way or jostle their shoulders that way— anything to get the point across to the empty man to follow an order. He had long forgotten his name. He was truly a void-full husk of a man. Indifferent enough that he did his job with no remorse, or even fear of killing an innocent person. Or worse, innocent people. Becoming an enforcer gave him a brief purpose but, he felt he wanted, no, needed something more.

He was among the few sent down to The Lanes, recruited by Marcus, to find four children involved with the sudden explosion of a building near the academy. This man lived a hollow life— becoming an enforcer was the first thing to light up his dull life. Born with a slow-beating heart, he found no need to fully disclose who he was but, all that interacted with him knew exactly what he was: empty.

And that something more came in the most unexpected of ways. You. Down in the sludgy mess of Zaun, in the criminally organized section called "The Lanes," was where he found you. At a first glance, he assumed you were one of the four children. You had similar key defining features that each of the four children ironically had. Goggles, tattered clothing and small carry-on bags strapped to your person. You were also very thin...and alone. You had to be one of the kids— he was lucky. The only thing amiss is the miner's helmet, which he knocked off in mere seconds after rushing towards you and apprehending you.

It took a long few moments of calculative perception— you didn't fit the descriptions. Marcus was looking for children, yes, but not as young as you. These children looked to be over fourteen or maybe fifteen— hard to tell. However, you? You couldn't be much older than five. And here you were, pinned to the wall, with his hand clasped tightly around your neck and his baton reared back, ready to strike. He was empty. Empty to the point of being eagerly ready to beat a poor, lost child up because the child just so happened to look so similar to the wanted kids.

For the first time in a while, he hesitated. He normally didn't discriminate about who he had to take down or who he had to arrest (kill) but, you looked too innocent. Way too innocent. That didn't stop the empty man from harming you entirely; you were unlucky. No, he didn't need his baton to hurt you. The man stowed it away in his utility belt. Instead, he squeezed just a little tighter, his heavy mask puffing monstrously in your face. Something about you was strange— he had to snuff it out. But then, you did something unexpected.

Your little hand reached out towards his mask, your fingers barely even grazing the surface. The man flinched away, at first, spooked. You reached again, this time, more urgent. By now, you were crying, trembling against his hold. He was waiting for you to fight back instead, do anything to get his hand off your throat but, no. You reached out towards him. The man didn't flinch away when you made contact the second time, instead, he leaned forward. The grip he had around your throat quickly lifted as you explored up the mask and to his goggles. You reached the middle of the goggles and tugged, harshly.

A pair of grey eyes peered down at your own, glinting in the low light. The man felt his heart stop. His breathing grew heavy as you relented your grasp. You continued to cry. Louder. Those grey eyes flashed a bright yellow and his heart roared to life. He felt fear for the very first time. And you were the cause of it. The man, having never known gentleness, fully released his hand from your throat and ran through your hair. You continued to cry and lurched forward, attempting to run away. The man didn't waste a moment. With both his arms, he quickly scooped you up, restraining you in the process, and tucked you against his shoulders. You put up a fearsome struggle, which ran the risk of him being caught.

The man looked around quickly, reassuring himself that you two were alone before he put his back against the wall and slid to the floor. The only thing you could make out during your fight were those bright yellow eyes, watching every single movement you made, patient and willing. He sat with you in his arms, waiting for you to slow down, to tire. It looked like you had been abandoned for weeks. He could feel every rib between his fingers— you were very light too. You were awakening a feeling he had been searching for a long time: love. He finally had a purpose.

He was going to be your father.

• The Man, who doesn't even remember his own name, takes you back to Piltover, away from Zaun. It doesn't matter if you have an existing family or not; he is your father now. (It's strange, even Piltover's guard doesn't even remember his name).

• While he has the barracks to rest in, the man finds himself back at his old home where his dead parents used to roam the hallways. Here, he can raise you well. Maybe you would give him a name? He hoped so. He will make you love him. He will be the best father you ever have.

• The man doesn't seem entirely human. He has long hair, heavy hands and those now yellow eyes. Those eyes are only ever yellow around you, nobody else. He now has a goal, a life's purpose: to protect you and be your father. He does not care if he has to kill for you: he will do it.

• If you should warm up to him and his silent nature, he offers to let you wear his helmet for playtime. He's kinder, less controlling. He takes you anywhere and everywhere he can, provided that he does not get into trouble.

• As mentioned before, he wants to have a name from you. As long as he likes how it sounds and it isn't derogatory, he will cherish the title you give him, forever. After that, he will consider finding a life-partner/trusted companion to help look after you when he can't.

That's it for now, thanks for reading!

[weepingchronicles]

Hello there! Regarding your recent post, what do you think about Arcane with platonic yanderes Jinx and maybe even Silco to throw into the mix? Not sure if you’d want to do this or not but what I had in mind was once someone of Zaun who worked for Silco but when they came to understand what exactly his operations were they used the funds they gained from the job and other favors to move into Piltover. Only to then return maybe a couple years from then to help Caitlin with her investigation.

this is so old, i am sorry but happy arcane season 2!! cries.

❝platonic!yandere jinx and silco with reader❞

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 i think this is an awesome idea, i think jinx and silco would react slightly different however to your betrayal.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 jinx would see it as a straight up betrayal. she been down this road before, she's just sad to see you turn out like the rest of everyone else.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 jinx would have a influx of emotions because of her trauma and sporadicidity. she'd be mostly angry, unwilling to forgive but that stems from her deep-rooted trauma of vi leaving her. it comes from how sad and hurt she is by you leaving.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 she'd be very quick to go to hating you to wanting to back. remember when powder instantly hugged silco and said "she is not my sister anymore" about vi? yeah, kinda like that.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 but once you come back, the years of hurt and resentment have piled up. and even though it hurts so much to see you, she still wants you. she misses you and thought of you like family just like silco. she constantly shifts between that black and white thinking and it'd be hard to gain her full trust in you again. if even possible.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 since she's yandere in this there is no doubt she'd kidnap you if she ever caught you again. yes, she hated your guts, yes, she wants to kill you but there is no way she is letting you go back to piltover with those enforcers. you're going to be with her, where you belong whether you like it or not. so come willingly or she might get violent, to others.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 silco on the other hand i feel is a tiny bit mature about this. he has been betrayed by people just like jinx, for sure. he'd be hurt and angry but he isn't as unstable as jinx is. he has the life experience to actually think things through before rushing in headfirst with impulsitivity.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 he is slightly delusional or rather it is a means of manipulation and control but he believes you've just been brainwashed by piltover and the enforcers.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 of course a thing like you would fall for their tricks. you're naive and too trusting, how do you think vander was played before betraying him? and look how he ended up.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 how is he doing anything wrong by just wanting to protect his people and most importantly of all, you and jinx. he didn't want to get his hands dirty but sometimes the means to an end are justified if zaun can become a greater place.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 piltover are the villains here, not silco. compared to them he has been microscopic by means of oppression and harm done.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 this is how he will manipulate you, to fall back into his side. he'll smile and hug you, telling you've made the right choice. but don't be fooled, he isn't going to let you make the same mistake twice. you'll be under constant supervision either by jinx, himself or sevika. he can't afford losing you twice.

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Bakugou Katsuki (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse (with domestic implied in association), Bullying, Intense Violence, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. - Usual friend/partner format is absent to denote character's complicated relationship with intimacy!

"Friend" is a word he would never use, as it implies a degree of closeness and equal standing that Bakugou struggles to accept, that eats up the freedom and control he refuses to surrender, although others apply it for him.

Despite the enforced distance, Bakugou is quick to harass and torment any who claim intimacy with you or wish to establish such. This stems less from any clash with such feelings in Bakugou and more from the simple fact that attention divided is attention lost. Additionally, letting some extra into your life is another way of calling him incapable of fulfilling that need, a grave insult that rouses him to sever this dead weight on the battlefield.

Whomsoever has the gall to take that mantle from him, a death match will settle the undying question of whether his passion can conquer theirs. If they manage a desperate escape or a swift rescue, Bakugou will forever brand them a coward and challenge them on sight to let him finish the job.

It is difficult to overstate the amount of enmity he feels for those who intrude on the relationship. All who came before him, with the superior bond of time, cluck their tongues and sneer at his efforts to surpass them; all who come sniffing after him, he refuses to see as anything other than leeches in need of plucking and destruction.

A volatile household has imbued in Bakugou a hypersensitivity to all forms of criticism. He wishes to never again feel so trapped and powerless as the loser of a fight, so he exerts a similarly aggressive level of control over others, believing violence to be the one reliable way of coming out on top.

After all, no relationship is without contest as far as Bakugou was taught: compromise and compassion are tools for the weak, who cannot stand alone and serve only to elevate the strong. Some opponents, such as his teacher Aizawa, present a challenge not undertaken without first suffering heavy penalties to his dream, and thus this battle of wills is relegated here to a more passive defiance.

Through strength and superior force of will, a connection with Bakugou can only be a deterrent to other bullies and all the Minetas of the world. It is a pathway to unmatched companionship, performance, and success. All other relationships are transient, but with Bakugou, the results are entirely concrete and, by extension, reliable. You don't need nebulous concepts like "good company" preached by lesser individuals when Bakugou will ensure the identification and erasure of all vestigial weaknesses.

Additional elements in your life are, at best, a source of concern as dead weight or, at worst, actively prohibiting your well-being by limiting your time with him. Anyone who refuses to exact their pound of flesh in the relationship is either a liar or an idiot. Lies mean danger and warn Bakugou to expect an attack; idiots are not long for this world and therefore are unworthy of his time save for the occasional heckling.

Bakugou drives himself to excel at his every pursuit, trusting in such a "mastery over all" persona to cover his weak spots and allow for nothing that others could point at as his one failure. If he wins in all contests, then who could legitimately claim he is wrong?

Bakugou thrives on any chance to flaunt his strength — but abhors the idea of being used in the same manner as a lowly foot soldier; that is, presented as cannon fodder and expected to die a forgotten tool. Such requests are seen as an attempt at controlling him, which in and of itself is indicative of disrespect and cannot be tolerated.

Any advances from another in your life, he assumes, are a deliberate slight against his pride; and the knife must be stuck in a thousandfold lest he be remembered as the simpering coward who showed his belly at the first glare of competition.

Bakugou expects a mountain of boasting and gushing at the supposedly generous act of bestowing upon you his undivided attention; he, however, remains silent on the affair so as not to suggest any emotional dependence, an achingly true reality he is certain others will prey upon with mockery and invasive questioning. The loss of control over his attachment is a long-kept secret, for once it goes beyond his immediate control, it becomes a potentially gaping vulnerability, one readily exploited by his many enemies.

Despite his best intentions, Bakugou is much like the mother he fought so hard to survive and escape, a fact he both resents and considers necessary to protect himself. Only through being the strongest, and king of the hill, will his voice and his desires never again be ignored.

Bakugou often re-enacts these fights on his own terms, where the opponent is hopelessly outmatched and he can assume the position of power, subconsciously spewing the same insults and threats that were used against him to eke out a sense of worth and control in his life.

As a youngster, Bakugou is ripe to demand participation in all group activities. He frames his team as the one for whom success is guaranteed and assures you he only partners with winners. Any who step in or challenge with another word are blown away.

Among classmates, Bakugou has made a habit of targeting your favourites and any more who dare to dream they can take his place, unable to cope with a future where he is unnecessary. He must be essential, for anything less is an insult to his capabilities and a potential source of vulnerability.

In combat exercises, no one else is allowed to engage you. Those who land even a single blow, he puts through the wall. Bakugou himself is noticeably milder with his attacks on you, taking aim at less vulnerable areas and shooting to stun rather than kill. Training with you is fundamentally still a competition, but he won't allow you to be harmed by any of the lesser candidates and would-be heroes.

For the opposing team, Bakugou displays an enduring hatred and arms his attacks with power enough to blow through the human body and split the concrete wall behind it. This is no longer a game to him, but something deeply personal.

He leaves a slot open on his team and chases away any who seek to fill it, convinced that with an ample enough show of force, you will realise the error of your ways and switch sides to the clear winner. Still, he cannot let slip that he hopes for such a thing and would be hurt by its absence. If anyone asks, the slot was left open because his team, having him as a leader, did not require full manning.

At the peak of junior high, Bakugou's emotions spiral: lunging for perceived rivals, pummeling them, and teasing an explosion down their throat. Teachers, victims, and spectators alike keep quiet, half in fear for their own safety, half in the hope that he will grow out of it. The threat of death in such encounters is quite high, but any follow-through is likely to occur after the school day ends, where no one can block Bakugou from his prey.

Still at the peak of junior high, Bakugou is king of the schoolyard, and yet, has just as little power at home as he did before. This constant failure demands more showboating and greater performance at school, lest Bakugou be unacceptably rejected as another lost cause. He will never realise his goals if the world is not reshaped as it must be.

With age comes more power, and with more power comes more wins; and soon enough, Bakugou turns his hostilities on teachers. While in grade school, the few who tried to coax him into letting his "special friend" play with other kids were dismissed as copycats of his mousy father and roundly ignored; but in high school, the many who resort to lectures and threats sound all too like his mother and trigger a host of aggression.

Calls are made to his home about increasingly violent behaviour, which in turn leads his mother to scream profanity for hours and lay hands on him as punishment. His father, shut out of the loop by a dismissive wife and an equally hostile son, mistakes the vicious cycle taking root for general delinquency. He tries to talk Bakugou into standing down, but risks his own life in the process and so remains resigned to the background.

These well-intentioned but ineffective efforts, in a tragic twist of irony, feed Bakugou's attitude that no one has his back, and he must fight to keep hold of his one safe spot in life. As his "special friend," you must see his excellence and, only in continued and ever-greater reminders, be motivated to stick with him as you should. When he decides to grace you with his presence, there will be no distractions, only recognition for the inner weakness of all who fall short of his towering standards.

Well into his formative years, Bakugou retains a growing distrust of adults, viewing them as inherently antagonistic figures who seek to smother his freedom and cannot be relied upon when it counts. They are, at best, effete annoyances and, at worst, monstrous obstacles to be endured only until they may be properly annihilated.

Conditioned to see a potential foe in everyone, only once stout trust has developed can Bakugou turn his back and not fear the glint of the blade come swinging to make him regret it. These innocuous displays remind Bakugou of how much would be at stake if the intensity of his true feelings were revealed or, worse yet, surreptitiously exposed by some gossip-prone dunce.

In the event Kirishima turns the wrong phrase, Bakugou allows him to escape with a comparatively light thrashing, whilst everyone else is subject to the uncorking of years of rage and belligerence. Only his "special friend," worth more than all others, is spared the worst of his wrath.

Nothing riles him so as a battle with an audience, and when Bakugou has someone in particular to impress, what remains of the enemy is carted off the field on a stretcher. Through an excessive response, Bakugou simultaneously asserts his dominance as the premier hero, crushing his villainous opposition, and unambiguously demonstrates why choosing him in lieu of all the others was the only sensible conclusion. Everything is right in the world, at least until the next challenge presents itself.

Strength is the greatest virtue, and nothing says "superior dedication" like dropping your worst enemy at your feet after everyone else cautioned forgiveness. Bakugou sees a downed enemy as a current and future threat, but he sees a broken and crushed one as a sign of power.

Climbing to the top rung is his way of proving, both to himself and to the world, that Bakugou Katsuki is no longer the little boy who only dreams of victory and cannot face his mother. All opponents, today or tomorrow, will be summarily crushed, and Bakugou will prove, definitively, that any opposition was wrong to contest his will. In the heat of battle, he charges to conquer, afraid only of the feeling of smallness that comes with loss.

Raised in an environment where violence was the only way to be heard and respected, backing down from any kind of challenge is tantamount to cowardice; and the cowardly have no hope in this world, merely asking to be walked over and trampled. Pity and mercy are insults from the lips of those who look down on him, who see him as no threat and wish to deepen the wound of his mistakes.

Bakugou shapes his value on what he can accomplish rather than who he is. The rage and panic after a failed exam, the violent jealousy — it all stems from one core belief: if he is less than the best, he is nothing.

[itsabouttimex2]

Oooh how about some yandere headcanons of Tang , Redson and Azure lion with a reader who’s very reckless? They’re always throwing themselves into danger whenever the team is fighting, and reader just insists they’re trying to help. Please if not no worries XD

Sure thing! Also, I think I’m going to grind out a few more requests before I wipe my inbox. I let it grow shamefully out of care during my hiatuses. Then I’ll open up Character x Character (still platonic) requests for a while.

“Y/N, I find that I have warned you many times about this kind of behavior…”

You look up to the leonine demon with a frown, gripping one of your upper arms as a form of self-support. How many times have you heard this lecture? How many times would you hear it in the future? Every time that you so much as try to help him in a fight, you’re sat down for this same spiel.

But you don’t remember him ever being this stern. In fact, he seems-

“Cub,” the lion says, carefully taking your chin between two massive fingers. He says it pointedly, as though preemptively arguing his stance- you’re young and small, still a child to him. One he sees as worthy of his love and protection, even if you might try to reject it.

“Y-yes, Azure?”

“I would like you to pay close attention when I’m talking to you, please.”

Even upset, the demon remains polite and gentle, if rather firm. His fingers are soft to the touch, claws carefully sheathed. He’s never used them against you, not even once. Nor has he even threatened you with them.

His massive hand shifts to your hair, stroking the unruly strands back into place. His metacarpal pad squishes into your cheek, and you can’t help but lean into it, savoring the brief moment of warmth he offers during this long scolding.

“It seems I must switch my methods- clearly, my words will continue to fall on deaf ears if I continue down this path.”

Azure outright scruffs you- snags you by the cape attached to your pauldrons and lifts until your feet leave the ground.

“Come along, cub,” the lion says, as though you have a choice at the moment. All you can do is dangle from his blue-furred hand and try not to squirm, hoping that your cape won’t rip and sending you tumbling.

The training grounds are a familiar sight, hours and hours spent here together, learning all of Azure’s skills.

He presses a wooden training blade into your hands, then takes up one of his own.

“If I cannot teach you, perhaps a full day of training will. We will be sparring from this moment to your bedtime,” he sternly informs, a blush creeping up your face at his final word. That your mentor saw you as so young that he enforced a strict bedtime was…

Well, you tried to tell yourself it was reasonable. After all, if you were growing stronger and exhausting your body, you’d need lots of rest, wouldn’t you?

Didn’t justify the constant checking on you through the night, tucking you in every time the blankets come loose, and ensuring that all the windows were shut and locked.

And you had no doubt that was where you’d end up, exhausted and face-down on your bed, letting Azure gingerly knead out your aching muscles with his massive paws.

But all of that was for later. For now?

You had a full eight hours of training ahead.

Good luck, Y/N.

“No.”

“Wuh- what the hell do you mean, no?! I haven’t said anything yet!”

“And the answer is still no, brat.”

This is the most frequent conversation you and Red Son seem to have, constant preemptive denial of whatever scheme you’re dreaming up.

He’s viciously protective of you, serving as an ever-vigilant guard. Not only is your every move tracked and monitored, but your actions are under constant and fierce scrutiny.

“I see you went to that cheese tea stall, Y/N. After I told you that you weren’t allowed to go.”

“Red, they moved it to the inner city! It’s way safer there, so all your arguments before don’t even matter anymore!”

“…hmph. I suppose I’ll let this slide, then. But I’m not going to be so merciful next time.”

Constant restrictions on where you go and what you do, which could theoretically be lessened to some degree, if only you’d just stop being such a damn fool.

To him, your actions are proof of immaturity, preventing Red Son from genuinely trusting you or letting loose the stranglehold grip he’s taken on your life.

To you? You are genuinely just trying to help the people you love, if a bit recklessly.

But Red doesn’t see it that way, and even when you try to make a convincing argument as to why he should, it’s promptly shot down.

So with debate and brute force both proving pointless in changing his mind, you switch to stealth and subterfuge instead. Expect to get caught about fifty percent of the time, then forced back inside and placed under lock and key.

He loves you, dammit! Why do you have to be so stupid?! Why do you have to try and sneak out?! Why can’t he love any other idiotic mortal around?!

Why does it have to be you?

Red Son can’t imagine that he’ll ever find out why he came to cherish someone as small and weak and stupid as you… but he does.

And since he can’t force himself to stop caring, he’ll just have to impose harsher and harsher restrictions until you finally submit to his care.

Maybe then he’ll finally be able to berate thoroughly talk you out of your heroic ‘delusions’. Maybe you’ll crack and break down, finally discouraged from your kindness.

Just this once, he’ll let you cry into his shoulder.

It’s the least he can do for the person he loves most.

Oh, this poor man. Weak ankles, frail body, fragile heart. You are not doing him any favors by acting recklessly.

“Y/N, NO! Put that down! You- you can’t just go around swinging random swords- stop spinning it!”

“It’s fine, Mister Tang! Mei’s been teaching me!”

“Teaching you to what?! Get yourself killed as quickly as possible?!”

Yeah, he’s constantly on the verge of falling apart. Given that the scholar genuinely just wants to keep you safe and sound, it’s absolutely nerve-wracking for him to deal with you.

Expect him to turn to the Noodlefam for help eventually. Given that they cherish Tang as much as he cherishes them, it’s not hard to rally them into lending him a hand.

He’ll speak to MK about the whole matter, talking him into keeping an eye out for you. He might even convince the young hero to whip up a clone to keep surveillance on you, trying it’s hardest to keep you out of trouble.

As for Pigsy, well… if Tang sees you as a child, let’s be honest- so does the chef. Man has a ladle locked and loaded for the backside of your head, and a sharp remand to go with the sting. “Enough messing around, Y/N! Put the damn sword down and help me with these dumplings already!” And at his words you reluctantly clamber down from the windowsill you were crawling over, settling back at the counter to help the porcine demon prep a meal.

All three of them together have zero issue with keeping you under control, but Tang is clearly the most dedicated here, and sometimes on his own in tending to the matter.

You have to sit through hours of scoldings and lectures. When he’s finally done trying to impart upon you why what you’ve done is dangerous, Tang sends you off to bed with his worried words ringing in your ears.

He’ll stop by to tuck you in, of course. Even when caught in the maddening throes of obsession is Tang kind, always looking to dote on you in some way.

There’s definitely worse people to be dealing with, at least.

[platonicyanderereverie]

I dunno if you do doubles but if you do then awesome, if you don't then don't worry about it or you can just pick one character!

But what about Yandere platonic Dottore and Pantalone as a tweenager(11-13) reader and they're like readers dads even though reader wants nothing to do them I was thinking letter A, B, C, E, G, H, J, M, O, P, R, S, T, U V, W, AND Z! I know this is alot but please choose which ones you want to do if these are too much, all I ask is that maybe you especially Z, S, W, T, O, J, H, F, D, OR C! Again pick at which ever one you want!! Thank you!!

( I luv your platonic yandere writing!!!)

Thank you for your request‼️ I tried my best to do the main ones you wanted <3 I really hope you like em

Platonic yandere Dottore and Pantalone with a tween reader using the yandere alphabet!!

[Warnings!: usual possessive behaviour, implied kidnapping, isolation and so on]

Zenith

(Would they ever break their darling?)

Chances are, no. Dottore is very calculated with his advances and actions, and Pantalone tries to avoid actively placing you in situations that could make you crumble. However, it's not entirely impossible for their child to snap under the pressure, and both of them would be highly displeased if that happened. They would immediately swoop in, attempting to piece you back together.

Stigma

(What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?)

For Pantalone, his childhood was filled with troubles. Born poor, he always felt beneath everyone else, constantly forced to look at things he wished he had from afar. He never wants that for you; he wants to give you the childhood he wished he had, even if he becomes overbearing in the process.

Dottore, on the other hand, experienced significant mental isolation. Driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, he strives to understand everything there is to know. You seem like a book with endless pages to study, each one holding possibilities that he craves to uncover. His obsession drives him to push you onto the same page as him, fueling his desire for intellectual satisfaction.

Wit's End

(Would they ever hurt their darling?)

The short answer is yes, but it would be in calculated, mentally focused strides. If you've been particularly disobedient, expect isolation, loss of privileges, and an intense struggle to regain the love they once showered on you freely. You might even find yourself wrapped up in a few of the doctor's "tests." Nothing serious, but certainly enough to leave a lasting impression.

Tears

(How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

Pantalone would be the first to lean forward and wipe your tears. He hates seeing you upset, he truly does, but if it’s due to a punishment, he'll softly coo, reassuring you that it’s all necessary. Meanwhile, the doctor might run a hand through your hair in a slightly chastising manner.

Screaming or throwing a tantrum would earn you disappointed looks from both of them. They’d regard you as a child throwing a fit over not getting what you want. Dottore would shake his head, speaking in a cool, calm tone to remind you that such behavior is unfavorable. Pantalone might attempt to soothe you with promises or small gifts if nothing else seems to work.

Isolating yourself would prove difficult, as they’d quickly sense your withdrawal. Once they do, they’d reel you back in for a lecture and enforce some "mandatory family time."

Oppression

(How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

Most likely, they'd control nearly every aspect of your schedule. Pantalone would ensure it’s filled with classes and tutors, while Dottore would require time in his lab. You wouldn’t be making any significant decisions on your own either, as they consider you too naïve and impulsive. Despite this, they still expect a certain level of engagement and respect from you, even if you’re resistant.

Jealousy

(Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Jealousy is an interesting concept when it comes to your fathers. Pantalone is confident and self assured in his status, knowing no one else could give you everything he can. No one else would sacrifice as much as he would for you, even if you don’t recognize it. If someone tries to interfere, he has the power to make sure they can’t.

Dottore, however, would be fascinated by jealousy itself, viewing it as a curious feeling. Understanding its implications, he deals with it by turning it into a personal experiment. He identifies the cause of the itch in the back of his mind and manipulates situations so that you seek him out, he won't fetch you himself, oh no, you will be the one cementing your dependence on him. He won't stop until he’s fully satisfied with the results.

Hell

(What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?)

Once, you managed to slip away from the manor, somehow finding yourself wandering the streets, finally tasting freedom and reveling in spite.

However, I hope your short loved feedom was worth it. Upon your inevitable return (having been dragged back by the agents), you faced endless berating from Pantalone and a slew of unpleasant new tasks from Dottore, not to mention an extended session in his lab. Anything that entertained you was confiscated, and any servant you liked was dismissed. And god forbid If one of them had assisted your escape, the punishment would be even harsher. You were met with cold discipline, leaving you powerless to change the outcome. Days seemed to blur, each one more isolating than the last. Should you resist further, you might find yourself bedridden, unwell due to "mysterious circumstances."

Darling

(Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?)

Short answer, yes. For one, they expect you to stay with them, fulfilling their aspirations for you. To them, it’s simply that you can't see what’s best for you yet. Resistance is futile; listening to them would make things so much easier. Furthermore, you don’t have a say in spending time with them...it’s simply not optional.

Cruelty

(How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Pantalone would present the situation as a luxurious arrangement, framing it not as a victory for himself but rather as the natural, ideal state of things. He’d act as though everything is perfectly fine, assuring you that all you need to do is stick with family.

Dottore, however, would be slightly more biting. He wouldn’t mock you outright, but his words would carry a tone of condescension. He’d calmly lay out the terms of your new reality, driving home just how powerless you are, making sure you fully understand the situation.

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(Original request forum)

[weebsinstash]

*me, a poor peasant child holding up my plate.*

Please sire, may I have some more platonic yandere Lucifer and Charlie? 🥺

Of course, starving Victorian child! (Also you just said platonic but I wound up writing this as like, mostly family platonic yandere so idk if that's a distinct difference to you but, here ya go!)

-- I feel like these two would really kinda infantilize you, specifically when it comes to violence, drugs, alcohol, and sex. You know how Charlie is clearly an adult woman but it could not be anymore clear that she's still really sheltered and naive, almost like a kid would be? Like the skit she had Pentious and Angel do literally brought up like, no sex before marriage as a sign of being a good person... did her dad ACTUALLY raise her with vaguely traditional/religious values. That's the kinda thing they start enforcing on you. Oh, you're dressed so cute! where are you going? gasp! A bar??? But that's soooo .... risky!! You're young, and, you're just so nice, and... why don't you stay home and play board games with the Morningstars instead?

You're over here, "can I PLEASE smoke some fucking weed" and Lucifer would deadass with his full chest, "no, none of the Devil's lettuce for MY baby! Those other Sinners can run around with their crack and their whippets and their absinthe but MY CHILD is better than that"

-- platonic yandere Charlie and Lucifer passing the single brain cell they share back and forth, "Dad, they bought some new clothes and I thought it was gonna be for that outing we're taking later this week but they put it on and left the Hotel and went somewhere else!! Who else would they dress up for? Do you think they have a secret second family and they actually hate us? 🥺" "Charlie, do you have any idea how... totally possible that is, oh golly, we've gotta follow them and make amends so they come home!!" and you're just like.... having coffee with a new friend

You're at a cafe looking cute and Lucifer and Charlie are having a stakeout in the fucking bushes nearby or some shit, Lucifer grinding his teeth trying to guess who this piece of shit trying to take his baby away is, growling how hes gonna rip them apart, like who the actual fuck does this person think they are, and Charlie is like, trying to be a little more level headed "haha cmon Dad they would never replace us :)" but then the second she looks over and sees this other person is exchanging too many meaningful glances at you and making you laugh, her switch flips. "Actually yeah Dad you know what you were totally right, they're obviously a creep trying to hurt Readsr and we should kill this guy :)"

--Charlie has no problem with you hanging out with Alastor but I like the idea that she can suddenly see right through him when it's YOU he's doing stuff to. He can be on his whole "oh just call me dad" shit to her and it'd give her the warm fuzzies, but the second she sees Alastor going out of his way to come up and interact with you in front of her father, she knows he's trying to rile her dad up and may even tell him he needs to wait his turn and interact with you later. Lucifer meanwhile all but wants to bite the cannibal like a rabid dog for coming near you and treats him like Al's the evil villain trying to take away his little royal heir. He has no idea what that yellow toothed black gum cretin wants to do to his baby!

-- I can just see arguing with Lucifer, "why can't I date? Charlie gets to date!!" and Lucifer's just like trying to bullshit an excuse for why he just doesn't want you dating because, you're his widdle baby and he isn't ready to see you act adult yet :( the only man you should be kissing is your short father on the cheek! Lucifer is VERY MUCH "I am the only supportive guardian figure you need in your life" kinda yandere dad, if you go to anyone else for help before him he's taking it as a personal slight against him and vows to show up that other person so you never "choose them over him" ever again

-- obviously I'm so fucking biased but. Lucifer with Daughter Reader is obviously just him being your tiny guard dog all the time like, he is so soft, he is such a girl dad. No men talking to either of his baby girls!! No touching his little princesses!!! You'll be out in fucking public as a grown ass woman and Lucifer would still be like, "oh, there's a lot of people here, here sweetie, hold my hand so you don't get lost", marching around holding your hand as the most powerful Anti Rizz Shield in all of Hell, he has no shame, this man is fucking Mayes Hughes whipping out his wallet, "wanna see photos of my girls?!?!?!? Here's one of them in matching dresses, here's one from the musical we went to last week, and here- gosh arent they just the cutest ☺️❤️"

like if you ever wander into another ring like Gluttony by accident, Bee is buzzing up to you, "oh my gosh, it's Luci's little pup, sweetie you're not supposed to be down here, let me get you back upstairs, your pops is FREAKING!!" and talking to you like she already knows you like a friend because Lucifer is showing your photos to ALL his demon friends at every like, Rulers of Hell meeting. Lucifer is over here beaming with pride as Stolas looks over his special I Love My Daughters Photo Album and nodding his head, "perhaps we can arrange some playtime with your girls and my Via, let them all get to know each other" and it's like Lucifer can you PLEASE stop recruiting other all powerful almighty demons into the Let's All Be Platonic In A Creepy Overprotective Way Club. You just turn around one day and like half the Overlords and a few of the Cardinal Sins are all vying for your attention and you're like a celebrity and it's cause your dumb duck dad is blabbing his mouth showing your picture to anyone with eyes

-- you know how Sinner Demons come in all these different sizes and shapes, with fur and wings and, bugs and dinosaurs, fish and object heads? What if Lucifer has the power to alter your demonic form? One day you turn around and you're no longer whatever multi armed fuzzy creature you once were, but you're now... human again. Or at least, human like. You've got your old face again, your old skin tone, but, you've got horns that look suspiciously like your friend and her father's, a retractable tail with a heart on it like theirs, maybe even those like, kinda weird rosy cheek things. And it's because Lucifer and Charlie have decided, well, they don't care what you look like regardless, but now, don't you actually look like a member of the family? Now everyone can tell when you're together! ^^

Like it's kinda sweet but the adjacent horror of Lucifer "oh yeah I completely changed the shape and appearance of your body to more resemble me and my daughter so you look like you're ACTUALLY our family :)" like can you imagine him pulling this kind of shit when you're like not even that kind of close yet. Basically kidnapping you into the Morningstar family tree and actually making you look like them to the point other people can spot you and instantly know to steer clear. Maybe you even get a little special outfit of your own,your own little suit and bow tie with an apple or snake on it somewhere

-- you know how sometimes you just want to be alone? You just like space? You just like not knowing you're being watched or having to share your space with anyone else, you can just breathe? It's not about hating someone else or other people, it's just like... wanting to be the master of your own space for a while?

Foreign fucking concept to these two. Your activities become THEIR activities. Oh cool you're 6 episodes deep into an anime? Here's Charlie and Lucifer, "oooo what are we watching?" "Oh she's really pretty, what's her name, is she the main character?" "That lady sure isn't wearing a lot of clothes, I don't know if this is appropriate for you to watch" "oooo oooo pause it, I'll go make popcorn, dont start it again without me!"

Don't get me wrong I can see this being adorable, you're just like adhd autism infodumping and catching them all upon who everyone is and all the stuff that's happened and "I can restart it from the beginning and we can watch it together?" And they're eagerly hanging off of your every word based on how interested and excited you are about the subject, for whatever hobby or show you're indulging in

BUT I can see this turning into them intruding on everything you do and when you finally do try and say "hey I'd like a little space" that turns into a DISCUSSION. wait why don't you want to spend time with them? Are you sad? Did they do something wrong? Tell them exactly what you're thinking, OBVIOUSLY the correct action ISNT to just give you the space, CLEARLY this is an emergency needing investigation!! Like God forbid you tell them a lie to sneak off and hang out with someone else because THEN it's "who is this clearly abusive evil person telling our precious Reader to lie to us? The altar calls for their blood"

--SINGING!!! These two sing all the time (Charlie sings the most as the Not Depressed Morningstar) and they teach you too! They'll encourage you to join into song, and even just do those little songs you and I do when we're doing small tasks. You'll catch them in the kitchen, "washing the dishes, washing the plates, put them away and have a wonderful day ^^" and they'll try and rope you into singing until eventually you're expected to belt out musical numbers with them like anyone else in this show (bonus points for your first musical song being some sort of rebellious rock ballad about wanting to run away from them because they make you feel controlled or something)

-- mandatory family trips to Lu Lu World! You are NOT going home until you play all sorts of games and eat all sorts of carnival food and are struggling to walk home carrying your giant stuffed duck. God, really missing my childhood going to Six Flags before capitalism ruined amusement parks...

-- "cringe" does not exist in this family and they wont make you feel bad for liking something unless it's like ACTUALLY HARMFUL (like getting drunk and high). You cannot tell me these two do not already have fursonas and they'll geek out on the couch watching cartoons and playing video games with you. You're eating candy watching Naruto and playing LEGO Batman and playing dice games and they're loving every second (Reader why did you have to hit that Nat 20 roll on the "Getting Adopted By The Morningstars" quest, now they're never leaving you alone bro, bro i think youre gonna have to murderhobo your way outta this bro--)

-- I feeeeeeeeeel like. Lucifer if he concentrates really really hard would be able to tell where you are at all times because, Hell is HIS house. He um. He literally has pocket dimension "make shit appear out of nowhere" powers, so like... do you think he can feel all the souls in Hell? Do you think he would be able to concentrate and be like, "oh I can tell Reader is in that direction and is feeling really happy right now"

I just... I picture Reader having a really awful fight where you yell and scream at Lucifer and you can tell you actually really hurt his feelings, maybe even making him tear up, which would then make Charlie really upset with you, and then you're running off because you feel like you can't stay there anymore, and you're wandering the streets, lost, hungry, starting to get cold, wishing you could go back and apologize but feeling like they would never take you back, and, of course, the age old trope, you get cornered by some robbers or some potential attackers and they start beating you around and, all you can think is how ungrateful you were, that you wanted to apologize to Charlie and Lucifer but they probably hated you now, it's too late, it's... it's...

You don't know if it'll work, but you're about to be hurt really badly and you're genuinely scared and missing them and, you just clasp your hands and say a prayer, calling out to Lucifer, but you're like... literally saying it like... you're manically whispering and whimpering not knowing what the fuck you're supposed to say or if something like this would even work, "O Dark Lord Lucifer please hear my plea for your aid and-- no fuck it, come help me DAD I'm really really SCARED DAD THEYRE GONNA HURT ME COME ON DAD PLEASE DAD I'M SORRY, WHAT I SAID WAS WRONG, DAD PLEASE-" and he's there like, before you're even done speaking. You're still covering your head and whimpering and crying and you just hear, "It's OK now" and he's standing over you with bloodied fists and the attackers all crumpled on the ground and he's picking you up like it's nothing to take you back home.

-- lastly, I feel like there's few boundaries on nudity with these two. Like, it's not incestuous or anything, but if Lucifer walks in on you changing and you've got your beav out, he would probably politely put a hand over his eyes and keep talking anyways. Charlie treats it like walking in on her sibling, on someone her age she's known all her life. She'll be walking up, picking lint off your clothes, helping clasp your bra, whichever whatever without any regards for how exposed you might be feeling. Oh you're feeling shy? But she's your sister; you don't have to be shy!!

It's all fun and games until you're completely butt ass naked having Family Bath Time, Charlie scrubbing shampoo through your hair while Lucifer has ungodly amounts of duck themed bath toys floating around and you accidentally catch sight of THE Angel Of The Bottomless Pit's full-on dick and balls that you're realizing, oh, when they said they want to treat you like family, they meant like FAMILY family... oh shit... hope this doesn't turn into a huge "hey also we couldnt bear the thought of losing you so you're kind of immortal now" kind of problem...

[starless-nightz]

ARCANE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS MASTERLIST

I'm crazy, baby! -> Jinx X fem! reader

Sevika cuddling HCs

Jealous! Jinx HCs

Yandere! Jinx HCs

Jinx with Caitlyns sister! reader HCs

Dont leave me -> Jinx X fem! reader

Jinx with a S/O who has the same curse as Arlecchino

My perfect girl -> Mel Medarda X wife! reader

Ekkos girl -> platonic! Ekko X fem! child! reader

Good luck, babe! -> Jinx X Piltover! fem! reader

Vi NSFW HCs

Runaway girls -> Jinx X Piltover! fem! reader

High School AU! Caitlyn secretly dating Zaunite! fem! reader

Jinx NSFW HCs

Jinx with a singer! S/O

Jinx falling for Sevikas sister! reader

Jinx flirting with bartender! reader

Jinx catching her S/O cut themselves

Abandoning Jinx HCs

Caitlyn spoiling her fem! S/O

Jinx with a pyromaniac! fem! reader

Caitlyn NSFW HCs

Tell me will my name be your last breath? -> Jinx X civilian! Piltover! fem! reader

Caitlyn with a S/O who cries during sex

Sitting on Jinx's face

Doing an all day for Jinx

Jinx with a calm and gentle! S/O

Poly! Lightcannon killing someone who disrespectes their S/O

Jinx and her fem! S/O looking after Isha HCs

Jinx with a ballerina! S/O that fights very elegently

Caitlyn with a fem! S/O who is an enforcer and lost her father in the attack

Jinx, Caitlyn and Maddie with a fem! Zaunite! mage! S/O

Sevika and Ambessa with a fem! singer! S/O

Platonic Isha with a twin sibling! reader

Mel with a suger baby! fem! S/O

Jinx and her S/O grieving Isha HCs

Caitlyn with a S/O who was injured in the attack

Jealous! Intersex! Ambessa fucking her fem! S/O HCs

Jinx with a fem! S/O thats has a very cozy and very maximalist house

Poly! Caitlyn and Maddie HCs

Exhausted! Caitlyn being taken care of by her fem! S/O

Jinx falling for Ishas older sibling! reader

Maddie with a fem! Zaunite! S/O whos mad at her

The look of love -> Jinx X fem! reader, platonic! Isha X fem! reader

Jinx and Isha celebrating readers birthday HCs

Remember me -> Jinx X fem! reader, platonic! Isha X fem! reader (part 1)

more to be added...

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[fairystar111]

If that's the case, can I request a one shot of an Platonic Yandere Muzan with Tanjiro and Nezuko?

Yes! I actually have a bunch of ideas for Demon Slayer Platonic Yandere Fics. (___)= what type of yandere, the Yandere character will enforce.

Blind AU: Where Yandere!Sanemi succeeds in blinding Genya and takes him out of the corps to forcibly care for him.(Both Sibling and Parental)

Tokitou Twins Live AU: Where Yandere!Yuichiro survives and becomes a Hashira. No one knows of his little brother Muichiro, who he keeps locked away in his estate chained to the ground for his own safety. (Sibling)

"Rebirth" AU: Yandere!Kokushibo kidnaps Tanjiro after seeing his resemblance to his dead brother Yorichii. He believes him to be his reincarnation and takes him away to become demons together. (Sibling)

Descendants AU: Yandere!Kokushibo kidnaps Muichiro after discovering their relation. He sees bits of Yorichii in the boy and wants to turn him into a demon. (Parental)

Yandere!Douma and Inosuke. Inosuke is the last piece of Kotaha he has left, she was the only human Douma ever regretted killing. He wants to keep him after discovering he has survived all those years ago. (Parental! Though he sees Inosuke more as an interesting pet at first.)

Yandere!Gyutaro and Tanjiro. Gyutaro manages to kill Tengen and Nezuko while Zenitzu and Inosuke are killed by Daki. Gyutaro taking a liking to Tanjiro for his "cowardly behavior" takes him to Muzan to be made into a demon. Muzan believes Tanjiro to be a descendent of Yorichii and makes him a demon to tarnish his legacy. Muzan allows him to keep his new little brother as long as he gets to watch his fall. (Sibling)

I also have some that aren't quite as fleshed out but have potential

Yandere!Sabito and Giyuu. (Some sort of brotherly bond)

Yandere!Gyutaro and Daki. (Sibling bond)

Yandere!Tengen and Zenitzu. (Parental)

Yandere!Rui and Tanjiro + Nezuko. (Sibling bond)

[yanderes-galore]

Arcane request

platonic!yandere Vander and his kids kinda thing basically all of them being platonic yanderes for reader and what they’d be like

I have a max of one character per request now unless it's a rivalry/sharing thing. But I did what I could!

I apologize as I am going primarily off memory for this!

Yandere! Platonic! Vander + "The Kids" Concept

(Mentions Vander, Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective family dynamic, (Emotional) Manipulation, Paranoia, Clingy behavior (the kids), Isolation, Punishment, Dubious/Forced family dynamic.

You are most likely the oldest of Vander's adopted children, being 18 years old.

As a result Vander may trust you with riskier jobs to get by in Zaun.

You are seen as an older sibling to Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor.

Yet even though you're the oldest that does not mean Vander doesn't worry about you.

Vander appears to be a decent father to all of his children.

You end up helping a lot when it comes to wounds or watching after them.

If anything sometimes you take on a secondary parenting role while Vander is busy.

This is your family, ever since the Civil War you have considered Zaun your home.

It's your job to mend wounds, settle arguments, and keep your family safe.

In a way you do love Vander.

So he isn't entirely forcing you to be his child for the most part.

He's your father, has been since he found you.

In return you do what jobs you can in order to have money to spend.

In this concept I'm going to primarily explain how this family would be as yanderes.

Vander is the typical overprotective father of the group.

He'd rather you stayed in sight yet sometimes relies on you to do bigger jobs the kids can't do.

He gives you some freedoms, but they can easily be taken if you get yourself hurt or have a falling out.

The kids are primarily emotionally manipulative and clingy siblings.

Vi is protective of her family, including you

Powder is always asking to help you on jobs but you decline.

Mylo often complains that Vander gives you better jobs yet really is just worried.

Claggor is also one to be protective of you and the others, yet you reassure him you're fine.

Honestly, there's no real yandere signs until something happens.

The kids ultimately listen to Vander.

If Vander enforces a rule, they'll probably go along with it.

Especially if we assume they're just as bad as Vander.

Things would turn sour if there was conflict between you and Vander.

Maybe you got hurt and never told him, maybe you just disobeyed orders.

When Vander realizes his eldest kid is being too reckless he knows he has to do something.

Vander would be the platonic yandere father to ground you to one spot so he can keep an eye on you.

He doesn't want to lose you to death or you leaving on your own.

Even if you're an adult... he doesn't want you to leave his family.

Plus... the kids don't want that either, yeah?

If you're "grounded" by Vander, the kids often visit you.

They continue to do jobs even if you're forced to stay at Vander's bar.

Even though you now see this place as a prison... the kids do make you smile a bit.

They love you but don't want to go against Vander's orders.

Plus... they don't want you to leave them either.

Even if you thought of escaping, you may be guilt-tripped into staying.

Especially by Powder... you really don't want to leave any of them.

Yet Vander keeping you locked away makes you antsy.

Even when he pulls you aside to hold you or speak with you, you are distant.

Your love towards your family wanes the moment your freedoms are restricted.

Being stuck in Zaun is a cage enough... now you're stuck in a bar by your family.

You try to distract yourself from your isolation by interacting with family.

You hug the kids and Vander... you tinker to occupy yourself...

But it's all only temporary relief.

At some point, you'll find time to run off.

Yet Vander will know and track you down himself if he has to.

Who knows, maybe he'll even ask Vi to help him.

He keeps you hidden away for a reason.

If he has to drag you back and chain your ankle to your bed... then maybe that will get the point across!

Mylo is certainly the one to throw a fit at you for leaving while Claggor just appears hurt.

Vi feels bad as she understands you want freedom.

Yet Powder simply clings onto you and doesn't let go once you're brought back.

Vander can't have you being reckless... he plans on keeping his family safe....

He'll sacrifice everything if it means keeping you and the kids out of harm... even your freedom.

Plus... you being around more often makes the kids happier, right?

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Hello!! Big fan of your writing! I feel like we both have the same brain because the ideas you write about are the exact same I think of to go to sleep at night 💀 can I ask if you have any thoughts on platonic yandere Leon Kennedy with a female reader?

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒…

!!! Female reader (duh), idolizing, delusional behavior, over-protectiveness, Lowkey touch-starved Leon, surprisingly soft writing from someone like me.

Hmm… there’s honestly many directions you could go with a platonic yandere Leon, and they all depend on the circumstance. When did you guys meet? Was it pre-zombie breakout, during, or after? Did you work at the R.P.D.? Maybe with Umbrella? Are you also government agent post-breakout? What’s the age gap between the two of you? Who’s older?

… Okay, now that I have that all written down, I have so many thoughts on each individual idea but they all keep SWIMMING AWAY FROM ME WHEN I TRY TO WRITE SOMETHING, so lemme focus on a consistent idea.

RE2 Leon might have a tendency to look up to you. Maybe you’re his superior, older than him, or just generally have a leader-like personality that’s reassuring whenever shit goes down. If you have a more caring/nurturing personality, there’s a chance that he’ll think of you as an older sister or even a motherly figure. This is where it spirals into idolization, worshipping the ground you walk on as though you were a goddess sent to encourage him through all his trials and tribulations.

He’ll forever feel in debt to your kindness. Even if you aren’t a particularly friendly woman, his brain distorts any sort of gesture from you — be it nice, neutral, or rude —into something with a deeper meaning. Because of this, he’s fiercely loyal to you, acting as your personal guard dog when trouble comes. No one is allowed to lay a finger on you as long as he’s alive, but not because he thinks you can’t handle yourself; he just wants to share his eternal gratitude with you somehow, and if throwing himself in the face of danger, then he’s more than willing to sacrifice himself to show it.

Meanwhile, RE4 Leon might have a tendency to see you as his responsibility. Maybe you’re a rookie, younger than him, or just generally have an air of confusion and fear around you. His empathy would get the best of him, memories of Raccoon City tugging at his heartstrings as he sees part of himself in you. He’ll still try to maintain his rough exterior, but there’s always a hint of softness in his eyes when it comes to you, and it’s only a matter of time before his resolve completely cracks. You’re his younger sister; a daughter, even… and this is where the paranoia comes into play.

No one is allowed to touch you. No one is allowed to speak to you. No one is even allowed to look at you (and yes, he enforces this rule by sending those who try a serious death glare). He’s fiercely protective of you, not above beating the shit out of anyone who he deems a threat to your safety. He may also get a bit controlling, doing things like ordering advising you to change clothes should your outfit be revealing, or talking mad shit about people you express fondness for (not necessarily because he wants you to only have eyes on him, he just doesn’t want anyone to have eyes on you).

What connects these two Leons is their craving for physical touch. While RE2 Leon doesn’t feel worthy for it, he absolutely melts whenever you put a hand on him. I am a big lovesick puppy Leon fan (BECAUSE PLATONIC YANDERES CAN ACT LIKE LOVESICK PUPPIES TOO), so you know this man will be giving you the puppy dog eyes for head pats. And RE4 Leon would rather die than admit this, but he likes it when you nervously hang onto his bicep while you walk side by side. Also, imagining him holding you on his lap, his coat engulfing you as he glares daggers at anyone who even looks your way makes me so soft.

… You know, this was generally very tame for me. I think part of it has to do with how general I’m being, but I think it’s also cuz platonic yandere Leon makes me melt. If y’all got any fucked up ideas about Leon, hit me up.

[belphiesreverie]

Hi! Can I request headcannons for a platonic yandere Zhongli?

YES YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN ANON!! 💕

You do not understand how long I’ve waited to write Zhongli as an overprotective father figure 🙏🏻

TW: yandere behaviour, controlling behaviour

You’d never be able to tell just how far Zhongli was willing to go to keep up this fatherly charade when you first meet him

Nothing sticks out as weird, overbearing, or out of the ordinary. He genuinely just seems like a lonely older man who likes to talk for hours about very varied topics

And you learn a lot by listening to him! He knows so much information about a large array of topics that interest you, so you stick around to listen and keep him company. You’d feel bad just leaving him alone all the time, especially when it doesn’t seem like others have the patience to listen to his monologues like you do

But soon enough, your friendship evolves from sitting in a tea shop and listening to his rambles, to walking around the harbour and having actual conversations with him

You ask him questions, he answers them in kind. You tell him about your day, and he listens with enthusiasm. You come to learn that he is a great conversation partner, even if you’re clearly no where near as cultured or knowledgeable as him. He holds no judgement, and is willing to listen to anything you tell him

The issues only start to bubble to the surface when you go to him for advice about what seems to be a taboo topic to him. Dating

It was a harmless question really; you simply asked if he had any recommendations for good first date spots since you were planning on asking a longtime friend out finally. You thought Zhongli would be the perfect person to ask since he knows everything about everywhere in Liyue

And he seems to freeze for a moment. For the first time since you met him, he seems genuinely speechless, no response to give

But he quickly recovers with a quick remark about how you’re too young to be dating, which is such a fatherly thing to say that you try to take it as a joke. Even if his tone was much harsher than usual

And you vowed never to bring it up again since Zhongli didn’t seem to appreciate that kind of question. But the question came back up in a different form about a week later

Your friend had started distancing them self from you, and you had no clue what you did to make them suddenly dislike your company so much. So once again you went to Zhongli with your concerns, he’s the smartest person you know and you trust his opinion greatly

“Friends who don’t have the conviction to talk through their issues face to face aren’t worth chasing after. I would advise that you let them move on”

Whatever response you were expecting, that certainly wasn’t it. His voice was so sharp, devoid of the usual warmth it had when talking with you. Maybe lost friends was a sore topic for him? You seemed to be walking on eggshells with your conversation topics recently

You tried to move past the conversation, brush it off and pretend like it didn’t happen. But the venom in his voice stuck with you and made you a bit more cautious around him. But clearly not cautious enough

You were too worried about saying something to direct that venom your way that you didn’t even notice the hold Zhongli had on you was growing stronger. You always joked about how he acted more like a dad than a friend, and it seemed like he was taking that info to heart

He started voicing his opinions on your choices in a different way, phrasing them as questions. Like a father who didn’t want to enforce his unspoken rules on you, and instead wanted you to doubt yourself and take into consideration what he wanted instead

Your walks around Liyue harbour no longer felt like a friendly stroll, it was practically like going shopping with your dad. Having him pick out food and clothes for you, and being a constant overbearing presence that stopped anyone from attempting to chat you up

It took you realising that you practically lived with him for you to notice just how much control he had over your life now. No longer were you an independent adult, you’d practically become one of those kids that never moves out of their parents homes for the rest of their lives

But just because you realised it didn’t mean you were able to do anything about it. His entire house was practically baby proofed, there was no way you’d be going anywhere without his permission

But it’s okay. Zhongli has been taking his role as your father figure very seriously, and he’ll make sure you’re well looked after in his care

[hugemilkshake]

FANFIC MATSER LIST PART 2

Second Masterlist because tumbler only lets you have 100 links per post-

Key

Romantic 💕

Platonic 🌸

Romantic or Platonic 🍁

Angst 🫧

Yandere 🥀

Silly 🍡

Unsure ❓

Scenarios-Oneshots

Touch some grass🍁

Detective partners🌸

The terror that dashed through the night🌸

Shy sailor 🥀🍁

Random children??? 💕🍡

Remove distractions🍁🫧

Tackle him💕

Y/N dance🍡

Confession💕

Like an open book💕🫧

Space away from a dragon🍁

A love not meant to be💕🫧 (I like this one)

Detective Almond Cookie🍁

Saved by the plot🌸

Some white lily thing❓

Somewhat plot relevant?- self aware Au🌸

Cowardly player- self aware Au🌸

Panicking because of plot relevance- self aware Au🌸

A dear friend🌸

Obvious to law enforcement💕

Dragon? No. Cookie.🌸

Smithery of Cuddles💕

Falling for law enforcement💕

I’m better than you!💕

Unlucky much?🍁

Arrows on deaf ears🫧

Need assistance?🍁🫧

Purify the Darkness 🍁🫧

Darkness consumed a friend 🍁🫧

Who told you?!🌸

Road Trip Time!🌸

After the road trip 🌸

Darkness isn’t always bad..? 🌸

Too spicy!! 💕

A cozy home 🍁

A lovely invitation 💕

Part time roommate 🍁

False ruler 🌸

Headcannons

Butter Roll cuddling🍁

Cherry Blossom picnic🍁

White lily picnic🍁

Romantic Golden Cheese💕

Y/N scared of spiders🍡

Yandere ancients x ancient reader🥀🍁

Capsaicin with a menthol reader💕

Stormbringer cuddles🍁

Elder Faerie with an easily lost reader🍁

Cinnamon cookie with hypnotist reader🍁

Dragons with aggressive reader🍁

Royal margarine cuddles🍁

Smoked cheese with alicorn reader🍁

Dragons with flower sickness reader🍁🫧

Dragons with a sick reader🍁

Caviar with a reader who has scars🍁

Father Millennial Tree🌸

Dark Cacao with a sick child🌸

Matcha cookie cuddles🍁

Dragon with a pale aliment reader🍁

Dark Cacao with a sick child pt 2🌸

Guardian of all dragons🌸

Baumkuchen with his spouse 💕

Affogato with a manipulative reader 🍁

Fluffy Golden Cheese headcannons 🍁

The triple cone principles trying to have reader join their school 🥀🌸

Burning Spice dating headcannons 💕

First Grain with a Chubby reader 💕

Peach Blossom with an immortal reader 🍁

How the ancients would react to being rejected 🥀💕

Burning spice reacting to reader being hurt🍁

Carameleon cookie with a mermaid reader🌸

Golden Cheese kingdom friendship headcannons! 🌸

Yandere ancients with an adventurous reader 🥀🌸

Pitaya, Ananas and Lotus getting rejected 🥀💕

Dragons reacting to your birthday! 🍁

Doodles

Cream unicorns horse form🍡

Almond with a 7ft tall reader🍡

Star Dust school Au🌸

Pitaya and reader selfie! 🌸

OC Stuff

The other patrons🌸

Chilling with the patrons💕

Conversations🌸

Tease that “dragon”🍁

Greed🌸

Game night🌸

Date gone wrong🍁

Metal tail?🌸

Bug Pile! 💕🌸

Blinding light❓

OCs reacting to getting proposed to 💕

Wild Basil with a gullible child reader 🌸

Wild Basil (and purple mold) with a child reader 🌸

Reader and the H2O Bros 🌸

Barbecue “Dragon” with a reader who accepts him as he is 🌸

Purple Mold with a chubby reader 🍁

Parental responsibility 🌸

How my ocs would react to being kissed💕

Walks and Dates 💕

Blackberry Shade x Timid Reader 💕

Barbecue “dragon” x Timid Reader 💕

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (pt. 7)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard & Reader-Insert

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Featuring: Thatch nearly not being yandere before sliding right into it. And Reader showing that they've got both layers and a fair bit of madness. I kept the implied backstory vague as shit, so feel free to project or assume things, I'm kind of curious what you guys will come up with, ngl.

Warnings: platonic yandere behavior and manipulation. If yandere content or anything of that vein makes you uncomfortable, please do block "oh sweet child of mine" as well as any relevant tags for "one piece yandere". Do not tolerate coercion or this manipulative behavior in real like.

Have fun and stay safe!

Word Count: 2,119

There was something to be said about how vast the ocean was. Sometimes, you’d just… look out at the waves and get lost in the ebb and flow of the tides. It was difficult and chaotic at times, sure, but never not beautiful. On the Grand Line, the weather was notably more erratic than anywhere else. You considered yourself lucky that there had only been a small storm while you’d been on board the Moby Dick so far. And due to the vast size of the vessel, even large storms were unlikely to dump you onto the floor.

It had been almost two months since you’d been taken by Marco. By now, the crew was relatively certain you wouldn’t try and make a run for it on your own so you were mostly allowed to run around at your leisure. Meal times were still strictly enforced, as was bed time funnily enough, but outside of that they seemed to want you to integrate at your own pace. You supposed that even your great reluctance was preferred to swinging an ax at Whitebeard’s head—what the actual fuck Ace?!

You sat on the railing, looking out at the ocean.

You felt… not quite homesick but something close. You missed doing drills with the other ensigns. Running gopher for your commanding officer. You even missed Williams, for all that he was an ass. He was somehow the most tolerable one of the many partners you’d had. You spun the fabric around your wrist, thinking about how hard you worked to better your skills as a marine.

It wasn’t all about fighting after all. Procedure and bureaucratic red tape was a massive part of the job. Unless you had a very high rank, you couldn’t just go wherever you wanted and do whatever. You had to transfer home bases, file paperwork, ensure arrangements for payment were made, and a whole host of other things. And though everyone expected to move around a fair bit, there was a sense of comradery in the marines. You all had to suffer the same dorky uniform and insufferable training.

Everyone was working towards the same thing. More or less. And there was an expectation that you would be doing your best to help others.

But here you were. On a pirate ship seemingly fighting as a one-man-army to not be officially recruited as one of them. To stay a marine. Even if you didn’t feel like one very much these days…

“You look like you’re having a lot of deep thoughts there.” You jerked, head swiveling around to find Twin-Blade clambering up the railing to sit next to you. He left a decent amount of space, thankfully. He settled down and looked at you, grimacing a little with a soft laugh. “Look… I know we got off on the wrong foot—hey! Hear me out now! I just… I just wanted to officially apologize for the tea. Most of the time, new recruits are so wound up they don’t sleep the first night and it’s a rough start for everyone. Considering what I’d heard, I thought you’d need a good nights sleep more than most. I should have asked you though. So… I’m sorry.”

You stared at Twin-Blade for a long moment.

“…Bit more than just a night of sleep.” You commented dryly, causing Twin-Blade to wince.

“Y-Yeah… the tea really shouldn’t have worked that much though. You probably did need the extra hours but that doesn’t make it right.” Twin-Blade apologized again. You gave a soft smile before looking back out at the sea.

“Thanks, Twin-Blade.” You sighed, resolving to not tease him so much from now on.

“Is it me?” You paused, looking back at him as he spoke, his eyes serious. “Have you not joined because of me?”

“No. It’s not because of you. Or at least not all because of you.” You explained stretching until your back popped satisfyingly. “I’m still a marine you know. You can’t be a marine and a pirate. Kinda conflicting job titles there.” You gave him a side glance.

“Why do you still want to be a marine? We’re not exactly like other pirate crews out there. We’re a bit rough around the edges, sure, but we don’t do the whole ‘pillaging’ thing. And we have a lot of power and status. What are you losing by joining?” He asked like he couldn’t imagine a world where his crew wasn’t the best option.

Part of this you excused as all of them being just a little bit batshit crazy. And weird. That too.

“I didn’t ask to be here. I didn’t ask to be rescued or recruited. What other reason do I need?” You pushed back and he pouted.

“But we’d love to have you here with us. We have such a big family that anything you wanted to learn or do would be feasible. You’d never be alone. C’mon, isn’t there anything tempting with us?” He pleaded, unable to wrap his head around your persistent but quiet refusal.

You supposed that for most people, the reasons to not join would be few. Most pirates don’t have a lot of options. Unless you’re clever or strong or lucky it’s a tough way to make a living. Ruthless and cruel at times without even the thin veneer of bureaucracy to hide behind.

A fat raindrop fell onto your nose, breaking you from your thoughts.

You sighed wistfully.

“…I think you forget what it’s like to be small. If you ever knew to begin with.” You watched the sky darken to a soft gray as rain began to fall, your eyes fixed on the dwindling blue horizon. “Nothing to hold onto but a choice—shit as it is—to do something. To one day not be so small after all. All I’ve got are my choices, Twin-Blade. There’s nothing left to go back to. And I know I’m not the only one. Maybe as a marine I could keep someone else from having to make a shit choice too. That’s not something anyone on this ship can give me, though. Might not even be something I can give myself. But what else can I do but try?” You lifted up your legs and turned around, hopping off the railing.

Leaving Twin-Blade behind.

--*--

Thatch thought about your words for several minutes as the rain poured, showing no signs of stopping or getting worse.

He… actually did know what it was like to be small. He didn’t like to think about it often—if at all. But he remembered. It made him desperate. Cling to every bright spot in his life like it would leave him if he looked away. The idea that you felt small even now made his chest ache.

He wanted you here because Marco wanted you here and because Oyaji accepted your presence. That was all he needed really. Hell, Oyaji’s word was all he needed for Ace, and Ace was a feral little bastard man trying to commit murder daily.

Joining Oyaji’s side made him grow in a lot of ways from that small boy he used to be.

Thatch grinned, resolutely setting his shoulders as he hopped off the railing and headed back inside.

You didn’t feel like you had any real choices in your life. Any connections or anchors aside from your ‘shit choice’. So Thatch would just have to show you how free life is on board the Moby Dick.

Thatch slammed open Marco’s office door.

“We need to throw a party!” Marco gave him a dry look as he picked his pen back up to finish paperwork. “We need to show them how to live a little!”

Marco perked up the moment you were mentioned, naturally.

“Did someone say ‘party’?” Ace ducked his head under Thatch’s arm with a wide grin.

“Yes!”

“No, yoi.” Marco grumbled, cutting out the fun Thatch and Ace were starting to have. “You’ve got a mission the day after tomorrow and you can’t go with a hangover.”

Thatch frowned.

“I have a mission?” This was the first he’d heard of it.

“A small supply run for medical. Oyaji’s meds are almost out. The island we stopped at didn’t have any. I’d go but someone needs to bully him into taking what’s left.” Thatch grimaced but didn’t protest any further. “We can throw a party when you get back.”

Thatch grinned, brightening up instantly.

“Yes!”

--*--

You made goofy kissy noises at Stefan as you played with his ears. The dog amicably withstanding your teasing as he laid over your lap on the main deck. Whitebeard watched on with an amused stare as you ignored his existence. The Yonko pirate would, occasionally, try and talk to you or draw you into a conversation, but you’d been dodging him fairly well so far.

“…My child—”

“Sea king starboard!” Your head whipped up as you gently shoved Stefan off your lap. Instantly, looking towards the area that had been called out.

Whitebeard glared at the sea, his weapon at the ready.

“Go below deck—” Your eyes widened as the sea king raised it’s head over the railing. It resembled an eel in form with large black eyes. Baby blue scales with vivid pink frills running down it’s spine.

“Baby! Look at you~!” You cried out, darting to the railing to hold out your hand. “What are you doing all the way out here~?” You cooed, rubbing your hand on the shocked creature’s chin. The scales were hard as a rock but undeniably warm and softer than an adult’s scales.

You heard several very startled calls of your name but ignored them.

The sea king opened it’s mouth just barely, a low buzzing sound emitting from it as it lowered it’s head to look at you. You were smiling so wide it almost hurt, admiring it’s beautiful scales.

“D-Do you know them?!”

You laughed loudly.

“Ahah~! Not at all, but who wouldn’t want to know a precious baby like you~?” you rubbed your nail under the ridge of it’s jaw, the buzzing sound intensifying as you laughed, absolutely delighted. “You’re so pretty, baby! Look at this cute baby blue! And the pink ruffles! Ah! You look fancy~!” you praised it gleefully.

The buzzing warbled in shared delight.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest thing~? But where is your pod, baby? It’s not safe to swim alone like this!” You cried out, standing on the railing to cradle the massive sea king’s chin. The sound it made vibrated your bones, a deep rumbling call.

“Not safe for who?!”

“Holy shit is that more?!”

You leaned your head back to see several more sea kings just barely poking their head out of the water. You waved excitedly with one arm.

“Hiiii~! Are you cuties going to come up too?”

“Please don’t!”

“Oyaji, stop them!”

You pouted, glaring over your shoulder.

“You’re being rude!” The pirate gaped at you.

“I-I’m being rude?! Those are sea kings!”

“Duh? And I want to pet them and give them love, damnit! Stop! Being! Rude!” You enunciated firmly, ignoring Whitebeard as he laughed. You turned to the shy sea kings, “Ignore them! I’d love to see you~!”

The sea king in your arms buzzed again, withdrawing to sink into the water until it was eye level with you. Pretty black eyes blinking slowly as the pink frills fluttered, lights like an aurora going down it’s spine. You gasped in delight as it opened it’s maw wide. Rows and rows of needle like teeth on full display. It was big enough to probably eat Whitebeard whole, but the only thing you could think of was how impressive the baby sea king was.

“Mmmaaooo~! Mmmmmaaaaooo~!” You stared in awe as it closed it’s mouth and brushed it’s nose against your front, buzzing long and low one last time for good measure before sinking beneath the waves for good.

“Mao? What a cute name, ahah~!” You laughed, spinning on your heel with a skip in your step. “Mao’s so cute~! I can’t wait to see him again!”

Whitebeard fell back into his seat with a laugh.

“Gurarararara! I’m glad you had fun, my child! We don’t run into sea king’s often, but I’m sure you’ll see plenty more soon enough.”

“Ack! O-Oyaji! No!”

You huffed.

“Don’t get it twisted, Whitebeard! I’m still not joining just because that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to a sea king!”

Whitebeard just laughed again as his children despaired the prospect of encountering more sea kings willingly.

You didn’t get the drama. Sea kings were just darling, in your eyes. More darling than any of the pirates on this ship at least!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Had a weird dream. Thought I'd share it with you.

A Reader (don't remember which one) sat down with the entirety of the Brotherhood and the X-Men and gave them all an 80 slide PowerPoint presentation on boundaries.

Did they listen?

I mean, a little bit! But not enough.

Reader decided to....aggressively enforce their boundaries after that.

Reader: The next person who tries to touch me when I don't want to be touched is gonna get thrown out the nearest window!

Toad: sneaks up on Reader and pats their back, being a little shit.

Reader: ... >:[

Toad: *gets YEETED OUT THE WINDOW*

Reader, casually dusting off their hands: Who's next?

X-Men and Brotherhood, collectively deciding to not play the fuck around and find out game: Nope! We're good! We'll behave!

I love this, Chaotic! Ahaha, yeah, the platonic yans better not test their luck anymore... Reader can put up a pretty good fight, and they're not one to back down when it's their personal space at stake (and also escaping, but hey, personal space needs to be dealt with first).

I imagine the yans have to come up with a strategy to work around the personal bubble of Reader's, or they have have learn to accept they have to give them space.

(Todd is okay, he landed in the bushes, but he's also not going to try that again) (for at least a day)

Who are your top three favorite platonic yanderes? If you can't pick just three, then who are your top five?

(Have a great day, chaotic!)

[0lshadyl0]

Thoughts on communal Yandere crew? Probably just platonic, granted, but still. I'm thinking Whitebeards specifically. Like, they're all yandere but relatively stable so most don't notice, even if they're a 'darling' and most members have rules. Like, Ace has to eat with someone so he doesn't drown in his soup. Marco has designated rest times that are enforced. Whitebeard has a drinking limit. Ect. Ect. Some have favorites, like any normal family, but they look after their own. It just feels like a somewhat overprotective family right up until someone is threatened or tries to leave without clearing it first. For the latter, they'll probably be grounded and maybe more depending on how they try to leave. The former? Nothing left to identify and it all happens so FAST.

New crewmates tend to wave off red flags. Like, how does Thatch ALREADY know their favorite food? How did Marco know they were being harassed by Marines? Why can't they go anywhere without seeing a 'brother' or 'sister' around every corner? *Shrugs* must be because it's such a big crew.

I mean... Ace was literally recruited with low-key Stockholm tactics, so it's not like it's far off from canon. I imagine legit yandere Whitebeards would be impossible to leave, difficult to figure out, and really good at the whole "You'll love it here if you'd just accept that we want to love you!" bit. Which is touching if you ignore the very real possibility that you slide too far into 'beloved darling' territory and never have any real freedom again.

For your own good, of course.

Certainly, my friend, it is just as you say (especially in part about Ace and how he ended up with the whitebeard pirates) and that is, if we really think and get a little creative by distorting the plot of the series, almost all pirate groups would be platonic yanderes with their own members, since we have seen how several of their captains care about their nakamas, an example of this is Trafalgar Law or Esusstas Kid in Wano

But yes, the best demonstration of a platonic yandere pirate group with its members, is definitely the whitebeard pirates, (which I like to think that whitebeard had the yandere disease thanks to his harsh childhood and he indirectly instilled it in each son that came to his crew) after all, Ace (if we see it in a yandere perspective) was looking for Teach to kill him and thus avenge Thatch's death, isn't that what yanderes do?, kill for the beings they love?

Not only that, Whitebeard in marineford was also shown to be a platonic yandere along with his group, after all, how many lives were lost in that battle, just to save a young fool who underestimated his enemy

Now that I think about it, Ace could well have been the darling of the whitebeard pirates and we hadn't realized it

[ainsellshadewalker]

Ainsell! May I ask: What are the platonic yanderes (in your fic Lost and Found) ways of handling Reaader and the others? They want to use age regression, yes, but how do the platonic yanderes go about it?

Second question: Which ones are high-key about it, which ones are in the middle, and which ones act the most normal or low-key about it?

And third: How do the ferals (Sabretooth, Wolverine, Beast, and Laura) act around Reader now? What do they plan to do with Reader? How do they try to take care of them? And how feral or alpha/beta/omega does it get?

Please have a good day, drink your water, and get some rest and breaks in, okay?

So the way that they'll start enforcing agere is by taking away autonomy in little ways. Of course with our quad squad going through what they did they will notice the attempts and do what they can to slow or stop the attempts. This opens up an opportunity for the more manipulative of the yanderes, mainly Hank, Morph, and Gambit.

The most obvious would be Charles, Erik, Jean, Scott

The in-between are Mystique, Storm, Wanda

The least obvious would be the younger of the teens, Hank, Morph, and Gambit

But the ones who can completely blindside reader? Their own team of course! Kitty's, Kurt's, and Pietro's behaviour will be brushed aside by reader since they went through something so horrible together.

The ferals will be the most over-protective of their children, including Kitty for Logan, I plan to start going into more extreme forms of the ABO dynamics by using Laura so it's not too sudden of a shift. I also have their own route different from the others planned for them. They may be best to be with long-term but they will most likely be the most extreme of the group. I'm not too sure about that yet though.